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Cassie's Journey
   Part 1
   ***
   Cassie slowly came to.  She was lying on her front, her right cheek and
naked body pressed against a rough, cold, hard surface.  She ached all
over, but her shoulders were in agony, her arms drawn high behind her.  She
sucked at her swollen dry tounge, tasting grit and the metallic tang of
blood in her mouth, and unconciously tried to lift herself up to ease the
pain in her shoulders, but her stiff arms wouldn't move.  She tried to roll
on her side, but her legs were locked together from the knees downwards. 
With a sick fear building in her stomach, she realised that she was tied
fast, immobile.  She opened her eyes, but could see nothing.
   She gradually managed to calm her ragged breathing.  Her mind still
reeling and her heart in her mouth, she tried to think back to what she
could last remember.  A long train journey: the sleeper train between Paris
and Prage.  She must have been taken in her sleep.  She must have been
kidnapped!  The realisation shook her.  She didn't even have a taxi booked
to collect her at her destination.  The trip had been a last minute detour,
so that she could catch a folk festival.  No one knew she was going, and no
one would realise that she was gone.  She had no one, now now.
   It had seemed like such a great idea to use some of her inheritance to
travel around Europe.  She had a dead end job in a grocery store.  Her
father had been the only family and the only important person in her life.
She'd never had a boyfriend.  Her school friends had all grown up, moved
away and lost touch.  There was nothing and nobody at home any more, and at
nearly thirty she wanted to be able to say that she'd done something
adventurous, that the stay-at-home daddy's girl had ventured more than
fifty miles from the little Norfolk village where she was born.
   She'd left a month after daddy's quiet funeral, shutting up the house
and giving the cat to a charity, only staying long enough to wait for her
passport to arrive.  Cassie scoured her memory.  She was a recluse at the
best of times, but had she not mentioned the trip to anyone in the village?
But as far as anyone knew, she'd just suddenly disappeared.
   After a while she'd screamed herself hoarse, her voice cracking.  No one
had come, despite her desperate pleas and demands.  In her panic she'd
managed to struggle to her knees, ignoring her protesting muscles, and now
she slumped over breathing hard.
   The insistent pressure in her bladder finally registered, but too late
to control herself.  The hot burst of urine splashed her crotch and flooded
over her legs.  She reared up in disgust, her cunt and asshole stinging
like fire.  Trying to squirm away from the cooling, foetid mess, she
succeeded only in falling hard onto her side, unable to put her arms out to
brace herself.  Her head cracked against the floor and she lay dazed and
winded.
   She didn't know how long she lay there, but her hunger rose to be almost
painful and she gradually became aware of a soft whimpering noise.  It took
a few moments before she grasped that she was making it herself.  Her
asshole was still painful from being splashed with piss, far more sensitive
than she should have been.  Cassie drew a breath.  Had she been raped, up
there?  Biting her lip, she tentatively clenched her buttocks and confirmed
that the soreness went deep inside both her cunt and asshole.  Overcome
with shame and grief, she wept great racking sobs.  She'd alway dreamt of
giving herself to her husband on their wedding night, but instead she'd
been defiled by some no doubt filthy kidnapper whilst unconscious.
   ***
   After what seemed like hours, and probably was, a line of light appeared
between floor and wall a few feet from her, accommpanied by a small breeze.
Her heart in her mouth, she made out the footsteps of at least two people,
and indistinct voices.  A lock turned and the door opened, hitting her full
across her breasts as it swung.  She howled in pain and struggled to move
away from the blinding light, but a rough hand grabbed her by her shoulder
length hair and pulled her to her knees.  Her eyes screwed shut, Cassie's
incoherent screams were cut short by a slap so hard it knocked her head to
one side and her ears rung with the shock.
   "Shut the fuck up, bitch!", her assailant roared, his breath and spittle
hot on her cheek, but a thin wail began to escape from her lips.
   He shook her by her hair and threw her down on her back, her arms pinned
agonizingly beneath her slender frame, where she lay, hyperventilating, her
eyes still shut tight.
   "Stupid cow," another man cursed.  "And here were we being kind and
bringing the worthless shit some food and water.  I say we leave her here
to starve."
   "How long do you think it would take?  I'd say she wouldn't be
discovered for weeks if we just left her here," the man went on.
   "Ner," the first man replied, "she'd die of thirst long before then.  In
only a couple of days in fact."
   The second man giggled, stepped over her and unzipped his fly.
   "We'd better let her have a drink then," he chortled, pissing onto her
face.
   Cassie opened her mouth in shock and choked on a mouthfull of the
pungent fluid, starting to dry retch.  The hot stream continued unabated,
into her nose and onto her hair.
   "Look's like she's not thirsty, Keith," the first man observed.
   "Yeah, ungrateful bitch," was the reply, and Cassie felt the splatters
move to her breasts.  Stiff as she was, she curled into a foetal ball,
retching, until the man had releived herself.
   She heard, as if from far away, the jingle of coins, as the man shook
himself before zipping up his fly.  Something nagged at her, though.  What
had they said?  Her mind was slow, her thoughts as if viscose.  They were
going to leave her here to die.
   "Do you want to have her before we go?"
   "Ner, she stinks.  And she's ugly.  I wouldn't even piss on her.  Lets
go."
   Cassie raised her head and realised that the two men were going to the
door.
   "Please," she gasped weakly.
   They stopped, their grubby boots turning towards her.
   "What, bitch?" the first man thundered.  "What did you say?"
   "Please, please don't leave me, please!" the words tumbled from her.
   The man moved so fast to her that she jumped back, but he had her by the
hair.  Ignoring her squeals of pain, he crouched down and sharply drew her
face to his.  His breath assaulted her face, smelling strongly of tobacco
and spices, and he spat a great warm gob of spittle into her eye.  He
tightened his grip on her hair as she failed ineffectually at him, mewling
pitifully, and shook her until her teeth rattled and her head spun.
   "Please, Sir" he roared, his face once again inches from hers.  "Don't
you dare, ever, again, forget your place.  You are nothing.  You are no
one. You ..  will ..  call ..  me ..  Sir!"
   "What do you say?" He pinched at a nipple.
   Gasping in pain, Cassie whimpered, "Please, Sir."
   "Please what?"
   "Please don't leave me here .." her voice trailed off.
   The man violently forced his mouth over hers, holding the back of her
head, his tounge probing her throat, choking her.  As suddenly as it had
started, the kiss was over, and Cassie was dropped to the floor.
   The man straightened himself up and dusted himself down.
   "Why should I want you?" he asked bitterly.  "You're a stupid, worthless
piece of shit."
   In silence, the men walked from the room.  The lock turned, and, as
bolts were drawn back, Cassie was plunged into darkness again.
   The men chuckled as they walked away, her heart-rending screams echoing
along the corridor behind them.
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