Cassandra: Taking a tumble

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Cass flicked the lighter off again and smoked in the dark silence for a few minutes, wondering what her next move should be
The metalwork around her creaked alarmingly
"Uh... Help..?" she asked tentatively
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There was no response
Cass breathlessly waited in the darkness, listening to the strange ticking and pinging noises metal makes when it's under stress, but thankfully the feared deadly avalanche of girders never came, and after a while the noises became less and less frequent, before finally subsiding
Taking a last, deep drag of her cig, Cass flicked it away into the darkness and exhaled hard; she was going to have to get out of there fast, before the bloody girders took it upon themselves to shift properly and kill her!
Twisting her hips one way and then the other, she tried to pull out from under the deadweight of the obese engineer pinning her legs, but to little avail; the blood slopping about on the floor made it hard to garner any purchase, and the 20 stone cadaver with the girder resting on top of it, which was never going to be easy to shift, steadfastly refused to budge.
Pushing herself upwards into a sitting position, Cass leaned forward and experimentally tugged at the girder pinning her and the engineer; gently at first, and then when she found herself unable to produce even so much as a faintly perceptible wobble, much harder: even then producing no result whatsoever
Cass blew out a breath and flopped back down onto the floor, noticing for the first time how unpleasantly cold the blood was
"Aw, shit" she sighed. This wasn't going well
"Who's that?" a man's voice croaked from nearby in the darkness
"Oh, nobody important" Cass replied "How're things there with you?"
"I dunno. I just woke up; I guess I was knocked out when we..." The man paused before continuing "Not so good, I guess - I feel kinda dizzy and I can't feel my legs"
"I'm sure you'll be fine once you've had a few minutes to come to" Cass lied, grimacing
"Yeah, maybe..." he sounded doubtful
"Sit tight soldier, I'll figure a way to get us out of here"
Cass sat back up, and sparked the lighter up again while she gave the engineers corpse a frisk over, coming up with several Ginsters pasties, a can of diet coke, a couple of screwdrivers, and a Stanley knife; not much of a haul for an engineer, but beggars couldn't be choosers - a plasma lance would have been nice though!
Cass flopped down onto her back again clutching the Stanley knife, her face contorting in disgust as the gore slicked floor started oozing back through her flight suit
"'Soldier'..." the man started again "Reminds me of my mum; she used to call me her 'Little Soldier'"
"Smeggin' hell man; we only just met! What are you trying to do? Invite me back to meet the parents?"
Cass forced a chuckle, attempting levity where she knew it had no place
"S'okay" the man mumbled "I know I'm dying; think I've lost a lot of blood - just trying not to think about it..."
"I was kinda hoping you might not have realised how bad it was." Cass sighed "You stay with me man. I'll get us both out of here"
She pushed herself back upright, flicked the Stanley blade out, and with a barely contained dry retch, started slicing her way through the huge corpse
She worked quietly in the darkness for a while, the only sound the wet gristly slicing of flesh, and the occasional grating of the thin blade on bone as Cass worked her way a centimetre at a time through skin, and layer upon layer of subcutaneous fat, pausing only occasionally to spark the lighter up to see how she was doing, swallow a retch and continue
"Urgh... What're you doing there?" the man moaned
"Cutting my way out of a fat lad"
"Hah" he stopped for a wheezing cough "Wasn't expecting that as a response..."
Cass gritted her teeth and carried on working
"Tell me something about you" the man continued, "Take my mind off... this..."
Flicking the lighter on and off again Cass paused "Well, what do you want to know?"
"I dunno... Whatever... I promise not to tell anyone else; Chances are I'm not going to be around to tell anyhow..."
"Hah! Okay. I'm a twisted evil genius with wild designs on ruling the galaxy, but right now I'm a two-bit 'exotic' dancer down in a sleazy club on the promenade. Go me!"
"Hah!" he coughed "Oh man... Why is it that I only get to meet a girl with a sense of humour when I'm about to die?"
Cass reached into the corpse and with a grunt, wrenched a couple of ribs out of place, freeing her right leg "Just lucky I guess?"
"Oh, smeg" he groaned in pain "Aren't I just...?"
"Stay with me man, I don't want all this effort on my part going to waste"
When he spoke again, his voice sounded weaker
"So assuming you weren't joking about being an exotic dancer as well, which of the 'Dwarfs strip joints do you work in? It's not Seymour's Nipples, is it?"
Cass rolled her eyes - Men, they were all the same: This guy was probably not far from dead, and one hint of the mention of something vaguely related to the idea of leering at a girls wobbly bits, and he was still able to think with his little head
"No it's not Seymour's; that's where all the high class rent boys hang out. I work way further down the strip, at the Fister"
"Huh" he wheezed "That's a pretty rough dive"
"Tell me about it" Cass sighed "The managers a nightmare, I've got to bribe a minimum of three people to get a decent time slot on the stage, and they let virtually any pervert in. Some days I don't even make enough to be able to afford to eat"
"It's Le Souteneur that owns the place, isn't it?"
Cass grunted an affirmative, still working through the last of the fat
"He's a bad 'un. I heard he once had a man tortured for four days, when all he wanted to know was the time..."
