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Re: And To Think She's Mine For The Next Five Years (Continuation)
« Reply #45 on: September 07, 2022, 06:59:16 PM »
Well is this the true beginning of the end?

                                                                                                         Part Twenty

6942 crawled over to me, as I stood looking into her cell. “Daddy, your little girl needs to  know that her daddy desires her!”

I could feel my cock stirring  as I looked into her seductive eyes. Finally 6942 gave into my wants that only she could fulfill. I started to get harder than ever before. That was when the smell of coffee penetrated my senses. I open my eyes and was shocked to find myself sitting at the security desk, a flask of coffee upturned, making a widening pool of brown liquid, which eventually came over the edge of the desk and soaked the crotch of my pants

“Jesus!” I jumped up. Pushing the chair away as I brushed the crotch of my pants with my hands. Looking at the remaining pool of coffee still on the desktop, expanding under the files, the logbooks and worse the iPad that connected me to the whole prison

“Oh fuck!” Swiping at the top of the desk, getting as much as possible with my arms. Pushing it towards the left side of the desk onto the floor. I hear a crack as the iPad hits the floor. “Shit!” I move my right hand to the top right hand drawer, yanking it open to get to the box of kleenex there. Getting a handful out I dabbed at the pool of coffee, silently praying that the files and logbook could be saved, already knowing that the iPad was a write off.

From behind came “Jesus Cartier, if you wanted someone to spell you for a bit all you had to do was say so!”

Davenport walking closer, a fucking grin on his face. “If Harkness sees or even hears about you destroying those files and logbooks, you’ll be transferred back to Solitary  and probably not as a guard but as an inmate for a while!”

“It's just coffee you asshole, how much damage can it have done?” Going to check on the files and logbook. Picking up a couple of log books, the back cover was dripping coffee but most of the inside pages were still alright. Placing the log books into the seat of my chair, I go for some of the folders which were sopping with coffee. The overtime file was limp, the pages inside stuck together, the ink on the top report blurry.

Great, just what I needed the files were certainly fucked and don’t get me started on that damn iPad, it was a write off. A giant crack ran the length of the screen from the bottom right hand corner to the top, as if to split the screen into two halves. I tried to get the damn thing to come on, but no dice, it was a fucking dead as I would be when Harkness found out!

I don’t know why but I looked at my watch, 6:43 AM, seventeen minutes before I was to check in on 6942. That brought back memories of the previous time I spent in her cell, my cock buried into her orifices. I fucked her pussy, widened her asshole and jabbed the back of her throat. I was in pure heaven using my ‘little girl’ to make up for all the time I was deprived of being near her alone.

By my count, I must have fucked her ass at least three times, pulling out to jam my cock into her freshly fuck pussy to deposit my latest load of cum.  I used her warm mouth just as many times as I did her ass. The look in her eyes seems to be vacant, but that didn’t prevent 6942 from moving under me as I fucked her.

After I came for the fifth time into her pussy, I rolled away from 6942 and considered myself sexually sated.  Looking at 6942 laying there, her pussy and asshole leaking a constant flow of white from her pussy and a combination of white and brown streaked liquid from her asshole, I found my cock just lying flat against crotch hair.

“Damn Lisa have you ever gotten fucked like that from Adam?” Either she didn’t hear me or she pretended to ignore me, or the most accurate reason was that I fucked her out cold! I got up and made my way to the door, picking up my clothes I left in a pile there. Dressing I call back to her “I let you rest ‘little girl’ for a day then you can bet that Daddy is going to have more incest with his ‘little girl’, that is unless you came for me before then!”

I didn’t think that she was going to capitulate to my desires this fast but one never knew. Going back to the security desk I found myself all alone. On the desk sat a flask of what I could only think was coffee. Putting my watch back on, I saw that the big hand was pointing to twelve  and the little hand was pointing to one. God damn i been fucking 6942 for over a good five hours, no wonder I was feeling a bit wiped out. Opening the flask I poured myself a cap full of coffee, and took a seat and checked out the files I was supposed to write.

