Beatrice walked slowly across the massive house. She turned down a lobby and then entered a humble bedroom. She looked around and noticed her don had changed zilch. She saw her childhood played out on her paries. wellspring, a little of her childhood, the parting where her Mom was here, and she was happy, the rest of her curt spirit was wretchedness and training. She knelt and then sat in the midsection of the floor, her legs crossed and her weapon system resting on her knees. She took a deep breath and started to focus on the choler, the trauma, the sadness. She felt the power start to simmer again deep within her young body.

Frankie drove down the street and checked out the name and address. This was the street, he wondered what he would find at her house. He was so hoping he would not find this vernal young woman in a dumpster somewhere. He noticed the bit getting close and then he saw the house. He pulled into the empty private road and stopped on the face of the house in front of the garage. He climbed out and noticed there was a pack of cards of some sorting in the back. He opened the wooden gate and stepped into the yard. He saw a pool and a deck that attached to the sign. It was covered and very Nice. He also noticed a sliding room access on the deck of cards leading into the house.

Frankie walked across the deck and tried to open the doorway. It was locked. He looked down and then pulled out a small composition of metallic element from his scoop. The ignition lock clicked, and he slid the door open. He walked into the kitchen and looked around. The living way was connected, and he stepped forward. His nerve skipped when he saw the organic structure. It was modest and thrust halfway under the lounge. He moved closer, praying he would see drive. The girl was modest but her smooth torso was covered in fateful writing. Christian Bible that were rough-cut and names. He also noticed bruises and slash across the spinal column of her leg. He reached tentatively under the couch and felt for her neck opening. His finger's breadth found the side of her pharynx and he was relieved to feel a pulse rate. It was strong and steady. Well, she was a hooligan little thing.

He lifted the couch and pulled her out gently. Her shoulders were badly bruised, and he noticed the slope of her face was intumescent and bruised. He rolled her onto her binding 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 multitude that were beaten and bruised. This, however, was so untimely it broke his heart. This was a child and her soundbox looked ruined. Her aspect was a mess hall. Her left eye was swollen shut and her right was not much better but looked like it could maybe spread. Her bosom were red and bruised and she had fool across her venter. He felt the anger growing in him and he reached out to move a lock of her hair's-breadth off of her face.

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

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

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

He saw her eye look at him and then a small-scale grin appeared across her swell grimace. She took a deep breath and closed her eye. He grabbed his phone 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 support room and noticed a mantle strewn across the back of the couch. He grabbed it and wrapped it carefully around her. Her body was limp, and her implements of war hung down as he lifted her and carried her to the car. He placed her gently in the rearwards seat. He slid into the device driver's seat and grabbed the direction bicycle, trying not to relegate it in his herculean deal. He wanted, no, he needed to find who did this. He drove slowly back to the massive house.

Frankie walked through the orotund door into the front room. The young lady was still limp, her left arm hanging loosely. He saw Beatrice walking briskly towards him. She stopped and looked at the young girl's brass. She touched the bruised left impertinence and ran her soft fingerbreadth across the conceited case. The little girl flinched and moved back slightly. She noticed the small missy open her right eye and looking at at her in reverence. Beatrice noticed recognition in her eye and the miss smiled as big as she could. Beatrice lifted the girl's arm, placing it across her lowly torso. She grabbed the girlfriend's soft hand, noticing it was one of the few dead body parts that was not damaged.

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

"Thank you."She heard the small-scale susurration and the eye closed.

"Frankie, take her to the written report. 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, misfire 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 sofa. Her Father-God looked up as she entered.

"Daddy, I am going to shower and get dressed. I will call for to watch over all of it when I return."She said.

"Yes, sweetheart, I will have 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 St. John the Apostle and convey him up to travel rapidly ?"Beatrice asked as she turned.

"Yes, already done, he will give birth his guys fix, and he said you would make as much 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 long blonde hair. She grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her body, tucking it in near her full breasts. She looked in the mirror and took a deep hint. Was she ready ? Mr. J said she needed to a greater extent time, but she had to add up back. She would have to be ready. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Joe looked up and caught his breath in his throat as he saw her walk in. She was stunning. Her hair was long and curled around her soft berm. The dress was incredible, fateful and silky. The top was a thick V, her segmentation gorgeous but not over the top. The dress landed right above her knees but the slit on the right made its way well up her long leg. He noticed the black stockings and the heels. Yes, she was stunning. He thought she looked a lot like her mother and he smiled.

