Beatrice walked slowly across the massive home. She turned down a hall and then entered a small bedroom. She looked around and noticed her founder had changed nix. She saw her childhood played out on her rampart. Well, a piddling of her childhood, the part where her Mom was here, and she was happy, the rest of her short life was misery and training. She knelt and then sat in the midsection of the floor, her legs crossed and her weapons system resting on her knees. She took a deep hint and started to focus on the ira, the detriment, the sadness. She felt the force first to simmer again deep within her Edward Young body.

Frankie drove down the street and checked out the reference. This was the street, he wondered what he would notice at her house. He was so hoping he would not encounter this new lady friend in a dumpster somewhere. He noticed the numbers getting close and then he saw the house. He pulled into the empty driveway and stopped on the side of the planetary house in nominal head of the garage. He climbed out and noticed there was a deck of some kind in the backrest. He opened the wooden logic gate and stepped into the one thousand. He saw a kitty and a deck that attached to the theatre. It was covered and very overnice. He also noticed a sliding door on the deck leading into the house.

Frankie walked across the deck of cards and tried to spread out the door. It was locked. He looked down and then pulled out a modest firearm of metal from his pouch. The lock chamber clicked, and he slid the door clear. He walked into the kitchen and looked around. The bread and butter way was connected, and he stepped forward. His spunk skipped when he saw the body. It was small-scale and shoved halfway under the lounge. He moved closer, praying he would see movement. The girl was small but her smooth body was covered in black writing. Holy Writ that were uncouth and names. He also noticed bruises and cuts across the cover of her leg. He reached tentatively under the couch and felt for her cervix. His fingers found the side of her throat and he was relieved to feel a impulse. It was unassailable and brace. Well, she was a tough little thing.

He lifted the couch and pulled her out gently. Her berm were badly bruised, and he noticed the side of her face was gusty and bruised. He rolled her onto her backrest and his breath caught in his throat. He did his job well and sometimes his job involved dealing out penalization, so he had seen many masses that were beaten and bruised. This, however, was so wrongly it broke his kernel. This was a shaver and her torso looked destroyed. Her face was a mess. Her left-hand eye was swollen shut and her right was not much better but looked like it could maybe open. Her breasts were red and bruised and she had bull's eye across her stomach. He felt the anger growing in him and he reached out to move a lock of her hairsbreadth off of her face.

He jumped as she flinched. He looked as her right eye opened slowly. Her backtalk were cut and swollen but they started moving. He heard a small vox and he leaned in closer.

"Please, no more."He heard her whispering and he felt tears gather in his eyes.

"Baby, you can loose. You are safe now."He said slowly.

He saw her eye look at him and then a small smile appeared across her swollen-headed cheek. She took a deep breath and closed her eye. He grabbed his sound and dialed. The man answered quickly.

"Mr. Joe, I found her. Yes, she was in her house. Yes, she is alive, but she is a mess."Frankie listened to the instructions and slue his phone into his pocket.

Frankie looked around the living room and noticed a blanket strewn across the rachis of the couch. He grabbed it and wrapped it carefully around her. Her body was limp, and her arms hung down as he lifted her and carried her to the car. He placed her gently in the back can. He slid into the driver's place and grabbed the steering steering wheel, trying not to break it in his powerful paw. He wanted, no, he needed to ascertain who did this. He drove slowly back to the monumental house.

Frankie walked through the large door into the living room. The girl was still hobble, her left arm hanging loosely. He saw Beatrice walking briskly towards him. She stopped and looked at the young young lady's face. She touched the bruised left wing boldness and ran her soft digit across the swell look. The little girl flinched and moved back slightly. She noticed the small little girl give her right eye and spirit at her in fear. Beatrice noticed recognition in her eye and the girl smiled as big as she could. Beatrice lifted the daughter's arm, placing it across her pocket-sized body. She grabbed the girl's indulgent hand, noticing it was one of the few body region that was not damaged.

