Chapter Fifty-Nine #4
Kemper wraps his arms around my waist from behind, kissing my neck while he rumbles his sexy little chuckles into me. “You’re mucho loco, husband, and I’m here for every minute of it.”
Grinning, I bite my lip as I grind my ass against his crotch, and pout, “Baby, I’m leaving in a few days… We’ll be apart for like a week.”
“Mmm… what am I gonna do without you here being all beautiful and sexy and distracting?”
“Probably get a lot of work done,” I chirp. “And jerk off.”
He snorts, biting my shoulder. “Jerking off doesn’t work anymore.”
“Oh no, is your dick broken?” I tease, and he growls.
“No, fresh thing.” He grabs a rough fistful of my ass, squeezing until I squeak. “I’m saying it doesn’t compare to the feeling of pumping into that sweet, tight body…”
“Fuck…” I whisper, breathless and dizzy.
“Maybe I should fill you up—I mean, get my fill of you while I still can,” he rasps, toying with my earlobe between his lips.
“God, yes… Breed me, Officer,” I purr when his hands slips into my pants.
“You want me to fuck that sweet spot ’til you’re coming all over yourself, Luscious?”
“Mmff… Yes, please.”
“Good boy.” He wraps his fist around my thickening shaft, stroking slow, but tight. “You gonna be quiet so the crew doesn’t hear?”
“Probably not…” I croon, and he chuckles.
“It’s okay. I can always stuff your sexy little panties in your mouth.”
“Fffuck, Kemper…”
I’m naked before the garage door is even closed all the way.
And my husband is lubing up his big cock, drilling it into me deep. Fucking me against my work bench, all the tools clanging around inside with his fierce thrusts.
Barely ten minutes later, and I’m ready to blow.
“Fucking come for me, husband,” he pants. “Squeeze on it… fuuck, baby, just like that.”
“Mmm… mmm” I groan from behind my jock that he did, in fact, stuff into my mouth.
“God damn, Luscious, your gonna make your husband come in you… You want it, baby?”
I nod fast. “Mmm… mm mmm.”
He chuckles breathlessly, gripping my hips and fucking my ass until we both erupt.
Together. With him fisting my hair and growling into my neck, and me sobbing unintelligible things with a jockstrap in my mouth.
Many heavy, panting moments of coming down later, he tugs it out, rumbling, “I love you so damn much, Dascha Kemper.”
“I love you even more… Officer Husband,” I croak, and he laughs, kissing me over and over.
Kemper has to get dressed and get back to work, but I get to strut naked into the house like a sexy prince and go take a bath.
While I’m soaking in he tub, my mind wanders over all the things that have happened since my arrest. The way my life has changed since that fateful day when I hastily attempted to rob Municipal Credit Union, because I was desperate to get out.
Out of my life, out of the madness I was already living in every day in my own mind.
It’s weird to think that my going to prison made my life better… But it did.
I have a family now, a husband I wouldn’t have without that place.
An entire life that wouldn’t exist had it not been for Alabaster Penitentiary…
“Why are we doing this again?” Luthor complains. Already, and we just stepped inside.
“I told you, I need to get my journal,” Byron mutters. “It’s in my cell. I can’t leave it behind, it has all of my craziest moments in it.”
“And you’re afraid someone’s gonna read it?” Luthor huffs. “No one’s here, bro.”
“No, dumbass, I don’t wanna have to start over.” Kang says pointedly while we make the trek into the rubble of Alabaster Pen.
In search of his journal, apparently.
I was wary of coming back in here. Not only is it dangerous after the fall, but it holds a lot of fucked up memories.
At the same time, I think it’ll be good to see it again… To be in here, one last time. To get some closure.
To say goodbye.
“Man… it’s somehow even creepier in here now,” Felix mumbles, aiming his flashlight around at the piles of debris everywhere.
“Oh God… I’m having flashbacks of touching The Ivory’s dick and it immediately leading to death and destruction like some kind of ancient cock curse,” Ren shivers. “Let’s just find Byron’s diary and get out of here.”
“Okay, it’s not a diary. I’m not an eight year old girl.” Byron grunts. “It’s a journal.”
“So you’re a twelve-year-old girl?” Luthor snickers, and I snort.
“Fuck all the way off,” Byron rumbles.
Our footsteps echo in the quiet, dark halls, illuminated only by our flashlights, and those occasional red emergency lights that make everything way more ominous.
We trudge through water and muck and caked blood, through what’s left of the East. Then solitary.
I hear voices… Only this time it’s not a hallucination, telling me bad things.
They’re memories.
“Open your eyes, inmate.”
My friends are bickering, as they do, the five of us moving down this hallway I haven’t seen in a while… But even all wrecked and ruined, it still feels exactly the same.
