I still remember the look in that bitch 's face.. Her emerald centre 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 just friend Cassandra ? How make bold she.. and for her to cognise ? To give me the look 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 peel in the old hotel elbow room ... That was it. I could n't remain firm by anymore ...

It took a moment to shake me out of my memory as the man spoke to me. I glanced up at his grimace, firm jaw lining up to rugged facial fuzz marred here and there with pocket-size scars, conveniently shaped like where a cleaning lady 's nail may give birth grazed in struggle. He definitely looked the component part, dark heart set evenly on his characteristic, bushed supercilium and thin lips. His shoulders were broad and squared off as he spoke again.

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

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

'' I asked what you wanted done to her. If there were any specific to your petition on her ... day of the month with me. ``

The codewords were cute. date in this case meant Cassandra 's kidnapping. request ? Was there anything I wanted done ? What did I need ? former 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 present the news program 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 mesa among the coffee shop. The speech sound of cars passing distracted my persuasion again as the warm sun moved over my skin. We were outside, as to not be heard or bothered much.

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

I slid the envelope over to him, which was also pocketed with the exposure. I informed him the rest would be given at the culmination 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 deal, rarely backed out in his business, or they became a particular date themselves. He knew my act, and we parted ways.

Cassandra was rather excited for her date. The man was tall, dark and big. The scars usually meant the man had interesting history to enjoin. She dressed herself in her small dark attire, a usual winner when meeting men. She 'd done her makeup all nice and reasonably and took to the cab to meet the man at the hotel room he 'd rented. She 'd been talking to him for a few twenty-four hours, exchanged video both naughty and not. He liked all the like matter she did, and they had so practically in vernacular. 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 berth this Nice. It was one of those ritzy high-end hotels with the tiled storey and a spiral staircase in the lobby. As soon as she stepped in, a man walked up to her in cat valium velvet bag-boy attire

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

She moved to the lift and slipped inside, pressing the coordinating floor clitoris and eagerly bounce. She almost felt unquiet. top trading floor penthouse ? Oh she was being spoiled tonight ! Maybe she 'd even recover ... the one !

As the room access pinged open she stepped slowly into the dark room, lit only with a wax light here and there, still not enough to urinate out anything in the room. Tucking blonde hair behind her ear she moved forward `` Michael ? Mike are you in here ? '' she called softly, hearing the sound of the lift closing and descending behind her. It was eerie, the silence that seemed to fill up such a great blank space. She almost heard something move behind her and turned sharply, only to be met with that same darkness. It was unknown and unearthed an odd queasiness in the pit of her stomach. That was until her sassing was covered by a cloth. She screamed and struggled but within a few mo the small blond had fallen limp in her assaulter arms.

It did n't take long for Michael to tie her to the St Andrews hybridizing. When Cassandra 's eyes fluttered give she could see Michael 's large mannequin 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 cuffs that were tightly fitted around each wrist and ankle. She was n't going anywhere ...

'' Good morning time sleeping beaut '' his gruff interpreter spoke, seemingly taunting in its tone. It was followed by a chortle as Cassandra screamed into the ball-gag.

With the elbow room lit she could finally see ... the entirely penthouse was adorned in torture equipment of varied types and sizes. Cages lined one paries with two girls rather unconscious within two of them. They were stripped to nothing ... and large contusion and cuts decorated their flesh.

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

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

'' Oh this is a particular date. A date arranged by Mrs. Andrea Bates. '' He grinned `` I love when pretty little girl'middle dilate like that.. the fearfulness fills them and they always show true color. You see ... well-nigh cleaning lady like you, the one who encourage high ranking men of society into their bed ... you all have one matter in usual ... `` He smirked `` You 're all slut. You think high-dollar dick is how you 'll void anything bad happening. You can twist their chest hair and tell them that if they tell anyone you 'll foray them for all they 're worth.. But beauty '' his unassailable hand grasped Cassandra 's mentum, forcing her to fulfil his gaze. `` I 've got zip 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 better plan for you, but that 'll be revealed later. ``

As Cassandra screamed and begged for forgiveness Michael moved his large human body to press the disc push on the tv camera. The little red light source blinked like an eye, watching Cassandra 's trunk writhe and struggle. Michael made his way toward her, seeming to adjust his jeans. His shirt was removed to designate his strong chest, Sir Thomas More scars adorning the physical body stretched across musculus that showed he was capable to lift the great unwashed with no struggle.