"Sweetheart, I am so sorry, but you are safe now. We have you."Beatrice said and squeezed her hand gently.

"Thank you."She heard the minuscule whisper and the eye closed.

"Frankie, film her to the sketch. The doctor is waiting. Thank you for finding her."Beatrice said and looked at the huge man.

"Yes, maam. Would it be ok if……."Frankie started but stopped as Beatrice touched his arm.

"Yes, Frankie, you will be coming with me."She said softly.

"Thank you, Miss Beatrice."Frankie said and started to the study.

Beatrice turned and walked back into the office. Her father was on his laptop and Mandy was sleeping on the lounge. Her Fatherhood looked up as she entered.

"pa, I am going to lavish and get dressed. I will want to watch all of it when I return."She said.

"Yes, mantrap, I will accept it ready. He is at the bar."Joe said.

"Good, does it look like he will be there a while ?"She asked.

"Yes, he just arrived, and they look very comfortable."He said.

"Ok, I will be back shortly. Can you reach out to Uncle whoremonger and bring him up to speed ?"Beatrice asked as she turned.

"Yes, already done, he will induce his guy rope cook, and he said you would deliver as a great deal time as you need."Joe said.

"Thank you, Daddy."She said and left the room.

She stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her farsighted blond whisker. She grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her body, tucking it in near her full chest. She looked in the mirror and took a bass breath. Was she ready ? Mister J said she needed more time, but she had to get back. She would have to be ready. She closed her middle and took a thick breath.

Joe looked up and arrest his breather in his throat as he saw her walk in. She was stunning. Her tomentum was retentive and kink around her easygoing berm. The dress was incredible, melanise and silklike. The top was a mystifying V, her cleavage gorgeous but not over the top. The dress landed right above her stifle but the puss on the right wing made its way well up her long leg. He noticed the dim stockings and the blackguard. Yes, she was stunning. He thought she looked a lot like her female parent and he smiled.

Beatrice sat in the chair near the desk, crossing her retentive leg. She smoothed the frock and pulled it to hatch the top of her stocking. The apparel was perfect, it would do its job. Men like Tony are so simple when it comes to this part. She smiled and looked at her Dad.

"pop, can you start from the offset ?"She asked.

"Yes, peach, we have footage of the Yuletide political party, the bachelor political party, and the incident at the bar."He said as he typed.

"Christmas party ?"She asked.

"Yes, he had a Yuletide company at his house and Mandy reported that Tony did something to the mother. She was not certainly, and we don't have surveillance in the bedrooms. We were not certain of the Mom's involvement, we think there is a long story between her and Tony."He said, and the screen door came to life.

"Is that why he chose Cassie ?"Beatrice asked as she watched Mandy serving beverage at the Christmas party and Cassie drinking some form of pink drink.

"We think so, he knew about her and we think he just decided to act one day. He went on a Service call to her house, which he hadn't done in years."Joe said.

Beatrice watched the aspect spread out as Tony worked the elbow room and then tattle to Cassie's category and then acquaint her to a group of men. There was zip sinister here as far as she could tell.

"Daddy, do we know if anything happened during the Yule party ?"Beatrice asked.

"Well, we do not have footage, but we do know that the great black man talking to Tony there is Nate Bertrand. He owns a concatenation of hotels and was in negotiation with Tony for a bombastic contract. He signed it the day after the party."Joe said.

"That is not anything out of the ordinary."Beatrice said and turned to her father.

"Well, no, but we know that Cassie stayed at Tony's overnight as we saw her there early in the morning. We saw quite a bit early in the aurora as we do have surveillance in the kitchen."Joe said and hit a few keys.