Beatrice sat in the chairperson near the desk, crossing her longsighted branch. She smoothed the dress and pulled it to report the top of her stocking. The attire was perfective, it would do its job. Men like Tony are so childlike when it comes to this part. She smiled and looked at her Dad.

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

"Yes, sweetheart, we have footage of the Christmas political party, the unmarried man company, and the incident at the bar."He said as he typed.

"Christmas political party ?"She asked.

"Yes, he had a Yule party at his house and Mandy reported that Tony did something to the female parent. She was not sure, and we don't have surveillance in the bedrooms. We were not certain of the Mom's involvement, we think there is a foresighted history between her and Tony."He said, and the screen came to life.

"Is that why he chose sweet acacia ?"Beatrice asked as she watched Mandy serving drinking at the Christmastime company and Acacia farnesiana drinking some form of garden pink drink.

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

Beatrice watched the conniption extend as Tony worked the room and then sing to Cassie's family and then introduce her to a group of men. There was nothing sinister here as far as she could tell.

"Daddy, do we experience if anything happened during the Yuletide party ?"Beatrice asked.

"well, we do not have footage, but we do know that the orotund black man talking to Tony there is Nate Bertrand. He owns a range of hotels and was in negotiation with Tony for a large 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 flame tree stayed at Tony's overnight as we saw her there early in the morning. We saw quite a bit early in the morning as we do get surveillance in the kitchen."Joe said and hit a few keys.

Beatrice saw the kitchen and then saw Cassie walk into the kitchen with the large black man. She was wearing a scant red silky robe. Tony was sitting at the board. She saw Tony orbit behind Cassie and slide his script under her robe. Cassie got them all java and then went back in the kitchen and made breakfast. Beatrice saw Tony hug Acacia farnesiana and then slap her butt. This did not look the same as what she saw earlier. Then she saw sweet acacia stand and Tony slide her robe off her body. Her physical structure was incredible, smooth, firm and not showing any sign of abuse.

Beatrice then saw Cassie kneel between Bertrand's ramification and swallow one of the swelled Shirley Temple Black hammer she had ever seen. She saw him unload into her mouth and then Tony laid her on the mesa. Both men proceeded to brood her small eubstance with kiss and hands and Beatrice watched Cassie orgasm on the kitchen table. She then saw both men fuck the blonde 16 yr old hard on the table. Cassie looked like she slept for a little and then Tony led her upstairs.

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

"Yes, baby, that is all we have from the Christmas 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 thing I noticed was that I was in a beautiful way. The bulwark were exquisite, and the furniture looked like it belonged in a museum. The side by side thing I noticed is that my body was incredibly sore. I looked around and saw a man in a white coat standing across the room working on something. I tried to talk but my throat was so sore all that came out was a strange sound.

"Well, facial expression who's wake up ?"The man in the white coat said and walked over to me.

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

"It's ok, your left eye and cheek are bandaged. They will be o.k. in time but for now you are a pirate."He said and smiled.

I tried to express joy but my stomach hurt so very much I coughed instead.

"babe, I am so sad. 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 nursing home of Joe Winthrop."He said.

"Tony ?"I said softly and looked around.

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

I took a abstruse breath and looked at him.

"You will be very sore for a couple of twenty-four hours, but you will be very well. You have no split up clappers and you will bring around completely."He said, squeezing my hand.

I just looked at him.

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

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

"Thank you."I said softly.

"Not a job, stunner. You need to catch one's breath now."He said and put my hired man on the blanket over my chest.

I thought I remembered something and then I saw her face looking down at me. Her blond hair hanging across her passably face, her eyes worried but inviolable. 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 small reverence, 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 white coat. 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 palpate myself getting solid with the wrath and fear.

He shook his brain slowly and helped me off the bed. My mere feet hit the indulgent floor and then I tried to support. My stage were wobbly and felt imperfect. I started to cry and sat back down. I looked up at the man as the tears ran down my cheeks.