I don’t know when I drifted off, and upon reflection I didn’t really blame myself for doing so. 6942 was that good of a fuck and I couldn’t wait to take her again!

Davenport brought me back to reality. “So how are you going to convince Harkness how the iPad got damaged?”
The smug look on his face made me want to ram the damn iPad either down his throat or up his ass, whatever would shut him up faster.

“I figure something out when the time comes!” Finally remembering that i had never asked for relief, “So what the fuck are you doing here, Davenport?”

“Oh I was assigned by Harkness herself to relieve you, so you could go shower and get something to eat!”

Hearing that my stomach rumbled, I guess all the sex with 6942 made me damn hungry. Davenport came closer but thanks to the bath of coffee, the stench of sex was muted enough that he wouldn’t know that he was really relieving me of doing.

“I don’t have time for that now, I have to redo these files before Harkness calls for them!”

That was the moment that my life really went to hell!

“Oh and what happened to the files Sergeant Cartier?” Harkness dressed in prison blues  covered by a matching blazer and ‘A’ frame skirt. She moved silently on a pair of gum soled leather shoes, as if she expected to catch her guards doing something they shouldn’t be doing. Tapping her left foot, “Well Sergeant, I’m expecting an answer!”

In my head, *Of course you are you fucking bitch!* but from my mouth came, “I had an accident, spilling the flask of coffee and soaked most of the files before i could get them out of the way of the pool of coffee.

Harkness spotted the pile of files on the seat of the chair. “Well Accidents happen. Tell you what, why don’t you personally escort me to where 6942 is being housed!”

Oh fuck like I want the bitch anywhere near my ‘little girl’, but Harkness wouldn’t let it pass “I’m sure sergeant Davenport would cover for you while you escort me around!”

I don’t know what was worse, the look on Harness’s face or the smirk on Davenport’s face! I knew that I was trapped so I took the only way out I could.

“Of Course Warden Harkness. Let me get the keys to her cell!” With no choice I opened the middle drawer and took out the keys to the cells and walked around the desk. Motioning to Harkness, which way to go, I lead her to the hallway with 6942’s cell and a slight odour of sex coming in the air from the hallway.

If Harkness smelt it, she didn’t let on. As we got closer to 6942’s cell the odour got stronger. Finally I stopped in front of the cell door, the sight that greeted me as I was in front of Harkness, shocked me for I didn’t remember 6942 lying with her legs spread open. I started to panic, if Harkness saw 6942 like this then my neck was already in the hangman’s noose!

Harkness moved around me and gasped at the sight that she saw. “Well Cartier, do I have to tell you what to do? Call Davenport to get more people up here to look after 6942!” Moving to open the door that was still locked “And for god sake get this cell unlocked!”

In shock I did what she wanted, unlocking the cell door, then rushing back to Davenport. That's when I remembered that the iPad was damaged. We were cut off from the rest of the prison. Without thinking I went to the desk, rummaging around for my cell phone. Finding it, I called the prison emergency number, as the call is answered, “This is Sergeant Cartier, we have a prisoner in distress on the fourth floor Section C!” Suddenly alarms rang and the voice online with me was drowned out. I couldn’t hear anyone answering me so I cut off my phone and ran back to 6942’s cell only to find Harkness looking into 6942’s face.

“Help is on its way and I can reassure you, no one will touch you ever again!” As if hearing my return, “Well where are the medics Cartier?”

                                                                                                    To Be Continued
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Re: And To Think She's Mine For The Next Five Years (Continuation)
« Reply #46 on: September 09, 2022, 03:16:49 PM »
Well is this the true beginning of the end?                                                           

Well I hope not!
Mei mei! What a lucky girl, having such a devotedly stalker!
Wonder how he´ll get out of this,  after leaving Lisa soaked with his cum :emot_weird.gif:
Dear To-Get-Her it´s a pleasur to follow each twist of this entertaining storie!
This masterpiece is worth a brilliant finish
Great expectations :emot_thedrool.gif:
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Re: And To Think She's Mine For The Next Five Years (Continuation)
« Reply #47 on: September 26, 2022, 05:26:25 PM »
                                                                                                     Part Twenty-One

“I just called down, we’re four floors up so it’s going to take a bit of time before they get up here!”