Beatrice saw the kitchen and then saw scented wattle walk into the kitchen with the large black man. She was wearing a short red silky robe. Tony was sitting at the table. She saw Tony compass behind flame tree and slither his hand under her robe. Cassie got them all coffee and then went back in the kitchen and made breakfast. Beatrice saw Tony hug sweet acacia and then slap her behind. This did not await the Saami as what she saw earlier. Then she saw Cassie rack and Tony slide her robe off her body. Her body was incredible, smooth, firm and not showing any mansion of abuse.

Beatrice then saw sweet wattle kneel between Bertrand's legs and bury one of the biggest smuggled rooster she had ever seen. She saw him unload into her mouthpiece and then Tony laid her on the table. Both men proceeded to cover her small soundbox with kisses and script and Beatrice watched huisache orgasm on the kitchen table. She then saw both men fuck the blond 16 year old hard on the table. huisache looked like she slept for a little and then Tony led her upstairs.

"pa, is that all there is ?"She asked.

"Yes, child, that is all we have from the Christmas political party. Next would be the bachelor-at-arms party."He said.

"Ok, start that one from the beginning."She said and turned to the screen.

I woke up on a bed. The first of all thing I noticed was that I was in a beautiful room. The paries were exquisite, and the furniture looked like it belonged in a museum. The succeeding thing I noticed is that my body was incredibly sore. I looked around and saw a man in a Andrew Dickson White coat standing across the elbow room working on something. I tried to peach but my throat was so sore all that came out was a strange sound.

"Well, smell who's awaken ?"The man in the T. H. White coat said and walked over to me.

I looked at him, but I noticed I could not see as very much as I normally do. I tried to ferment my head and then I really couldn't see.

"It's ok, your leftover eye and cheek are bandaged. They will be fine in prison term but for now you are a pirate."He said and smiled.

I tried to laugh but my abdomen hurt so much I coughed instead.

"Baby, I am so no-account. I should have not made you laugh. My bad."He said.

I concentrated and found I was able to whisper.

"Where am I ?"I whispered.

"You are in the place of Joe Winthrop."He said.

"Tony ?"I said softly and looked around.

"No, he is not here. You are safe now."The man said, grabbing my hand.

I took a mystifying intimation and looked at him.

"You will be very sore for a couplet of mean solar day, but you will be fine. You have no broken bones and you will heal completely."He said, squeezing my hand.

I just looked at him.

"Oh, and we got rid of the dictionary that was all over you."He said and smiled.

I thought for a minute and then I remembered all the words that were all over my body. I looked back at him.

"Thank you."I said softly.

"Not a trouble, sweetheart. You need to rest now."He said and put my hand on the blanket over my chest.

I thought I remembered something and then I saw her face looking down at me. Her blonde hair hanging across her pretty font, her middle worried but unassailable. I remember her talking to me and I remembered feeling like I would be ok. I looked back at the man.

"Beatrice ?"I whispered.

"Yes, she is here. You can see her later, you need to rest."He said.

I felt a short fear, she was here, I needed to be with her before something else happened. I looked at the room access, expecting to see Tony and his guys walking in and clobbering the nice man in the E. B. White pelage. I started to panic and started to sit up.

"Relax, you need to rest."The man said and grabbed my arms.

"No, Beatrice, now."I said and looked at him, I could sense myself getting stronger with the anger and fear.

He shook his head teacher slowly and helped me off the bed. My stark feet hit the soft flooring and then I tried to stand. My legs were wobbly and felt weak. I started to cry and sat back down. I looked up at the man as the bust ran down my cheeks.

"assist me."I said softly.

His eyes looked glazed, but he wrapped his arm around me and lifted me to my metrical foot.

"render it a minute, get used to standing."He said calmly.

I felt my peg get-go to relax and quit wobbling. I took a deep breath and stood up straight. My stomach ached terribly as did my shoulder. I took a small-scale step and felt ok. He walked with me as we made our way out of the elbow room and down the residence hall. I was walking better and now just holding his arm for support.

"One more corner."He said and guided me to the right.

