Cassandra's Story - No Choices

You wake up in the morning and look down at your body. You see the frame of a mid-twenties woman.

You slide out of bed and take a look at yourself in the mirror. You are white, in your mid-twenties, with large breasts and a tight waist. You have brown, shoulder-length hair and a beautiful face with a pretty smile. 

You consider what to wear today and you put on a conservative dress, the kind that won't get you into any trouble.  You snap on a bra and pull on your panties, and then pull a conservative dress over your head. It goes down to about your knees and is a light blue colour. You gently brush your hair, apply a little makeup, and then are ready to go out and meet the day.

You walk downstairs, grab a banana from the fridge for the road, and then head out.  You jump in your car, an old beat up Corolla. You pull out of your driveway and head over to your job at the mall downtown. You work at Sears. It is not a very interesting job, and it does not pay very well. You drive into the underground parking lot, park your car, and walk over to the elevators out of the parking lot. 

When you hit the up button, two elevators come at the same time, their doors opening to you.  There is an elevator with two white business-looking men in their mid-thirties and another with a teenage girl who looks kind of goth. 

You step into the elevator with the teenage girl. She has long, black hair and a nose ring. She has on dark makeup and gives you a fierce look as you get in beside her. You look over at her and give her a strong smile. She does not smile back. 

"Hi there. How's it going today?" you ask her.

She looks at you. "Are you really fucking talking to me?" she asks. 

"Ummm, yeah, I'm really fucking talking to you," you respond to her. 

She laughs and then turns towards you. She gets up in your face, pushing her chest up against yours. "I don't like it when prissy fucking bitches talk to me. Understand? And when prissy bitches try to talk to me I tend to get fucking violent, alright?"

You turn calmly back to the front of the elevator and then hit the emergency stop button. She looks back over at you. As she's looking, you grab her by the back of the hair and smash her face into the elevator door. She turns and tries to grab at you, but you smash her forehead into the door again and she drops to the floor. She turns onto her back to try and fight you, but you are on her chest in an instant, holding her by the throat.

You slap her in the face with your free hand. There is blood dripping from her forehead and pouring out all over the elevator. 

"I'm going to take you into security and everyone is going to believe you assaulted me, you stupid fucking whore. Or, you can do something for me."

She looks up at you and nods. It's amazing how such tough bitches suddenly become obedient once you've pummeled them a bit and have something to hold over them.  "I haven't gotten off in a few days now, and so you're going to eat my fucking pussy, slut."

She looks up at you. She begins, "I'm not a fucking les." You slap her in the face before she can continue. 

"I'm pretty sure you don't want to get arrested for assaulting a prissy bitch." She nods at you. You keep one hand on your throat and then slide up over her face. You hike your dress up around your waist and then slide your panties to the side. 

You press your now moist pussy towards her lips, and she begins licking like an obedient little bitch. "Mmmmm, that's a good little fucking slut," you say to her. She continues to tongue you. She's not very good at it, but you grind your pussy against her face anyways, covering her lips with your juices.

You turn your body around, leaving your pussy over her face, and then go for the belt of her pants. You unbuckle her pants and slide her jeans down and off as you continue to grind your pussy into her face. She is not wearing any panties, which does not surprise you in the least.

You bury your face in her pussy, your tongue immediately going for her clit. She is already wet, so she must be enjoying it. You lick and suck on her clit, flicking your tongue back and forth and making her moan. She cries, "Oh fuck, that's amazing," as you eat her pussy.

You continue to lick and suck at her clit as you grind your pussy into her face. She moans and grabs your legs, her tongue moving more insistently against your pussy. "Fuuuuuuuuuck," she moans as you continue to lick her. You know that she won't last much longer, so you thrust two fingers into her pussy and curl them back, finding her g-spot. She moans and begins to shake violently.