"Help me."I said softly.

His center looked glazed, but he wrapped his arm around me and lifted me to my feet.

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

I felt my legs start to slack up and hold on wobbling. I took a inscrutable breathing spell and stood up straight. My abdomen ached terribly as did my shoulder joint. I took a small step and felt ok. He walked with me as we made our way out of the way and down the hall. I was walking good and now just holding his arm for keep.

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

I saw a vast sitting room and then a magnanimous oak room access. He led me to the doorway and pulled it open. I heard what sounded like a movie and then my heart felt glad. Beatrice was sitting in a chair and she was beautiful. She looked like a blonde goddess dressed in black. She looked at me and smiled. She stood up slowly and walked over to me. She took my hands and looked me in the optic, well, the one I could open.

"ravisher, 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 fille, you are something else. I am assuming you are talking about Tony and his work party. I am well aware 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 arms out to me. I looked back at Beatrice and she motioned to the couch. I turned and stepped into Mandy's arms. Her embrace was tender and felt like a blanket around my sore body.

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

"Yes, baby, you can sit here with me."Mandy said and sat down, pulling me onto the lounge next to her.

She put her arm around me and I snuggled up next to her, feeling good for the showtime time in a long while. Beatrice sat back down and then I looked up at the sieve. 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 next to me and he hit me across the venter with a pool cue. I must have been out of it as I didn't react. I felt myself flinch a short 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 order 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 legs. I heard a loudly pass and then a man appeared on the screen with a broken cue stick.

The man behind me laughed and grabbed the broken pin. It was the thick end and it was splintered at the faulting, the spell looked to be a duo of metrical foot longsighted. I watched through my one eye as the man took the cue stick 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 stick embedded deep in my butt.

The screen door went dour and I heard Beatrice adopt a trench breathing time. We all watched her stand slowly and smooth out her pretty dress. She looked like an angel to me, her blonde fuzz cascading over her articulatio humeri 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. Please let Uncle John 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 deal care of the situation."Mandy said.

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

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

"She will be fine truelove. Beatrice is a lot to a greater extent than you have seen."Mandy said.

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

Beatrice looked over at Frankie, he was driving the speed limit, but his sleeve were rippling, and his neck looked red.

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

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

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

Frankie turned his foreland to her and Beatrice saw his eyes were glassy.

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

Beatrice touched Frankie's massive forearm and he felt a diminished surge of warmth flow through his arm and to his pectus. He took a deep breathing spell. He looked over at Beatrice and her bright blue oculus sparkled in her pretty brass. He felt himself calming down.

"Thank you, fille B."Frankie said.

"You are welcome Frankie. You will give birth your moment, although Tony is mine. The foreman at the bar will require some care, I am trusted you will be able to lay down yourself finger better."Beatrice said, her mitt still on his forearm.

"Thank you again, Miss Beatrice."Frankie said.

Frankie pulled the car over to the check in front of the bar, noticing immediately the two large Black person men standing on either incline of the door to the bar. He walked around the car and opened the room access. Beatrice turned and placed her substructure on the dry land, her dress first step slightly. She felt the eyes of the large bouncer fixate on her thigh 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 crowded bar. Beatrice stood out like a limelight among the typical bar sponsor and the bunch parted to let the couple move through. She felt oculus on her as she walked confidently through the gang. They approached the unimportant black threshold at the back of the bar. There was another large man standing in strawman of the door. He looked at Frankie and then down at Beatrice.

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

The man disappeared through the doorway. Beatrice turned and looked out at the bar. It was a distinctive gang, a few middling lady friend but a lot of sad-looking guys and most 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 large man held it give for them. They walked through into a gravid room. She recognized it immediately as she looked around. It was relatively drear, but her eyes adjusted quickly. She scanned the crowd, almost all guys, most afflicted but she saw a few burnished oculus looking back at her. The scrawny one in the red shirt was carrying, she noted as they walked slowly to the bar.

She saw Tony sitting towards the right side of the room at a table with two other men. They continued to walk slowly, Beatrice scanning the crowd as she moved with Frankie by her side.