At least I hoped so, for the moment they get here I might as well just cut my throat for the DNA evidence alone will prove that 6942 has had sex within the last few hours and I would be come the main suspect. If they took a DNA sample from me then I was looking at immediate dismissal and charges for my actions. Fuck I might as well call ole hubby and tell him everything. Not like him and that lawyer didn’t pretty well have it figured out to begin with.

Of course Harkness didn’t hold her tongue, “So care to explain?”

Of course I didn’t, but to plead the fifth I might have just come right out and say I was guilty. As it was I was thinking of what to say when the freight elevator opened and out came a few guards, the doctor and a gurney.
Upon seeing this, Harkness immediately took over everything, Ignoring me as she directed the guards to cordon off the cell, the hallway. Noticing this I slowly made my way to the rear staircase to effect my getaway, only for Harkness to call out for two of the guards to take me into custody. Fuck,  I tried to make it to the staircase  but the two came at me quicker than I anticipated.  Just as I was about to open the door, Gearlish caught me by the right shoulder and spun me around where his bulk was in my way.

His partner Myers had his restraints out “Christ Cartier, Don’t make me have to restrain you!”

I would have replied by Harkness calling out “ I want solitary cleaned out and Cartier to be placed in the middle cell cuffed to the bed until further notice!”

With that I was once more spun around, this time my hands were bound behind me by one of the plastic cable ties that many of us used inside the prison. “Christ Cartier you blew it big this time!” Meyers whispered into my right ear as he ‘cuffed’ me “Hope that piece of ass was worth your career!”

Fuck how could I explain o to these two imbeciles just how infatuated I was about 6942. How that infatuation grew the minute I sank my cock into her puss. How the limp wristed wimp of a husband inspired me to make 6942 forget all about him. I don’t think Meyers expected an answer but he got one from me “More than you will ever understand!”

Apparently Gearlish was impressed with that. As he shoved me towards the freight elevator, I tripped and fell to the floor where one of them, Gearlish, I take it. kicked me in the ribs. As it was, it was Gearlish who cried out loudly, “Get up  and walk right or so help me god!”

With no choice, I made it to the wall where I inched myself up to a standing position. The three of us made the elevator just in time to be on the first trip down. I was positioned in front of the rear exit, since solitary was the closest hallway on the basement floor.

Now was my chance to get away from here. As the elevator came to a stop I tensed up when the door started to open, I launched myself into a sprint, going directly for the hallway that led to the exit. Meyers and Gearlish can after me both swearing as the distance closed between us. They would have made it if it wasn’t for a late arrival of some guard I never saw before.  Lowering my shoulder to him, I met him in the middle of the door, knocking him backwards. One of the pair following me took the time to get his taser out and fired, missing me by millimeters but striking the guard I just hit.

“Fuck, Cartier stop or…”

I had no intention of stopping, especially when I saw Mark climbing into his pickup. I rushed to him. Mark must
have either saw something in his rearview mirror or heard Gearlish shouting out to stop me. Either way Mark opened his door and looked back towards me.

“Get that fucking pile of shit moving!”  Running as fast as I could making the back of his truck and flopping over the tailgate. “What the fuck are you waiting for asshole!”

I felt the vibration of the engine then a jolt as the truck moved backward. A sudden stop  made me roll over  to the other side as the pickup began to turn to move forward towards the gate that was now beginning to close. Mark just floored it, barely getting through the gate as the guards at the gate brought up their rifles up.

I had no idea if Mark could hear me or not! “If you stop this fucking pickup, I tell of your night with 6942 in her first stint in solitary!” Now I could really feel the momentum of the pickup increasing and saw the hydro poles flashing by as we left the prison behind. The back of the pickup was smooth  but there were two notches in the top of the sides for straps to be tied to. One was just rough enough that I tried to saw the tie holding my hands tight.

