Cassie is a typical homebody. She loves to cook, she works full time taking customer service calls from her home office, and she loves to take evening jogs to keep fit. She's never had much luck with love, mostly because all the men in her town were too extroverted for her taste, so she keeps to herself and takes care of her cats. Being from the Midwest she has more modest ideals of her looks, but she likes to keep as fit as possible because obesity runs in her family. She has fair skin and a shapely figure; C cup breasts, a moderately slim waist, and she has to do little jumps to put on her favorite jeans on the rare occasions she does go out.
Sometimes she admires herself in the mirror after she puts on her running outfit; tight biker shorts, sports bra, and cute white low tops that extenuate her leg muscles. Cassie put food out for her cats, tied her hair up, shut off all the lights, and locked the door as she left for her run. She lives just outside the city but theres a nice bike trail that follows the highway, and it conveniently loops back around making it almost a mile long. She enjoys the quiet hum of the of the traffic, she doesn't wear earbuds so she can be aware if her surroundings as she runs. As Cassie is running along the path shes taken a million times she cant help but notice a black sedan slow down to follow her, she keeps her eyes forward and just hopes they pass her by.
"Maybe theyre looking at their phones GPS," she thought to herself, picking up the pace a bit.
The black car speeds up and passes her, causing Cassie to breathe a sigh of relief, but then it pulls to the side of the road where the bike trail and road are almost side by side. Cassie immediately slows her pace drastically, but the driver and passenger both get out and sprint at her. In complete shock Cassie tries to turn around but ends up tripping over her own feet making her hit the concrete hard, but her adrenaline was pumping to hard for her to feel anything, and before she can get up she feels four big hands grab her. One man grabs her hands and forces them behind her back, and another man covers her mouth and presses on her back pinning her to the cold ground. Cassie tries to scream to no success and soon feels something slipping around her wrists, then she feels the sharp pain of zipties tightly constricting her wrists together.
"Dont struggle whore!" she hears a man demand, "Youre gonna come with us nice and easy, unless you want it to go another way!"
She felt the sharp point of a blade pressed against her side, and in that moment her body went numb.
"This cant be happening!" she screamed internally, "Ive done everything im supposed to, why is this happening to me!"
Cassie went against every nerve in her body and relaxed, she was at the mercy of her attackers.
"Good girl," one man said in a creepy low voice "Now get up, walk to the car, and lay in the back seat."
Cassie did as they said, but before she got into the backseat one man stuffed some fabric in her mouth and tied it behind her head.
"This is it," she thought, "Im not gonna see my cats, or anyone ever again."
As they drove away she noticed there were two men, it was too dark to determine features but they both looked big, they reeked of cheap whiskey and laughed while they turned up the heavy metal music they were listening to. They drove for what felt like forever, until they turned onto a bumpy dirt road and drove until they parked in a driveway. Both men get out of the car, but only one opened the door at her feet and dragged Cassie halfway out of the car and lifted her like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. She could smell the whiskey stronger now, and the nauseating scent of cigarette smoke on his clothes.
The man gives her a sharp smack on her ass, causing Cassie to squeal into her gag, and laughs as he walks her into some building she couldn't see. Inside was dimly lit by a few lanterns and candles, but what she could make out was large cases of McCormick whiskey stacked on top of each other in a corner. The man slammed her down onto a raggedy mattress in one hard motion, making her groan from the impact, and in that moment she could see how small the place was. There was the one corner with the whiskey cases stacked up in front of her, the mattress took up a fair bit of space, and shelving opposite of her with knives and empty liquor bottles strewn about. She looked at the door and saw 3 locks, and she knew getting out of here was not going to be easy.
Cassie could see the men a lot better now. One had a big black beard, a beer belly, and his arms made it clear she couldn't take him in a fight. The other was clean shaven with a bald head, tattoos she couldn't make out, and a more muscular build.
"Now heres whats gonna happen princess," the bearded man said in a gruff voice, "Youre going to do whatever we say, and youll be able to limp home."
The bald man looked her up and down, and she could feel his gaze going up and down her figure as she laid there helpless.
"Mmmmmph, Mmmmph," was all they could hear as Cassie was begging them to let her go, which caused them to laugh boisterously.
"Whats that," the bald man asked, lowering himself down to her face "You said you wanna make us feel good?"