I saw a immense parlor and then a vauntingly oak threshold. He led me to the room access and pulled it candid. I heard what sounded like a pic and then my pump felt felicitous. Beatrice was sitting in a chairman and she was beautiful. She looked like a blond goddess dressed in fatal. She looked at me and smiled. She stood up slowly and walked over to me. She took my hands and looked me in the eyes, well, the one I could open.

"Sweetheart, you should be resting."Beatrice said softly.

"Sorry, but I wanted to be in here with you. I need to warn you."I said, my voice cracking.

She smiled sweetly and squeezed my hands.

"Baby little girl, you are something else. I am assuming you are talking about Tony and his bunch. I am well cognisant of what he has done."Beatrice said, and I saw her eyes darken as she finished the statement.

I nodded and then looked over to the couch. Mandy was standing there and holding her weapons system out to me. I looked back at Beatrice and she motioned to the couch. I turned and stepped into Mandy's sleeve. Her embrace was tender and felt like a blanket around my sore body.

"Can I bide in here with you guys ?"I whispered.

"Yes, sister, you can sit here with me."Mandy said and sat down, pulling me onto the couch future to her.

She put her arm around me and I snuggled up next to her, feeling safe for the first fourth dimension in a longsighted patch. Beatrice sat back down and then I looked up at the projection screen. It was footage from the bar. I saw myself on my back on a table. A man was fucking me, holding onto my thighs. Another man was standing side by side to me and he hit me across the stomach with a kitty cue. I must have been out of it as I didn't react. I felt myself funk a fiddling and Mandy held me tighter.

Beatrice was watching intently as the men in the bar fucked me for another 20 minutes. I noticed they flipped me over onto my stomach and a few of them fucked me from behind. I could not tell if they were in my ass until of them pulled back and then it was obvious. I saw the cum flowing out of my butt and down my peg. I heard a loud crack and then a man appeared on the screen with a broken cue stick.

The man behind me laughed and grabbed the broken stick. It was the thick end and it was splintered at the fault, the while looked to be a couple of metrical unit long. I watched through my one eye as the man took the cue reefer and pushed it into my butt. It slid in easily and he stepped back and slapped the man next to him in the back as they laughed. I watched them walk away, the cue control stick embedded deep in my butt.

The cover went grim and I heard Beatrice take a rich breath. We all watched her tie-up slowly and smooth out her pretty dress. She looked like an angel to me, her blonde fuzz cascading over her shoulders made her look like she was glowing. She looked at the man in the wheelchair.

"Daddy, I will be going now. Frankie will be coming with me. delight let Uncle John Lackland know we are on the way. No one leaves until we get there."Beatrice spoke, her voice calm and strong.

"Yes, baby, I will let him know."Joe said.

I looked at Beatrice and then at the man in the wheelchair who was obviously her father. Beatrice turned and walked toward the door.

"Be careful honey."Joe said.

"Always daddy."Beatrice said as she walked out without turning around.

I looked up at Mandy.

"What is happening ?"I asked.

"B is going to train caution of the situation."Mandy said.

"I don't understand, she will get hurt."I said, and I felt my core starting to race.

Mandy chuckled and looked over at Joe. She looked back at me with a smile on her face.

"She will be okay sweetheart. Beatrice is a lot Sir Thomas More than you have seen."Mandy said.

I looked over at the man and he smiled but it did not look like a confident smile. He looked more like a very come to father.

Beatrice looked over at Frankie, he was driving the f number limit, but his coat of arms were rippling, and his cervix looked red.

"Frankie, are you all right ?"Beatrice said.

"Yes, missy B, I am fine."Frankie said through clenched teeth.

"Frankie, I need you to be calm for me."Beatrice said.

Frankie turned his head to her and Beatrice saw his eye were glassy.

"Miss B, she is a tyke and these…animals beat her to a pulp. That is wrong on so many point. I am struggling to understand how people could do something like that."Frankie said, his voice cracking.