"Fuck... God... fuck... the Devil... UGH!" she screams as she begins to orgasm. Once her orgasm has subsided you stand. She didn't get you off, but it was enjoyable nonetheless. You straight out your dress and throw your wet panties into your handbag. 

She looks up at you, pulls up her pants, and stands up, staring at you. You release the elevator and you arrive at your floor.

The doors open to two security guards standing there with obvious hardons in their pants. "You know there are cameras in the elevators, right?" the first one says to you.

You hit the first security guard in the face, knocking him over. The other security guard looks stunned and just stands there in the moment as you make a run for it. You hear the goth girl running behind you. At least she knows what is good for her. The second security guard is pretty fat, and you manage to get ahead of him pretty quickly, but you hear him yelling into his radio.

You run into a sports store. There are two tall, lanky teenagers standing there chatting with each other wearing their ridiculous striped uniform. The store of course is filled with sports supplies, including bats, hockey sticks, equipment, roller blades, and anything else one would want for sports. 

You see a door to the supply room at the back.

You run over to the two guys. "Can you hide us in the back? Please!"

They both look at you. A prim and proper mid-twenties woman and a young teenage goth girl, both red faced and obviously running from someone. 

Their answer is not surprising. "Fuck yeah!" they both say in unison. You follow the two of them into the back room and they lock the door behind them. 

You smile at the two teenagers and ask them, "So, what would you like as a reward for saving us?" 

They look at each other. "Ummm... uhhh... I don't... I don't know," the first one says to you. You shrug your shoulders. Fucking teenagers have no idea when they have come into a good thing. You smile at them and then turn to the girl. 

"Alright, bitch," you say to her, "how about we give them a little show?"

She smiles back at you, and you kiss her lips. Your hand slides up under her shirt, and then you pull it up over her chest, exposing her breasts. You begin to lick and suck at her breasts, taking her nipples into your mouth and licking them until they are hard. 

You look over and see that the two teens have their cocks out.

You push the girl down onto her back and lick her neck. "By the way, my name is Cassandra," she whispers in your ear. You smile up at her. "No problem. I think I'm happy calling you bitch though." She grins back at you. 

You slide her pants down to her ankles and expose her pussy again. You bury your face back in her hole, which is still wet from your earlier attention. You begin licking and sucking at her, making her moan and grab your hair. The two guys are jerking feverishly beside you.

The first of them gets ambitious and tries to grab your ass.

You feel his hand on your ass and you snap, your hand balling into a fist and hitting him in the crotch. Your fist strikes exposed cock and he drops to the floor in pain. The other guy starts trying to shove his cock into his pants, but you stand and strike him in the side of the head with your fist. He staggers a bit, and then you kick him in the balls and he drops to his knees with a thud. 

Behind you Cassandra, or Bitch, is kicking the other guy while he's on the ground holding his balls. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

You and Cassandra make a run for it out the back door as the guys are laying on the floor. You burst out their back exit and into the back alley behind the mall. You look over at Cassandra and she smiles at you, blood still running down her face from when you smashed her into the elevator door. 

You take Cassandra by the hand and drag her out into the street. She smiles at you and holds your hand tightly. It looks like you have really made a friend, or a bitch, or something. 

You walk down the busy streets, trying to clear your head and consider what to do next. Public sex. Assaulting a security guard. Assaulting the other two guys. And some of it on video. Doesn't sound like you are looking too good.

You ask Cassandra, "Bitch, are you a minor?"

She looks at you, "Yeah, 15." You weren't a good judge of age either. Statutory rape. 

"Alright, bitch, we have to go check into a motel." She nods, and you walk the five or six blocks it takes to get to a motel just south of the mall. It's not the best place in the world, but at least people won't know you are there. You pay with cash for one night, and then head up to your room on the seventh floor. 

You open the door and walk in, then flop down on the bed, feeling exhausted. Cassandra slides up beside you and gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek. 

