Rehabilitation Part 13
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Thursday 6th March, 2020; 15:03
I exhaled sharply, fighting back every urge in my body to swear and storm
out. Miss Stevens sat comfortably behind her desk, smiling innocently, as
she gestured for me to sit down opposite her. My fists were clenching and
unclenching furiously and I stood, rooted to the spot, practically
vibrating with anger - how dare she select a fucking black guy to be my
new cellmate? Was she thick? Did she think I was just going to play along
nicely with this? My anger paused momentarily as a question jumped into
my mind - 'I've been telling him all about you' - did that mean that Miss
Stevens had told him about... the thought trailed off, the dispassionate
compression of the chastity cage around my dick saying more than words
could.
"Please - sit down, Josh," Miss Stevens insisted, gesturing once more. I
wanted to do anything but. I wanted to turn and push my way out the door,
past the guards, and go back to my cell to sulk. I wanted to leap at
Marcus and start beating the crap out of him. I wanted to finally teach
Miss Stevens she was mad to mess with me, slap that cocky grin off her
face and make her moan as I pounded that pert ass of hers... my cock
strained in my cage and I groaned uncomfortably.
I tried not to let my emotions factor into this too much. The fact that
there was a black guy slouched on the sofa didn't necessarily mean he was
going to be my new cellmate. Yeah, I'd be fucking dumb if I actually
believed that, but it hadn't actually been said yet. But even assuming he
was, it didn't change my situation - I needed to get out of prison. I
needed to avoid Jackson Lyons. I had to go along with Miss Stevens'
increasingly suspicious rehabilitation programme.
"Come on mate, just sit down," grumbled Marcus from the sofa, nearly
undoing all the mental gymnastics I'd been undertaking in order to
convince myself to sit. Even more so than before I resisted the urge to
sit - I wasn't going to do it just because he'd said so.
"Sit down, or walk out - those are your options, Josh," Miss Granger
sighed. "I'm sure I don't need to remind you what walking out would mean
for you, and I'm sure none of us in this room want that, yes? Either way,
I won't have you stood there all afternoon, so if you've not come and sat
down in the next 10 seconds I shall ask the guards to remove you. 10...
9..."
I felt my feet moving before my brain had come to terms with what needed
to be done, and my aching butt was perched on the chair before Miss
Granger had time to reach 7.
"Well done, Josh," Miss Granger smiled as I turned to face her. "Drink
up," she continued, passing me across the familiar cup of rose and berry-
scented tea, "and we can properly begin today's session. As I was saying,
this is Marcus Hooper," she nodded towards the sofa, "and I've been
telling him all about you - your life before you came in, that is," Miss
Granger smirked subtly. I was annoyed at her sly teasing, but relieved
that it sounded as if she hadn't divulged any information about the
spankings and the chastity device locked around my cock. "Therefore, I
think it's only fair if you find out about what Marcus' life was like
before he came into prison. Would you like me to tell you, or Marcus
himself?"
I hesitated, sensing the trap of another test. I felt like the answer she
wanted was for me to ask for Marcus, but I wasn't in too much of a mood
to play her games today. Yes she'd let me have a nice private shower, and
yes she was being much nicer today, but that didn't change the fact she
was about to seal me into a caged room with a black guy for the rest of
the year.
"You... please, Miss Stevens," I mumbled.
"Very well," Miss Stevens nodded, opening a folder on her desk and
looking down to read the first few lines. "Mr Marcus Justin Hooper. 24
years old. 6"3', 105kg, lived in the same city as you, Josh... well, I
can skip on a bit. There's obviously certain elements I won't share on
Marcus' behalf - anything too personal or sensitive in his history. I'm
sure you understand, Josh - I afforded you the same privacy when telling
Marcus about yourself, don't worry," Miss Stevens said, turning a page in
the folder. I was more concerned about which aspects of my past she'd
considered worth keeping private - and how much she knew. My mind
wandered for a while, not really hearing what Miss Stevens was saying,
only listening out for anything important that would let me get the edge
on Marcus if it came to it - not that I heard anything worth remembering
about the black bastard anyway. I was too busy thinking of ways to get
Marcus in trouble with Miss Stevens and make her have to pick someone
else to be my cellmate.
"Ah, here we go - what I'm sure you're most concerned with, Josh - the
reason Marcus ended up in prison. You see, I can't help but feel that
this ruling was a bit unfair, and I'd love to hear your input on it,
Josh," Miss Stevens said, looking up at me. I groaned internally, knowing
that I'd have to agree with her if I didn't want to piss her off, but
also seriously doubting I'd genuinely believe Marcus didn't deserve every
day of his sentence. "You remember I talked about Marcus' younger sister,
Hannah?" Miss Stevens asked.
"Yes, Miss Stevens," I nodded, lying. I hadn't been listening at all to
anything about anyone called Hannah.