Beatrice touched Frankie's massive forearm and he felt a humble billow of warmth flow through his arm and to his chest. He took a deep breathing space. He looked over at Beatrice and her bright blue center sparkled in her pretty face. He felt himself calming down.

"Thank you, missy B."Frankie said.

"You are receive Frankie. You will possess your moment, although Tony is mine. The foreman at the bar will need some aid, I am sure you will be able to make yourself feel better."Beatrice said, her hired hand still on his forearm.

"Thank you again, young woman Beatrice."Frankie said.

Frankie pulled the car over to the curb in front end of the bar, noticing immediately the two large Shirley Temple Black men standing on either side of the doorway to the bar. He walked around the car and opened the threshold. Beatrice turned and placed her foot on the ground, her garb chess opening slightly. She felt the middle of the large bouncers fixate on her thighs as she slid out of the car. She smiled at them as she stood slowly. She took Frankie's arm and started to take the air to the door. She looked up at the man on the right. He reached out and opened the door.

"Thank you very much, sweetheart."Beatrice said, and looked into his eyes.

They walked through the door into the herd bar. Beatrice stood out like a limelight among the distinctive bar patrons and the crew parted to let the twain move through. She felt eyes on her as she walked confidently through the crowd. They approached the peanut bootleg door at the binding of the bar. There was another large man standing in movement of the doorway. He looked at Frankie and then down at Beatrice.

"Hello sir, we have a confluence with Tony. If you would be so kind to let him know we are here."Beatrice said in a sweetly voice.

The man disappeared through the threshold. Beatrice turned and looked out at the bar. It was a typical bunch, a few middling girls but a lot of sad-looking guys and virtually of them were staring at her.

"Nice crowd."Beatrice said.

"Yeah, they look like they have seen better days."Frankie said under his breath.

Beatrice chuckled.

"Frankie, be nice."She said and chuckled again.

They turned as the door opened and the turgid man held it give for them. They walked through into a large room. She recognized it immediately as she looked around. It was relatively gloomy, but her eyes adjusted quickly. She scanned the crew, almost all guys, nigh afflicted but she saw a few brilliantly eyes looking back at her. The skinny one in the red shirt was carrying, she noted as they walked slowly to the bar.

She saw Tony sitting towards the right wing position of the way at a tabular array with two other men. They continued to walk slowly, Beatrice scanning the bunch as she moved with Frankie by her side.

I looked at the silver screen and saw Beatrice walk into the bar where I was attacked. My breath caught in my chest and I looked at Mandy. Mandy was watching the projection screen closely as was Joe.

"Oh no, this is not good."I said.

"It's ok honey."Mandy said and squeezed my hand.

"Joe, she will be ok, right ?"Mandy said, her voice hopeful.

"Yes, so far, so good. The kid in the red shirt is carrying and she picked it up right away. about of these guys are booze. There are a few that could be bother, but she is picking them out."Joe said, his eyes never leaving the screen.

I looked back at the screen and all I saw was Frankie and Beatrice walking up to the bar. She slipped up on a bar ordure as did Frankie next to her. nigh of her leg was exposed as she sat, I noticed muckle of guy turn and look and I felt the fear grow.

Beatrice sat on the bar stool and turned to Frankie.

"I will ask you to stick here as I go and talk to Tony. There is a great scattergun behind the bar, I need you to make certain he doesn't get to use it."She said softly, leaning towards Frankie.

Frankie nodded and looked at the bartender and caught his eye. He started over, he was balding but looked very powerful. This could be fun. The bartender stopped in front and looked at Frankie.

"What'll it be ?"He said, ignoring the immature blonde.

"2 shaper's Marks on the Rock, please."Beatrice said.

The bartender turned to wait at the cute youth blonde who just walked in with a Brobdingnagian disastrous man. Such a pity, he thought.

"fountainhead, the little lady knows her bourbon."The bartender said and reached for two highball glasses.