You kiss her back passionately, meeting her lips with your own. You can taste your pussy juices on her lips, and it drives you wild. You slide your hand around her waist and pull her close to you, letting your lips travel all across her face and her neck. You slide her shirt up and over her head and then slowly trail kisses down her entire body to her stomach. Once again, you unzip her pants and pull them off and to the ground. She's entirely naked now, and she looks down at you and moans as you begin licking the inside of her thighs. 

You let your tongue flit from one thigh to the other, kissing the warm white flesh, before finally descending on her pussy lips. You lick and suck on her wet pussy lips, making her moan. "Ooooh, baby, that's so goddamn good," she tells you. You smile and slide one finger into her pussy then begin to thrust in and out as you lick her.

You intensify your thrusting in and out of her pussy, and then move your tongue up to her clit. You begin to trace the alphabet on her clit, knowing that she won't last to the end. You feel her legs clench around your head around the letter "M" and she lets out a short scream and then begins shaking on the bed. You let your tongue trail back and forth along the inside of her thighs until her shaking stops. 

You pick her up and push her into the bathroom. You slide your dress up and over your head and then take your bra off. You push Cassandra into the shower, and she giggles. You turn on the hot water and it sprays the both of you. It feels like heaven, and you let the water wash over you. You grab the soap and begin scrubbing at Sandra's face. She tries to shield her face from your hands but you playfully slap her hand aside and she stops. 

You wash the dried blood from her forehead and then all of the makeup away. When you can finally see her face properly she is absolutely stunning. 

"Cassa- bitch. You are fucking beautiful," you say to her. She smiles and kisses your lips gently.

"Okay, babe." You tried to say bitch but couldn't help it. "We need to find a way out of this mess. Any ideas?"

She looks up at you. "Ummm, no, not really. I mean, you're the older one. What should we do?"

You look down at her, "Honestly, I'm not really sure. The way I see it we have three main options.  We can flee the jurisdiction, own up to it and try to get mercy from the justice system, or hide out here until things have blown over."

"What we really need to do is get the fuck out of here," you say to her. "I don't want to be charged with assault, and I'm sure you don't want to go to juvi or anything."

"No, I want to stay with you!" she cries, and wraps her arms around you. 

"Alright, alright," you say. "Then we really have to find a way out of this mess. Our best option is to just head east and into Alberta."

The two of you get dressed. "Alright, we're going to head for the bus station."

Cassandra agrees and the two of you walk out into the street. It's a pretty long walk to the bus station from here (about half an hour), but you don't have a ton of cash left on you. 

You head off walking towards the bus station, holding Cassandra's hand as you go. You cannot believe that just going to work left you fleeing the Province on a bus with a beautiful, underaged teenager. 

As you walk through one of the tougher parts of town on the way to the bus station a couple of men begin following you. 

"Hey, babies. How much for a piece of that ass there?" one of them yells at you. Fucking animals. 

The two of them look to be in their mid-twenties, but they are both drunk. Early in the morning to be drunk.  "$400 for an hour with the two of us, baby." You need money if you are going to go on the run.

They look at each other and smile. "We have the cash for that, babies. Have anywhere to take us?"

As a matter of fact you do. "Follow us," you say to them. "We have a motel room all ready to go."

Cassandra looks at you with fear in her eyes and begins to speak. "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" you tell her. She remains silent as you walk into the motel and get in the elevator. 

As you enter the elevator the first guy begins grabbing your breasts, groping you through your dress. 

You hit the stop button. "Ooooh, baby, wanna get a bit of action before we get to the room, do you?" you coo to him. He grins and moves to kiss you. Your knee drives up and hits him in the balls. You grab him by the back of the head and smash your knee into his nose. He falls to the ground, blood pouring from his face as he grasps at his broken nose. 

The second guy takes a swing at you, hitting you in the face and knocking your head into the wall. He goes for a second shot but Cassandra has jumped on his back. He begins struggling to get her off, but you smash him in the stomach with your fist. He doubles over, Cassandra continuing to pound on the back of his head. Cassandra slides off his back and you grab his face and smash it into the metal railing of the elevator.

