Part 4 of 4

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Decommissioned Prison 
Boron, California
Mardi Gras night
present day


I tried to shift my position.  My back hurt from being in one 
place for so long, but even with the play in the restraints that 
Green left me, I couldn't turn over onto my side.  I jumped again 
as the key turned in the lock, startling me.  I pulled against the 
restraints involuntarily as Green walked in the room with J-Dog in 
tow.

"Time to go home, Marley," Green's drawl announced.  He came 
around the bed and retied my restraints to remove the slack so 
that my arms and legs were securely immobilized.  Then he stepped 
on the little brake levers on the wheels that locked the bed in 
place, releasing them.  J-Dog did the same on the side closest to 
the door and they began to wheel me out of the room.

I had been unconscious when I'd been brought to the infirmary, but 
I knew the route back to my cell well enough.  Long, rectangular 
florescent lights, set in sound absorbing acoustic tiles, zoomed 
past overhead marking our quick-paced progress down the hallways 
of the infirmary building.  

Left.  

Left.  

Right.  

Another long row of lights and then large, metal double-doors 
swung out onto the fresh, damp night air. We were in the breezeway 
between the infirmary wing and the main prison facility.  

The wheels of the bed bumped over the metal and rubber threshold 
then glided smoothly over the wide, cement pad which, combined 
with the corrugated aluminum roof, made up a portico.  The shadows 
deepened as we left the lighted breezeway and rattled over the 
pock-marked concrete of a bone-jarringly rough stretch of 
uncovered sidewalk.  

Alongside the terrace we'd just quit and the entrance to the 
building that housed cells to which we were headed, stood a ten-
foot high chain-link fence topped with razor wire.  It stood to 
the right so close it nearly abutted the sidewalk.  On the other 
side of the fence was a thick, overgrown woods.  The brush had 
been allowed to grow quite close to the fence lending credence to 
the appearance that the facility was actually abandoned.  With the 
bulk of the building we were entering also very close on the left 
side, the passage was at the same time exposed and claustrophobic. 

The absence of lights also meant the absence of security cameras, 
leaving the three of us effectively alone.  That fact seemed to 
occur to my two keepers, or perhaps it had been their plan all 
along, but they stopped the bed in that woefully isolated stretch 
of sidewalk.

There was enough moonlight for me to see both J-Dog and Green 
clearly and I didn't like what I saw.  I knew that look - it was 
one of voracious malevolence and I'd been intimately acquainted 
with it since I got my first bra.  It was the look that warned of 
humiliation and violation, and my heart plummeted.  

Green reached down under the bed and did something to it.  The 
platform under the thin mattress rewarded him by tilting into what 
medics called reverse Trendelenburg position so that I was 
effectively standing up, my feet resting on a metal bar at the 
foot of the bed.  They were going to rape me again and there 
wasn't a damn thing I could do to stop them.  

J-Dog moved in front of me where I more or less stood with my 
wrists pinioned in sheepskin-lined leather manacles at hip level 
and my legs similarly hobbled to the sides of the bed.  My legs 
weren't more than two and a half feet apart, but that was more 
than sufficient.  His hands ran up the insides of my thighs and 
cupped my mound through the thin cotton of the green hospital 
scrubs.  I tried to bring my knees together, but the distance 
between my ankles and the angle of the table prevented it.  

"Her pussy's nice and hot, Green.  She wants it."  J-Dog rubbed 
his finger in my cleft, the green gauzy material offering little 
barrier.  "I can feel you're wet," he leaned over and whispered in 
my ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin, making my nipples 
hard.  He backed away in exaggerated triumph, raised his finger to 
his lips and sniffed as if checking out the bouquet of a fine 
wine. And I hated my body for its betrayal. 

"Oh, I don't want her to enjoy it too much," said Green stepping 
over to take J-Dog's place in front of me.  His eyes were filled 
with a barbaric and malignant glee.  He reached a hand behind him 
withdrew something with a small green handle.  I gasped as he 
removed a white plastic cap from one end, revealing a blade.  He 
had a scalpel and terror flooded every fiber of my being as he 
moved toward me with it.  

I could feel him feeding on my fear.  He hooked a finger of his 
left hand into the collar of the scrub shirt that I wore and 
sliced through the insubstantial material, opening the garment 
from collar to hem.  He peeled the cloth back revealing my entire 
torso.  He ran the flat side of the blade around the inner curve 
of each breast and down my belly.  I desperately tried to push 
back into the mattress as my abdominal muscles contracted and 
quivered involuntarily.  

I stifled a whimper as his hand dipped to the drawstring of the 
pants and pulled the woven-cotton ribbon that held them on my 
hips.  I felt them sliding down over my hips to settle around my 
manacled ankles.  Again Green brought the blade into play, running 
the dull edge up the insides of my thighs causing me to 
instinctively spread them further apart, of which fact he took 
full advantage.  