He dropped three ice cubes in each glass and poured the brown liquidness halfway up each. He skid the drinks to the blonde and her blackamoor man.

"Thank you, sir."The blonde said, and he thought she looked a piddling different than the regular clipping that hung out around here.

Beatrice watched the slimy bartender walk away and turned again to Frankie.

"I am going to babble to Tony now. You join me after you deal with him."Beatrice whispered in his ear as she stood next to him.

"Yes, Miss Beatrice, be careful."Frankie said and looked int her eyes.

"Always Frankie."She said and walked away.

The men in the bar were mesmerized by the hot young blonde that was walking slowly through them. Her mammilla were incredible, pushing the black slinky dress out in the front. The ass was nice too but those legs, the black stockings peeked out occasionally as the slit opened, adding to the software system. Her fateful cad screamed"fucking me"as she made her way through the crowd.

Beatrice felt the center and heard the crude comments. She noticed the scraggy kid in the red shirt slide closer to Tony's tabular array. She noticed no one else that was dangerous. Most of them were drunk. She walked up to Tony's table.

I was terrified as I watched Beatrice walk through the gang alone. The men were magnanimous and scary and I actually recognized a few of them from the night I was gang-raped in that very room. I squeezed Amanda's hand and I felt her hug me tighter. Beatrice approached Tony's table. I noticed there was a consortium table very near, the Lapp pool board I just watched myself get fucked on for about 30 transactions and then a cue stick shoved in my ass. She walked up to the table and I saw Tony look up at her.

"Beatrice, it is so nice to see you and you look lovely."Tony said and stood up.

Tony reached out and took her low deal in his. He shook it gently and then led her to a chair which he pulled out with his other mitt. Beatrice sat, crossing her farseeing wooden leg slowly. She felt Tony's eyes locked on her leg. She looked up at him and smiled. Tony sat down and started to insert the two men at the table.

"Beatrice, this is Joe, he is my honcho and my right-hand man."Tony said.

Beatrice smiled at the man as she noticed the extrusion under his shirt, shoulder holster, left berm, right-handed. The man smiled back at her, but all Beatrice could see was the animate being that punched Cassie repeatedly while he gave her to his totally crew all night long. She felt the power surge within her, her muscles and mind feeding off the anger.

"Beatrice, this is jemmy. He works in our front office."Tony said and motioned to the other man at the table.

Beatrice looked at this man and saw gentleness. He was large as most of the guys in here, but he was not a problem for her at all. In fact, she figured he wouldn't even get out of his chair. She smiled at him and then looked back to Tony.

"So, Beatrice, what brings you in here looking so scrumptious tonight ?"Tony said.

Beatrice saw it in his eyes, the lust, she could almost see inside his head. He was thinking of bending her over the table and drilling her from behind. She saw him swallow and knew she was right, she could almost pick up his cock solidification. This was getting well-to-do and comfortable. She placed her glass on the table.

"fountainhead, Tony, I have a friend who is in a little bit of difficulty and I was hoping you would be able-bodied to pour forth some light on her situation."Beatrice said sweetly.

"Certainly love, I would be glad to help oneself. Who is your friend ?"Tony said.

"She is a local senior high school student. Her name is Cassie."Beatrice said, looking Tony heterosexual person in the eyes.

Beatrice saw Tony flinch and she watched his brass turn slightly, the pleasantness all but gone.

"Yes, she has done a little work for me lately. What is going on ?"Tony said.

"Yes, I am aware she was at your Yuletide party, but I was really interested in what happened at the Bachelor company and then a couple of nights ago right here in this bar."She said, looking him right in the eyes.

"Beatrice, I have to admit those two case got a lilliputian out of hand, but she was fine when I last saw her."Tony said.

"Yes, when she left here she was delicately and dandy."The man with the articulatio humeri holster said with a chuckle.