You kick the first guy in the side of the head. "Their money!" you shout to Cassandra. She quickly drops down and the two of you go through their wallets for their cash. They are loaded. At least two grand in cash and a few baggies of cocaine. They were also carrying knives.

"Just take the money, baby," you tell Cassandra. "What about the knives?" she says. "We don't need weapons. We just need to get the fuck out of here," you say to her. You let the elevator continue and get out at your floor. You grab the knives and throw them down the hallway, and then hit the Lobby button. The two men look up at you groggily. "You stupid fucking bitches. We're going to get you for this!" 

You hit him in the face and then get out at the Lobby. The doors close behind you.

"Forget this fucking bus shit, babe. Let's just book it for the airport," you say to Cassandra. She nods to you, and you head out the front door and hail a cab. As you are waiting for a cab you see a security guard walk out of the motel behind you. 

He looks at you. "Do you know that we have security videos for the elevators?"

Oh fuck.

"We were just wondering if the two of you would like to press charges against the men that assaulted you in the elevator," he says. 

You smile at Cassandra. "Umm, no, I think we're fine. Looks like they got what they deserved." He smiles back at you, "Yeah, we see guys trying to take advantage of women all the time. It's just normally they get away with it," he says with a laugh. 

"Are you at least willing to give a statement though? The cops are on their way and we found drugs on the guys."

"Sorry man. We're in a hurry," you say to the guy. He smiles and opens the cab door for you. "That's fine. Can't say I blame you," he says with a smile.

You get in the cab and look at each other. Cassandra shrieks with glee and wraps her arms around you. 

You look over at the cabbie. "To the airport, my man," you say to him. He nods and pulls out and heads south. 

You call your best friend, Denise. "Hey, baby, it's me," you say over the phone.

"Hey hey," she responds.

"Umm, I'm going to be heading out of town for a while. Do you want me to meet me at the airport in the next couple of hours so that you can say goodbye?"

She sounds shocked. "Umm, I have a big day tomorrow. But, yeah, I guess I can," she says. 

Fantastic. 

"Alright darling, see you there in a few minutes."

You hold Cassandra's hand through the ride to the airport. 

You arrive and head for the ticket booth.

"Babe, we are heading to New York," you say to Cassandra as you purchase the tickets. The next direct flight is about 6:00pm, which gives you seven hours before you have to get on the plane. 

You need to go somewhere to wait for Denise.

You head over and take a seat in the airport bar. The two of you sit down and you order yourself a mojito. The waitress looks at Cassandra and doesn't even bother to ask if she wants anything. You point at the shiner growing on your eye, "And some ice for this as well please too, babe," you say to her. She nods and walks off.

You turn back to Cassandra. "So, you must be super excited to be going to New York." 

She looks at you, "Yeah, this is amazing. I mean, I don't know what I'm going to say to my parents."

You look at her. "Fucking nothing. You won't say anything to your parents. Do you want to get us in trouble?"

She looks at you, "No... I mean, I guess not." 

"Of course not!"

You put your hands on hers and hold her hand as you drink your mojito. She smiles at you, and she can barely take her eyes off you.

You see Denise coming from around the corner, her blonde hair bobbing.  "Stay here for a bit, babe. I gotta go talk to someone."

You leave your purse on the table and head over to speak to Denise. You give her a big hug. 

"Hey, darling, how's it going?" you ask her.

She looks at you, concerned. "What the fuck is going on, babe?"

"Look, I'm in a bit of trouble, but I'm just going to head across the border for a while and it will be fine," you say to her. 

She looks at you. "You know that I can probably help you take care of this. We have a big job tomorrow, but after that I can definitely help you."

You smile at her. "It's no problem, baby. I'm all good."

"Alright Denise. I really have to go now. It was awesome of you to come out and see me off," you say to her. 

