Introduction

 

Cassandra Hopkins was the definition of an entitled young lady; she was a white American heiress that exuded an aura that she was better than everyone else. She was of Irish and Swedish descent, giving her an unusually alluring light auburn mane of hair, which she kept long enough to cover her shoulder blades. She was tall, five-foot-ten inches in her bare feet, and well over six when she donned the high heels she always wore in public. Cassandra also sported a very feminine form with ample breasts and a nearly perfect heart-shaped rump.

By the time she was in her early twenties, Cassandra found that she had a reputation as a privileged trust fund baby. It was unacceptable to her, even though it was true. In order to change the public's perception of her, she embarked upon creating a women's rights charity. At first, she focused on certain American values, supporting many liberal ideals that she knew would irk her conservative father. But she had him wrapped around her little finger, and though he complained to her, he did nothing to restrict her. Not even limiting the large amounts of his money she used to finance her cause.

But as her charitable foundation grew, the once naïve heiress began to learn how badly women were treated around the world. This prompted to expand her organization to address other countries that were violating women's rights. Though she had little to do with it, the people who came on board helped expose, and in some cases eliminate, some of the numerous ways used to exploit women. That success made Cassandra the figure head of her foundation, but she also made a fair number of enemies in the dark world that she was exposing.

It was only when Cassandra decided that her face needed to be seen on the front lines of her war against female oppression that she would find that all her power was contingent upon rules that were not honored by her adversaries. At first, her trips were only to places her advisors considered safe and secure enough, but she kept pushing to go to more hazardous locations.

On a trip to a city deemed safe enough, but right on the border of a very lawless country, Cassandra was betrayed by someone who worked for her. Her trusted assistant Sienna, brought her a message from her head of security that they needed to move to a safer location. Given this situation happened before, and they were used to it, they followed a set procedure. They donned burkas with veils to conform to this part of the world and they proceeded to walk to the back door of the hotel.

It felt a bit odd that only the head of security was waiting beside the SUV outside the door, but Cassandra and Sienna ducked into the back door he held open for them. They had no idea that their lives were about to take an unforeseen turn.

 

 

Chapter 1: Detained and Searched

 

The man who was running Cassandra's security team had been approached with an offer that would allow him to retire comfortably. He planned to move to a non-extradition South Pacific island and disappear, avoiding the scrutiny that would come once he completed his task. He knew he had to vanish if he accepted their offer, so those who approached him guaranteed safe passage once he completed his part of the bargain.

His role was simple, 'accidently' drive them into a country whose border was just a few miles from their hotel. Since Cassandra and Sienna had no knowledge of the local geography, unfamiliar with the area at all, they had no idea what was actually happening. Once they were a mile over the border two military vehicles cut them off, one in front of their vehicle, and the other right behind it.

"Don't get out ladies, let me handle this," their security chief/driver said.

As he went to open the door, Cassandra said, "What is going on here?"

"This is just a routine stop in this part of the world, just relax, I will show them our documents and we will be on our way," he replied.

Cassandra was a bit worried that men with guns were aiming them at their driver when he exited the car. He was holding up their documents and speaking a language to them that she did not understand. A man that looked like he was in charge walked up to their driver and took the papers, looking at them for a moment before putting them into a pocket on his jacket. Suddenly, the man waved his arm and two soldiers seized the driver and dragged him toward the vehicle behind them.

Panic was setting in when soldiers moved to both sides of the truck and opened the back doors. They said something neither woman understood, but the way they gestured, prompted the women to get out of the door next to them. They were then grabbed and herded over to the vehicle in front of their SUV, where they were pushed into the backseat of the military truck.

Cassandra saw a soldier get into the driver's seat of the truck they just exited, while the others returned to the vehicle where her driver was taken. All except two of them. The first was their leader, who got into the passenger seat of the truck they were in, and the other one, who got behind the wheel. As all the vehicles began to move off, Cassandra wanted to object, but honestly she was never so scared in all her life, leaving her unusually silent.

The man in the passenger seat turned to face them between the front seats, and said, "I am Colonel Brazza and we had a tip that two female spies would cross the border here and try to infiltrate our country. Is it not strange that we found you two right where they told us we would find them?"

Cassandra was scared, but still headstrong, so she replied, "We are not spying! Do you know who I am?"

The Colonel pulled the papers from his pocket, and replied, "Are you Lola Capese or Fiona Brighton?"

"Wait what? Can I see those papers?" Cassandra asked, and after he handed them to her, she said, "There must be some mistake, these aren't our passports!" Even as she said it she knew they were in deep trouble, because those false names were right alongside pictures of Sienna and her on the obviously fake passports.

