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Maximum Security Escapade [18+]

EPISODE One

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My 23" birthday celebration was a blast it was supposed to be my last o earth. I was the youngest person on death row in the infamous Tarkata Maximum Security Prison, sentenced to execution by a firing squad.

Even though I was one of the youngest inmates in the prison at that time. I was the head of one of the most dreaded cartels within the prison. I was the most dangerous inmate, and my presence within the penal institution caused panic among other convicts.

Every prisoner know my story already, and you can imagine what it was like to have your name linked to the death of over a hundred people.

In prison, 1 broke every official prison law and made my men rules, and T had so much power that I even had control aver several prison officials. At some point, it felt like the only thing my power could not get me was freedom out of the prison yard, although I tuned my influence outside to delay the date of my execution. Honestly, I enjoyed prison life more than the outside world because, in prison, I had everything I wanted respect, comfort, and peace of mind. I didn't have to run from the police and was still on top of my trade.

By the time the authorities arrested me. Susanne, my baby mama, was pregnant with my second child: she had given me u son before then and was carrying my second child.

My sources told Susanne sold me out to the force, but I had forgiven her. I understand she was under too much pressure, She was the daughter of a very prominent preacher and entangled with a notorious criminal.

I knew how difficult it was for her then. Susanne was in love, and everything her friends and family had warned her about me was brushed aside. The irony was that I didn't feel the same way for her. I wasn't really into Susanne then.

I was into a whole lot of ladies at that time. Susanne was my escape plug whenever I got myself into trouble. She would use her influence to help me out, but not until I got caught in a fierce gun battle with the police force, which eventually led to my arrest.

The news of my arrest made it to the front page of several newspapers, people took to the streets to celebrate my capture. It was that day the whole world knew the identity of the notorious Devu the young man who had terrorized the entire region for over seven

Like 1 said, 1 had everything I wanted in the prison, even ladies to fuck. While other inmates wanked themselves for sexual satisfaction, and some would burst each other's ass, a few other first-class inmates and 1 paid the prison wardens to smuggle prostitutes into the prison for us. Things were going perfectly well until, in it was the norm with prison officials, they were never permanently placed and were frequently transferred and replaced with new ones. The transfer wave came, and I lost almost all the officials I had control over, so a new set of officials came in. Madam Able became the new Tarkata prison chief.

Madam Able quickly became my biggest threat, she came in with stringent rules and policies and cut off almost every existing one, including those favorable to my business and shenanigans within the prison. She wasn't scared of me and went against everything I had established earlier. She reported other officials loyal to me as being permissive and corrupt. Most of them lost their jobs.

Honestly, those were some of my most challenging days. in the prison. Everyone was scared and cautious, and most of the officials distanced themselves from me, and my drug business almost came to a halt.

Then, one day, Madam Able invited me over to her office. It was the first time I had met her in person since her 2-month stay at Tarkata.

The new prison chief chose not to meet all inmates like other previous wardens. inmates opting to hide her identity for security reasons. It worked well for her because we were receiving heavy blows from someone we did not know. I had asked my contacts outside to find out who she was, but nothing was forthcoming, it looked like she had picked a new identity while coming down to Tarkara.

At least I was glad I would finally meet with the almighty Madam Able in person.

I was led into her office that afternoon, and at first, I didn't believe my eyes until the spoke up. and I heard that familiar voice I had heard from the prison broadcasting system. She was standing, hands akimbo, by a big wooden shelf: Madam Able was that kind of thick, meaty woman I loved to fuck.

Even with the heavy makeup she wore on her face, her age was screaming in her early fifties. Her chest region was vast and complete, and with her fair complexion. I could tell her nipple would be dark pink. 1 allowed my eyes to stroll down a little bit to her perfectly curved wide hips, and from the front view, I could tell she had a large ass too. Her calm, innocent face puzzled me. given the terror she was inflicting on us.

When she walked away from the shelf to her seat, I saw her side view, Wow, her ass wasn't just fat, it was perfectly shaped, and it struck out of her inform like it was a different creation of its own. We talked, and I knew there was something behind the cold war she had launched against me. it was then she told me 1 had killed her husband during one of my robbery operations! It wasn't the first time I was meeting victims. I remember meeting many of them, especially those who had volunteered during my trial days to testify against me in court and others who threw objects at me and cursed me while I made my way to and from the courtroom to the prison yard.

But this was the first time I was so close to a victim, apart from when I was in an operation. Madam Able told me I shouldn't feel bad about what I had done m her husband. She had always wanted to thank me because I had helped her to do what she had always wanted to do: to kill her husband! She went on to relate to me how she suffered and went through a lot to send him to school and make him who he later became and after all that, the man went ahead to marry a second wife and even willed all his properties to his new wife because Madam Able couldn't bear him a child due to series of abortions she had carried out while dating him. I couldn't figure out the exact operation Madam Able was talking about because my gang and I had carried out a series of bloody operations that had claimed several lives. Rut with how she sounded, it felt good to be valid and appreciated when the whole world wanted the dead..

Immediately after my first meeting with Madam Able, the antagonizing stopped, and the rules relaxed and some abolished, I guess she had made her point that she was in charge. I was even more shocked when her deputy gave me a new list of fees to pay for any service I wanted and a go ahead to trade, which Madam Able herself approved. She was finally a partner, and I was back to my old ways. Then, one Sunday evening, she arranged for another meeting.

To be continued shortly...