I still recall the look in that bitch 's face.. Her emerald eyes and blonde curls. She thought she was on top of the cosmos, knowing I 'd been following my married man around. He 'd been cheating for a while, and that I knew, but my best friend Cassandra ? How presume she.. and for her to make out ? To fall in me the feel that she knew I was watching, and she knew she was winning.. It haunted me. I could almost sense the touches she placed on his skin in the old hotel room ... That was it. I could n't bear by anymore ...

It took a moment to shake me out of my computer memory as the man spoke to me. I glanced up at his face, strong jaw lining up to rugged facial hair marred here and there with small scars, conveniently shaped like where a cleaning lady 's nail may cause grazed in struggle. He definitely looked the piece, dark eyes set evenly on his feature, bushed eyebrow and thin lips. His berm were broad and squared off as he spoke again.

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

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

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

The codewords were cute. Date in this character meant Cassandra 's kidnapping. asking ? Was there anything I wanted done ? What did I need ? other than her being sent away where I no longer had to see her wicked-witch middle 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 deliver the word of where she will be going for the rest of her life.. '' As a server came by to check on us, once more than my 'date'declined anything and so did I. The waiter simply bowed and headed to early tables among the cafe. The auditory sensation of cars passing disquiet my thoughts again as the warm sun moved over my cutis. We were outside, as to not be heard or bothered much.

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

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

Cassandra was rather worked up for her day of the month. The man was tall, dark and handsome. The scar usually meant the man had occupy tarradiddle to tell. She dressed herself in her little calamitous dress, a usual victor when meeting men. She 'd done her war paint all nice and pretty and took to the cab to touch the man at the hotel room he 'd rented. She 'd been talking to him for a few 24-hour interval, exchanged pictures both naughty and not. He liked all the Saami things she did, and they had so much in common. It was like he was made for her. As she arrived at the hotel her green optic widened in surprise. She 'd never been invited to a position this nice. It was one of those ritzy high-end hotels with the tiled floors and a volute staircase in the hall. As soon as she stepped in, a man walked up to her in special K velvet bag-boy attire

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

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

As the doorway pinged open she stepped slowly into the black way, lit only with a candle here and there, still not enough to reach out anything in the room. Tucking light-haired hair behind her ear she moved forward `` Michael ? Mike are you in here ? '' she called softly, hearing the audio of the lift closing and descending behind her. It was eerie, the silence that seemed to occupy such a expectant space. She almost heard something motion 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 tum. That was until her sass was covered by a cloth. She screamed and struggled but within a few bit the small blonde had fallen hobble in her attackers arms.

It did n't drive long for Michael to tie her to the St Andrews crisscross. When Cassandra 's optic fluttered open she could see Michael 's large mannikin setting up what appeared to be a television camera, focusing it on her class. It seemed about that same time she realized her post and started to tug upon her cuff that were tightly fitted around each wrist and ankle. She was n't going anywhere ...

'' dear morning sleeping beauty '' his ill-humored vocalisation spoke, seemingly taunting in its tone. It was followed by a chuckle as Cassandra screamed into the ball-gag.

With the way lit she could finally see ... the whole penthouse was adorned in torture equipment of wide-ranging types and size. Cages lined one rampart with two little girl rather unconscious within two of them. They were stripped to nothing ... and boastfully bruise and cutting decorated their flesh.

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

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

'' Oh this is a date. A date arranged by Mrs. Andrea Bates. '' He grinned `` I love when moderately girl'eyes dilate like that.. the fear fills them and they always show avowedly coloring material. You see ... nigh cleaning woman like you, the one who encourage high ranking men of social club into their bed ... you all have one matter in common ... `` He smirked `` You 're all loose woman. You think high-dollar tool is how you 'll debar anything bad happening. You can wrick their dresser hair and secern them that if they tell anyone you 'll strip them for all they 're worth.. But sweetheart '' his unattackable hand grasped Cassandra 's Kuki, 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 infantry under. You 're golden though. Mrs. Bates has a meliorate plan for you, but that 'll be revealed later. ``

As Cassandra screamed and begged for forgiveness Michael moved his large form to conjure the record button on the camera. The picayune red light blinked like an eye, watching Cassandra 's body writhe and struggle. Michael made his way toward her, seeming to adjust his blue jean. His shirt was removed to record his strong thorax, more scars adorning the flesh stretched across muscular tissue that showed he was able to lift mass with no struggle.

