I was given permission to post this story over here. I hope you all enjoy it. This is part one. ENJOY!
Morgan By Whisky
It had taken five years and now he would see his plans come to fruition. Five years of planning, Morgan felt restless but he knew that just a little bit of patience now would pay dividends in the long run.
It had all started at "Bradmore". Then, Morgan had been an inmate and kept heavily sedated. For the whole of his time there he had been either manacle`d or drugged and sometimes both. The drugs had made him totally lethargic and unable to move quickly whilst robbing him of his strength.
Inside his head he just wanted to be free and would have killed them all if he could. But he couldnt and they knew it. They all treated him like an animal, especially the head bitch, Sally. She knew that he would kill her if he could for his eyes spoke volumes.
She would never allow him to be free for one moment or even alone, he was monitored the whole time. Everyday immediately after breakfast, (he would be fed through a tube) which he hated, then they would give him his injection.
The injection allowed him to be awake and allowed him to move but slowly and robbed him of his strength.
Morgan had become so used to this regime that on this morning in particular having just been "jabbed", he was waiting for the effects to happen, he even allowed his head to sag to his chest as it normally did... after about a minute he started to realise that it hadnt worked, in fact he became aware that whatever they had given him was having the opposite effect. Morgan started to feel more like his old self and was about to lift his head when he thought...they would never want this, it must be a mistake.
Morgan let his head stay where it was and feigned lethargy. Sometimes, on nice days they would walk him outside. Two of them, once he was properly sedated would take off his cuffs and walk him into the grounds. It was glorious outside today.........maybe.........just maybe.
Morgan positively willed them to take him outside and after about half an hour, during which Morgan had kept his head down and mumbled his "gobbldygook" as usual, through half closed eyes, two of them came to him." Right Morgan, ready for walkees are we, Ill bet you are you old bastard, come on" she said, as they both lifted him to his feet and began walking him to the door.
Morgans heart raced, they hadn`t noticed anything different about him, please take off my cuffs, he prayed, thats all I need now.
Morgan hoped that they would walk him to the little stream on the other side of a copse of trees, they usually did because then they could have a crafty "fag" without being seen. He became aware that his hope was being granted. Morgan started to become excited, calm he thought, mustn`t let them know about me, not yet.
Morgan pretended to stumble so that they had to "pick him up", in the process, to help them in this they removed his cuffs, Morgan was ecstatic, not long now he thought.
On reaching there favorite place they sat him down on a fallen tree branch as usual and lit there cigarettes. Morgan knew that one of them liked to walk to the stream and "paddle", would she today he wondered. Morgans pulse went off the scale as she got up and walked towards the stream.
As she walked further and further towards the stream Morgan knew that this was it, he would never get a better chance than this. Out if the corner of his eye he could see that the other minder was completely relaxed and taking long drags on her smoke. Morgan drew in a long deep breath and as casually as he could he turned and brought his knee into her stomach with all the strength he could muster, as the breath was knocked out of her he put his hands around her kneck and found her "adams apple" and squeezed hard.
She couldn`t utter a sound, within seconds her eyelids started to flutter and her body convulse, her face began turning blue. Morgan turned to check on the other minder, she hadn`t heard a thing so she was still facing away, he knew that any second she would turn and she would see him, but that didn`t matter, he could handle her.
As she turned as he knew she would, Morgan let go of the now limp body. The remaining "minder" was running towards him, "truncheon" in hand, raised to strike. Morgan had been trained originally by the S.A.S. As she approached Morgan made just the slightest movement to the right, parried with his left arm and brought his right elbow up into her ribcage lifting her bodily off of her feet and depositing her in a heap several feet away. As he did this he was rewarded with the sound of "ribs" breaking.
She was completely disabled, the wind having been knocked out of her and the pain from her damaged ribs completing the job.
Morgan felt good, really good, he looked at them , neither of them were worthy of him he thought,, but he wanted them to know how he felt about them. The first one he thought was dead so it had to be the other. He walked over to her and began pulling down her pants and rolling her over , she tried as best she could to resist but Morgan was quickly growing both in strength and anger. He dropped his trousers and forced his erect member btween her legs, cleaving her apart. Her screams were muffled by his mouth over hers, he forced both his manhood and his face upon her and almost bit off her tonge for good measure.
By the time Morgan had finished she was totally hysterical, her fear had absorbed her completely, all she could do was shake her head and babble, incoherantly. Morgan stripped her completely, held her over the log on which they had sat and forced her truncheon slowly but as painfully as possible up her rectum. At first she begged but then gave up and feinted.
Morgan checked both of them and took money, credit cards and car keys, then he was off.
Now five years on.....................