Chapter 2: The Devil You Know

Reflections

A week after my release, Kevin shared a video clip with me that was smuggled out of the women’s prison and leaked to the internet. It was dark and grainy and clearly recorded from an unauthorized cell phone. The frame jerked around showing a group of surly women in gray jumpsuits, crowded within a confined, poorly lit room.

“Hi, Carter!” a female narrator called out, “say hi to the bitches of cell block B!” There was a chorus of laughs and greetings from the waving inmates, and then the frame jerked around until he saw the face of the recorder. She didn’t say her name but she looked to be in her 40’s or fifties and was salty as hell from her demeanor. “We wanted to show you what we like to call a Salem Witch trial!”

The camera jerked around once more and showed a curious scene. Two metal bed frames side by side were placed in the center of the room. Blankets covered the springs in place of actual mattresses. Bent over the iron foot rail of each was a naked female, with their hands tied behind their backs. Their feet were bound to either bed rail leg by their ankles and their faces were held down by several strong hands.

The camera moved again and approached their downward faces. “Do you recognize these two depraved little cunts?” One of the women’s hair was pulled, lifting her face up to face the camera. “Say hello to Debby Costas,” her tear-stained dirty face was shoved back into the bed, “and Taylor!” the younger girl was treated with equal disdain as her head was lifted and then shoved back into the blanket. The camera moved back quickly until both beds were in view with both women splayed before him.

“Now first we have to see how these bitches ... I mean ‘witches’, mount their broomsticks,” my eyes bulged as two thick mop handles appeared. One was shoved into each of their gaping pussies causing a chorus of painful screams. The women holding the mops began shoving them in and out of each woman while two others stripped out of their jumpsuits and climbed onto a bed each. Both Costas women’s faces were lifted once more while the naked inmates positioned themselves with their pussies directly beneath them. They each then grabbed handfuls of blonde hair and pulled their faces down until their mouths were pressed tightly into a crotch.

“Then we begin the fun,” I watched with open amazement as several hands began smacking each ass, repeatedly. Each of the inmates took their turns delivering the mother of all ass beatings to the two bound women. Their screams were muffled by the moans and jeers of the other women gathered around.

Then the camera spun back to the narrator’s grinning face. “I’d show you more but I’m up next,” she laughed, “and since I’m looking at a month of PSEG when this video gets out, well I’m gonna get me my due if you know what I mean.” She winked and turned the camera back to the spanking/gang bang/orgy and yelled, “Say bye girls!”

“Bye girls!” I heard and then the video went dark.

“Holy shit!” I breathed as Kevin chuckled.

“Want a copy?” he asked

I just gaped at him and nodded.

Present

When I woke up after my usual 5-6 hours of sleep, Trinity had rolled over and was now burrowed into me. Her small nose was pressed into my jaw and I felt her soft lips twitching slightly as if she were whispering or kissing someone in her sleep. Feeling them touch the skin of my neck sent shivers down my back. She had kicked her left leg over my waist and I felt the warmth of her groin against my thigh. Against my wishes, my dick began to swell and straighten.

Fuck! I had to get out of here quickly. I gently rolled away from her and sat up on the side of the bed. This alerted Travis that I was ready and able to let him outside, so he effected his exit by simply rolling off the bed onto his feet. Trinity remained sound asleep so I led us out, closing the bedroom door behind me.

It had snowed all night apparently because there was another 5-6” accumulated. I started a pot of coffee while the dog went about his business. Spring was only 2 months away but Winter didn’t seem to want to go away gently.

Once Travis came back in and attacked his breakfast I went to the office and began googling larger homes. I didn’t know how much money I had left, but I figured it was at least a couple hundred thousand. Especially with that unexpected ‘gift’ from Bianca. So, I surfed casually for a while until I found myself returning to several different manufactured homes websites. They were like mobile homes but classier. Prebuilt and delivered in two or three sections to your site. They were put together and hooked up to your utilities and ... presto! Instant home. I also wanted to have a wood-burning stove to help extend my supply of natural gas.

Just for fun I composed an email to Kevin and asked him about my current financial situation. I also included several pictures of a triple-wide unit that was listed for $389K, asking him, ‘Can I afford this?’ I refilled my coffee and decided to clear some of the snow with the truck. By the time I had plowed up to the county road, it was light out so I returned home to start breakfast.

Trinity was still asleep so I started with the batter for the waffles I had become addicted to. Never having real waffles in prison made me especially hungry for them when I spent my first night at the Westin as a free man. I remember the free continental breakfast and was awestruck by all the food there. And they had this do-it-yourself waffle machine that I figured out by watching a 10-year-old make his. I made and ate 4 of them that morning, with all the fixings there—strawberries, chocolate chips, bananas, whipped cream, and syrup. I was so amazed you could have locked me up in that room for life and I’d have been happy.

It was probably the sizzling bacon that woke her up and brought her out sniffing and yawning. She mumbled good morning and then apologized again for the previous evening. I pulled her into my arms and hugged her tightly. “Hey,” I said, “the most important part of my job description as your Guardian is to protect you.” She hugged me back and then rested her chin on my chest so she could look up at my face dreamily. “And I take the responsibility quite seriously.”

“Mmm,” she mumbled half asleep, and kissed my chest before pulling away to sit at the table, “will we always get to eat this good?” she asked.

“That depends on how well you cook,” I replied with a grin.

“I hope you are a patient teacher then.”

With your current finances, you could probably afford this. Kevin replied and included a picture of some old-world castle perched on a cliff and surrounded by scenic gardens. I picked up my phone and called him.

Trinity asked if she could go out and plow the rest of the clearing with the ATV so I returned to the office to research some more.

“Hey Carter, how did your first night as a dad go?” he asked.

I told him about her dreams and how we wound up sleeping together. He badgered me good-naturedly about it before getting to the point.

“Your investments are going quite well,” he claimed, “if I pulled everything but your original money down ... you’d have about four and a half mil ... after taxes.”

My jaw hit the floor. “Whoa!”

“Yeah, and that’s not including that little ‘gift’ that you brought from, wherever it was that I don’t want to know about,” he continued, “my hormonally driven spouse about creamed herself sorting and counting all of it. There were 8 bundles of hundred-dollar bills. That’s 1000 notes in 10 separate bands, for a total of $800,000 cash alone. There were 142 one-ounce gold coins worth about another $200 grand. There were 20 Bearer Bonds worth a cool Mil and we haven’t even figured out what the 113 diamonds are worth. Rach says most of them are 2-3 carats each. And she probably will fuck your brains out for the one that is over twice that size.”