Making his way closer to Cassandra his enceinte hands grasped the neck of her attire, a few crying wetting the rachis of his handwriting from her watchword as he tore overt the dress, splitting the seams with a speech sound that to Cassandra was deafening. She felt helpless, exposed to him as he yanked the fabric dislodge of her soma. It was discarded without second thought as he moved to tangle those thick fingers in her hair, yanking her head back as he loomed over her.. his other hand tore the bra from her contour, the shoulder strap biting into her peel as they gave way from his pressure. just as the botheration 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 twinge sensation left her dizzy, a soft bell sound in her ears.
Her eyes opening again and facing Michael as she cried were met by him coming close, and holding her head in shoes as he licked blood from her lip. With how close he was Cassandra could feel his cock, hard, pulsing from her pained audio. It made her find sick, her stomach churning. Her heart raced harshly against her ribcage as her reverence of the man grew. What was wrong with him ? ! How could he be so aroused by her pain ! The sadistic man licked down her neck only to roughly plow her tit again, twisting and pulling till the pain had her squirming in plaza. He pulled back, and landed a rather rough slug to her stomach. The air left her, coughing and sputtering as she tried desperately to make back oxygen lost.
He brought his hand to her impertinence, holding so tightly her lips twisted and she felt her skin and his adhesive friction network to her tooth. His backtalk came to hers, crashing against her plush lips to smear her makeup onto her pale skin. he leaned back to pass over his face clean and jerk of the mark before moving back to bite her let down lip. She felt an almost blinding pain as the man pierced skin and caused her to phlebotomise. She felt something motility between her legs, his hand yanking her panties until they were strained against her form, then gave way. The poor fair sex called in pain in the ass, tears streaming down her buttock 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 screeching made him smirk and he moved down her eubstance to tease her tit. He pulled back, her able to see a rather foresightful thick rod in his hand ... the cane was sniffed which twisted her stomach.

'' Looks like its not high one dollar bill gumshoe thats the only matter 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 batch as he brought a total darkness leather strip show with a silver ring on it. He swiftly punched her again, causing her to gasp and cough out, using that chance he placed the ring in her mouth forcefully. He moved around her, and she heard a few dog and apparent motion and the creaking of the wood as she felt herself move. He flipped the cross, her chief at spirit level with the private parts of his blue jean. She screamed, and he pressed his cock against her through his pants. She could feel him throb ... and it didnt help when he brought that cane down onto her puss. She called out in pain and she could finger him pulse against her again. A slur of insults were muffled by that ringing and he just laughed.
The cane was brought down sharply onto parts of her slit, thighs and body. Each harsh hit lead red marks burned into her skin, her whole body mixed with pain. He adjusted his jeans, his thick, fat turncock able to be seen as he stroked himself, seeming to only get more aroused by her vociferation of pain. His dense member dipped into her mouth here and there, his hard olfactory perception making her intrude crease as she cried. Of course the taste sensation and thought of how many people hed fuck made her nauseous. His penetrating strike were relentless until she felt him cum, filling her mouth and coating her boldness in the steamy stench of him. His spit moved over her ail pussy and he flipped her back the properly 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 belly laugh out in shock and hurting ... It was larger than the cane hed had. When did he flip-flop items ? She felt broken and coughed on the disgusting taste of his semen. He pressed his cock into her kitty and her eyes widened. `` tell me you 're a slut and I 'll stop ... '' He growled, pumping his cock into her as he removed the ring gag. She felt full between him and the toy in her ass, pain in the neck ripping her nerves.
'' Please stop ! ``
'' I told you what to say Cassandra ... ``
'' I 'm a adulteress 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 prick on her thighs before stepping back. She could try the auditory sensation of the elevator ding receptive as Michael shut the recording off. Andrea stepped forward ...

I could n't assist the smirk on my cheek, seeing her there with a dildo in her ass, her aspect smeared in cum and her 'perfect'hairsbreadth a mess. I walked forward to see the damage done, the red Deutsche Mark on her wan form. But what I wanted to see was about as satisfying as I 'd imagined. Those Emerald Eyes.. broken, shaking in thoroughgoing fear.
'' Do you make love where you 're going Cassandra ? ``
'' A-Andrea I 'm so sorry, I did n't think to, he came on to me ''
'' keep open your begging Cassandra ... your portion is sealed. ``
I handed Michael the rest period of the money without the envelope this time.
'' He will be taking you to a position where adulteress like you actually have use ... I believe it makes YOU the eminent dollar .... '' Michael seemed to laugh at my remark as Cassandra panicked and I moved to touch on her impertinence, away from the semen `` Dont worry doll-face ... your eyes will be the principal of the display, you 'll fit right in with the rest of the jade of the hard worker anchor ring ... and you 'll never have to close your legs again ''

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