I still remember the look in that kick 's face.. Her emerald eyes and light-haired Robert Floyd Curl Jr.. She thought she was on top of the world, knowing I 'd been following my husband around. He 'd been cheating for a while, and that I knew, but my scoop friend Cassandra ? How dare she.. and for her to know ? To give me the look that she knew I was watching, and she knew she was winning.. It haunted me. I could almost palpate the touches she placed on his skin in the old hotel way ... That was it. I could n't stomach by anymore ...

It took a here and now to shake me out of my retentivity as the man spoke to me. I glanced up at his look, strong jaw lining up to rugged facial nerve hair marred here and there with lowly scars, conveniently shaped like where a woman 's nail may cause grazed in conflict. He definitely looked the contribution, sour eyes set evenly on his features, bushed brow and thinly brim. His shoulder joint were broad and squared off as he spoke again.

'' Did you listen me ? '' he said.

'' No, sorry my mind was elsewhere. What were you asking ? '' I clarified, stirring the sugar about in my coffee berry. He had n't ordered anything to drink in despite my pass, what a ... businessman.

'' I asked what you wanted done to her. If there were any specific to your request on her ... engagement with me. ``

The codewords were cunning. Date in this pillowcase meant Cassandra 's snatch. Requests ? Was there anything I wanted done ? What did I want ? early than her being sent away where I no longer had to see her wicked-witch eyes ever again, and she 'd no longer be on my conscience ?

'' I wish to be there before you take her away. I want to be the one to pitch the news of where she will be going for the relief of her life.. '' As a waiter came by to tick on us, once more my 'date'declined anything and so did I. The waiter simply bowed and headed to other tables among the coffee shop. The phone of railroad car passing distracted my thoughts again as the lovesome sun moved over my hide. We were outside, as to not be heard or bothered much.

'' That can be arranged. `` the little ikon I had given him of Cassandra was put into his air hole after he seemed to almost ... caress it ...

I slid the envelope over to him, which was also pocketed with the photograph. I informed him the rest would be given at the completion of the job and he waved it off, letting me know rather casually that the cleaning lady who had money and got this far into the deal, rarely backed out in his business, or they became a date themselves. He knew my number, and we parted ways.

Cassandra was rather excited for her engagement. The man was tall, black and better-looking. The scars usually meant the man had interest report to evidence. She dressed herself in her little Negro wearing apparel, a usual achiever when meeting men. She 'd done her makeup all nice and reasonably and took to the cab to meet the man at the hotel way he 'd rented. She 'd been talking to him for a few twenty-four hours, exchanged pictures both naughty and not. He liked all the same things she did, and they had so much in park. It was like he was made for her. As she arrived at the hotel her unripened eyes widened in surprise. She 'd never been invited to a place this prissy. It was one of those ritzy high-end hotels with the tiled floors and a spiral staircase in the lobby. As soon as she stepped in, a man walked up to her in green velvet bag-boy attire

'' Ah ! Miss Cassandra Green yes ? '' he asked. As she nodded he slipped her the door key. `` Mr. Drake is awaiting your reaching. ``

She moved to the elevator and slipped inside, pressing the coordinating base push and eagerly bouncing. She almost felt anxious. top base penthouse ? Oh she was being spoiled tonight ! Maybe she 'd even found ... the one !

As the door pinged open she stepped slowly into the gloomy elbow room, lit only with a candle here and there, still not enough to make out anything in the elbow room. Tucking blond hair behind her ear she moved forward `` Michael ? Mike are you in here ? '' she called softly, hearing the sound of the elevator shutdown and descending behind her. It was eerie, the quiet that seemed to fulfill such a bombastic space. She almost heard something relocation behind her and turned sharply, only to be met with that same wickedness. It was strange and unearthed an odd queasiness in the pit of her stomach. That was until her mouth was covered by a cloth. She screamed and struggled but within a few instant the small blond had fallen limp in her attacker arms.

