Poor Little Cassie - Chap 11 - The End

Beatrice walked slowly across the massive house. She turned down a hall and then entered a small bedroom. She looked around and noticed her father had changed nothing. She saw her childhood played out on her walls. Well, a little 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 middle of the floor, her legs crossed and her arms resting on her knees. She took a deep breath and started to focus on the anger, the hurt, the sadness. She felt the power start to simmer again deep within her young body.

Frankie drove down the street and checked out the addresses. This was the street, he wondered what he would find at her house. He was so hoping he would not find this young girl 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 house in front of the garage. He climbed out and noticed there was a deck of some sort in the back. He opened the wooden gate and stepped into the yard. He saw a pool and a deck that attached to the house. It was covered and very nice. He also noticed a sliding door on the deck leading into the house.

Frankie walked across the deck and tried to open the door. It was locked. He looked down and then pulled out a small piece of metal from his pocket. The lock clicked, and he slid the door open. He walked into the kitchen and looked around. The living room was connected, and he stepped forward. His heart skipped when he saw the body. It was small and shoved halfway under the couch. He moved closer, praying he would see movement. The girl was small but her smooth body was covered in black writing. Words that were coarse and names. He also noticed bruises and cuts across the backs of her legs. He reached tentatively under the couch and felt for her neck. His fingers found the side of her throat and he was relieved to feel a pulse.

It was strong and steady. Well, she was a tough little thing.

He lifted the couch and pulled her out gently. Her shoulders were badly bruised, and he noticed the side of her face was puffy and bruised. He rolled her onto her back and his breath caught in his throat. He did his job well and sometimes his job involved dealing out punishment, so he had seen many people that were beaten and bruised. This, however, was so wrong it broke his heart. This was a child and her body looked destroyed. Her face was a mess. Her left 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 marks across her stomach. He felt the anger growing in him and he reached out to move a lock of her hair off of her face.

He jumped as she flinched. He looked as her right eye opened slowly. Her lips 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 relax. You are safe now.” He said slowly.

He saw her eye look at him and then a small smile appeared across her swollen face. 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 slid his phone into his pocket.

Frankie looked around the living room and noticed a blanket strewn across the back 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 seat. He slid into the driver’s seat and grabbed the steering wheel, trying not to break it in his powerful hands. He wanted, no, he needed to find who did this. He drove slowly back to the massive house.


Frankie walked through the large door into the parlor. The girl was still limp, her left arm hanging loosely. He saw Beatrice walking briskly towards him. She stopped and looked at the young girl’s face. She touched the bruised left cheek and ran her soft fingers across the swollen face. The girl flinched and moved back slightly. She noticed the small girl open her right eye and look at her in fear. Beatrice noticed recognition in her eye and the girl smiled as big as she could. Beatrice lifted the girl’s arm, placing it across her small body. She grabbed the girl’s soft hand, noticing it was one of the few body parts 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 small whisper and the eye closed.

“Frankie, take her to the study. 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 couch. Her father looked up as she entered.

“Daddy, I am going to shower and get dressed. I will need to watch 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 John and bring him up to speed?” Beatrice asked as she turned.

“Yes, already done, he will have his guys ready, and he said you would have 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 breath. Was she ready? Mister J said she needed more time, but she had to come 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 shoulders. The dress was incredible, black and silky. The top was a deep V, her cleavage 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 chair near the desk, crossing her long legs. She smoothed the dress and pulled it to cover the top of her stocking. The dress 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.

“Daddy, can you start from the beginning?” She asked.

“Yes, sweetheart, we have footage of the Christmas party, the bachelor party, and the incident at the bar.” He said as he typed.

“Christmas party?” She asked.

“Yes, he had a Christmas party at his house and Mandy reported that Tony did something to the mother. 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 long history between her and Tony.” He said, and the screen came to life.

“Is that why he chose Cassie?” Beatrice asked as she watched Mandy serving drinks at the Christmas party and Cassie drinking some sort 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 scene unfold as Tony worked the room and then talk 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 know if anything happened during the Christmas party?” Beatrice asked.

“Well, we do not have footage, but we do know that the large black man talking to Tony there is Nate Bertrand. He owns a chain 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 Cassie 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 have 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 short red silky robe. Tony was sitting at the table. She saw Tony reach behind Cassie and slide his hand under her robe. Cassie got them all coffee and then went back in the kitchen and made breakfast. Beatrice saw Tony hug Cassie and then slap her butt. This did not look the same as what she saw earlier. Then she saw Cassie stand and Tony slide her robe off her body. Her body was incredible, smooth, firm and not showing any signs of abuse.