Acutely aware that Philipe still wanted a word with her, Cass said nothing, letting the man lapse back into silence again, and concentrating on freeing her other leg; this one was just buried beneath a whole load of soft tissue, so progress had been much quicker
With a last few swipes of the blade, she sliced through the mesentery, and spilled the dead engineers guts out onto the floor with a wet slippery splash, allowing Cass to snatch her leg out, as the corpse sagged under its own weight.
Free at last, she turned over onto her hands and knees, and flicked the lighter on again, looking for any sign of the man
"Right, I'm out from under the big boy! Lets get you out and go!"
There was no response
Frowning unhappily, Cass spotted something in the flickering flame of the lighter, and pocketing a discarded Ginsters pasty, she crawled forward, squeezing underneath some other girders to where a man lay, crushed beneath a heavy looking section of wrecked ship's hull. His dead eyes eternally looking towards her for the help that came too late.
"Smeg..." Cass muttered quietly "Doesn't look like you're going anywhere now, soldier..." She flicked the lighter off and sat in reflective silence for a few minutes until the girders around her gave a warning creak, motivating her to scramble out from under the wreckage into what was left of the ruined starbugs hold
The world around her suddenly jerked and swayed as the bug was hoisted into the air
"Aw, what now..?"
Moments later, Cass regretted even asking such a stupid question, as the remains of the bug smashed back down onto the deck, knocking her from her feet, and cracking he hull open
Bruised, and smeared with gore, Cass thankfully crawled towards the light - surely things could only get better now...
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The hull cracked open and a dirty bloodied hand came out.
Justin ran over immediately, his hormones raging as he touched the girl's soft flesh. He helped Cassandra out. She was filthy from the crash, and parts of her clothes were torn, exposing some of her skin. This made Justin go wild.
"You're right, she is a fitty!" Said the crane operator from afar.
"Oh my god, I know you." Said Justin. "Aren't you a stripper?" his tongue was practically sticking out.
"I'm Cassandra." She told him and held out a hand to the pervert who was drowning in his own drool.
Justin leaped on her and hugged her, moving his hands up and down her body.
"Okay, okay, that's enough!" She said, pushing him away. "Thanks for saving me. But don't touch me yeah?"
Justin grinned. He tried to fight the midget inside him who just wanted to hump the woman's leg, but Justin knew that humping anything wasn't good for his crushed groin right now. It was the midget side of him that won.
"EeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEe eee" he said, and was about to leap on the woman and touch her up, when there was a large crash beside him. The crane which had previously been holding the Starbug crashed to the ground, crushing the crane operator with the white helmet. The large crane gripped the crane operator's body and lifted, then swung to fling him out towards the hanger door.
"What the smeg is going on?" Cassandra asked.
Justin looked into the yellow box where the crane was controlled. He saw the face of Holly on a black screen.
"It's Holly." He said. "He's gone mad and thinks we're the enemy."
The crane winched itself back up and swung over their heads, ready to crash to the ground and toss their dead bodies around like toys.
In possibly his final moments, Justin licked his lips as he stared at Cassandra's boobs.
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Perhaps, he mused, she wouldn't mind if he just fondled one... then again: In for a penny, in for a pound; if he was going to cop a feel of one, he might as well go for both!
Panting, his tongue sticking out like a lesbian with an erection, Justin raised his hands and lunged forward
"EeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEeee! Eee! EEee!"
Justin leaped at Cassandra, his momentum knocking her backwards, as the cranes claw crashed down next to them *through* the bacterial infested floor
"Get the smeg off me!" Cass shrieked "What's with the smegging floor!?"
Justin grappled with her, knocking Cass painfully backwards onto the ground as the crane winched its claw back upwards, his weight bearing down on top of her, as his hands slipped over her gore slicked body
"EeeeeeeeeeeEeeee! EEEeeeee!"
"Oh for..."
Cass scrabbled on the floor, trying to struggle out from under Justin, her blood slicked clothes leaving a grotesque, bloody parody of a snow angel on the floor
"Eeeeeeee EEeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEeEeeee" Justin straddled her, rubbing his ruined groin hard up against Cass, face contotring with pain and pleasure
"Get the smegging smeg off me you smegging freak!"
Cass twisted trying to reach a piece of heavy metal debris nearby, but it was too far out of reach as Justin leaned forward, teeth barred in a grimmace of painful extacy
"EEEeEEeeeeee"
Frantically Cass patted herself down looking for anything that would help: the Stanley knife would be good, but all she wound up pulling out of her pocket was a crumpled looking pasty
"EEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeE... uh ug uh uh, EEEeeeeee!" Justins hot breath washed over her face as eh dry humped her
"Aw, SMEG OFF!!!"
Cass rammed the pasty into Justin's mouth with both her hands, the force pushing him backward, his eyes widening in surprise as his hormone addled brain sluggishly began to acknowledge suffocation by pasty
Cass snarled forcing it further back into his mouth, the cheap packaging popping with the pressure, showering the both of them with tasty but flaky pastry crumbs, as she bore him over, and with a frightened squeal on her part, down the hole in the floor just as the crane claw smashed down through the floor again where they had been struggling
Cass landed hard on top of Justin, rattling his head against the ground, stunning him into momentary insensibility.
With a groan she rolled off and took in her surroundings, as Justin, blinking, began to come to his senses
<tag Justin - how do you feel, and where did we land?>