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Cassie's Journey Part 2
   Cassie drifted in and out of conciousness.  Her arms and legs were numb,
her belly hollow.  She had run out of saliva long ago, and her swollen,
sore tongue seemed to be too large for her mouth.  She'd licked the damp
floor earlier, not caring at the taste, desperate to moisten her tongue,
but it hadn't helped.  Her eyes were gummed shut and her skin itched from
her captor's piss.  She was too weak to move, let alone call out.  She had
no tears left to cry, no energy even for dry sobs.
   So, this is how it ends, she thought.  She looked back at her life and
saw nothing but wasted opportunities.  She'd not had a career, never fallen
in love, never even had sex.  She corrected herself.  She'd never willingly
had sex.  And when she'd finally been free of her father's shadow, and when
she'd finally got some money, she'd had all those unforfilled dreams
snatched away from her.  It was all going to end in this dark room,
somewhere in Europe and no one would care.  No one would even know.
   She didn't know how long she'd been left alone, but she was sure that
the men had left her here to die.  Why couldn't they have given her more of
a chance?  She knew she was ugly and stupid, but she tried, honestly she
did.  If only she'd been clever, or pretty.  Her father might have loved
her then, she might have even got a man or a good job.  Instead, she'd been
hobbled right from the start.  Why had she ever been born?
   Cassie lay still and waited to die.
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   She had been dreaming that a her old headmaster had come to rescue her,
had gathered her up in strong arms and took her to a parents evening.  She
woke with a start at a sharp pain on the back of her hand.  Though still
groggy, she tried to shake her arm, but a strong hand held her by the
wrist. There was a tube sticking out of her hand.  She must have been
found, she must be in hospital.  Relieved, she allowed sleep to reclaim
her.
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   When she woke again, she was in the dark, lying on a cold floor, her
hands secured behind her back.  Her heart sank.  But slowly it dawned on
her that her legs were free, nor was she so desperately thirsty.  This
confused her, but a tiny inner voice of hope agreed that it meant that
maybe she would live after all.
   She paced the cell over and over.  She debated whether to try to jump
them, to try to escape, but her last experience of them had frightened her
too much.  They would beat her to death, she was sure, and she wanted to
live.  She would do whatever they wanted, she resolved.  She realised that
this probably meant having sex with them, but she would try to be brave. 
If she pleased them they would let her live, perhaps take her out of here
and maybe even let her go.  She might even get an opportunity to escape
further down the line.
   When her captors finally returned, she was sitting quietly against the
far wall, blinking uncomfortably with the sudden light, though inwardly she
was quaking with fear.
   They were both short, stocky men, dark of hair, but her eyes were unused
to the light and she could make out little more.
   The first man gagged loudly.
   "This place stinks.  The fucking dirty bitch has shat herself!"
   She'd finally relieved herself in a corner, when she'd been too
desperate to hold on any more.
   The second man grunted, "What do you expect from the stupid slut?  We'd
better give her a bath."
   Cassie held her breath as the first man strode to her.  Withought
stopping, he kicked her viciously in the stomach.  She doubled over,
gagging and heaving, and the second man tipped a bucket of ice cold water
over her.  As she fought for breath, spluttering in shock, she was grabbed
by the hair, dragged to the corner she had fouled and pushed face first
into her own shit.
   "Eat it!" the first man screamed in rage, kicking her in the buttocks,
so that her forehead scraped painfully along the rough floor and shit went
into her mouth.  Cassie's empty stomch rebelled and she vomited stomach
acid, inhaling it and choking in panic.  She flopped over onto her side,
convulsing, her vision clouded and her lungs bursting.  The man slapped her
hard on her back until she was able to breathe again, then he stood over
her arms crossed as she lay exhausted.
   "Don't you like your dinner, you useless cunt?" He shook his head slowly
and tutted.
   "I'm sorry," Cassie whined, finally finding her voice.
   "Sorry is not good enough," he declared.  "Clean up your mess."
   He prodded her side with his boot.
   "Come on."
   Cassie slowly struggled back to her knees and eyed the shit smear.  She
guessed most of it was on her face.
   "I'm waiting", the man tapped her behind with his toe.
   Cassie swallowed hard, trying to calm herself as her eyes threatened to
fill with tears, but when the man raised his fist, she bent over stiffly
and began to lick at it.  She sobbed freely in humiliation and disgust, but
managed to hold her stomach in check this time.  The man rubbed her back
and called her a "good girl" in soft tones.  When she'd finished, he
cleaned her face with a wet cloth, and hugged her to him.
   "See?  That wasn't so bad was it?", he said, stroking her cheek as she
sobbed into his chest.
   The other man appeared with some dry bread and cheese which he tore up
and fed to her in small pieces, as she lay in the first man's arms,
bewildered at the change in them.
   When she'd finished the last morsel she snuggled up, but the man pushed
her away.
   "What do you say?" he asked in an ominous voice.
   "Thank you," Cassie stuttered, cursing herself for not having done so.
   "Thank you, Sir, you stupid girl."
   "Oh.  Thank you, Sir.  Thank you for the food.  And for being so nice to
me," she added.
   The man held her close once again, and she relaxed into his arms, though
the position was awkward as her hands were still tied.  Stiffening, she
looked up in surprise as she felt a hand between her legs.  The man smiled
down at her.
   "Relax, my little slut.  You've been a good girl.  I'm not going to hurt
you."
   She bit her lip as his gently probing fingers found the nub of her clit
and pinched it lightly between thumb and forefinger.
   "Come on, girl," he chided, as he massaged her clit.  "This is your
reward, relax into it."
   She whimpered in reply as his touch sent sensations up her spine that
were almost too strong to bear.  Unconciously, she began to grind against
his hand.
   "That's a good girl", the man murmured, his fingers working with a
steady rhythm.  "Just let your juices flow."
   He played with her cunt for a few minutes, as she squirmed under his
hand, beginning to enjoy the attention.
   "Tell me you love me, slut," he whispered.
   "I love you," Cassie quickly complied.
   With a snort, the man suddenly pushed her away.
   "I don't believe you, you lying bitch." His voice was full of malice.
   He kicked her in the crotch so hard that she saw stars.
   "You're a fucking liar."
   Cassie wailed, "I'm sorry, I so sorry."
   But he strode to the door and slammed it behind him.
   The other man moved from where he had watched, leaning against the wall.
He shook his head at her and clicked his tongue.
   "Behaviour like that, and you'll never get out of here," he admonished.
   He too left, leaving Cassie snivelling in the dark.
   
  
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