A New Day, A New You part 9 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 9

... unconscious. I move over him and grab the dirty blonde hair on his head holding it up and when he fully sees me I smash him in the mouth again. That punch knocked out a tooth, the next one I know a molar or two left his mouth and he’s barely able to defend himself. I stand up and grab the blanket winding it up into a tight wrap and hook it around his neck before dragging him over to the toilet. Jail fact, toilets don’t have water in them unless you flush and then it drains completely. Our shared toilet however is full, I clogged it earlier with our pillow cases before removing the pillows altogether. Joshua is gasping for air and when he sees the water he tries to hold his face out but my foot on the back of his head while holding the neck choker I made push him down to his ears. Struggling, panicking, fear and finally I let him up for air which he gasps for as I lean him backwards and use a free hand to hammer his ribs. He clutches his side and I put him right back into the toilet. I see him struggle and I have no sympathy, this isn’t torture this is justice. Only Guy knows the reason I went to work for him, a lot of the crew think he approached me and they’re wrong I went to him. I hurt people, it’s what I do but with Guy I hurt the right people. I release the neck wrap and punch Josh in the kidney watching him fall out of the toilet coughing and gasping for air. I like the confusion, he wants air because he was drowning but breathing hurts from bruised ribs and general ...

... torso pain. I watch as he begins to crawl away before kicking him in the side. I watch him crawl away from me scared and in pain a foot or two before dragging him by the leg back to me and pin him down with my knee in his back. “Stop….. Please…. Stop….,” Joshua begs me with blood dripping out of his mouth. “Did Michelle beg you to stop? Did Tania? They did didn’t they. Did you stop when they begged you to,” I ask and hear his sob of fear. Do I enjoy this, not as much as my sister would but a little bit. I stand up taking my knee off his back and watch him try to crawl under the bed. I drag him back to the toilet by his hair and watch him grab hold of the sides to keep me from pushing his face in the water. Old trick, I grab his ankles and pull back fast which has his body go in the air for a split moment before slamming down to the concrete cell floor. A thud followed by a groan that turns into more pained sobbing. I stalk him as he crawls away again this time wrapping his body around the base of the toilet to protect himself. It’s almost sad to me but I pull him off with cries of mercy and stand him up to see me. I raise my fist one last time and hit him so hard I tear his ‘muscle’ sleeveless shirt. He hits the floor like a dead body, I check and sure enough he’s not dead. I put him on the bed and cover him with the blankets before walking up to the cell door and taking a key out of my pocket unlock it and step out. Down the hall and out the opposite door from the one he came ...