Beatrice then saw Cassie kneel between Bertrand’s legs and swallow one of the biggest black cocks she had ever seen. She saw him unload into her mouth and then Tony laid her on the table. Both men proceeded to cover her small body with kisses and hands and Beatrice watched Cassie orgasm on the kitchen table. She then saw both men fuck the blonde 16 year 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 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 room. The walls were exquisite, and the furniture looked like it belonged in a museum. The next 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, look who’s awake?” 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 fine in time but for now you are a pirate.” He said and smiled.

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

“Baby, I am so sorry. 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 home 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 deep breath and looked at him.

“You will be very sore for a couple of days, 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 problem, 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 face, her eyes worried but strong. 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 little fear, she was here, I needed to be with her before something else happened. I looked at the door, 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 feel myself getting stronger with the anger and fear.

He shook his head slowly and helped me off the bed. My bare feet hit the soft floor 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 tears ran down my cheeks.

“Help me.” I said softly.

His eyes looked glassy, 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 relax and stop wobbling. I took a deep breath and stood up straight. My stomach ached terribly as did my shoulders. I took a small step and felt ok. He walked with me as we made our way out of the room and down the 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 huge parlor and then a large oak door. He led me to the door and pulled it open. I heard what sounded like a movie and then my heart felt happy. 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 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 girl, you are something else. I am assuming you are talking about Tony and his crew. 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 warm 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 couch next to her.

She put her arm around me and I snuggled up next to her, feeling safe for the first time in a long while. Beatrice sat back down and then I looked up at the 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 next to me and he hit me across the stomach with a pool cue. I must have been out of it as I didn’t react. I felt myself flinch a little 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 legs. 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 break, the piece looked to be a couple of feet long. 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 went dark and I heard Beatrice take a deep breath. We all watched her stand slowly and smooth out her pretty dress. She looked like an angel to me, her blonde hair 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. 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 take 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 smile on her face.

“She will be fine sweetie. Beatrice is a lot 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 concerned father.

Beatrice looked over at Frankie, he was driving the speed limit, but his arms 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 head 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 voice cracking.

Beatrice touched Frankie’s massive forearm and he felt a small surge of warmth flow through his arm and to his chest. He took a deep breath. He looked over at Beatrice and her bright blue eyes sparkled in her pretty face. He felt himself calming down.

“Thank you, Miss B.” Frankie said.

“You are welcome Frankie. You will have your moment, although Tony is mine. The foreman at the bar will need some attention, I am sure you will be able to make yourself feel better.” Beatrice said, her hand still on his forearm.

“Thank you again, Miss Beatrice.” Frankie said.

Frankie pulled the car over to the curb in front of the bar, noticing immediately the two large black men standing on either side of the door to the bar. He walked around the car and opened the door. Beatrice turned and placed her foot on the ground, her dress opening slightly. She felt the eyes 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 walk 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 spotlight among the typical bar patrons and the crowd parted to let the couple move through. She felt eyes on her as she walked confidently through the crowd. They approached the insignificant black door at the back of the bar. There was another large man standing in front 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 kind to let him know we are here.” Beatrice said in a sweet voice.

The man disappeared through the door. Beatrice turned and looked out at the bar. It was a typical crowd, a few pretty girls 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 open for them. They walked through into a large room. She recognized it immediately as she looked around. It was relatively dark, but her eyes adjusted quickly. She scanned the crowd, almost all guys, most impaired but she saw a few bright 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 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 walk into the bar where I was attacked. My breath caught in my chest 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 good. The kid in the red shirt is carrying and she picked it up right away. Most of these guys are drunk. 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 screen and all I saw was Frankie and Beatrice walking up to the bar. She slipped up on a bar stool as did Frankie next to her. Most of her leg was exposed as she sat, I noticed plenty of guys turn and look and I felt the fear grow.

Beatrice sat on the bar stool and turned to Frankie.

“I will need you to stay here as I go and talk to Tony. There is a large shotgun behind the bar, I need you to make sure 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 young blonde.

“2 Maker’s Marks on the rocks, please.” Beatrice said.

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

“Well, 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 liquid halfway up each. He skid the drinks to the blonde and her black man.