Beatrice turned to him and she saw him commit the broken cue reefer on the board, rolling it slowly under his rectify hand. She saw the broken end and saw the prototype of Cassie lying on the consortium mesa with that claim spliff embedded in her immature body.

"Really ? So I saw her just recently and she did not calculate hunky-dory and dandy."Beatrice said to the man and then turned to Tony.

"I really don't know what could induce happened to her honey, is she alright ?"Tony said, adding concern in his voice.

Beatrice looked at him, he was dependable. The fauna was looking right at her and lying through his dentition, all the while with a grin on his nerve. She took a deep breath and focused the energy.

"fountainhead, I am wondering if possibly she could have gotten abused over there on that table by a few of these guys and actually with that exact stick."Beatrice said.

"Beatrice, are you accusing my bunch of a law-breaking ?"Tony said, his bureau rising.

"Yeah, be careful little girl. You are a tasty picayune thing and I would detest for anything to find to you."The man said, lifting the break in stick.

"Yes, Tony, I guess I am. Do you deny that she was hurt here ?"Beatrice said calmly.

Tony looked her straight in the eyes and smiled.

"Yes, I am denying that she was hurt here."He said, and she heard the man with the stick chuckle.

Beatrice took a deep breathing space. She glanced at the man, he smiled a wicked grin. She looked at Tony and he was poised to stand.

"Ok then, no Sir Thomas More talking."Beatrice said.

As the last word left her oral fissure her left hand shot out and buried itself into Tony's throat. She felt the windpipe jam beneath her digit and the crackers gargle speech sound as he crumbled. The early man started to digest as Beatrice ripped the joystick from his hand and buried it into his right shoulder. The descent splattered over the tabular array and her. He screamed and grabbed the spliff. She grabbed her chicken feed and turned quickly, firing the glass towards the bunch. The skinny kid in the red shirt saw it about a second before it struck him in the forehead, a sickening compaction and then he fell to the floor.

Beatrice grabbed Tony by the hair and pulled him to his human knee. She was behind him and whispered in his ear.

"Tony, you have gone too far. The miss was a tike and you hurt her terrible."She whispered.

Tony struggled but could not speak, fighting to get air into his lungs.

"But Tony, do you fuck the substantial reason I am here ?"She said to him.

Tony looked up at her, shaking his nous no. Beatrice smiled and put her hands on the side of his heading, almost looking like a caress. She looked at the bunch that was gathering. She spoke slowly but loudly enough for all to hear.

"There is only one Rose."She said and twisted her hands.

The crew gasped as Tony's head spun around, the greaves of neck ivory echoing through the bar. She released him, and he fell face first on the concrete level. Beatrice stepped around the body and looked at the crowd. She opened her limb, the blood spattered on her arms, font, and chest.

"Anybody ?"She said.

"Fucking beef, I will drink down you."A expectant, bearded man lunged forward at her.

He threw a huge right fist at her and she dropped slightly, grabbing his right on wrist with her left paw, and twisting. She drove her rightfield fist into his elbow from below and it bent the wrong way. The man screamed and fell to the primer. She stood over him and buried her right cad deep into his genital organ. He gurgled and collapsed into a small ball.

She turned as another man rushed at her, both arms out. She fell to her knee and fired her rightfulness fist into his stomach. She felt the air leave his body and he fell to his stifle. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his school principal down as she drove her right wing genu up. The phone of ivory cracking echoed through the room. The man fell backwards, his face gushing blood.

She looked at the room. No one was moving. She looked at the table and saw Frankie standing next to the man with the stick in his pectus, his great hand on the man's shoulder joint. Frankie was holding a large shotgun. She smiled and nodded.

I realized I was staring at the screen with my mouthpiece hanging open. I looked at Amanda and she was doing the Lapp. I looked at Mr. Joe and he was leaning back in his death chair with a big smile on his side. She heard him whisper.

"That a girl."The man in the wheelchair said under his breath.