"Well, Hannah had been experiencing episodes of racially aggravated
harassment on a near daily basis as she walked home via a council estate.
Most of this took the form of threatening verbal behaviour but one day it
escalated to something more. From the police report I understand a group
of 6 - it was 6, wasn't it?" Miss Stevens paused to ask Marcus. I looked
out of the corner of my eye towards the sofa and saw him give a quiet
nod. Miss Stevens continued: "A group of 6 white males, members of which
had previously been responsible for most of the racially aggravated
harassment, physically assaulted Hannah. Several sexually harassed her,
but were thankfully prevented from going any further by Marcus'
intervention."
I realised I was hanging on Miss Stevens' every word. This whole event
sounded very much like some of the typical behaviour I'd been involved in
before being arrested, and I was shitting myself with worry that I could
well have been one of the '6 white males' involved in this incident. I
shot a discreet look across at Marcus, who was watching me intensely, and
gulped. The only saving grace in my mind was that I'd never sexually
assaulted anyone in my life - though whether that fact would matter, I
didn't know. Anyway, all of this panic was based on me being one of the
group that did this - and even I wasn't sure of that.
"One of the group - that nearby CCTV footage shows committed only verbal
harassment, not physical or sexual - immediately ran off when Marcus
arrived," Miss Stevens continued, and I froze. Yeah. I was more sure that
could well have been me. Was that why Miss Stevens had picked Marcus
especially? "Lucky for him, really, as the other 5 white males... didn't
fare so well against a big brother protecting his sister from criminals,
did they?" Miss Stevens and I looked across at Marcus, who simply shook
his head, the faint glimmer of a smile flickering across his lips.
"They got what they deserved," Marcus rumbled.
"Yes," agreed Miss Stevens, "though Marcus was charged with 5 counts of
grievous bodily harm for his intervention, for which he received -
despite appeal - 1 year in prison. I ask you to put yourself in Marcus'
shoes, Josh - you protect your sister from a group of vile, hateful
criminals, and you end up in prison because of it. Is that fair? Is that
right?" Once again I was aware of an intense gaze fixed upon me coming
from the direction of the sofa, and as I opened my mouth to speak it had
never felt so dry. I slurped down the last of the special-blend tea in a
futile attempt to hydrate.
"I mean..." I began, trailing off, my mind a swirling mix of thoughts and
emotions. "I mean... it... doesn't sound as if it was too... I mean, it
depends on the extent of the injuries he caused to some degree I
suppose..."
"Does it?" Miss Stevens interjected calmly. "What degree of injury would
have been appropriate for verbal, physical and sexual assault? What
degree of injury would be fair to inflict on someone about to rape your
little sister, do you think Josh? A bruised rib? A broken nose? A black
eye? Two?"
"Well no, it's not that I meant that, Miss Stevens," I stuttered. "I just
meant that... I suppose..."
"Okay. Shall I make it simpler?" Miss Stevens smiled gently. "I'll ask
you two separate questions, and you answer 'yes' or 'no'. Do you think it
was brave and admirable what Marcus did to protect his little sister
Hannah?" I cursed under my breath. There was no way I was going to be
able to say 'no' and survive this encounter - though in all honesty,
winning a fight 1 vs 5 did sound pretty cool, and I'd never felt
comfortable when people I'd used to hang around took things down a
sexually aggressive path.
"Yes, Miss Stevens," I replied, not brave enough to look her or Marcus in
the face. Deep down I was already feeling a traitor to my way of life; my
way of thinking - I could do without either of them smiling at me
praising a fucking black guy for beating up fellow white guys.
"I fully agree, Josh. Well done." I could sense the smug happiness
radiating off of Miss Stevens. "Next - and last - question. Much as your
participation in my rehabilitation programme will reduce your extensive
sentence to one measly year, Marcus' participation in tandem with you -
whilst not reducing his sentence - would allow him to leave prison with a
completely blank record. His 'criminal' charges would be erased entirely,
allowing him to move on with his life as the brave, admirable person he
truly is - as you yourself admit, Josh," Miss Stevens gestured,
triggering a blush of anger and embarrassment to erupt in my cheeks.
"My question is this, however - Marcus wants to join the rehabilitation
programme alongside you. I'd be overjoyed if he was to work with you.
What is key to the success of this prospective partnership, though, is
your opinion. You won't be punished if you decline, Josh - I want to make
that very clear. You won't get any special treatment if you accept,
either - at least not from me," Miss Stevens added. What the hell did she
mean by that? "It is entirely your choice, with no hidden punishment or
pitfalls whatever you decide. You say no - I introduce a new candidate
tomorrow. You say yes - Marcus becomes your new cellmate and our sessions
continue as normal, save for a once-weekly session like this where both
of you attend."
"I'm afraid I'll need to push you for an answer in the next ten seconds,
Josh. I know it's a big decision, but I feel you already know what you're
going to say. 10... 9..."
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