I still remember the look in that bitch 's face.. Her emerald eye and blonde curls. 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 intimately friend Cassandra ? How dare she.. and for her to know ? To leave me the aspect that she knew I was watching, and she knew she was winning.. It haunted me. I could almost feel the touches she placed on his skin in the old hotel way ... That was it. I could n't resist by anymore ...

It took a moment to stir me out of my memories as the man spoke to me. I glanced up at his side, strong jaw lining up to rugged facial hair marred here and there with small cicatrix, conveniently shaped like where a woman 's nail may have grazed in struggle. He definitely looked the part, dingy eyes set evenly on his features, bushed eyebrows and thin lips. His articulatio humeri were all-embracing and squared off as he spoke again.

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

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

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

The codewords were cunning. Date in this sheath meant Cassandra 's kidnapping. Requests ? Was there anything I wanted done ? What did I want ? other 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 rescue the news of where she will be going for the rest of her life.. '' As a waiter came by to check on us, once More my 'date'declined anything and so did I. The waiter simply bowed and headed to other board among the cafe. The phone of cable car passing distracted my thoughts again as the warm sun moved over my tegument. We were outside, as to not be heard or bothered much.

'' That can be arranged. `` the small prototype I had given him of Cassandra was put into his sac after he seemed to almost ... caress it ...

I slid the gasbag over to him, which was also pocketed with the pic. 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 women who had money and got this far into the quite a little, rarely backed out in his business, or they became a engagement themselves. He knew my number, and we parted ways.

Cassandra was rather excited for her date. The man was tall, black and bounteous. The scars usually meant the man had occupy write up to narrate. She dressed herself in her small black-market dress, a usual winner when meeting men. She 'd done her makeup all courteous 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 days, exchanged pictures both naughty and not. He liked all the Same things she did, and they had so practically in common. It was like he was made for her. As she arrived at the hotel her super acid oculus widened in surprise. She 'd never been invited to a place this nice. It was one of those ritzy high-end hotels with the tiled level and a spiral staircase in the lobby. As soon as she stepped in, a man walked up to her in Green River velvet bag-boy attire

'' Ah ! Miss Cassandra Green River yes ? '' he asked. As she nodded he slipped her the threshold key. `` Mister Drake is awaiting your arrival. ``

She moved to the lift and slipped inside, pressing the coordinating story button and eagerly bouncing. She almost felt nervous. top floor penthouse ? Oh she was being spoiled tonight ! Maybe she 'd even found ... the one !

As the door pinged open she stepped slowly into the sour room, lit only with a candle here and there, still not enough to make out anything in the room. Tucking blonde whisker behind her ear she moved forward `` Michael ? Mike are you in here ? '' she called softly, hearing the sound of the elevator end and descending behind her. It was eerie, the silence that seemed to fill such a large space. She almost heard something move behind her and turned sharply, only to be met with that Lapplander shadow. It was strange and unearthed an odd uneasiness in the pit of her belly. That was until her mouth was covered by a cloth. She screamed and struggled but within a few consequence the small blonde had fallen hobble in her attacker arms.

It did n't take long for Michael to tie her to the St Saint Andrew cross. When Cassandra 's oculus fluttered open she could see Michael 's vauntingly physical body setting up what appeared to be a camera, focusing it on her form. It seemed about that same time she realized her situation and started to tug upon her cuff that were tightly fitted around each radiocarpal joint and mortise joint. She was n't going anywhere ...

'' Good morning sleeping beauty '' his gruff voice spoke, seemingly taunting in its shade. It was followed by a chortle as Cassandra screamed into the ball-gag.

With the room lit she could finally see ... the unanimous penthouse was adorned in agony equipment of depart types and sizes. Cages lined one wall with two little girl rather unconscious mind within two of them. They were stripped to nothing ... and enceinte bruise and cuts decorated their flesh.

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

'' You lied to me ! You said this was a day of the month ! ``

'' Oh this is a date. A date arranged by Mrs Andrea Bates. '' He grinned `` I love when passably daughter'eyes dilate like that.. the fear fills them and they always show true color. You see ... nigh women like you, the single who encourage high ranking men of society into their bed ... you all have one affair in common ... `` He smirked `` You 're all slattern. You think high-dollar hawkshaw is how you 'll avoid anything bad happening. You can twist their chest hair and tell them that if they tell anyone you 'll peel them for all they 're worth.. But sweetheart '' his inviolable hand grasped Cassandra 's mentum, forcing her to meet his gaze. `` I 've got nothing to fall behind. I get paid well to put pretty short Barbie 's like you six ft under. You 're lucky though. Mrs. Bates has a amend plan for you, but that 'll be revealed later. ``

As Cassandra screamed and begged for forgiveness Michael moved his large form to crusade the record release on the television camera. The petty red illumination blinked like an eye, watching Cassandra 's body writhe and struggle. Michael made his way toward her, seeming to adjust his jeans. His shirt was removed to picture his strong chest, more cicatrice adorning the flesh stretched across heftiness that showed he was able to lift people with no struggle.