It did n't film long for Michael to tie her to the St Andrews hybridization. When Cassandra 's eyes fluttered undefended she could see Michael 's enceinte strain setting up what appeared to be a photographic camera, focusing it on her form. It seemed about that same sentence she realized her situation and started to tug upon her manacle that were tightly fitted around each wrist and ankle. She was n't going anywhere ...

'' secure first light sleeping stunner '' his gruff vocalism spoke, seemingly taunting in its tone of voice. It was followed by a chortle as Cassandra screamed into the ball-gag.

With the room lit she could finally see ... the whole penthouse was adorned in overrefinement equipment of alter types and sizes. Cages lined one paries with two girls rather unconscious mind within two of them. They were stripped to zilch ... and turgid bruise and cut decorated their flesh.

Michael moved to remove the ballgag `` I 'm going to be recording, so nominate sure you scream nice and pretty for me baby, yeah ? ``

'' You lied to me ! You said this was a date ! ``

'' Oh this is a escort. A date arranged by Mrs. Andrea Bates. '' He grinned `` I love when somewhat miss'oculus dilate like that.. the care fills them and they always show true color. You see ... well-nigh women like you, the one who encourage high ranking men of society into their bed ... you all have one affair in vernacular ... `` He smirked `` You 're all sluts. You think high-dollar dick is how you 'll avoid anything bad happening. You can twist their chest haircloth and tell them that if they tell anyone you 'll strip them for all they 're worth.. But sweetheart '' his substantial hand grasped Cassandra 's chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. `` I 've got cipher to lose. I get paid well to put pretty little Barbie 's like you six feet under. You 're lucky though. Mrs. Bates has a advantageously design for you, but that 'll be revealed later. ``

As Cassandra screamed and begged for forgiveness Michael moved his large form to press the phonograph recording button on the photographic camera. The little red luminousness blinked like an eye, watching Cassandra 's consistence writhe and struggle. Michael made his way toward her, seeming to line up his jeans. His shirt was removed to show his strong thorax, more scars adorning the flesh stretched across muscles that showed he was able to hook masses with no struggle.

Making his way closer to Cassandra his bombastic hand grasped the cervix of her dress, a few tears wetting the spine of his paw from her crying as he tore open the garb, splitting the seams with a sound that to Cassandra was deafening. She felt helpless, exposed to him as he yanked the fabric complimentary of her form. It was discarded without minute thought as he moved to tangle those thick finger's breadth in her haircloth, yanking her school principal back as he loomed over her.. his other handwriting tore the bra from her physical body, the straps biting into her cutis as they gave way from his atmospheric pressure. just as the pain faded a new pain was found as he pinched her nipple between his fingers, pulling up harshly and twisting. She called out in pain sensation, her back shifting as he handled her so roughly. It seemed to send something through the man, who let go of her and moved back only to sharply backhand her. The sting whizz left her dizzy, a soft bell phone in her ears.
Her centre opening again and facing Michael as she cried were met by him coming close, and holding her head in place as he licked blood from her lip. With how stuffy he was Cassandra could finger his rooster, hard, pulsing from her pained phone. It made her palpate sick, her stomach churning. Her gist raced harshly against her ribcage as her fear of the man grew. What was incorrect with him ? ! How could he be so ruttish by her pain ! The sadistic man licked down her neck only to roughly handle her breast again, twisting and pulling till the pain had her squirming in place. He pulled back, and landed a rather rocky punch to her stomach. The air left her, coughing and sputtering as she tried desperately to gain back oxygen lost.
He brought his hired man to her cheeks, holding so tightly her mouth twisted and she felt her cutis and his grip engagement to her tooth. His mouth came to hers, crashing against her plush mouth to smear her make-up onto her pale skin. he leaned back to pass over his expression clean and jerk of the mark before moving back to prick her miserable lip. She felt an almost blinding hurting as the man pierced skin and caused her to bleed. She felt something move between her legs, his handwriting yanking her scanty until they were strained against her chassis, then gave way. The miserable woman called in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks as he rubbed whatever it was he was holding against her sex. He gathered her tomentum and pulled her head back painfully as he bit into her neck. Her scream made him simper and he moved down her physical structure to twit her bosom. He pulled back, her able-bodied to see a rather long midst rod in his hand ... the cane was sniffed which twisted her stomach.

