Revenge For Chris's s****r (Epilogue to &quot - Sex Stories

Revenge For Chris's s****r (Epilogue to &quot

... tried to hush her, comforting her the best that he could. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’ll be okay.” Cody couldn’t stand it; he got up and went to his room. I got up and followed him, leaving Dad and Donna alone. I heard Cody slam his door before I’d even gotten to the hallway. And heading for the door that led to my basement, I heard his furious yells as he began beating up his punching bag. Chapter 4: The Plan Back in my room I was taking giant bong rips to steady my nerves. Rage, red-hot blazing poisonous rage was flooding my mind. Tyson had finally crossed a line that there was no going back over. I was itching to get in my car right now, find that nigga, and crush his fucking skull to pieces. But was it really worth going back to prison though? But now as the weed was kicking in, I started thinking back to my time in prison. No one outside those walls knew that on three different occasions in there, I had gotten hold of three of the inmates. One was a c***d m*****er, and the other two, like Tyson, had ****d teenage girls. r****ts and p*******es were two of the types of people I hated with a passion, and hearing them boast about the shit they had done sent me into a fury. I got hold of each of them in turn, beat them within an inch of their pathetic lives, and decided to give each of them a taste of their own medicine. My fat 11-inch dick wreaked bl**dy havoc on their assholes. And I LIKED it; I got pleasure from torturing men who had taken away a c***d’s innocence; their ...

... screaming was music to my ears. And now that Tyson had become one of those sorry excuses of men, especially since his victim was my own s****r, I wanted to do the same to him… I looked up from my bong to see Cody standing in front of me. He was breathing heavily, sweating from taking out his anger on his punching bag, and still glowering dangerously. Without a word, I handed him the bong and my lighter and he took a hit. “What the fuck are we gonna do, b*o?” he said, exhaling smoke. “I wanna KILL that motherfucker, but I don’t think I wanna end up in jail, man.” “I know what I’m gonna do,” I said quietly. “I ain’t gonna kill him, but that nigga gonna WISH he was dead when I’m finished with him.” Cody sat down next to me. “Whatever you plan on doing, I want a part of it!” he snarled. As he took another hit from the bong I said coldly, “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a goddamn tooth, nigga. Simple as that.” He immediately realized what I meant by that, and taken aback, started choking on his smoke. “Are you fuckin’ serious, dude?” he said with watering eyes. “You mean you plan on…on…” “That’s fuckin’ right, k** b*****r,” I said with absolutely no feeling of remorse, with no sign of humor. Cody stared at me, transfixed. “You are one SICK motherfucker,” he said. And then a truly evil grin spread across his face. “But that’s what makes you one cool ass big b*****r. I’m fuckin’ in!” “Ditto.” We looked up and Dad had appeared again. “I haven’t gotten a chance to take a swing at him, ...