I got my revenge though. I turned around and killed him. Brutal. Sliced his raping penis off his body and showed it to him before ending his life.
“Stop frowning and take your clothes off, Karner,” Randal growled, a lot closer all of a sudden. I blinked fast, slowing the panic. I couldn’t do that now.
“Who told you that?” I asked again, my words careful. Something was churning in my gut, and I wanted to see how it played out before I did anything. Maybe I could suck his dick like I planned before, weeks ago.It might be enough.
Maybe if Darling was going around sharing our business, he wouldn’t work out. He was gorgeous, had this dark aura about him that made me nuts, but that might not be the best choice. Maybe he was testing me,testing this?
Randal, he was led by his dick; that much was clear. Dumb and not the most hideous to look at so an easy life for him.
Randal tugged on a strand of my hair behind my ear, having stepped right into my space. “If you take all your clothes off for me, I can get you private showers. The CO’s showers have warm water, cubicles.Privacy.”
I let my eyes widen, glimmer. That did sound good. If this had to happen, getting things from it helped keep that power.
“I can do you one better,” I said with a smile, bracing my hands on his chest, letting my thumbs roam over his pecs. They were decent.
Decent would do. Like the jokes I used to tell my victims, attraction made this easier to bear.
I sank down to my knees in front of him and looked up. I was daring Darling to show up now, to stop this.
“For that, I’ll get you whatever the hell you want. Let me take your ass, and I’ll smuggle you out in my van.” His hand returned to my head, roaming along my scalp, scooping a fistful of hair and tugging my head back so my face was strained.
Fuck, yes.
“Make me come, inmate, and we’ll see what happens next.”
I nodded and, with his hand still in my hair, pulled his cock free. Nose to tip with him once more.
Luckily, after a subtle sniff, it didn’t smell bad. He may be scruffier, but he washed, at least.
“Don’t waste any fucking time; I don’t have long.” He shoved his cock between my lips, and I sucked. My mind was on Darling, on those theories. He was right outside, testing me, teasing me, showing me he was the boss.
Randal was already most of the way hard, so it was a fast stretch, but I soon got used to it. He wasn’t enormous, a decent length, average girth, fit in my mouth well.
He was getting no frills from me. I just sucked him down, bobbed and swirled my tongue and worked him to a rapid, grunting orgasm. Nice and loud when I snaked a finger toward his ass.Over with fast and dirty.
When he started coming, I darted out of the way, letting it splatter over my shirt.
“Fuck,” he grunted, grabbing his cock and squeezing out the last ebbs of his orgasm, those last little pulsating spurts you could get out of a spent cock if you were committed enough. He shuddered, curled his body over mine with a groan, and let his breath catch back up with his mind. “That ruled, inmate.”
I snorted a laugh. Thatruled? I had the sudden urge to ask him his age; maybe I was wrong about him being older than me. Or maybe he just became a dumbass after coming. Frat bro post blow.
I stood up. “Shower then?” I asked, hopeful to wash him off me quick. A bit of grime was fine, but that private time. That alone time. I craved it. Here in isolation, I could be alone with my thoughts. But I wanted to be alone with my soap. Alone with my food. My fresh fucking air.
Eight years of this, and it was funny how much the little things seemed so big. Darling hadn’t bust his way in to defend my honor or whatever I might have thought, so I needed to pivot the fuck round.
But Randal laughed. Of course, he did. “You nearly killed an inmate, and severely injured a CO. You’re fucked if you think you’re leaving this cell.”
I ran my tongue along my teeth to steady my anger, studying him as he backed away, almost like he knew he wouldn’t be safe if he gave me his back.
Rage struck me like a bowstring, twanging across my muscles.
“Who told you to come here?” I asked, demanded, thinking of that severely injured CO who’d managed to jerk himself off well enough just days ago.
Randal shrugged as he reached the door and slipped through, slamming it shut behind him. Through the hatch, he said, “It’s a secret.”
And I was left alone with my thoughts again.
It was too damn quiet.