I felt the truck turn, moving me to the other side. Finding the holes on that side I kept trying to saw the tie, finally getting it parted enough that I could  break it in half, temporarily freeing my hands. Slapping on the roof of the cab, I got Mark’s attention to stop so I could get in beside him!. Like a fool he did just that, stopping on a shoulder of  the access road to the interstate.

I jumped out of the back. Moving to the passenger door. Opening it, reaching in , getting Mark’s right arm and pulling him towards me then right out onto the shoulder of the road. As he hit it, I launched a kick and got over him, climbing inside and scrunching my way across to the driver seat. Once there I mashed my foot to the pedal and tore off, spinning gravel behind me.

I didn’t stop for a good ten miles , even then stopping only long enough to check the fuel gauge, my wallet and to turn on the radio. The radio was set on some sort of dance music shit, so I pressed the button to change the frequency to an all news station where i was just in time to hear the breaking news

“Sergeant Cartier was last seen in a black pickup truck with the licence plate ‘HEYA 4269’ going west on the interstate access road. If spotted the police advise having little or no contact with him. Police aren’t sure if he’s armed but he is considered dangerous!”

Damn, I had no idea where I could go to hide out from the police, then it hit me-Nichols! He should be at the prison for a while so I had their place to hide out in.

                                                                                                                  To Be Continued
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Re: And To Think She's Mine For The Next Five Years (Continuation)
« Reply #48 on: September 30, 2022, 02:17:58 PM »
Can´t wait to read how or if he´ll come out of this and get his hands on Lisa again :emot_weird.gif:
Bravo! That´s a STORY. And THAT`S real entertainment!
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Re: And To Think She's Mine For The Next Five Years (Continuation)
« Reply #49 on: September 30, 2022, 09:21:26 PM »
I agree!!

Can't wait to see how Cartier ends up on a Tropical Island with his prize!!!

An Island with NO Extradition Treaty of course!!!



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Re: And To Think She's Mine For The Next Five Years (Continuation)
« Reply #50 on: November 02, 2022, 06:10:13 PM »
Thank you both for commenting on this only. I do have a little twist up my sleeve for our pair of mismatched lovers!

                                                                                                  Part Twenty- Two

I drove to within a block of her place, in case the cops were alerted that I was on the run and figured out where I was headed for. Nichols lived in a neighbourhood that had a strip mall fronting it, so finding a place to ditch the pick-up was no problem. I drove it behind the chink place and left the key in the ignition and got out, starting my walk to her place. I walked the block as if I belonged there, so I didn’t attract any unwarranted attention to myself.

It was your typical middle class neighbourhood complete with wooden picket fences and any god's amounts of kids and pooches. No one seemed to pay me any attention, not even the kids who were playing a game of hockey on the road. If it wasn’t for the mailbox with “The Nichols” painted on it, I would have walked right on by the white painted house. A quick look around showed me that no one was bothering with me at all.

Looking at the place, for some reason, I wasn’t surprised that the place was surrounded by a treated pine fence on either side of the place. It was easily eight feet if it was an inch! The entire front yard was fenced in by a wooden white picket fence which connected to the larger fence. Only the driveway was open on the right side of the house. Making sure no one was watching I made my way along the driveway to the one car garage and the gate that led into the backyard.

Once behind the gate I was surrounded by the fence and a hedge of Juniper trees. The backyard extended for a good fifty yards. But I was more anxious to get through the sliding patio door to get inside. Lucky for me, Adam apparently didn’t believe that his home would be invaded from the backyard, for the sliding door was unlocked. Giving me easy access to the place.

