Hi all, 31, not a lot to say, let's roll!

"Ahhh, that's it sir...yes, yes; oh god… Oh God! Work it, come on, make your progeny smile...he loves it when you fuck me…" Bronwyn hollered as she sat on Harlan and rode him dutifully.

She's been goin on like this for an hour; naked and sweatin and hollerin like a damn pig...why did this one have to be born with my sex drive? Better question, why wasn't she a boy so she could help me out? Aw man, just imagine… We coulda shared Olivia… I take her pussy, Bronson; cuz I woulda named him after Chuck; he'd take her ass… Billy coulda took her mouth, or we coulda switched it up, it don't matter... Man, the ultimate father-sons experience!

"Oh Harlan!" But he'd had enough and he pushed her off of him. In the time since he'd opened his eyes he's made a lot of strides, practically everything but walking; his legs just won't seem to do their job! "Sir...are you upset?" She asked as she sat up rubbing her belly. He looked at her, at her pregnant belly and he felt disgust but didn't let it show. He had to think of a way to get rid of this baby.

"D-damn r-righ-right I'm up-up-upset! From n-now on y-you don't t-touch daddy." He stammered. The stuttering being another part of his recovery that he didn't like. Thank god the speech therapist was working with his every day. What the hell had Bronwyn and that damn doctor done to him?

"Oh darling, you don't mean that! ...little Harlan the third loves you… Say I love you daddy! He's all happy right now because his mommy is happy!" She said and grabbed his hand, placing it on her belly. "You can't feel him yet but trust me, he's happy!" She grinned then kissed Harlan. I'm gonna go and make us lunch." She got off the bed and put on her robe.

"W-w-what th-the f-f-f-f-fuck!"

...

Bronwyn thought back to that time "I guess he did mean it…" She thought to herself. She hadn't been allowed to touch Harlan in a whole month and a half, ever since that day; her last ride as she calls it. The very night she tried to, he grabbed her hair so tight she thought he'd pull it from her scalp.

"W-when I s-s-say don't t-touch me, I m-m-mean it b-bitch!"

What had come over the sweet, gentle man she loved? She wondered, still refusing to see that Harlan was a tyrant who couldn't be changed, although in that moment when he'd pulled her hair she was suddenly taken back to that night that she'd seen Harlan rightfully (in her mind) beat Olivia in the bathroom. She had mistakenly been tricked into feeling sorry for that bitch, thinking that she was somehow undeserving of the treatment she'd received and that her dear Harlan was being unjust.

"And where did it lead me?"

"What the hell did you say to me woman?" Harlan replied angrily as he turned, skulking toward Bronwyn who backed up a step.

"I just meant that…I…" she stammered nervously just before he slapped her hard across the face, the strength of the hit knocking her to the floor.

"All for trying to protect that whore...although she got what she deserved!" She thought. Harlan was right for how he'd treated Olivia all those months, Bronwyn had never expected that Olivia would use that scalpel to hurt her husband...good thing that Harlan wouldn't find out that Bronwyn had found it, only to give it back or he'd really make her suffer.

"And he'd be right!" She said, rubbing her now 5 months pregnant belly. She straightened up when the elevator doors opened and looked for the sign that pointed her to obstetrics. Today she'd be having an amnio to make sure the baby didn't inherit her father's Spina Bifida...she'd wish I two weeks that she'd never had that test.

2 and ½ months, he thought. It's been 2 and ½ months since I woke from that damn coma and been a prisoner in this house!

Which was virtually true.

"I'm goin fuckin crazy bein in here with just her!" He said, referring to Bronwyn. Ever since he'd regained use of his hands and learned to talk again, they hadn't needed the doctors and nurses, so Bronwyn let them go and he's been basically caged. He understood the dangers of going out but still when he think about it...

Bronwyn kept a housekeeper that came in every day when she couldn't be here to kept an eye on Harlan...not like he could do much, being still confined to a wheelchair but she had to be sure he was safe, but she should've been making sure that the housekeeper was safe! As said earlier, Harlan was a tyrant who couldn't be changed and no amount of anything would undo it. Here he was, a man who'd been laid up for 4 months, six weeks of those in a coma and three weeks of which he lay speechless and motionless. Most people would take it as sign to make some major changes but Harlan wasn't like most people and he merely counted the days until he was well enough to get back to being Harlan.

