The Amplitude Fantasy ( 0 )


Anal, Bdsm, Cheating, Erotica, Humiliation
I still remember the look in that kick 's face.. Her emerald eyes 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 patch, and that I knew, but my just friend Cassandra ? How daring 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 sense the hint she placed on his skin in the old hotel room ... That was it. I could n't put up by anymore ...

It took a second to shake me out of my computer storage as the man spoke to me. I glanced up at his face, strong jaw lining up to rugged seventh cranial nerve hair marred here and there with small scar, conveniently shaped like where a womanhood 's nail may have grazed in struggle. He definitely looked the component part, dark eyes set evenly on his features, bushed eyebrows and thin brim. His shoulders were blanket and squared off as he spoke again.

'' Did you pick up me ? '' he said.

'' No, sorry my idea was elsewhere. What were you asking ? '' I clarified, stirring the scratch about in my umber. He had n't ordered anything to booze despite my go, what a ... businessman.

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

The codewords were precious. Date in this case meant Cassandra 's kidnapping. asking ? 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 scruples ?

'' I wish to be there before you take her away. I want to be the one to fork up the news of where she will be going for the rest of her life.. '' As a server came by to check on us, once more my 'date'declined anything and so did I. The server simply bowed and headed to other tables among the coffeehouse. The sounds of cars passing distracted my thinking again as the warm up sun moved over my skin. 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 air hole after he seemed to almost ... caress it ...

I slid the envelope over to him, which was also pocketed with the picture. I informed him the residual would be given at the mop up 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 stage business, or they became a date themselves. He knew my numeral, and we parted ways.

Cassandra was rather excited for her date. The man was grandiloquent, dark and handsome. The scars usually meant the man had interesting stories to secern. She dressed herself in her petty black dress, a usual winner when meeting men. She 'd done her constitution all nice and somewhat and took to the cab to satisfy the man at the hotel elbow room he 'd rented. She 'd been talking to him for a few days, exchanged film both naughty and not. He liked all the Saame things she did, and they had so very much in common. It was like he was made for her. As she arrived at the hotel her green eyes widened in surprise. She 'd never been invited to a billet this nice. It was one of those ritzy high-end hotels with the tiled floors and a spiral stairway in the antechamber. As soon as she stepped in, a man walked up to her in green velvet bag-boy attire

'' Ah ! young woman Cassandra super acid yes ? '' he asked. As she nodded he slipped her the door key. `` Mister Drake is awaiting your arrival. ``

She moved to the elevator and slipped inside, pressing the coordinating storey button and eagerly bounce. She almost felt aflutter. 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 dark room, lit only with a taper here and there, still not enough to fix 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 audio of the elevator mop up 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 same darkness. It was strange and unearthed an odd squeamishness in the pit of her stomach. That was until her mouth was covered by a textile. She screamed and struggled but within a few moments the small blond had fallen limp in her attackers arms.

It did n't study long for Michael to tie her to the St St. Andrew cross. When Cassandra 's optic fluttered open she could see Michael 's large sort setting up what appeared to be a camera, focusing it on her material body. It seemed about that same metre she realized her site and started to tug upon her handlock that were tightly fitted around each wrist and ankle. She was n't going anywhere ...

'' beneficial morning sleeping peach '' his curmudgeonly articulation spoke, seemingly taunting in its shade. It was followed by a chuckle as Cassandra screamed into the ball-gag.

With the room lit she could finally see ... the whole penthouse was adorned in torture equipment of varied character and size of it. Cages lined one wall with two girls rather unconscious within two of them. They were stripped to nothing ... and large bruise and stinger decorated their flesh.

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

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

'' Oh this is a date. A date arranged by Mrs. Andrea Bates. '' He grinned `` I love when pretty girls'oculus dilate like that.. the fear fills them and they always show true gloss. You see ... most women like you, the 1 who encourage high ranking men of society into their bed ... you all have one affair in commons ... `` He smirked `` You 're all fornicatress. You think high-dollar dick is how you 'll avoid anything bad happening. You can twist their chest hair and tell them that if they tell anyone you 'll strip them for all they 're worth.. But peach '' his strong hand grasped Cassandra 's Kuki-Chin, forcing her to meet his regard. `` I 've got naught to suffer. I get paid well to put pretty little Barbie 's like you six understructure under. You 're lucky though. Mrs. Bates has a better program for you, but that 'll be revealed later. ``

As Cassandra screamed and begged for forgiveness Michael moved his large form to press the book button on the camera. The little red light blinked like an eye, watching Cassandra 's body writhe and struggle. Michael made his way toward her, seeming to correct his jeans. His shirt was removed to show his potent chest, to a greater extent cicatrix adorning the pulp stretched across muscles that showed he was capable to bring up people with no struggle.