I didn’t hesitate after getting inside, I went to the fridge in search of  a beer. Apparently Mr. Boy Scout was either out or he didn’t drink, so I wound up settling for a glass of water that came out a bottle with a Frenchie sounding name. A quick spin through the first floor, proved to me that Adam Nichols was to straight laced to drink, do drugs, hell I’ll bet a thousand fucks with 6942 that he needed to read or watch porn to get it up enough to do the old wife.
I went up the stairs to what I was really interested in- her bedroom. I found it, the second door from the upper end of the steps, at least I thought it was it, for there was still a gentle hint of her scent in the closed closet I checked out. Hell even after being incarcerated in Havenwood for the last six months I could envision her standing in front of the full length mirror on the closet door, naked as she dressed in whatever she was going to wear that day.

Just the thought of standing behind her naked form was enough to make my cock harden up like a piece of steel. Making my way to what I considered to be a dresser, I opened a few drawers before coming across what I wanted-  her lace panties! I didn’t hesitate, opening my fly and digging my hard cock out of it, I used the panties to jerk off a fast one. No sooner had I sprayed the floor in front of me with my cum than I realized that I was hungry.

Making my way back to the kitchen, I managed to make myself a plate of scrambled eggs and a couple pieces of toast after finding a frypan  and some bread. I ate them while watching the local 24 hour news channel, which had a picture of me, the pickup truck and of course the bullshit that Harkness was spouting about me and an identified inmate. Fuck it was all I could do to control my temper when Harkness looked into the camera and gave her plea to me to turn myself in while events were still being investigated.

Without thinking, “Oh yeah bitch. I’ll do just that and hand my balls to Davison when I go back, since I won’t be needing them anytime in the next few years!” I just caught myself in time from throwing my plate at the screen as the picture changed to the blonde newsreader.  For the first time since bolting Havenwood, I was sated and sitting in semi comfort, maybe that was what made me nod off, for when I woke up the little clock on the upper right hand corner of the picture on the TV was reading 4:24 PM.

If as I expected, old Adam was at Havenwood, he should be kicked out soon, since visiting hours were ten to five daily. Knowing Harkness like I do, I can’t see her allowing anyone who isn’t an employee or an inmate of Havenwood to stay past those hours. Ole Adam would be home soon. I went back into the living room and took a seat so that I could watch the driveway in comfort.

A little after an hour later, a car pulled up into the driveway. As he got out  of the driver’s seat, I got up and made
my way to the front door expecting him to come in that way. But the fucker must have been thinking about me, for he came in the side door and almost caught me flatfooted. I just got into position to block a frontal attack upon me. As it was I wasn’t expecting ole Adam to play dirty, kicking his left leg out straight and getting my dead in the crotch.

I was down, holding my crotch as Adam came in closer to me. He didn’t use his first, no choosing to launch kick after kick at my ribs, head and crotch. At least three times I felt my head snap back from the force of his shooed foot striking my head. I was seeing triple of him, which made it really impossible to block all his kicks. At least two more made contact with my crotch and four more made my chin snap  as they landed.

Things went black and I floundered on the floor. Only coming too too find myself tied spread-eagled to the legs of the couch. My legs were free but refused to answer my mental command to kick out. I slurred my speech, when I was able to get my vocal cords to work.

Of course ole Adam didn’t have any problem saying things to me from a chair he sat in at the right end of the couch, the one I used to watch for him to return home.

“You fucking bastard!, I should slit your throat right here and now for what you did to my Lisa. Just hearing her
voice cut though the fag of daze in my head! “What, I only did what God invented her for!”

Adam was up and between my legs so fast that I never had time to get my legs closed before his right foot crushed my balls to the bottom of my skull again. The pain was unbearable and I must have blacked out once more. When I can back around Adam was in my face.

“You bastard, the prison doctors are not sure that Lisa will ever be able to have children thanks to your actions with her!”

Flippantly, “Oh what are you and heard upset about, no little you running around. Seems I did the world a favor!”  That earned me an open plan strike to the right side of my face, snapping my head to the left and causing my eyes to scramble once more.

“For your fucking sake Cartier, I hope that Lisa is only traumatized by what you did to her all these months!”