I looked at the screen and saw Beatrice manner of walking into the bar where I was attacked. My breathing spell caught in my chest of drawers and I looked at Mandy. Mandy was watching the 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 ripe. The kid in the red shirt is carrying and she picked it up right away. Most of these cat are salute. There are a few that could be trouble, but she is picking them out."Joe said, his eyes never leaving the screen.

I looked back at the sieve and all I saw was Frankie and Beatrice walking up to the bar. She slipped up on a bar crapper as did Frankie side by side to her. most of her leg was exposed as she sat, I noticed plenty of guys turn and look and I felt the concern grow.

Beatrice sat on the bar can and turned to Frankie.

"I will need you to delay here as I go and talk to Tony. There is a large scattergun behind the bar, I need you to form trusted 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 mighty. This could be fun. The mixologist stopped in front and looked at Frankie.

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

"2 Almighty's Marks on the rocks, please."Beatrice said.

The bartender turned to look at the cute young blonde who just walked in with a Brobdingnagian bleak man. Such a shame, he thought.

"well, the little Lady knows her bourbon."The barkeeper said and reached for two highball glasses.

He dropped three ice cubes in each glass and poured the John Brown liquid halfway up each. He skid the beverage to the blonde and her black man.

"Thank you, sir."The blond said, and he thought she looked a little different than the regular trimming that hung out around here.

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

"I am going to talk 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 tits were incredible, pushing the blackened slinky dress out in the social movement. The ass was nice too but those legs, the mordant stockings peeked out occasionally as the slit opened, adding to the software program. Her black blackguard screamed"shag me"as she made her way through the crowd.

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

I was terrified as I watched Beatrice walk through the crowd 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 elbow room. I squeezed Amanda's paw and I felt her hug me mingy. Beatrice approached Tony's table. I noticed there was a pool table very near, the like pool board I just watched myself get fucked on for about 30 minutes and then a cue marijuana cigarette 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 small helping hand in his. He shook it gently and then led her to a professorship which he pulled out with his early deal. Beatrice sat, crossing her foresighted legs slowly. She felt Tony's eyes locked on her wooden leg. She looked up at him and smiled. Tony sat down and started to introduce the two men at the table.

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

Beatrice smiled at the man as she noticed the bulge under his shirt, shoulder joint holster, left articulatio humeri, right-handed. The man smiled back at her, but all Beatrice could see was the animal that punched Cassie repeatedly while he gave her to his wholly work party all night long. She felt the big businessman surge within her, her muscles and take care feeding off the anger.

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

Beatrice looked at this man and saw softness. He was expectant 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 word. He was thinking of bending her over the table and drilling her from tush. She saw him bury and knew she was right, she could almost learn his cock set. This was getting well-off and easygoing. She placed her glass on the table.

"well, Tony, I have a friend who is in a lilliputian bit of trouble and I was hoping you would be able to moult some light on her situation."Beatrice said sweetly.

"Certainly dearest, I would be glad to help. Who is your supporter ?"Tony said.

"She is a local high shoal bookman. Her figure is Cassie."Beatrice said, looking Tony straight in the eyes.

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

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

"Yes, I am aware she was at your Christmas political party, but I was really interested in what happened at the unmarried man company and then a yoke of dark ago right here in this bar."She said, looking him right in the eyes.

"Beatrice, I have to let in those two events got a little out of paw, but she was o.k. when I lastly saw her."Tony said.

"Yes, when she left here she was fine and dandy."The man with the berm holster said with a chuckle.

Beatrice turned to him and she saw him send the broken cue stick on the tabular array, rolling it slowly under his right hand. She saw the broken end and saw the image of sweet wattle lying on the pool tabular array with that precise stick embedded in her Whitney Young body.

"Really ? So I saw her just recently and she did not look alright and dandy."Beatrice said to the man and then turned to Tony.

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

Beatrice looked at him, he was soundly. The animal was looking right at her and lying through his teeth, all the piece with a smile on his look. She took a deep breathing place and focused the energy.

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

"Beatrice, are you accusing my gang of a crime ?"Tony said, his chest rising.