“Against the wall, 101.”
“Au contraire, Mr. Reznikov. I believe you’re exactly where you belong.”
I can still hear them, the memories… somewhere between reality and the distorted.
“Stop… I don’t want this.”
“God, Dash, come with me…”
We move through the long corridors of this confusing place. This dark place, this haunted place. Whether you believe in that sort of thing or not, Alabaster Penitentiary has always been haunted by many ghosts…
“I missed you…”
“You don’t need to ask me for anything, Luscious. I’ll give it to you, regardless.”
“I told you, I know you, Dascha. More than you think…”
We pass the room where Ren cornered me and sucked my dick.
“He’s mine… he just doesn’t know it yet.”
“I need you to be like a… proxy.”
Then we reach the cellblock. There’s much less damage up here, though of course it’s there. As are the remnants of war, shell casings, blood stains, empty boxes of ammo littering the floor.
“Remember your place here, 101. You’re a number, not a person…”
“Have you been buying him things, Harley?”
Byron rushes down the row, making a beeline into his cell while the rest of us follow slowly.
Maybe I am the darkness… But I don’t think so. I think I could help him. I want to help him.
“Sweet candy Luscious… Tell me what you want.”
“Such a shame,” Ren grumbles, striding inside his cell. “All that awesome stuff I accumulated gone to waste.”
“As I said, things you would’ve been doing regardless,” Luthor sing-songs, and Ren feigns outrage,
But they’re both grinning as Ren drops a kiss on Luthor’s lips. “Only for you now, beautiful boy.”
“Only you, Officer.”
“We had some good times in here, didn’t we?” Ren purrs while he and Luthor feel each other up.
“That we did, sweet flame…”
I grin as I wander away, down the row, past where Byron is digging for his journal.
“Byron, what’s the word of the day?”
“Canoodling.”
Their rumbling voices echo from up the row. Ren’s booms of laughter.
“Come at me, Lexington!”
I reach the end of the row, stepping inside the last cell. Our cell. My chin tips as I look around at these walls of crumbling concrete that hold every memory that brought us to right now.
“Heads up. You’ve got a new roomie…”
I grip the bar of our bunk bed.
“I’m Lexington, or Lex. But everyone in here calls me Luthor.”
“Crazy how it feels like it’s been years, right?” Luthor murmurs, stepping inside the cell with me. “Since we were last in here…”
“Yea,” I hum. Just hearing and seeing and remembering so much of our history.
“Days of our Guantanamo lives.”
“You’re stuck in here, just like we all are!”
“You’re really going to leave everything behind… for me?”
“I have nothing that I want as much as I want you.”
“You’re my best friend, Luthor.”
“Found it!” Kang hollers.
Luthor smiles, patting me on the shoulder. “Still not trying to cop a feel,” he teases, and winks.
I laugh as we wander back out. Up the row, and out of the cellblock. Through the other side, we go through general population this time, past the showers, filing into the caf one last time.
I like having a glimpse inside his damaged mind…
“Wow… I didn’t think it was possible for this room to suck even more than it did,” Byron huffs.
“I don’t even know who I am or what’s happening and it’s your fucking fault!”
“You’ll be alright, Dash. You know who you are.”
“I met you guys right here,” I mumble to Byron and Ren, pointing at our table.
“And we didn’t tell you the cheese in your sandwich was moldy right… here,” Luthor giggles.
I walk over to the table, running my fingers along the grimy surface. “And this is where I saw you for he first time, Darcey.” I grin at Felix, who lights up.
“Don’t forget me! Please…”
“You’re welcome, Dash. Don’t forget us.”
“Kemper, don’t… forget…”
I take a seat at the table, and the guys sit down with me. The five of us, just sitting in silence at our table. And suddenly, I can hear the noise, as if the room is full once more.
Inmates talking, eating, laughing, and fighting. Guards shouting at us for the two-minute warning.
Loud memories replace the quiet while we sit, for the last time. No longer prisoners, no longer shackled to this building, this island, to him.
We’re free, from all of it.
This is… the end.
“Just because we’re broken, it doesn’t mean we need them to put us back together.”
I hear the music from earlier… Colson playing Heathens on his acoustic guitar, while we all sat around the fire and sang along. A group of misfits who made it through hell and back, who found friendship, love, and acceptance… in the Pen.
Humming along, I look around at my best friends. My brothers.
And they join me, because we, too, made it through the storm.
Our chaotic beginning, Alabaster Penitentiary, has come to its beautiful end.
And now we get to live.
Through the dark tunnel, we’ve reached the light at the end.
Bruised and bloody, we crawled out.
Smiling, because we’re free.
The End.