Finally, after 7 long hard years, I was walking out those large metal gates. Hopefully, the last time I would ever hear the slamming of those doors. 7 Years served for a crime I did not commit. I was found guilty from the testimony from a woman who lied to protect her boyfriend who had beaten and abused her. A Miss Melanie Walker, and her boyfriend Ray Holloway. Two of the sorriest excuses for a human being I had ever had the displeasure of meeting.
I was convicted of a rape I never committed. I had a good life, wife and job. I lost them all when I was convicted. In prison I was subjected to abuse that no one should ever have to go through. I was raped, beaten, subjected to humiliating days and nights of horrors I had only seen in movies. To say I was bitter has to be the understatement of the century! The only thing that kept me going was knowing that when I was released I would make them both pay for what they had done to me.
I found a job in construction making decent money, after a few weeks I had bought a used van, not the nicest vehicle in town but it ran and was dependable. It wasn't easy in the room I was in, my cell in prison was nicer! At least it was clean. Every night I would lay in bed thinking of how I could watch her and learn her habits of life. I found the way and started to observe her from a distance. She always had the same routine. I watched her for 4 months before deciding the time was right to put my plan into action. I waited until a Saturday night to proceed. Knowing that her and her lover would be stoned, drunk, or both.
Shortly after Midnight, I peered through the open blinds in the living room, Her boyfriend was passed out in front of the Television, she was laying on the couch, her head in his lap almost passed out also. I went to the backdoor and it was unlocked, it wouldn't have mattered, in prison I had learned to pick a Locked door like a Pro. I opened the back screen door and then the wooden door, hoping they would not hear the old door hinges as they squeaked noisily when I eased it open wide enough to get inside.
I then crept inside, holding everything I needed to secure them both. I walked in the living room like I owned it. I stood there in front of them a minute before her eyes opened and she finally noticed I was there before she jumped up screaming at me asking what I was doing in her house. Her boyfriend trying to wake up from his drunken stupor, and not having much luck at it.
"You don't remember me?" I asked her
"No! Why should I? I've never seen you before." She said sarcastically.
"You should always remember the man's face who you sent to prison, and when you know he is innocent. It is something he will never forget!" I stared into her drunken blue eyes.
Her face dropped and fear covered her eyes and face, that comment seemed to get her boyfriends attention. He jumped off the couch in a drunken attempt to subdue me. My tazer stopped him fast. She jumped up to attack me and I back handed her down to the couch. I had nylon tie wraps the kind that the Police had used on me when I was falsely accused and arrested. I secured his hands behind his back and then his feet together. I duct taped his mouth, sat him in the chair and told him to keep still or suffer the consequences.
I turned and looked at her, her mouth bleeding slightly from where
I had slapped her, tears in her eyes. "I didn't want to testify against
you, he made me!" she pointed at her boyfriend.
"Life's a Bitch, then you live with one I guess!" I told her sarcastically. Then I tied her hands and taped her mouth too.
I was in no hurry, I had all the time I wanted to do what I had planned. 7
years of building hatred can do that to a person, give them patience
and a burning desire to see them pay. The mans eyes wear full of fear and hatred, I knew there was no way he could get free, so I went up to him and bitch slapped him, "Your time will come bitch, but first, I've been 7 years without a piece of pussy and tonight I'm going to get some!"
She wasn't a bad looking woman, not nearly as beautiful as my wife had been. But her full tits had a nice hang to them and the thick nipples sticking out in her tight T-Shirt was making my cock hard. Her hard breathing from knowing what was fixing to happen only enhanced her chests movements. Her hips were wide, but not overly so and her legs were long and thin. I was going to enjoy making this bitch suffer, like I had over the past years.
"Do either of you know what they do to a man convicted of rape in prison? Anything they want to! The guards are no help, they let it happen. I was beaten, raped, forced to suck mens cock's, Now its
time to get some of that back."
She tried to run since I had not tied her legs, I tripped her, and put her in the chair across from her boyfriend. I used the tie wraps to secure her arms to the back of the chair, then tied her ankles to the chair legs. She had a smug look on her face like I would not be able to take her since she had on her blue jeans. I reached into my bag I had with me, grabbing a pair of sharp scissors, I started at her ankles and worked up each leg. She knew then that I would not leave without satisfaction, Her boyfriend was trying to scream at me
through the duct tape, but he was not going anywhere. I got up and slapped the shit out of him once again, telling him to keep quite or I would cut his tongue out with these scissors and make sure he never made another sound, Ever! He got quite.
I resumed taking her pants off, when I had her blue jeans cut off her, I saw she was wearing plain cotton panties, and her dark pubic hair was showing through them, it was also sticking out the edges of them. My cock was hard as a rock now, I have always liked hairy pussies. Getting her T-Shirt off was no problem, I just yanked it towards me and it tore off easily. Her chest was pounding from her heart beating,
her breasts raising and falling in a fast rhythm. Her dark nipples standing out, if I didn't know better I would think she was getting excited at the prospect of being raped again. Only this time for real! I took a nipple in my fingers and pinched it hard, her face twisted in pain.
"So, you like it rough don't you bitch!"
She shook her head No, but I could tell she did. I ripped her panties off, and she tried to close her legs in a vain attempt to hide her gash. A poor attempt since her ankles were tied to the chair. I looked at her pussy, it was wet, I stuck my hand between her legs and grabbed her cunt roughly, forcing my finger inside her slick gash. A stifled cry came from her as she exhaled, her eyes closed as I worked my finger in her.
I leaned over and took a thick nipple in my mouth and bit her. I heard
her cry out in pain, this was going to be good for me. I wanted them
both to suffer as I had for 7 years and would for the rest of my life now.
I could hear her boyfriend making noises behind the duct tape as he was forced to watch me take his woman. Her hips tried to keep my finger from entering her slick pussy, but as I forced it deeper into her slick slit, she gave up and resigned herself to the fast I now was going
to finish what I had started. I was rubbing her hard clit with my thumb, and I finger fucked her roughly, my teeth not giving her thick hard nipple a break. Her legs were now spread out and her hips bounced