"Yeah, be careful little fille. You are a tasty little affair and I would detest for anything to happen to you."The man said, lifting the broken stick.

"Yes, Tony, I guess I am. Do you refuse 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 joint chuckle.

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

"Ok then, no more talking."Beatrice said.

As the last Logos left her mouth her left hand shot out and buried itself into Tony's throat. She felt the windpipe calf love beneath her fingers and the snap mouthwash sound as he crumbled. The other man started to tolerate as Beatrice ripped the stick from his script and buried it into his right shoulder joint. The blood splattered over the table and her. He screamed and grabbed the joint. She grabbed her chicken feed and turned quickly, firing the glass towards the crowd. The close kid in the red shirt saw it about a second base 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 genu. She was behind him and whispered in his ear.

"Tony, you have gone too far. The lady friend was a baby and you hurt her terrible."She whispered.

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

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

Tony looked up at her, shaking his promontory no. Beatrice smiled and put her hands on the slope of his head, almost looking like a caress. She looked at the crowd 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 crowd gasped as Tony's head spun around, the crackling of neck clappers echoing through the bar. She released him, and he fell face first on the concrete floor. Beatrice stepped around the body and looked at the crowd. She opened her arms, the rake spattered on her sleeve, face, and chest.

"Anybody ?"She said.

"fuck bitch, I will kill you."A large, bearded man lunged forward at her.

He threw a huge mightily clenched fist at her and she dropped slightly, grabbing his right wrist joint with her left hired man, and twisting. She drove her right fist into his cubitus from below and it bent the untimely way. The man screamed and fell to the undercoat. She stood over him and buried her right hand cad deep into his genitals. He gurgled and collapsed into a small ball.

She turned as another man rushed at her, both munition out. She fell to her knee and fired her right fist into his venter. She felt the air leave his body and he fell to his genu. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his question down as she drove her right knee joint up. The strait of bone fracture echoed through the room. The man fell backwards, his typeface gushing blood.

She looked at the elbow room. No one was moving. She looked at the table and saw Frankie standing next to the man with the stick in his chest of drawers, his large paw on the man's shoulder. Frankie was holding a large shotgun. She smiled and nodded.

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

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

I looked back at the screen and saw Frankie holding the front of the man's shirt with his left paw while his aright hand repeatedly struck the man in the face. I noticed his left eye was getting pummeled and his face was starting to bruise. 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 crowd 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 crazy, this car, all of this. What is this ?"My Friend said.

"Well, this is my friend 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 More international nautical mile and stopped. I looked out and saw the familiar spirit shop. Frankie opened the door, held out his hand, 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 front man desk. She smiled at us and got up immediately, scampering to the back of the store. I heard a shrill scream and then saw Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault flying to the front. The fiddling man stopped in front of Beatrice, his hands wringing over his breast, looking terrified.

"Hello, Frances."Beatrice said sweetly.

"Hello, young woman Beatrice. How may I be of divine service ?"Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault said, his vocalism cracking.

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

"Frances, you will be ticket. I trust you and I think we understand each early, the right way ?"Beatrice said.

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

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

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

Beatrice laughed.

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

Anatole France moved quickly to Haylie, grabbing her long brown hair's-breadth and running his fingerbreadth through it. She looked nervous but I smiled at her and she relaxed a little.

"My word, girl sweet acacia, you have friends that are as lovely as you. She is precious."France said as he ran his soft fingers across her cheek.

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

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

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

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

My sundress hit the floor about a minute later, my panties close behind. Frances squealed again as he looked at me.

"beau ideal, you are a goddess, sweet-flavored Cassie."He said as one of his girls wrapped a silky robe around me.

I heard Haylie gasp and I looked as she was trying to cover her short boobs as her step-in fell around her ankle joint. Frances took her hands and looked at her, her boobs pocket-size but firm, her pussy covered in a thinly covering of colored hair.

"Sweetheart, do not ever be ashamed of this organic structure, you are incredible and absolutely gorgeous."French Republic said as he lifted her hands.

Haylie relaxed, and a gown ended up around her as well. Anatole France turned and screamed.

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

Haylie looked at me with a anxious smile. I smiled back at her.

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