It took another 5 weeks of hard therapy but suddenly, one day there he was, 5 o'clock in the afternoon after a therapy session. He was lying in bed after being given his shower and his therapists had left for the day when he got the uncontrollable urge to jack off. Now Harlan being the man he is, he'd never satisfy his own self but a needs a need and since there wasn't a woman around to take care of it for him, he threw off his covers, reached his hand down and touched it.

It felt strange to him at first, like it wasn't quite his. He hadn't had the urge to touch it in so long, ever since that bitch… But suddenly he found himself aroused at the thought of Olivia and he began to stroke himself with those thoughts in mind. Her breasts that were so full and the large nipples; her tight little pussy- well not so tight anymore after putting in three months with him and them...man they fucked her stupid! He smiled as he kept going.

"I can't wait t-to have you back here!" He said as he continued stroking himself. He was almost home when the housekeeper, Myra, came into the room to him bring him dinner and got an eyeful.

"Oh, dios mio! I sorry, I expect you be-" she started apologizing but Harlan was way ahead of her. Why finish himself off when he had a perfectly good female right there and she wasn't bad looking; nice and petite, long dark hair, brown eyes, gorgeous olive skin just like Olivia's...Why couldn't he get her out of his mind?

"Come here!" He said without even the gentlest tone in his voice. Myra doubted if she should go over but when he said it again, this time with even for ferocity, she knew that she'd better go and slowly, with her heart pounding it's way damn near out of her chest and causing her hands to shake the tray, she made her way to him when everything in her was telling her to run.

"Put the tray down" she did as she was told, sitting the tray on the rollaway bedside table. "I know from my wife that you ain't here legally, is that right?" He said, looking her up and down while still jerking his penis. She wasn't sure where to look with it so...there and she turned her head down.

"Sir, I -"

"Save it. Now, how bout this; I don't tell that you here illegally and you come closer and wrap your lips around my dick...you know, polla?" He grinned. She didn't find it funny, especially when he grabbed her arm when he saw her looking like she wanted to run.

"I don't...por favor"

"Shhhh. What's it gonna be Dora? Immigration, or…" She didn't want to do it but she didnt know what else she could do. Scared and with a ferling of defeat, she had tears in her eyes as she fellated him, him forcing her to take him deep in her throat. She threw up a few times and when she was done he made her clean him and told her to leave the tray. She ran out of there so fast and Harlan ate his dinner with a smile on his face, he was back!

"Hey...what are you doing here?" Brian said as he opened the door to his apartment; it was too early for this, not even 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Another day off that he spent getting wasted and Munch was taking up serious time.

"I was on my way from seeing Olivia and thought I'd stop by...you look unwell…"

"I caught a little cold…" He quickly cleared his throat to exaggerate the point that he was lying about. Taking a seat, Munch stood looking at him for a second then moved some clutter and took a seat beside him.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm living" he stated flat and took a swig of beer without bothering to look at Munch.

"You call this living?" he said, moving a fried chicken box from beside him.

Suddenly a naked woman appeared from down the hall and parked herself in the archway.

"Brian, baby...I'm cold; why don't you come and warm me?" When he looked and saw her naked body and her seductive smile, he got up and walked over to her.

"Why don't you go and get started for me?" He said and kissed her on the lips while he felt her ass.

"Don't keep me waiting." And she walked off as Munch and Brian watched her until she disappeared.

"You were saying something?" Brian said to John.

"Hard as you might try Brian, drinking and women won't fix it."

"I don't know what you're-"

"You need to go to her."

"You saw how well that worked out last time"

"She made a decision that I'm sure tore her heart out and you basically came in and made her feel worse, if that was possible."

"She's having his baby!"

"You don't think she knows this, or that it's not eating away at her?"

"Then why do it? The Olivia I know...knew would have never even contemplated this, Munch; suddenly she comes back…"

"And we don't know what she's been through, but sometimes love…" he got up from the couch and reached for his hat. "Think about what I said." He said with a pat to Brian's back and left.

"Tell me again how you think pimento loaf is in any way tasty?" Amanda said.

"It's the baby, I'm craving all sorts of weird stuff" Olivia said, dipping the meat in hot sauce before shoving it in her mouth. "What?" She said chewing.

"It just feels like old times, that's all." Rollins smiled.

"Sometimes I feel like me you know?" She said and slid the plate away from her, looking out on the last bite of pimento loaf plus the large pizza (used to be pizza) with extra cheese and sausage of which Amanda had 1 and ½ slices and she ate 5!

"Other times; most times, not so much." She said and sipped her water.

"It takes time, but you'll get there eventually."

