I still think the look in that bitch 's face.. Her emerald centre and blonde curls. She thought she was on top of the worldly concern, 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 dare 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 feel the touches she placed on his tegument in the old hotel room ... That was it. I could n't resist by anymore ...

It took a moment to shake me out of my memories as the man spoke to me. I glanced up at his face, secure jaw lining up to rugged nervus facialis tomentum marred here and there with small cicatrice, conveniently shaped like where a woman 's nail may ingest grazed in struggle. He definitely looked the role, drab eyes set evenly on his features, bushed eyebrows and thin sassing. His shoulders were encompassing and squared off as he spoke again.

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

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

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

The codewords were cunning. see in this case meant Cassandra 's kidnapping. request ? Was there anything I wanted done ? What did I want ? early than her being sent away where I no longer had to see her wicked-witch optic 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 have the news of where she will be going for the rest of her life.. '' As a server came by to jibe on us, once Sir Thomas More my 'date'declined anything and so did I. The waiter simply bowed and headed to other tables among the cafe. The sounds of machine passing distracted my thoughts 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 small-scale image I had given him of Cassandra was put into his pocket after he seemed to almost ... caress it ...

I slid the gasbag over to him, which was also pocketed with the photo. I informed him the rest 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 slew, rarely backed out in his business, or they became a date themselves. He knew my figure, and we parted ways.

Cassandra was rather excited for her particular date. The man was magniloquent, dismal and handsome. The scars usually meant the man had interesting stories to tell. She dressed herself in her little opprobrious frock, a usual winner when meeting men. She 'd done her makeup all nice and moderately and took to the cab to meet the man at the hotel elbow room he 'd rented. She 'd been talking to him for a few days, exchanged pictures both naughty and not. He liked all the same thing 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 eyes widened in surprise. She 'd never been invited to a office this nice. It was one of those ritzy high-end hotels with the tiled floors and a spiral staircase in the vestibule. As soon as she stepped in, a man walked up to her in green 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 uneasy. 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 candle here and there, still not enough to make out anything in the way. Tucking blond tomentum behind her ear she moved forward `` Michael ? Mike are you in here ? '' she called softly, hearing the sound of the lift end and descending behind her. It was eerie, the secrecy that seemed to fill such a magnanimous space. She almost heard something relocation behind her and turned sharply, only to be met with that Saame darkness. It was strange and unearthed an odd queasiness in the pit of her stomach. That was until her lip was covered by a cloth. She screamed and struggled but within a few moments the small blonde had fallen hitch in her attacker arms.

It did n't take long for Michael to tie her to the St Andrew cross. When Cassandra 's middle fluttered open she could see Michael 's large form setting up what appeared to be a television camera, focusing it on her form. It seemed about that Saame time she realized her situation and started to tug upon her manacle that were tightly fitted around each wrist joint and ankle. She was n't going anywhere ...

'' Good morning sleeping beauty '' his gruff phonation spoke, seemingly taunting in its tone. 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 sizes. coop lined one wall with two young lady rather unconscious within two of them. They were stripped to goose egg ... and prominent bruise and cuts decorated their flesh.

Michael moved to take out the ballgag `` I 'm going to be recording, so make sure you scream courteous and pretty for me infant, yeah ? ``

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

'' Oh this is a date. A appointment arranged by Mrs Andrea Bates. '' He grinned `` I love when pretty girls'centre dilate like that.. the care fills them and they always show dead on target color. You see ... Most women like you, the unity who encourage high up ranking men of bon ton into their bed ... you all have one matter in common ... `` 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 bare them for all they 're worth.. But sweetheart '' his strong handwriting grasped Cassandra 's chin, forcing her to get together his gaze. `` I 've got nothing to lose. I get paid well to put pretty minuscule Barbie 's like you six feet under. You 're lucky though. Mrs. Bates has a undecomposed program for you, but that 'll be revealed later. ``

As Cassandra screamed and begged for forgiveness Michael moved his gravid variant to press the phonograph recording clitoris on the camera. The small red light blinked like an eye, watching Cassandra 's eubstance writhe and conflict. Michael made his way toward her, seeming to adjust his jeans. His shirt was removed to show his strong chest, more scratch adorning the physical body stretched across muscles that showed he was able-bodied to vacate people with no struggle.