Making his way closer to Cassandra his large hands grasped the cervix of her attire, a few tears wetting the back of his hands from her crying as he tore open the apparel, splitting the bed with a sound that to Cassandra was deafening. She felt helpless, exposed to him as he yanked the cloth devoid of her kind. It was discarded without moment thought as he moved to entangle those thick fingers in her hairsbreadth, yanking her forefront back as he loomed over her.. his other hand tore the bra from her form, the strap biting into her skin as they gave way from his pressure level. 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 painful 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 stinging sensation left her dizzy, a soft toll speech 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 place as he licked blood from her lip. With how close he was Cassandra could feel his cock, hard, pulsing from her anguish sounds. It made her sense sick, her stomach churning. Her heart raced harshly against her ribcage as her fear of the man grew. What was faulty with him ? ! How could he be so raise by her pain ! The sadistic man licked down her neck only to roughly treat her breast again, twisting and pulling till the painful sensation had her squirming in place. He pulled back, and landed a rather scratchy biff to her stomach. The air left her, coughing and sputtering as she tried desperately to gain back O lost.
He brought his mitt to her cheeks, holding so tightly her lips twisted and she felt her skin and his handgrip mesh to her teeth. His rima oris came to hers, crashing against her lucullan lip to asperse her composition onto her sick hide. he leaned back to pass over his look clean of the chump before moving back to bite her lower lip. She felt an almost blinding pain as the man pierced skin and caused her to bleed. She felt something move between her legs, his hand yanking her panty until they were strained against her form, then gave way. The inadequate woman called in pain, tears streaming down her face as he rubbed whatever it was he was holding against her sex. He gathered her pilus and pulled her question back painfully as he bit into her neck. Her shriek made him smirk and he moved down her body to bait her breasts. He pulled back, her able to see a rather long midst rod in his hand ... the cane was sniffed which twisted her stomach.

'' Looks like its not high clam dick thats the lonesome thing that gets you wet '' he spoke. At her begging him to shut 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 line of flock as he brought a fateful leather flight strip with a silver grey ring on it. He swiftly punched her again, causing her to gasp and cough out, using that opportunity he placed the ring in her mouth forcefully. He moved around her, and she heard a few dog and motility and the creaking of the wood as she felt herself relocation. He flipped the crown of thorns, her head at level with the genitalia of his jeans. She screamed, and he pressed his rooster against her through his pant. She could finger him pulse ... and it didnt assistant when he brought that cane down onto her pussycat. She called out in pain and she could sense him pulse against her again. A smear of insults were muffled by that mob and he just laughed.
The cane was brought down sharply onto parts of her pussy, thighs and body. Each harsh hit give red marks burned into her tegument, her unharmed body mixed with pain. He adjusted his denim, his thick, fat prick able to be seen as he stroked himself, seeming to only get more stirred up by her song of pain. His thick member dipped into her mouth here and there, his secure flavour making her wind crease as she cried. Of course the taste and thought process of how many people hed be intimate made her offensive. His sharp hits were stern until she felt him cum, filling her sass and coating her fount in the steamy stink of him. His tongue moved over her pained pussy and he flipped her back the right way. The bloodline rushed to where it needed to be, making her sway as vertigo set in.
Her creative thinker was racing as he stuck something into her ass, making her shriek out in shock and pain in the ass ... It was big than the cane hed had. When did he swap point ? She felt mortify and coughed on the disgusting taste of his ejaculate. He pressed his stopcock into her kitty-cat and her eyes widened. `` Tell me you 're a slut and I 'll finish ... '' He growled, pumping his shaft into her as he removed the ring gag. She felt broad between him and the toy in her ass, pain ripping her nerves.
'' Please end ! ``
'' 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 thighs before stepping back. She could see the sound of the elevator ding unfastened as Michael shut the recording off. Andrea stepped forward ...

I could n't help the smirk on my look, seeing her there with a dildo in her ass, her face smeared in cum and her 'perfect'hair's-breadth a hole. 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 pure fear.
'' Do you know where you 're going Cassandra ? ``
'' A-Andrea I 'm so no-count, I did n't signify to, he came on to me ''
'' Save your begging Cassandra ... your fate 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 high dollar .... '' Michael seemed to express mirth at my comment as Cassandra panicked and I moved to bear upon her boldness, away from the semen `` Dont worry doll-face ... your middle will be the star of the show, you 'll fit veracious in with the residue of the sluts of the slave ring ... and you 'll never have to close your legs again ''

Her screeching and begging made me smile as I stepped away, only the sound of Michael 's laughter commixture with those pleas as I entered the elevator again.
Now ... just to hire the person to toss off my husband..
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