"I told myself that the first time…" she said in a barely audible voice, leaving Amanda shocked by what she believed it implied.

"...you know it's okay to admit-"

"No it's not…to admit that would be admitting that I can't take care of myself and that I let father and son get the drop on me and that's not okay!" she said, rubbing her belly. No matter how much time seemed to pass, Olivia couldn't get past it. "It's not okay." Amanda sat in silence for a moment, swallowing the sadness she felt for her Sergeant and friend.

"You don't have to…"

"How's the new guy working out?" Olivia said suddenly, changing topics.

"Uh, Collins...he's, he's good. Very good!" She said sipping her soda but Olivia got a look of annoyance o her face. "What's wrong?"

"Can you please just talk to me like I'm normal?

"I mean I don't wanna…"

"I think I'll be fine listening to some office gossip"

"Really, cuz Jesus I can fill you in on so-"

"Amanda..." Olivia objected to her bantering, Rollins put a smile on her face but this was tiring!

"Okay, but stop me if you get bored!" She said excitedly, dying to finally be able to tell somebody about Darrell. "I know that I probably shouldn't but I never met anyone before that I wanna...can I say bang? I guess I did; but God, he's just...you should meet him."

"Me? Uh, no, I don't think I'd be…no!"

"Why not? You're still his Sergeant." and Olivia grew quiet for a moment with hearing those words come from Amanda's mouth and tears came to her eyes.

"Is that how you still see me, your Sergeant?" She said as tears spilled down her face and she quickly wiped them away only to have them replaced by more.

"Of course I do. Hey, you've had a setback but that's life right? I couldn't even begin to imagine what you've been through but I know that it won't hold you for long; Liv, you're strong"

"I used to believe that, but now I'm afraid to walk out of my own door…between the flashbacks and nightmares... It's nice that you still think of me that way but the truth is, I'm not her anymore; I haven't been in a long time." She said softly.

Amanda sat silent for a moment and then spoke from her heart "You already are, you just...forgot!" Olivia laughed through her tears in spite of how bad she suddenly felt and Amanda laughed with her. "I know that I sorta flaked out in the beginning; I had a lot of my own stuff to work through but it was never for lack of wanting to… You've been a sister to me and I'm gonna be here. whatever you need, even if it's just an ear."

"If you really wanna help, you could go to that prison and put a bullet in the rest of them and save me a trial!" She half joked.

"Open your mouth, pussy!" Was what was said to Doc when he put his head down in the pillow to avert noise. Chicago was deep in him, the fourth this time and they just kept getting bigger until by the time Chicago had taken his turn, Doc could feel his asshole ripping and it didn't help that he was charged with sucking the men off, too.

"Open, your fucking mouth!" T-bird reiterated as he grabbed a handful of Doc's hair, forcing the man to open up and take the shit covered penis in front of him while Chicago simultaneously went so deep that Doc cried out as blood seeped out and down his asscrack.

"Please...please!" He cried, the penis still in his mouth.

"What's that?" Chicago asked facetiously, pretending he couldn't make out what Doc was saying with his mouth full but he understood; he understood all too well but he loved to hear Doc begging for mercy and he was calling.

"Oh God please!" He cried as Chicago pummeled away, showing him no mercy. T-bone pulled out after Doc had swallowed his load.

"I bet you sound like yo victim" Chicago said, gave a final thrust when he came and pulled out while Doc cried from relief and the sheer brutality. However, instead of making him clean the blood and feces with his mouth, Chicago grabbed a pillow case and wiped himself clean before stuffing the case in Doc's mouth while T-bone watched the halls and the other two men held Doc in place.

"It's been real nice making you my bitch, but I can't stand yo ass!" He said. Doc was hysterically pleading behind the pillowcase in his mouth it made no difference. Chicago took the broken glass he'd gotten from a friend, nice, big, jagged shards and with Raymond and Charles holding Doc's legs, he nonchalantly shoved the glass into Doc's rectum; the screams it elicited were blood curdling even with the pillowcase absorbing them; Chicago made sure that it was felt to the maximum, shredding Doc's opening with each one before pushing it far up his ass into his gut and slicing along the way.

Doc prayed for death in that moment and his prayers were answered after seven minutes of sheer hell when Raymond and Charles turned him over and Chicago who was big and full of muscles, pounded on his stomach until Doc topped moving and his eyes were just open. No life.

The big white men casually slipped out of Doc's cell after they covered him up and they went about the day as if it were any other, only it was Doc's last.

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Lots more to come...lots!