'' Looks like its not high gear dollar hawkshaw thats the only thing that gets you wet '' he spoke. At her begging him to shut up he laughed and licked the cane. `` Oh no ... you 're here for good. `` he moved closer to her, reaching for something out of her line of peck as he brought a black leather landing strip with a ash gray ring on it. He swiftly punched her again, causing her to pant and cough out, using that opportunity he placed the ringing in her mouth forcefully. He moved around her, and she heard a few pawl and motions and the creaking of the wood as she felt herself move. He flipped the hybrid, her head at grade with the crotch of his jeans. She screamed, and he pressed his putz against her through his pants. She could feel him pulse ... and it didnt help when he brought that cane down onto her pussy. She called out in pain and she could feel him pulse against her again. A daub of affront were muffled by that band and he just laughed.
The cane was brought down sharply onto parts of her snatch, thighs and dead body. Each harsh hit left field red Gospel According to Mark burned into her peel, her whole soundbox amalgamate with botheration. He adjusted his dungaree, his thick, fat cock capable to be seen as he stroked himself, seeming to only get more arouse by her call of pain. His thick member dipped into her oral cavity here and there, his strong odour making her nose wrinkle as she cried. Of course the taste and thought of how many mass hed fucked made her noisome. His knifelike hits were relentless until she felt him cum, filling her sass and coating her face in the sticky mephitis of him. His tongue moved over her trouble kitty and he flipped her back the powerful way. The blood rushed to where it needed to be, making her sway as giddiness set in.
Her mind was racing as he stuck something into her ass, making her scream out in stupor and pain ... It was larger than the cane hed had. When did he change point ? She felt humiliated and coughed on the disgusting taste of his semen. He pressed his cock into her pussycat and her eyes widened. `` separate me you 're a trollop and I 'll stop ... '' He growled, pumping his peter into her as he removed the ring gag. She felt full between him and the toy in her ass, painful sensation ripping her nerves.
'' Please stop ! ``
'' I told you what to say Cassandra ... ``
'' I 'm a slut please ! ``
'' What are you ? ``
'' I 'M A SLUT '' she screamed.

He grinned as he fucked her a bit longer, before pulling out and leaving the toy inside of her, smearing his cock on her second joint before stepping back. She could hear the sound of the lift ding open as Michael shut the recording off. Andrea stepped forward ...

I could n't help the smirk on my face, seeing her there with a dildo in her ass, her face smeared in cum and her 'perfect'hair a mess. I walked forward to see the damage done, the red marks on her pale flesh. But what I wanted to see was about as satisfying as I 'd imagined. Those Emerald Eyes.. broken, shaking in complete fear.
'' Do you screw where you 're going Cassandra ? ``
'' A-Andrea I 'm so sorry, I did n't mean to, he came on to me ''
'' save your begging Cassandra ... your fortune is sealed. ``
I handed Michael the rest of the money without the gasbag this time.
'' He will be taking you to a place where trollop like you actually have use ... I believe it makes YOU the high dollar sign .... '' Michael seemed to laugh at my input as Cassandra panicked and I moved to adjoin her cheek, away from the semen `` Dont worry doll-face ... your optic will be the virtuoso of the show, you 'll fit right in with the repose of the sluts of the slave ring ... and you 'll never have to close your wooden leg again ''

Her screams and begging made me smile as I stepped away, only the speech sound of Michael 's laughter mixing with those supplication as I entered the elevator again.
Now ... just to charter the person to stamp out my husband..