She smiles at you. "Alright, enjoy the rest of your Saturday, babe. I won't be available on my phone tomorrow, but I will text you a new number on Monday." 

The two of you embrace, and then she walks away. 

You sit back down with Cassandra and smile at her. She looks nervous. "It's alright babe," you say to her. "Everything is going to be fine."

The two of you sit in the bar and chat and drink and hold each other's hands until there are a couple of hours before the flight. You give Cassandra a soft kiss on the lips and hold her hand tightly. "Alright, baby, it's time for us to head off and start our new lives." 

The two of you walk over to the check-in counter for the flight and present your tickets. "Passports please," the lady says to you. You have your passport in your bag. You look over at Cassandra. "I don't even have a passport," she whispers to you. 

Shit. "My sister didn't bring her passport," you say to the lady. "Well, then she can't board the plane," she responds. 

Shit.

You tell Cassandra to show the woman her ID. She hands over her school ID. The woman looks at it and laughs. "Look, I don't know where you're from, but school ID does not equal a passport." She looks at the ID a bit closer and types a few numbers into her computer. 

"Look," she says, "If you just wait here maybe we can find a way for you to go through."

You wait there at the counter, holding Cassandra's hand, as the checkout woman types numbers into her computer and looks up at you nervously from time to time. 

From behind you feel a hand on your back. "Stop right the fuck there and don't move," the man tells you. You turn to see a security guard from the airport. "Thought you could abduct this girl, did you? The cops received a call from her parents four hours ago telling them someone was trying to abduct their little girl. No one thought they would be stupid enough to present ID though."

You look over at Cassandra. "I just wanted to phone them to tell them I wouldn't be back," she says to you with a tear in her eye.

You go for his gun, pulling it from his holster before he can react. You point it at his face, your hand shaking. "You're not going to fucking take her away from me, asshole!" you shout at him. 

He puts his hands up. "Don't make this worth for yourself, lady. There are cops already on the way. You're in a fucking airport. There is no way you can escape." 

"Oh yeah you fucking loudmouth? You're going to fucking come with us now, asshole."

You turn him around and put the gun at his neck. Another security guard arrives and points his weapon at you. "Step the fuck back, bitch, and put down your weapon!" he shouts. 

"No! You fucking drop your weapon, asshole!" you yell at him. He looks at you, his face grim. "I'm not going to fucking do it, bitch!" You can see his finger on the trigger.

You open fire on the second guard, hitting him square in the chest and knocking him over. The first guard goes for your gun, but you manage to squeeze a shot off into the side of his head, and he drops to the floor in a shower of blood and brain matter. You look over at Cassandra and she is screaming. Your ears are ringing from the discharge so close to your face. 

You run over to the second guard and grab his gun from his hand and some magazines. You hit him in the vest and he is just laying there, dazed. You're all in now. You point the gun at his skull and pull the trigger. 

You grab Cassandra and hand her the second gun. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?" she shrieks. "Use it, bitch!" you yell at her.

You take her by the hand and rush for the front door. A security guard comes through the door rushing at you with his gun drawn. You point and pull the trigger, the first round missing and hitting an old Asian man in the leg. He falls to the floor screaming. The guard fires, but he misses you. Cassandra begins shooting wildly, bullets flying every which way in the airport, hitting people randomly.

Your second round matches to catch the security guard in the arm and he falls to the floor. You look at Cassandra. "Learn to fucking shoot!" you shriek at her. You run by the security guard and grab his weapon and give him a good stomp to the forehead before getting out into the sunlight. 

You rush toward a van with a father and a mother standing outside and two kids inside, Cassandra in tow behind you. The father of the family is terrified and pushes his two young children into the van. "Get the fuck out of my way, motherfucker!" you shout. He rushes at you. 

"Don't come near my kids!"

You pull the trigger, hitting him in the chest and knocking him to the floor. He looks up at you, wheezing, blood pouring from the wound. You hit his wife in the face with your pistol and then close the door on the children.

