*Author's note-This is mine. This is the final chapter of the Sweet Revenge trilogy. If you haven't read the first two I suggest you do so. I hope you enjoy, and again this contains non consent, I do not condone it, and do not go out and do it. *
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Chapter 3 - The Aftermath
I was arrested outside of my apartment. I'd just come back from a little "vacation" I took after my visit with Emily. She told the cops 2 weeks after I left her laying naked beside her house. They got evidence and came for me.
The little harlot promised she wouldn't tell, and now, I'm being sent to 8 years in prison for kidnap, assault and rape. My anger started to grow then, planning to keep my promise of getting her because she told.
***
After my months of research on Emily, I came to learn about some things in her family. The reason she lives with her grandparents is because 6 years ago her father was sent to jail on the count of murder, and her mother commited suicide shortly thereafter.
The thing that the court either failed to realize, or neglected to change, was the fact that the prison I am sentenced to is also where her father is housed. I know from my watching of his daughter that she visits him ever other weekend, so he most likely knows what I've done, and he'll most likely get back at me for it.
***
Being led to my cell by the guard in a way is humiliating, I'm in shackles, do they expect me to try to eat the guy's face? He lets me in, unlocking the big iron door, it swinging mournfully before me, foreshadowing my next 8 years. He undoes my bindings, and gestures for me to enter my prison. I walk in slowly, savouring the last feel of "freedom" and I sit on my bunk, resting my head on my hands, and notice I have a cell mate.
He's laying on his bunk with his eyes closed, breathing evenly, either asleep or relaxing but either way not paying attention to me as I study him. He's tall, about 6'7 compared to my 5'8, jet black hair, well muscled and tattoos covering his right arm.
He doesn't stir as I watch him distrustfully. I do not expect my time here to be a happy one, and this guy looks vaguely familiar with the shape of his nose and cheekbones.
Finally he moves, turning and getting off his bed and coming to me.
"So, you're the new guy huh?" He inquires. I nod. "What are you in for?" I smile slightly. "Things..." I see a light dancing behind the mans gaze as he offers me his hand.
"My name is Corey Wolfe, you must be Jon Krauss." He says it positivly, a smile playing across his face, my heart stops. 'My...cellmate is Emily's father...Fuck!'
I sit petrefied as he comes closer. "Speechless I see, well, that's too bad, from what my daughter tells me you don't like it when people don't answer you."
All of a sudden he draws back his fist, it comes hurdling towards me before I have time to move. He gets me across my jaw, knocking me flat on the bed. He crawls on top of me, his dick poking into my backside.
"I'm going to do to you what you did to my daughter you sick fuck, and I'll make you like every bit of it."
"You're not going to make me like shit." I try to sound tough but fail as I try to struggle away and he puts more of his weight onto me. "Me and my buddies will have fun with you." I freeze.'Buddies...?'
"Hey, break it up you two, 'less you wanna go in isolation." A guard beats onto the cell bars. Corey gets off of me as I sigh in relief. I rub my face where he hit me, feeling a slight lump forming there. Then I hear him whisper. "I will get you, and I will do it soon."
I shudder as he walks back to his bunk, lays down, and pretends as if nothing happened.
***
I lie awake, fearing when he'll get me. He knows everything I did to his daughter, and I can only imagine his retribution.
Nothing happens for weeks, he's cordial when forced to but otherwise ignores me. Although, every once in a while, I see him and his friends looking over at me, pointing and sniggering.
I fear what will become of me, but at the same time, wish it would just get itself over with, so I can get done with my 8 years, and then be back for his daughter.
One day I see him looking, and I turn and wave to him , smiling at the dumbfounded look on his face. What I don't see is that expression melts into anger.
***
Every few weeks the guards pair us off to go and do community service, picking up trash and whatnot. We are kept under close watch, but the guards today are grouchy, and if you are good enough, can bribe them to let you alone for a few hours.
As they call names, partnering people off, it finally comes to me, and who should be my partner of course? Corey Wolfe.
I shudder as he comes over to me and smiles maliciously. I don't like that smile, it means he has a plan...and a plan about me.
***
I stab another can and put it in my bag. I wipe the sweat from my forehead on the back of my sleeve, we've been doing this for hours, and its swealtering. Corey hasn't done anything, we've done nothing but work, with an occassional break, I saw him talking earlier with a guard and felt my pulse race, but nothing seemed to come of it.
Oh how wrong I was.
During our next break, I went to get a water bottle from the cooler and stand to the side, close to the tree line. I don't see as Corey sneaks into the trees and then wraps his arms around me, one around my mouth, the other across my chest, and starts dragging me in. I try to fight back, but he's strong.
He drags me through the trees, my feet trying to gain some traction against the ground so I can still his progress. We go deep, I can no longer see our faction and their noises are muffled by distance, then he releases me, throwing me onto the ground.
"Mr. Krauss, its good to see you again. My daughter sends her reguards." He chuckles as I stand and he pushes me over again.
"Stop. Damn it!" I try to push back when he tries again, but he grabs my arm and twists it behind my back. "I told you I would get you. This, and what happens during your stay here, is revenge for my daughter."
"Go fuck yourself Wolfe, like I did your daughter."
He forces my arm farther up my back, making my eyes water. He doesn't say anything, but I can practically feel the anger and hatred, and possibly a little bit of pain, emminating from him. Just then, he spins me around and I'm on my knees in front of him. Then he pulls something from his jumpsuit, and I stare at it in fear, and a hint of amusement.
Its a shank, a real, honest to God shank. It looks like sharpened plastic of some kind, but it looks extremly durable. He puts it to my throat. "Try anything, and you'll just be another life I have taken." I swallow loudly. I know he means it, when he was arrested, he killed 20 people in cold blood.
Then he starts to unzip his jumpsuit, he's wearing nothing underneath as he shimmies it to his ankles. I stare transfixed at his cock, its massive, about 10 inches, and the girth is horrifying. Some part of my mind takes a hit on my manhood, my 7 inches and little over average girth paled by comparison to this monster.
He puts a hand on the back of my head, urging me forward, I resist of course, not wanting that thing anywhere near my face. The shank is pressed harder to my throat, and I freeze. He takes the opportunity to come forward and press his dick to my lips.
"Open Krauss." I simply stare at him, having no intention to do so. Then he pulls my hair, making me gasp in agony, and before realizing my mistake, he shoves more than half in my mouth and down my throat. I gag around him, my eyes watering, as he starts face fucking me.
He pounds into my mouth, I'm drooling, and doing all I can not to throw up. He moans as I continuosly gag around him., while he shoves himself down my esophogus.
I dare not bite him, or entirely resist, he still has his weapon pressed to my jugular, and I have no wish to die. So I just kneel there and take it, although all I want to do is spit the damn thing out, and wash the overly salty taste of his cock from my mouth.