Not yet. They still have plans for her.

Mike grins and throws an empty plastic bottle at Cassie's feet.

"Show me how you pee like a real slut."

Cassie shakes, the bottle in her hand.

("I can't. Not in front of them. Not now.")

"Come on!" the older boy yells, kicking the floor. "Or should we help you?"

With trembling hands, Cassie tries to hold the bottle between her legs. She squeezes, bites her lips together - but nothing happens.

"She can't do it!" laughs Mike. "She's probably too fine for her own piss." The older man spits out.

"Then we'll do it differently. Have a drink first." He holds out a dirty water bottle to her.

"It'll get the bladder in the mood. "Cassie obeys, gulping down the warm water while the men watch her.

"Now try again," says Mike, patting her mockingly on the head. "We'll wait." Minutes pass. Cassie squeezes her eyes shut, concentrates - but her body refuses.

"Maybe she needs some encouragement," grins the older man. He goes behind her, grabs her hips. "I'll help you." Suddenly he pushes two fingers into her, bending her brutally.

Cassie screams - and finally, finally something comes loose. A weak jet hits the edge of the bottle and splashes next to it.

"Haha! She's pissing like a scared foal!" laughs Mike.

"Even more. Come on, let it out!" The older man pulls his fingers out and slaps her wet thigh.

"Looks like we've turned on the tap." Cassie is mortified, but her body now obeys. The jet gets stronger, slowly filling the bottle. The men cheer like at a sporting event.

"Finally! And now - cheers!" Mike grins and holds the full bottle to her mouth.

Cassie shakes her head. "Please... No..."

"You said we were beautiful," hisses the older man. "So now you're drinking to our beauty."

Cassie brings the bottle to her lips with a tear-stained face. The first sip tastes bitter and warm.

She chokes, but the men won't let her stop.

"Everything!" orders Mike.

"Every drop is yours, bitch." Mike throws the empty plastic bottle against the wall, where it hits the concrete with a hollow clack. Cassie winces, her body still wet with her own urine, her skin sticky under the cool evening air.

"Now that you're nice and warm," Mike grins, stepping in front of her,

"we can do something with you again." His hand reaches roughly between her legs, pinching her wet labia until she flinches.

"Don't you? Don't you feel like it too?" Cassie presses her lips together. (Say nothing. Just hold out.)

The older man laughs and spits on the floor in front of her. "She has ****. Look at her - wet again. Her body knows what it wants, even if her mouth is silent." Mike grabs her by the arm and pulls her up until her face is right in front of his. His breath smells of beer and cigarettes.

"On the floor. On all fours. Now." Cassie obeys, her knees aching as she sinks to the hard concrete.

The smell of urine and sweat hits her nose, but she doesn't move.

The older man stands in front of her, his semi-rigid cock right in front of her face.

"Make him nice and hard, bitch. With your tongue." Cassie closes her eyes for a moment, then opens her mouth and slowly licks his flaccid skin. The salty taste of sweat and pre-cum spreads across her tongue. She doesn't gag, just moves mechanically while her thoughts are somewhere else. Mike positions himself behind her, his cock already hard.

Without warning, he thrusts into her, a deep, painful thrust that throws her forward. The older man grabs her head, holding her tight as she gags.

"Don't gag, you stupid cunt," he hisses, squeezing her mouth tighter. "Suck until he stands." Cassie obeys, her tongue working as Mike begins a slow, cruel rhythm behind her.

Each thrust drives her forward, against the cock in her mouth.

The older man moans, getting harder, and Cassie feels him begin to fill her throat.

"That's it," Mike gasps, his hands clawing into her hips.

"Your ass is mine now. And your mouth is his. You're nothing but a living fuckhole." Cassie says nothing. She breathes through her nose, lets it happen.

Her body reacts against her will - she gets wetter, her muscles contract as Mike takes her deeper.

The older man starts to thrust into her mouth, his grip on her hair becomes more brutal.

"Go ahead and ****. That only makes it tighter." Mike laughs, slows down his rhythm, only to suddenly thrust hard again. Cassie moans against the cock in her mouth, her body trembling under the double load.

"Look at her," Mike grins to the older man.

"The bitch is about to come. Without us having to touch her." Cassie shakes her head, but her body doesn't lie.

The relentless friction, the humiliation, the pure overstimulation are driving her to the edge. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to suppress it - but then she feels the wave roll over her. Her body twitches, her muscles tense and a low, stifled moan escapes her.

"I knew it," Mike laughs triumphantly. "You just love being used." The older man groans and presses her head firmly against him.

"Swallow it all, piece of trash." Cassie gags, but she swallows, feeling the bitter liquid in her throat. Behind her, Mike comes with one last, brutal thrust, filling her with his cum. Then they simply drop her.

Cassie slumps to the floor, her knees buckling, her breath coming in gasps. Mike pulls up his pants.

"I knew you wouldn't want to run away, even if you were free." He says.

Cassie looks down at her hands. Her restraints were loose the whole time. She could have just walked away the whole time. Why didn't she leave? He tosses her a dirty old tarp.

"There. So you don't freeze to ****. We'll be back." The older man kicks her in the side, not hard enough to break anything, but enough to make her wince. "And you stay right here. Got it?" Cassie nods, exhausted.

Then they leave. Their footsteps fade, and Cassie is left alone, naked, shivering, under the tarp.

The wind whistles through the deserted courtyard.

The silence after her tormentors was almost worse than their presence.