The Colonel snatched them back and said, "Remove your cowls ladies, let me see how you compare to these photos."

Sienna obeyed his order immediately, but Cassandra hesitated a moment, afraid she might be recognized and fearing that would not be good. But then she reasoned that it would not go well if she refused, so she removed hers too and looked at the Colonel.

"You look like these two. Are you saying these are forged? Then tell me, who are you?" He asked pushing them into a tighter corner.

She expected they would figure it out, so she decided to come clean, and said, "I am Cassandra Hopkins and this is my assistant Sienna Rogers. I am the CEO of Women's Rights International and an American citizen."

"So why have you entered my country with false documents? You sound more like spies now that you admit your subterfuge!" the Colonel barked.

"We are not spying; this is all just a big mistake!" Cassandra snapped.

"We shall see, we will discuss this further when we reach our headquarters. Now, if you know what is good for you, say no more. We will have plenty of time to get to the bottom of this," the Colonel said before turning to watch where they were going.

Cassandra looked at Sienna and saw the fear in her eyes, so she put her index finger to her lips to indicate 'be quiet.' She was at least as scared as Sienna looked, but she reminded herself that she was wealthy and a publicly visible symbol of women's rights and no one would dare harm her. But as they drove through what looked like a bombed-out part of an old city, she had no idea they were in a different country, one that did not adhere to international laws.

When they came upon a gate that led into a high walled compound guarded by a dozen soldiers, Cassandra gripped Sienna's hand and squeezed it tightly. Once they passed through the gate the view became even less appealing. They saw the very old looking castle in the middle of the vast space, which was full of tents occupied by a large contingent of soldiers.

They pulled up to a huge arched doorway that still had the old wooden gate hanging above it. The sharply pointed bottoms of the wooden slats looked medieval, to say the least. They were escorted from the truck into the massive building, leaving both of the women feeling a sense of dread. The walls of the hallway they walked down were made of old blocks of stone with an eerie green moss covering large swaths of them. The lighting was poor, but what they could see just added to their fear and anxiety. They came to a small room, maybe ten feet square, with a single wooden chair sitting under a bright light fixture hanging above it.

"Please don't," Cassandra said, as the soldier with Sienna steered her into it.

Colonel Brazza interrupted her, when he said, "We can't let you two remain together so you can get your stories straight, so be quiet woman," as the soldier's grip on her arm tightened and he pulled her further down the hall, and away from her frightened assistant.

Cassandra was now officially petrified, barely an hour after this whole thing began. The Colonel led her maybe twenty paces further down the hall when they came upon another room, just like the first, with one exception. Apart from the chair and the light above it, there stood the biggest and scariest woman Cassandra ever saw. She was uniformed like the Colonel, and seeing her caused a knot to form in Cassandra's stomach.

Her biggest fear was confirmed, when Colonel Brazza said," This is Sergeant Rivera, she will search you for contraband. I will return to talk with you when she is done with you."

Cassandra was dumbstruck again, and remained so when the Colonel left them alone, closing and audibly bolting the heavy door from the outside. She thought she was as terrified as possible, but the way this hulking woman leered at her made it worse. She was still unable to actually believe what the Colonel just said.

It became a waking nightmare when the Sergeant said, "You will remove your clothes and hand them to me. Once I am sure there is nothing hidden in them, I will search your body."

Cassandra reflexively replied, "The Hell you will!"

"Miss, you are in no position to argue with me, you have crossed the border into my country illegally. Here you have no right for a lawyer or even a phone call, you are nothing but a suspected criminal to me."

"I am not a criminal!" Cassandra snapped, but she did not feel as assertive as she sounded.

The reply that came made Cassandra shudder, as the woman withdrew a night stick from her belt and slapped her palm with it. After a few taps on her palm and a stern stare at Cassandra, "You can do this voluntarily, or I can do it the hard way."

Cassandra knew exactly what she meant, and decided that compliance, no matter how demeaning it would be, was the prudent play. She swallowed hard, as she began removing the robe she was wearing. She cursed the fact that their phones were in their purses, which they had not seen since they were taken from the SUV. When she handed the garment to the Sergeant, Cassandra felt very exposed in the tee shirt and shorts she was wearing underneath it. As the Sergeant examined the robe, Cassandra delayed the inevitable by removing her shoes, a simple pair of sneakers she grabbed in the rush to leave the safe hotel that she was told was not.