His hand came up between my legs, and his finger roughly plunged 
inside me.  He placed the scalpel handle between his teeth and 
grasped me firmly around the throat with his other hand.  Removing 
his finger, he unzipped the fly of his black BDUs and pulled out 
his cock which was already rigid and ready for mayhem.  

He pressed in close and nudged, asserting himself between my legs.  
The parting of my knees left me unsupported but for the manacles 
around my wrists and I had to squeeze my thighs against Green's 
hips to keep some of the pressure of my weight off my wrists.  He 
sought the moist opening and penetrated me violently.

I cried out in wrathful indignation and pain, but his hand 
tightened around my throat cutting off the sound. The tension in 
my thighs not only served to support some of my weight, but also 
increased the friction at my clit and I whimpered as pleasure 
warred with outrage and hatred of the man who now violated me more 
completely than I would allow him to know.  Tears of despair ran 
streaming down my face as I shut my eyes and tried without success 
to imagine it was my Alexei who was driving into me so vehemently. 

My closed eyes only enraged Green, whose twisted mind construed it 
as pleasure.  "I don't *want* you to enjoy this, bitch!" he 
snarled after retrieving the scalpel from between his clenched 
teeth.  The hand on my throat tightened even further threatening 
to render me unconscious by hypoxia.  But the other hand, which 
held the blade, insinuated itself between our upper bodies.  Green 
leaned his torso backward so that he could see our connection and 
proceeded to pull the blade down my belly from the bottom of my 
rib cage to the top of my navel. 

Adrenaline flooded through my veins as I shrieked in pain.  It 
wasn't a life-threatening wound, being a very shallow cut of only 
a half-inch depth, but it hurt mightily and I felt bile rise up 
into my throat which Green was squeezing tighter and tighter in 
his concentration on his imminent orgasm.  I began to gag as he 
spewed into me and was fairly sure that I was about to die but for 
some reason that didn't seem like such a bad thing.  

Green's grip relaxed as he came - enough to allow me to take a 
gulping breath, then I began to gag and cough.  The blood from the 
flesh wound he'd given me had begun to trickle down my body and he 
pulled out rapidly, backing away as he panted with exertion.  

I heard a strange gurgling sound and opened my eyes in time to see 
Green's look of smug satisfaction change quickly to one of shocked 
disbelief.  J-Dog lay sprawled on the grass, blood bubbling and 
frothing at his slit windpipe.  Green sank silently to the ground, 
his eyes wide and his mouth agape, with the green plastic handle 
of the scalpel protruding from the back of his neck, as a man 
wearing a ski mask let go of him.  

Before I could speak, the man had rushed to my side and seeing 
that I was bound, grasped the handle of the scalpel and pulled it 
free of Green's spine.  He sliced carefully through the straps 
that held the manacles to the bed, moving quickly to catch me as I 
slumped into his arms.  As the blackness rose up and threatened to 
envelope me, I looked into the emerald green eyes of my rescuer.  

My arms flew of their own volition, encircling his neck and 
pulling his face down for a deep kiss.  "I thought you were dead!" 
I sobbed into his open mouth.  I pulled the ski mask off to 
confirm what my lips already knew.  My Alexei had come for me.  

Green gurgled on the ground at my feet, which I had regained as 
Alex held me.  I reached down and retrieved the scrub pants from 
around my ankles and tied them around my hips.  Then I moved to 
unbuckle the leather manacles from my ankles and wrists.  I 
clutched a pillowcase to my stomach where Green had cut me, but 
the bleeding was already slowing and barring an infection, I would 
recover with nothing more than an ugly scar.

I managed to staunch the bleeding and pulled the remnants of the 
scrub top around to cover myself.  I tied the two halves to each 
other just under my breasts avoiding the very tender cut that 
began right beneath that.

"What do we do with him?" Alex asked me, kicking Green over onto 
his back.  "He'll probably live," he said with a hateful sneer, 
"see, that's the thing about spinal injuries, it really is 
'location, location, location'.  I made sure that he'll never walk 
again, but he'll live."  

Green's dick was still hanging out of his fly, albeit limply.  
"Good," I said taking the scalpel from Alex's hand.  I walked over 
to Green holding the blade in full view.  The whites of his eyes 
showed as I knelt beside him, grabbed his cock in my hand and 
sliced it off.  Then I forced his mouth open and with my hands 
covered in his blood, stuffed it down his throat.  "I hope it was 
worth it to you, because it's the last time you'll ever do it," I 
rasped thickly through my rage and tears.

Alex quickly pulled me toward a previously unnoticed hole in the 
fence just behind the breezeway to which we'd been headed.  We 
ducked through it, him half carrying me, and retreated into the 
thick woods where we disappeared from the world.  

***

As I relate this tale, I am threading my toes through sugar white 
sand while I sip on a cool coconut concoction and watch Alex's tan 
form writhing gracefully to stay atop his surf board and I am 
happy.  We live each day as if it is our last, after all, none of 
us really knows how long we have.  


THE END

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