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Turn of Fate
"Prisoner number 0275684. Step Forward!"
Devon Reynolds saw the door of his cell slide open. His heart was packed with adrenelin as he grabbed his things and stepped out for the last time. That asswipe screw Johnson walked up.
"Let's go Reynolds. I can't wait to get your sorry ass out of my cell." Hey Charlie.. Make sure this pukes cell is hosed down. I'm sick.of his stink."
"Sure will Sarge." Came a reply from another guard close by.
Devon wasn't stupid. He walked.past the guard like he wasn't there. Ignoring the taunt.
"See You.. Later." Was all he said. He meant it.
Half an hour later Devon stood at the bottom of the steps in front of Arizona State Prisons spanish facade. Hell with a pretty face. After five years in hell he wanted two things. Some Ex & a hot bitch.
"Mr, Reynolds?" Said the pasty suit next to a nearby honda. The suit was smiling holding out it's hand.
I'm Phillip Deveroux. I have been assigned by the court as your parole officer. I've also gotten you a place to live and a job.Considering what faces most parolees. I'd say you owe me. Hop in. Let's go get a burger. I'm starving."
"Take me to a titty bar will ya Deveroux? Ain't even smelled nookie for five years." Devon said while fastening his sesat belt.
"It's Mister Deveroux. No can do convict. You so much as spit on the sidewalk and you come back here. I personally have the distinct honor of watching you piss in a bottle once a week. One drink convict. Get me? But I'm not heartless. Here. " Deveroux handed Devon a shoe box. Inside Devon saw a pack of cigaretts, $100.00 cash. A key and a monthly bus pass.
"It's part of a state rehab program for new parolees. Gives you a foothold."
"Fuck you." Devon spat as he lit a smoke. Rolled down the window and tasted freedom.
Two weeks later Devon Reynolds almost wanted to be back in the can. "Ten years of this shit? Fuck that."
Phil Deveroux sat across his desk from the new parolee. Freshly emboldened from a stiff drink before the meeting and a promised orgasm from his wife. It had been so long!
"I know Devon it's normal. Look. You're staying clean. Dave Parker is very impressed down at the store. Things are looking up!" He smiled at his charge.
"Dude! Don't piss on my leg & tell me it's rainin. Dave Parker is just a piece if shit. And so's that no where punkass job!"
"Yeah. I know. There is a program I Might be able to get you in. It can reduce your parole and even get you in training for a real career. Sorenson Sensitivity Center. They're out of state. Six months volentary stay with successful psyche profile. Takes five years off."
"Shiiiit Phil. Sensitivity Training? Jesus Christ Almighty! "
"Look at it this way Devon. You were sentenced to fifteen years. You're out in five with five to keep clean instead of ten. Think about it."
Phil watched the gears spinning. Across the desk. Reynolds was a sociopath. But he wasn't stupid."
"Aww fuck it Deveroux. Whatever! When do I start."
"I'll call you tomorrow."
"Yes Goddess he did."
"He just left. I was about to finalize the transfer."
"Thank you Goddess. I can't wait. I.love you too. Bye bye."
As Phillip Deveroux hung up the phone. He leaned over his desk moaning from the clench in his pants. This would indeed be a special night. She called him whore five times.
"KNOCK KNOCK!
"BAM! BAM! BAM!"
"Awright fuckimcoming!" Devon opened his door having been roused from sleep by the pounding.
Phil Deveroux stood there holding two starbucks. He stepped inside sans invitation.
"Morning. Here." He shoved the coffee into Devon's hand.
"Fuck you. Phil." Devon mock toasted the suit & put the coffee to his lips. "Eat shit!" Devons look said.
"Yeah convict I think the world-o-you too. And your welcome. Ya got half an hour to get ready. I got you into S.S.T. Pulled a lot of strings." He lied.
"Gotta say Phil. For a dick you sure work fast. So where is this place? This SSI gig?"
"Northern New Mexico. Up in the.mountains. Never been there but I hear it's nice."
"From prison tova fuckin funny farm. Phil. I swear if you're fuckin me I'll.. "
"Do what convict?" Phil Deveroux may have issues with submission but not here. You got two directions pal! You are prime to go right back in that hole where we both know you belong. Or get with the fucking program. Your threats don't impress me." Phil smiled. Pulling open his jacket. Behind the badge on his inner pocket was a full shoulder holster. He closed his jacket. Took a sip of coffee. "Let's get goin. The limo's waiting."
"Limo? Why did'nt you say so."
An hour later, Devon Reynolds was the lone passenger in the locked back seat of a Cadillac limosine. Headed north up I-17. To a new destiny.
Twenty four hours later the wreckage of a charred limosine was winched up the 50 foot cliff on the side of a dirt road off of highway 63 in the Sangre De Cristo wildrness. The fire that followed the explosion.burned so hot that there were no identifiable remains. Forensic investigation discovered fragments of two Arizona ID's. Of those they retrieved only one name. Devon Fredrick Reynolds.
Dreams of pain. Pleasure. "NO! NO! PLEASE!" "Oh yes don't ever stop!"
Visions of glorious womb. Heaven. Peace. Solice. "YES!"
"surrender"
"worship"
"whore"
"hold"
"release"
"stay"
"come"
"down"
"up"
"open"
"close"
"suck“
"swallow"
"beg"
"present"
"OBEY"...
He wakes often. Screaming silently. Agonized by cursed erections. Taunted by the demonesses never ending revenge. The cage unlocking tears away the silence. A finger snaps. The chained hooded form slowly emerges from the coffin sized cage that is his only reprieve from the tortures.
The crop slices across his lower back. There are no words. Only pained exhortation to move in a given direction.
Ten lashes later he is stopped. Forced to his knees. The hood is renoved. Before his eyes is a large erect cock.
"Open."
Tears flow down the same face that helplessly complies.
"Suck whore.“
His agony compells him.
He is unable to rebel.
He.
Must.
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Live the Dream, Embrace the Nightmare.
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