                                                                                                     To Be Concluded
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Re: And To Think She's Mine For The Next Five Years (Continuation)
« Reply #51 on: November 02, 2022, 08:51:49 PM »
So the spurned cuckold has a chance to show he can beat up a helpless inmate.......

Like where I think this might be headed!!!

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Re: And To Think She's Mine For The Next Five Years (Continuation)
« Reply #52 on: November 04, 2022, 07:33:32 PM »
What a twist!
Cartier will never again have the balls to screw her!
Please don´t leave us hanging like this for long!
Get well soon and continue
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« Reply #53 on: March 22, 2023, 07:52:28 PM »
And after a long delay- the conclusion

I pretended not to have heard what Adam said and kept my comeback to myself. In my mind things like *What did I do to her besides show her what a real man is like?*. *What are you pissed that I gave her what you couldn’t?*.

Each time I thought about being with 6942, my cock started to harden, something that old Adam must have noticed, since for the third time since he got back here his right foot smashed into my crotch!

“Don’t you even think about Lisa or I swear I’ll crush your balls and feed them to you!”

I didn’t look up at him, nor did I cry out in pain. I wasn’t going to give him any satisfaction of knowing that he hurt me. I really thought he was going to kick me again but a voice in the hallway stopped him instantly.

“Daddy?”

The voice of a young female, that made Adam turn snow white. Suddenly Adam raced to the living room , closing the door as he went through it, But not before I heard “Caroline”  After that I could hear voices out behind the door but they were muffled. Time passed before the door opened again and Adam came back inside  and threatened me.

“If you value your life you’ll keep quiet, until I have you in the basement, you bastard!”

My voice was still slurred a bit but I managed to get out “Ah what are you ashamed to introduce you kids to mommy’s new lover”

That earned me another kick to the side of the head which made me blackout. When I came too once more I was sitting up against a cold, brick wall, my arms tied behind my back while my legs were tied together, directly in front of me! Trying to turn my head, I could only see about a few feet away from me to either side of me.

The room I was in was mostly dark, which limited my ability to see anything in detail. I tried to call out but there was something either covering my mouth or inside it, the sound I made was muffled. It was like I was bound in isolation, almost like 6942. At least she had visitors, I was all alone with no hope of getting out.

There was a small flash of light higher up, then a small light came on about a foot in front of me. Sounds which couldn’t be anything but footsteps on stairs coming down came to my ears. Then good ole  Adam appeared in front of me, calling out to someone who was still upstairs.

“He’s conscious and there is no way he can harm you Lisa!”

No Fucking way! There was no way she could be here! Harkness may have bought her story about me but even she didn’t have the power to release 6942 out of Havenwood. Fuck Adam must have been hoping that i would break down, but I was more man than he ever appeared to be. Besides with my mouth blocked I couldn’t give him any response.

More footsteps, these ones lighter in weight. Before long a new form appeared in front of me and I was fucking shocked when 6942 looked down at me.

“Hello Sergeant Cartier or should I call you ‘daddy’ you fucker!”

With Adam holding her hand 6942 reached out her right leg and placed it hard onto my crotch, then  stepping down in a twisting motion she ground my cock against my pubic bone. An explosion of pain came to me, tears started streaming from my eyes. She had given me many feelings in the last few months but this was a new one from her.

“How do you like how I’m playing with your cock now Daddy?”

A sadistic smile on her face! An equal sadistic smile plastered on Adam’s face. “Just show you are aware I’m going to be the last woman you will ever have sex with you bastard!”

From somewhere her left hand came out holding a filleting knife which the light from the lone bulb glinted off of. That was the first time I had ever seen anything but fear in her eyes. She pulled her leg back, reliving some of my pain.

“So do you think I should be lenient to you after what you did to me?”  Something in the way she said it made me shudder inside.

“Now Lisa I thought that we agreed that he wouldn’t suffer any psychological damage before you carried out your ultimate revenge on him?”

What the hell was 6942 going to do? She had to be aware that old Adam couldn’t stop me from doing anything to her if I got loose from being bound. Whatever it was apparently she felt empowered, for she came closer and reached out with her right hand towards my crotch. Grabbing the zipper, she pulled it down then inserted her hand into the opening and fished my cock out.