After tossing her shoes over toward the woman, she watched her cast her robe aside and look down at the shoes on the floor in front of her. "I told you to hand me your clothes, now come here and pick them up and give them to me."

She had returned her stick to her belt to inspect the robe, but as she spoke, her hand moved back to its handle. Cassandra was not used to being ordered to do anything, and though it was hard to do, her fear kept her quiet while she did what the woman demanded. Once she handed her the shoes, Cassandra tried to back away, but the woman grabbed her shoulder to keep her from moving.

"Stay where you are and get the rest of your clothes off," the woman said sternly.

Cassandra felt small and insignificant staring into this woman's cold hard eyes. It was with great reluctance that she obeyed her order, slowly pully off her shirt and shimmying out of her shorts. Taking off her bra and panties caused something to happen that rarely did; her eyes began to form tears. She tried to cover her private parts, but it did not temper the deep humiliation she felt being naked with a strange woman inside this bleak cell.

After tossing aside all her clothes, the Sergeant said, "Stand facing the back of the chair and place your palms on the seat." As she spoke, she was steering the naked woman toward the chair, and though she wanted to resist, Cassandra was soon in the specified position.

"Stay like that or I will have to shackle you in that position," the woman said nonchalantly, in a way that left no doubt that she would do it.

She was trembling and very anxious by how exposed she suddenly felt. Her breasts were hanging from her chest and her sex was clearly on display. She knew that because she could feel the cool room air tickling her pussy, a sensation she only felt after a shower and before she donned her panties. But when she saw what the woman was doing on a small table by the door, Cassandra decided that she had to speak.

"You don't have to do this; I'm not hiding anything in my body! Please don't put those things in me, its cruel and inhuman!" Cassandra cried out, referring to the two speculums she saw the Sergeant lubricating.

"Quiet woman, again, this is going to happen. It can be quick and mildly unpleasant, or drawn out and more distressing. Your choice," the woman said, as she picked up the steel invaders and moved toward Cassandra.

As tough as she thought she was, Cassandra offered no resistance while this strange woman probed and examined both her anus and her pussy. As awful as that felt, it was made worse when Sergeant Rivera made lewd comments. She said that Cassandra had a sexy body, and at least her hair color was not another decadent western lie, complimenting how it matched her pubic hair. Cassandra was not sure what was worse, the physical distress or the verbal humiliation.

When the Sergeant finished her inspection, she playfully slapped Cassandra's rump, and said, "All clear, now take a seat."

"Can I have my clothes?" Cassandra asked, anxious to put them back on.

"No, the Colonel will give you something more appropriate to wear when he returns. Now sit down and shut up, if you know what's good for you."

Though she felt devastated, Cassandra did as she was told, still trying to protect her feminine parts, crossing her legs and her arms across her chest. That did not last long, as Rivera grabbed her wrists and twisted them behind the back of the armless chair. She quickly locked them together with heavy old iron shackles that she secured to the back of the chair. That scared her into silence again, not even able to resist this abrupt turn of events before it was already done.

Cassandra could not even bring herself to complain when Rivera shackled her ankles together in front of the chair, she was too deeply ashamed at how she was in another vulnerable and exposed position. This time though, she no longer had a way to rebel, as if she showed any inclination to resist them in the first place. She just watched Rivera collect her clothes from the floor and, along with her tools, she went to the door and banged on it three times.

"She is ready Colonel," she added, in a loud firm voice that made Cassandra shudder again.

The loud bolt slammed from the outside and the stout door opened slowly, creaking eerily on its hinges. Cassandra closed her eyes when she saw the Colonel standing there ogling her bare breasts, trying to ignore how dire this situation had become. She told herself it had to be just a bad dream and she would wake up soon and she would be back in the hotel. But then she heard them talking to each other.

"You can search the other one now, while I get better acquainted with Miss Hopkins," Colonel Brazza said, and then the door slammed closed again.

Cassandra peeked through her closed eyes and saw the Colonel standing by the door with his hands behind his back, just staring at her. After closing them again she just kept wishing she could wake up and end this nightmare.

"I have confirmed your real identity, Cassandra. But as famous as you are, I still wonder why you crossed our border secretly and under cover of darkness. That is where we will start, are you ready to tell me your plan?"

"I have no plan! My security chief, the one you took away, told us he had to move us to a safer place. That is all I know," Cassandra replied.

"I see, but you must forgive me for needing to make sure your story is true first. Guards!" Brazza said, and once two men entered the cell, he said, "Put this on her and then follow me to my office," handing one of the guards some sort of garment.