Making his way closer to Cassandra his large hands grasped the cervix of her dress, a few tears wetting the cover of his hands from her crying as he tore open the clothes, splitting the seams with a sound that to Cassandra was deafening. She felt helpless, exposed to him as he yanked the fabric free of her form. It was discarded without s thought process as he moved to tangle those fatheaded finger in her hair, yanking her promontory back as he loomed over her.. his other hand tore the bra from her physique, the straps biting into her skin as they gave way from his press. just as the pain in the ass faded a new hurting was found as he pinched her nipple between his fingers, pulling up harshly and twisting. She called out in pain, 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 cutting star left her dizzy, a soft bell phone in her ears.
Her oculus opening again and facing Michael as she cried were met by him coming close, and holding her heading in stead as he licked blood from her lip. With how secretive he was Cassandra could feel his rooster, hard, pulsing from her pained strait. It made her feel queasy, her stomach churning. Her pith raced harshly against her ribcage as her reverence of the man grew. What was faulty with him ? ! How could he be so aroused 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 piazza. He pulled back, and landed a rather crude punch to her tum. The air left her, coughing and sputtering as she tried desperately to gain back O lost.
He brought his hand to her cheeks, holding so tightly her lips twisted and she felt her skin and his bobby pin mesh topology to her teeth. His mouth came to hers, crashing against her lucullan back talk to calumniate her physical composition onto her pale skin. he leaned back to pass over his expression clean of the mark before moving back to bite her downhearted lip. She felt an almost blinding pain as the man pierced scrape and caused her to phlebotomise. She felt something relocation between her wooden leg, his manus yanking her panties until they were strained against her form, then gave way. The inadequate womanhood called in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks as he rubbed whatever it was he was holding against her sex. He gathered her haircloth and pulled her head back painfully as he bit into her neck opening. Her scream made him smirk and he moved down her eubstance to tease her breasts. He pulled back, her capable to see a rather long thick rod in his hand ... the cane was sniffed which twisted her stomach.

'' Looks like its not luxuriously dollar bill dick thats the only thing that gets you wet '' he spoke. At her begging him to keep out 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 ancestry of sight as he brought a fateful leather airstrip with a Ag closed chain on it. He swiftly punched her again, causing her to pant and cough out, using that opportunity he placed the pack in her mouth forcefully. He moved around her, and she heard a few dog and motions and the creaking of the wood as she felt herself relocation. He flipped the cross, her head at degree with the genitalia of his denim. She screamed, and he pressed his cock against her through his pants. She could feel him throb ... and it didnt assist when he brought that cane down onto her pussy. She called out in pain and she could feel him pulse against her again. A smirch of abuse were muffled by that ring and he just laughed.
The cane was brought down sharply onto parts of her slit, thighs and body. Each harsh hit pull up stakes red marks burned into her skin, her whole consistency mixed with pain sensation. He adjusted his dungaree, his midst, fat pecker able-bodied to be seen as he stroked himself, seeming to only get more aroused by her claim of pain. His thick member dipped into her mouth here and there, his potent flavor making her nose crinkle as she cried. Of course the taste and sentiment of how many people hed fucked made her nauseous. His sharp hits were relentless until she felt him cum, filling her sassing and coating her face in the sticky stench of him. His tongue moved over her pained cunt and he flipped her back the right way. The blood rushed to where it needed to be, making her sway as vertigo set in.
Her mind was racing as he stuck something into her ass, making her scream out in jounce and pain in the neck ... It was big than the cane hed had. When did he switch point ? She felt humiliated and coughed on the disgusting gustatory sensation of his semen. He pressed his putz into her pussy and her eyes widened. `` Tell me you 're a slut and I 'll halt ... '' He growled, pumping his cock into her as he removed the ring gag. She felt good between him and the toy in her ass, pain ripping her nerves.
'' Please discontinue ! ``
'' I told you what to say Cassandra ... ``
'' I 'm a jade 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 thigh before stepping back. She could hear the sound of the elevator ding open as Michael shut the recording off. Andrea stepped forward ...

I could n't facilitate the smirk on my face, seeing her there with a dildo in her ass, her face smeared in cum and her 'perfect'tomentum a spate. I walked forward to see the hurt done, the red St. Mark on her blanch anatomy. But what I wanted to see was about as satisfying as I 'd imagined. Those Emerald Eyes.. broken, shaking in utter fear.
'' Do you know where you 're going Cassandra ? ``
'' A-Andrea I 'm so drab, I did n't mean to, he came on to me ''
'' spare your begging Cassandra ... your fate is sealed. ``
I handed Michael the remainder of the money without the envelope this time.
'' He will be taking you to a place where sluts like you actually have use ... I believe it makes YOU the high dollar .... '' Michael seemed to laugh at my input as Cassandra panicked and I moved to touch her cheek, away from the come `` Dont worry doll-face ... your centre will be the hotshot of the show, you 'll fit right field in with the rest of the sluts of the slave ring ... and you 'll never give birth to close your legs again ''

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