Wrapping her right hand around my cock she started an up and down motion which my cock responded to by hardening even through the fear she was trying her best to produce. When my cock stood out like a flagpole, She got even closer as if she planned to take my cock into her mouth. That was when, there was a feeling of cold metal against the tip of my cock then an  explosion of pain from my cock as the cold metal travelled through the urethra.
My eyes could believe what I was seeing before my vision was obscured by tears and I blacked out from the excruciating pain in my cock. Something warm flowed all over my crotch and soaked my thighs.

When I came too I was surrounded by people in scrubs, their faces covered in surgical masks. Most refused to look at me as I laid on my back under a bright series of lights. One person, an old guy with black horn rimmed glasses, lowered his mask  and actually tried to speak to me.

“I’m sorry Sergeant Cartier, there was too much extensive damage to save your penis! We were left with no choice but to amputate it or risk major infection!”

I had no idea what he was saying. Looking too the masked faces around me hoping that one of them would speak to me in plain English, I got a feeling that something wasn’t right in the area of my crotch. I tried to raise my head so I could see my crotch, I was impeded by an old grey haired broad, pushing my shoulders back down to the pillow underneath my head. A sudden prick point and once more I was drifting back to an unconscious state.

When I did come back to reality, I had no idea how long I was out for.  There was nothing that I could get a time and more importantly a date from. Even the stuck up little bitches nurses who came in to take my vitals signs refused to talk to me. If it wasn’t for a window who’s drapes were parted a bit, I would have no idea about the passage of time. Even the meal routine was so regimented that I could only tell what kind of meal would be placed on the sliding table in front of me.

One morning the doctor came in flanked by two guys wearing suits that reeked to me as detectives and a guy with a leather briefcase who had shyster written all over him from head to toe of his pointed wingtip shoe. The Doctor made introductions and I was right about the detectives but when LLoyd Bannerstan introduced himself as my court appointed lawyer.

One of the detectives, let’s call him Tweedledum, started his spiel and that was when events started to return to my memory.

“So Mr. Cartier,  you have already been indicted on charges against one Lisa Nichols, stemming from your abuse of position over her at Havenwood Prison!”

“Oh get on with it, I’m well aware of what she claims I did to her, just tell me why I’m not in a detention cell instead of lying here in a hospital bed!”

“Because of the grievous assault on your persons by Mrs. Nichols!” Looking to the doctor then the other two before continuing. “I’m just going to come right out with it Mr. Cartier, she fileted your cock in two pieces like it was a frankfurter. The medical staff tried their best to save your cock but in the end they felt there was no amputate it!

“You fucking liar!”  But then the garbled words came back to me. And for the first time I actually  lifted the blanket high enough to see a clear tube between my legs where my cock once was!

“The fucking bitch!” as realty sank in fully. “I never thought she would have the courage to do anything by let me fuck her!”

After that I gave into a major depression, remembering the time I had 6942 between her legs as she cried. Now who was the one to shed tears!

Things happened fast after that, I came to trial and even when She testified against me, I sat there wishing that she had outright killed me! Even when the judge sentenced me to the maximum sentence he could give, no emotion passed my face.

No even when my cellmate made me his little bitch did any emotions cross my face. I was truly dead inside thanks to what my ‘little girl’ did to her daddy!

                                                                                                      The End
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Re: And To Think She's Mine For The Next Five Years (Concluded)
« Reply #54 on: March 24, 2023, 03:44:47 PM »
So this is really an un-happyend for my dream couple. :emot_weird.gif:
But a fitting finale for this twisting storie.
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Re: And To Think She's Mine For The Next Five Years (Concluded)
« Reply #55 on: March 26, 2023, 07:25:31 AM »
Good story, made me wince, smile and even laugh in some places. You’ve got a gift of making a scene like. The end was surprising and can’t get the plastic tube out of my head. Good stuff! I’ve sent a merit already to ya.