“Thank you, sir.” The blonde said, and he thought she looked a little different than the regular trim 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 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 package. Her black heels screamed “fuck 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. Most 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 large 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 pool table very near, the same pool table I just watched myself get fucked on for about 30 minutes 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 small hand in his. He shook it gently and then led her to a chair which he pulled out with his other hand. Beatrice sat, crossing her long legs slowly. She felt Tony’s eyes locked on her legs. 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 holster, left shoulder, 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 whole crew all night long. She felt the power surge within her, her muscles and mind 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 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 hear his cock hardening. This was getting easier and easier. She placed her glass on the table.

“Well, Tony, I have a friend who is in a little bit of trouble and I was hoping you would be able to shed some light on her situation.” Beatrice said sweetly.

“Certainly honey, I would be happy to help. Who is your friend?” Tony said.

“She is a local high school student. Her name is Cassie.” Beatrice said, looking Tony straight in the eyes.

Beatrice saw Tony flinch and she watched his face 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 Christmas party, but I was really interested in what happened at the Bachelor party 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 events got a little out of hand, but she was fine when I last saw her.” Tony said.

“Yes, when she left here she was fine and dandy.” The man with the shoulder holster said with a chuckle.

Beatrice turned to him and she saw him place the broken cue stick on the table, rolling it slowly under his right hand. She saw the broken end and saw the image of Cassie lying on the pool table with that exact stick embedded in her young body.

“Really? So I saw her just recently and she did not look fine 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 concern in his voice.

Beatrice looked at him, he was good. The animal was looking right at her and lying through his teeth, all the while with a smile on his face. She took a deep breath and focused the energy.

“Well, 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 crew of a crime?” Tony said, his chest rising.

“Yeah, be careful little girl. You are a tasty little thing and I would hate for anything to happen to you.” The man said, lifting the broken 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 breath. She glanced at the man, he smiled a wicked smile. She looked at Tony and he was poised to stand.

“Ok then, no more talking.” Beatrice said.

As the last word left her mouth her left hand shot out and buried itself into Tony’s throat. She felt the windpipe crush beneath her fingers and the cracked gargle sound as he crumbled. The other man started to stand as Beatrice ripped the stick from his hand and buried it into his right shoulder. The blood splattered over the table and her. He screamed and grabbed the stick. She grabbed her glass and turned quickly, firing the glass towards the crowd. The skinny kid in the red shirt saw it about a second before it struck him in the forehead, a sickening crunch and then he fell to the floor.

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

“Tony, you have gone too far. The girl was a child and you hurt her terrible.” She whispered.

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

“But Tony, do you know the real reason I am here?” She said to him.

Tony looked up at her, shaking his head no. Beatrice smiled and put her hands on the side 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 bones 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 blood spattered on her arms, face, and chest.

“Anybody?” She said.

“Fucking bitch, I will kill you.” A large, bearded man lunged forward at her.

He threw a huge right fist at her and she dropped slightly, grabbing his right wrist with her left hand, and twisting. She drove her right fist into his elbow from below and it bent the wrong way. The man screamed and fell to the ground. She stood over him and buried her right heel deep into his crotch. 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 right fist into his stomach. She felt the air leave his body and he fell to his knees. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head down as she drove her right knee up. The sounds of bone 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 chest, his large hand 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 face. 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 hand while his right 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 miles and stopped. I looked out and saw the familiar 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 desk. She smiled at us and got up immediately, scampering to the back of the store. I heard a shrill scream and then saw Frances flying to the front. The little man stopped in front of Beatrice, his hands wringing over his chest, looking terrified.

“Hello, Frances.” Beatrice said sweetly.

“Hello, Miss Beatrice. How may I be of service?” Frances said, his voice cracking.

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

“Frances, you will be fine. I trust you and I think we understand each other, right?” Beatrice said.

“Thank you, Miss Beatrice, yes, I understand completely. We will run the shop exactly as you wish.” Frances said.

“Excellent, now you remember Cassie, right?” Beatrice said, turning as she nodded at me.

“Oh absolutely, how could one forget 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 friends that are as lovely as you. She is precious.” Frances 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 reservation at 6:30 and the theatre 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 heart 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.

“Perfection, you are a goddess, sweet 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 little boobs as her panties fell around her ankles. Frances took her hands and looked at her, her boobs small but firm, her pussy covered in a thin coating 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, chop, 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 smile. I smiled back at her.

“You’re gonna love this.” I said.

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