I looked back at the sieve and saw Frankie holding the front man of the man's shirt with his depart hand while his right hired hand repeatedly struck the man in the expression. I noticed his left eye was getting pummeled and his face was starting to contuse. Beatrice was talking to a man in a uniform. I noticed there were a lot of men in uniforms, why had I not noticed them before ? The crew was thinning as men were being led out in handcuffs.

"Amanda, what just happened ?"I said.

Amanda looked back at me with a big smile on her face.

"The master returned."She said softly and hugged me.

Epilogue

Haylie was staring at me like a lost puppy from across the limousine. I laughed at her.

"Relax, silly."I said and reached for her hand.

"Cassie, this is disturbed, this car, all of this. What is this ?"My friend said.

"Well, this is my Quaker Beatrice, and this is her car. That man driving is my friend Frankie and you and I are going for a makeover."I said and giggled.

Haylie looked around and Beatrice smiled at her. I noticed she relaxed, Beatrice has a way of doing that. The wonderful car traveled a few Thomas More miles and stopped. I looked out and saw the familiar shop. Frankie opened the doorway, held out his handwriting, I grabbed it and I scooted out. I hugged him again, I do that a lot now. He wrapped his big arm around me and it felt great.

Haylie got out and Beatrice led us to the door. She opened it and we all went inside. I recognized the shop, but not the girl at the battlefront desk. She smiled at us and got up immediately, scampering to the back of the stock. I heard a shrill shrieking and then saw Anatole France flying to the front. The short man stopped in front of Beatrice, his mitt wringing over his pectus, looking terrified.

"Hello, Frances."Beatrice said sweetly.

"hi, Miss Beatrice. How may I be of overhaul ?"Frances said, his representative cracking.

Beatrice reached out and took his workforce in hers. She looked at him and he relaxed.

"France, you will be fine. I trust you and I think we understand each former, powerful ?"Beatrice said.

"Thank you, Miss Beatrice, yes, I understand completely. We will run the workshop exactly as you wish."France said.

"Excellent, now you remember flame tree, right ?"Beatrice said, turning as she nodded at me.

"Oh absolutely, how could one blank out such a prefect creature."Frances said and squealed.

Beatrice laughed.

"This is her friend Haylie, they are here for the works."Beatrice said.

Frances moved quickly to Haylie, grabbing her long brown hair and running his fingers through it. She looked nervous but I smiled at her and she relaxed a little.

"My word, Miss Cassie, you have acquaintance that are as lovely as you. She is precious."Frances said as he ran his delicate digit across her cheek.

"Ok, Frances, they are yours for the good afternoon. I will be back to get them at 6:00, we have a dinner qualification at 6:30 and the theatre afterwards."Beatrice said and I saw Haylie gasp.

I giggled as Anatole France took my hand and drug Haylie and I to the back.

"Yes, missy Beatrice, they will be ready."He said over his shoulder.

I looked back and saw Beatrice and Frankie standing there, smiling. I felt my pith warm as Frances pulled us through the doors.

My sundress hit the base about a minute of arc later, my pantie close behind. France squealed again as he looked at me.

"beau ideal, you are a goddess, sugared Cassie."He said as one of his girls wrapped a sleek gown around me.

I heard Haylie pant and I looked as she was trying to cover her little boobs as her panties fell around her ankle joint. French Republic took her handwriting and looked at her, her boobs minuscule but firm, her pussy covered in a thin coat of dark hair.

"Sweetheart, do not ever be ashamed of this body, you are incredible and absolutely gorgeous."Frances said as he lifted her hands.

Haylie relaxed, and a robe ended up around her as well. Frances turned and screamed.

"Ladies, chopper, chop, we have work to do. We have three hours and these girls are getting the works."He said, and four ladies appeared out of nowhere.

Haylie looked at me with a nervous grin. I smiled back at her.

"You're gon na love this."I said .