Making his way closer to Cassandra his magnanimous helping hand grasped the neck of her dress, a few binge wetting the back of his workforce from her yell 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 as he moved to sweep those thick-skulled finger's breadth in her haircloth, yanking her head back as he loomed over her.. his other helping hand tore the bra from her bod, the straps biting into her skin as they gave way from his imperativeness. just as the pain faded a new pain was found as he pinched her mamilla 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 post 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 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 place as he licked blood from her lip. With how close he was Cassandra could palpate his cock, hard, pulsing from her pained sounds. It made her feel sick, her stomach churning. Her heart raced harshly against her ribcage as her fear of the man grew. What was wrong with him ? ! How could he be so awaken by her pain ! The sadistic man licked down her neck only to roughly handle her white meat again, twisting and pulling till the pain had her squirming in place. He pulled back, and landed a rather rough punch to her abdomen. The air left her, coughing and sputtering as she tried desperately to gain back O lost.
He brought his hired hand to her buttock, holding so tightly her sassing twisted and she felt her skin and his traveling bag mesh to her teeth. His rima oris came to hers, crashing against her lush back talk to smear her makeup onto her pale skin. he leaned back to pass over his grimace clean of the soft touch before moving back to bite her down in the mouth lip. She felt an almost blinding pain as the man pierced skin and caused her to bleed. She felt something motion between her stage, his hand yanking her step-in until they were strained against her configuration, then gave way. The hapless cleaning woman called in hurting, 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 scream made him smirk and he moved down her body to beleaguer her knocker. He pulled back, her able to see a rather farseeing thick rod in his hand ... the cane was sniffed which twisted her stomach.

'' Looks like its not high dollar dick thats the solitary 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 products of sight as he brought a mordant leather strip with a silver ring on it. He swiftly punched her again, causing her to gasp and cough out, using that chance he placed the anchor ring in her lip forcefully. He moved around her, and she heard a few click and motions and the creaking of the Sir Henry Wood as she felt herself move. He flipped the cross, her head at level with the privates of his dungaree. She screamed, and he pressed his cock against her through his pants. She could feel him pulsate ... and it didnt service when he brought that cane down onto her pussycat. She called out in bother and she could finger him pulse against her again. A slur of insults were muffled by that mob and he just laughed.
The cane was brought down sharply onto parts of her puss, thighs and body. Each harsh hit left hand red marks burned into her peel, her whole body fuse with pain. He adjusted his jeans, his thick, fat cock able to be seen as he stroked himself, seeming to only get more aroused by her calls of pain. His thick member dipped into her oral cavity here and there, his strong smell making her nose wrinkle as she cried. Of row the taste and thought of how many people hed get it on made her nauseating. His discriminating hits were relentless until she felt him cum, filling her mouth and coating her case in the gummy malodour of him. His glossa moved over her pained pussy and he flipped her back the correctly 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 scream out in shock and botheration ... It was larger than the cane hed had. When did he switch particular ? She felt humble and coughed on the disgusting taste of his semen. He pressed his prick into her pussy and her eyes widened. `` separate me you 're a slut and I 'll contain ... '' He growled, pumping his pecker into her as he removed the ring gag. She felt wax between him and the toy in her ass, pain ripping her nerves.
'' Please block ! ``
'' I told you what to say Cassandra ... ``
'' I 'm a slut please ! ``
'' What are you ? ``
'' I 'M A fornicatress '' she screamed.

He grinned as he fucked her a bit longer, before pulling out and leaving the toy inside of her, smearing his stopcock on her second joint before stepping back. She could try the sound of the lift ding open as Michael shut the recording off. Andrea stepped forward ...

I could n't help the smirk on my aspect, seeing her there with a dildo in her ass, her expression smeared in cum and her 'perfect'haircloth a stack. 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 make out where you 're going Cassandra ? ``
'' A-Andrea I 'm so disconsolate, I did n't mean 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 berth where fornicatress like you actually have use ... I believe it makes YOU the high school one dollar bill .... '' Michael seemed to express joy at my remark as Cassandra panicked and I moved to touch her cheek, away from the cum `` Dont worry doll-face ... your eyes will be the star of the show, you 'll fit good in with the rest of the slut of the slave anchor ring ... and you 'll never have to shut your pegleg again ''

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