THE AWAKENING . . .

 

 

 

 

I'm so groggy . . . where am I? . . . It's so bright in here . . . Wait! Why can't I move my arms??? Struggling more to move my arms I quickly realize they're handcuffed behind me.

 

Wow! What did you do now Cassie? Arrested again I bet . . . no problem because my Father will send bail money like every other time. Then I can get back to my Favorite Fun Game of making all the Boys Horny . . .

 

Slowly opening my eyes I see the wooden plank floor I'm laying on. The Jail doesn't have a wooden plank floor . . . where the Fuck am I?!?!

 

Trying to sit upright so I can get off this Dirty Floor as sharp pains catches me in my ankles while moving my legs around, "OUCH! WTF?" Looking down I see I also have a second set of metal cuffs locked onto my ankles.

 

Worse yet, "Hey! Where are my Jimmy Choo Viola Suede Heels? My Father paid over $1,000 for those!" Those Pigs better not of lost my Heels or I'll have their Jobs!!!

 

Handcuffed and Leg cuffed Cassie, Wow! Really wish I remember what I did . . . I bet it was Epic and Everyone Loved It!

 

Being unable to get up I roll onto my stomach and then look the other direction. First glance I start to focus on a Black Leather chair and a cheap pair of some skanky Department Store Heels.

 

My eyes are squinting badly as I try to fully make out who's there as the bright sun in the windows behind her is entering the room. As it all comes into better focus I now know for sure I'm not at the Cop Shop.

 

Those cheap heels belong to some half naked Bitch who's calmly clipping a garter to one of her thigh high nylons. Her half naked ass is press against the arm of the chair most likely ruining the leather.

 

She's acting like I'm not even here! Who the fuck does this Bitch think she is? Does she not know who I am??? "Hey Bitch! Fucking Let Me Go Right Now!"

 

Ok, she's getting up and coming over to let me go . . . I can hear something rattling she just picked up off the counter . . . must be the keys to unlock me. She reaches down to unlock me as I feel something clicking between my already cuffed wrists.

 

Then the chain between my ankles gets roughly pulled towards my wrists. "OUCH! Hey! Fucking Let Me Go!" Just then I hear the second click of what must be a lock as my legs are now stuck in a bent position.

 

That Bitch calmly walks back to sit again on the arm of the chair. I notice she has some type of black leather strappy body harness thing that just makes her tiny boobs look even tinier and causes all her fat to just push out between each strap.

 

"Shank! Don't you know who I am??? My Father will destroy you! Let me go now or ELSE!!!" I watch as she walks back to the table and then back to me . . . "Ok, this is better now that we understand Each other.

 

Now unlock me and I'll make sure you don't get Dyke Fucked too much in Prison with all the other Lesbians."

 

The Bitch bends down to unlock me as she crams a pair of soiled panties into my mouth. Then before I have a chance to spit them out they're firmly wrapped into place with one of those self-sticking ace bandages.

 

I try hard to scream at her but nothing comes out. The Bitch finally speaks, "Oh, Cassie, poor poor Helpless Spoiled Little Cassie . . . Yes, as every minute that goes by I'm understanding you more and more. Honestly, I have no idea how they put up with your Bullshit for 4 years when I'm already at my limit just listening to all your whining for just 4 minutes."

 

I start to flail around on the floor and scream into my panty filled ace bandage covered mouth. Trying my hardest to get out a solid "Fuck You Bitch" which only ended up sounding like "MMMMFFPHHHPFFMM!!!"

 

The Bitch once again very calmly comes towards me and says "Wow! What a Baby you are Cassie! I have some important things to take care of. How about I come back in a few hours once you're done with your Spoiled Little Brat Tantrum?"

 

She then leaves the room as I can hear what sounded like a very heavy metal door, like you'd see in an old warehouse, slamming closed. "Fuck!"

 

I struggle some more but all it's doing is making my wrists and ankles hurt even more. Daddy will save me . . . he always does. Resting my head on the hard wood floor I eventually doze off . . .