"Get in the fucking passenger seat!" you yell to Cassandra. She complies. You jump in the driver seat. You look behind you at the terrified children.

You hit the gas, heading for the commercial airstrip which is at the other end of the airport. You pull out back onto the main road out of the airport and hit the gas. Cop cars are streaming towards the airport with their sirens on, but none of them have any idea that you are in the van. You look over at Cassandra. She is shaking, with tears pouring down her face. 

"Don't worry, babe. I got this shit," you tell her.

You manage to make it to the commercial airstrip without seeing any other cops.

You see a few planes sitting outside of the hangers with their stairs down. You go for what looks to be a private jet. You pull the van up right beside the jet. You look at the kids behind you.

"Get out of the fucking van!" you shriek at the kids. Cassandra looks at you in amazement. You all get out of the car. "Get up the fucking stairs!" you tell them. It is a boy and a girl, and they are only eight or nine years old. 

The two of them rush up the stairs, and you follow them to the top. You see the co-pilot emerging from the cockpit. "What the-" 

You hit him in the face with your pistol and he falls to the ground. "It's my fucking plane now, assholes!" you shout. 

You step into the cockpit with the pilot and sit down beside him. You point the gun at him. "Time to fucking fly, asshole," you say to him.

"But... what the hell is going on? We're not ready yet?"

"If you don't fly this fucking plane out of here, I'm going to kill one of those kids," you say to him calmly. He looks back at the two children, who are standing there, tears pouring down their eyes beside Cassandra. 

"Alright, alright," he responds. He turns on the radio. "Tower, this is AC1792 requesting clearance for immediate takeoff."

"AC1792 this is Tower. All planes are grounded right now for security reasons." 

"Roger out."

He looks at you. "Now what?"

"Fly anyway, asshole!"  He looks at the children and then turns back. "Tower, this is AC," he begins. You hit him in the face. "Don't fucking tell them!" you shriek.

"If I don't tell them we could run into a landing plane," he says to you. 

"I don't fucking care," you say to him. He looks back at the kids. 

"This is Tower. AC1792 we did not read your last message." Nothing. "AC1792?" 

They continue trying to call you. He hits the throttle and begins driving forward onto the runway. You can hear sirens behind you. Someone must have figured out what is going on. 

You look out the left window and see cop cars streaming down the runway towards you.

There is no way you are going to escape now. Even if you get in the air the authorities will find some way to track you and shoot you down. You tell the pilot to stop and grab the young boy by the hand and rush down the stairs. Cassandra follows, holding the girl's hand. 

You are crying as you look at Cassandra, and she is crying as well. The cops pour out of their vehicles and train their weapons on you.

You call out to them, "I will surrender if you let Cassandra go!"

Cassandra looks at you. "No! I love you," she says to you, tears streaming down her face. 

"Both of you just put down your guns," the men say to you. 

Cassandra looks at you and shakes her head. "No, they can't do this," she says. 

You look at the men. "Promise me she'll be safe if I put down my weapon."

"Just put it down, she'll be fine," they respond.

You begin to put your weapon down slowly, letting go of the boy as you do. 

The men motion to Cassandra to put down her weapon as well. "Please Cassandra, baby, just put down your weapon," you say to her. She looks at you, tears running down her face. "But I fucking love you!" 

You walk over to the cops and drop to your knees in front of them. Immediately one of them walks forward and kicks you in the face. Suddenly three other cops are around you, kicking and beating on you while the others keep their weapons trained on Cassandra.

"Nooooooo!" she screams. She begins shooting, her rounds flying wildly. The cops' shots do not. You turn back to see her hit with round after round, blood pouring from her t-shirt as she flies back to hit the ground. 

You scream and try to grab at the weapons of the cops around you. You see a barrel in front of your face and you try to grab at it. Then. Nothing.

The End