Making his way closer to Cassandra his expectant custody grasped the neck of her dress, a few tears wetting the back of his script from her crying as he tore open the dress, splitting the wrinkle 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 second thought process as he moved to tangle those stocky fingers in her fuzz, yanking her caput back as he loomed over her.. his other paw tore the bra from her form, the strap biting into her peel as they gave way from his pressure. just as the painfulness faded a new hurting was found as he pinched her tit between his fingerbreadth, pulling up harshly and twisting. She called out in pain, her back shifting as he handled her so roughly. It seemed to charge something through the man, who let go of her and moved back only to sharply backhand her. The stinging sentience left her dizzy, a soft bell sound in her ears.
Her middle opening again and facing Michael as she cried were met by him coming close, and holding her caput in place as he licked blood from her lip. With how tightlipped he was Cassandra could find his cock, hard, pulsing from her ail speech sound. It made her sense sick, her belly churning. Her heart raced harshly against her ribcage as her fearfulness of the man grew. What was legal injury with him ? ! How could he be so wake by her pain ! The sadistic man licked down her neck only to roughly handle her breast again, twisting and pulling till the bother had her squirming in place. He pulled back, and landed a rather rough clout to her venter. The air left her, coughing and sputtering as she tried desperately to gain back atomic number 8 lost.
He brought his hand to her face, holding so tightly her lips twisted and she felt her skin and his clutches mesh to her teeth. His mouth came to hers, crashing against her plush brim to smear her makeup onto her pale peel. he leaned back to wipe his fount clean and jerk of the mark before moving back to burn her lower lip. She felt an almost blinding pain as the man pierced scrape and caused her to bleed. She felt something move between her legs, his hand yanking her panties until they were strained against her configuration, then gave way. The poor woman called in painfulness, tears streaming down her cheeks as he rubbed whatever it was he was holding against her sex. He gathered her hair and pulled her head back painfully as he bit into her neck. Her shriek made him simper and he moved down her body to tease her tit. He pulled back, her capable to see a rather recollective midst rod in his hand ... the cane was sniffed which twisted her stomach.

'' Looks like its not high one dollar bill dick thats the only thing that gets you wet '' he spoke. At her begging him to exclude 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 sight as he brought a blackamoor leather strip with a silver annulus on it. He swiftly punched her again, causing her to gasp and cough out, using that opportunity he placed the ring in her backtalk forcefully. He moved around her, and she heard a few chink and gesture and the creaking of the Mrs. Henry Wood as she felt herself relocation. He flipped the cross, her head at level with the crotch of his denim. She screamed, and he pressed his cock against her through his pant. She could feel him throb ... and it didnt assistance 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 insults were muffled by that annulus and he just laughed.
The cane was brought down sharply onto role of her cunt, thigh and eubstance. Each harsh hit pass on red marks burned into her hide, her whole consistency mix with bother. He adjusted his jean, his thick, fat cock able-bodied to be seen as he stroked himself, seeming to only get more stirred by her calls of pain. His thick member dipped into her mouth here and there, his secure odour making her nose wrinkle as she cried. Of path the perceptiveness and thought of how many hoi polloi hed eff made her nauseous. His sharp bang were unrelenting until she felt him cum, filling her mouth and coating her grimace in the unenviable stink of him. His glossa moved over her offended pussy and he flipped her back the decent way. The blood rushed to where it needed to be, making her sway as dizziness set in.
Her mind was racing as he stuck something into her ass, making her screeching out in seismic disturbance and pain ... It was larger than the cane hed had. When did he switch token ? She felt humiliated and coughed on the disgusting taste of his semen. He pressed his prick into her kitty and her oculus widened. `` tell me you 're a slut and I 'll stop ... '' He growled, pumping his cock into her as he removed the gang gag. She felt full between him and the toy in her ass, painfulness ripping her nerves.
'' Please stop ! ``
'' I told you what to say Cassandra ... ``
'' I 'm a slut please ! ``
'' What are you ? ``
'' I 'M A loose woman '' 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 thighs before stepping back. She could hear the audio of the lift ding subject as Michael shut the recording off. Andrea stepped forward ...

I could n't assist the smirk on my face, seeing her there with a dildo in her ass, her face smeared in cum and her 'perfect'hair a pot. I walked forward to see the impairment done, the red scar on her pale flesh. But what I wanted to see was about as satisfying as I 'd imagined. Those Emerald Eyes.. broken, shaking in pure fear.
'' Do you know where you 're going Cassandra ? ``
'' A-Andrea I 'm so good-for-nothing, I did n't mean to, he came on to me ''
'' Save your begging Cassandra ... your circumstances is sealed. ``
I handed Michael the rest 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 in high spirits dollar .... '' Michael seemed to laugh at my remark as Cassandra panicked and I moved to meet her buttock, away from the semen `` Dont worry doll-face ... your middle will be the star of the display, you 'll fit the right way in with the rest of the loose woman of the slave gang ... and you 'll never give birth to conclude your legs again ''

Her sidesplitter and begging made me smile as I stepped away, only the auditory sensation of Michael 's laughter mixing with those supplication as I entered the elevator again.
Now ... just to hire the person to kill my husband..