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One Way Out - Chapter 16

Hello to all reading this, this is Poke coming to you from some hidden cabin in your back garden! Anyways... Many thanks go out to all those who have recently followed, faved and most importantly, given feedback on my fanfic. With the feedback that you guys give, makes me realise exactly how important this fanfic is to you guys, and gives me the drive necessary to keep you guys happy and reading. In particular, one of the readers has given me extensive feedback, which I am extremely grateful for, so, this chapter goes out especially to you, Kingdomsavior90!

As for the update goals, I honestly have no idea on when they'll be out. Presumably when I get enough free time and the motivation to write!

Without further ado, I give you the sixteenth chapter of One Way Out! In this chapter, you get to see Vito as both a victim and an attacker!

To be honest, the thought of being confronted or attacked in any way was, despite redundant, still a surprise to me and in particular, a shock to my system. It reminded me exactly how at risk one could be in a place like this, and it also showed what happens when you inadvertently provoke the ire of a dangerous gang of riotous ruffians.

At first, it was the attention of Slick Mick and his little crew, but I'm sure you are all aware of that by now. But as it turns out, I was busy spending my time in the gym making myself a new enemy, in the form of a bunch of an idiotic rabble consisting of some Neo-Nazis who probably don't even know the full doctrine of the original Nazis.

And here I was, standing face to face with their little Luxio leader. Swastika plastered across his left temple, and a demanding scowl that oozed of zeal and malice. Well, it was hardly a surprise, since he had just forcefully shoved me around, so that I was facing him and vice versa.

"I said... What the fuck are you doing in our gym!?" hissed that same bitter voice. Looks like they were trying to claim this place as their own. I wasn't having any of it.

"What does it look like? I'm working up a sweat. Didn't think I needed to ask your permission first, did I?" After I replied, he just stared at me, either trying to conjure up a response, or testing my wits. I'm still unsure as to which one it was.

Nonetheless, he was still adamant that he disliked my presence in the gym. "Well, you look like a fucking faggot for a start off, snake. Plus..." He then suddenly shoved me in the direction of where BJ and Miguel were sitting.

"You seem to have a thing for hanging out with polaks and spics! Stick with your own fucking group!" He concluded. But I stood my ground. I wasn't going to let some airhead tell me who I can and can't talk to.

"Oh, I didn't know I wasn't allowed to socialise in this place! Sorry I don't fit up to your standards!" I snapped back, clearly showing my sarcasm.

Now, the Luxio moved on to intimidation and full-on threats."You keep talkin' like that, snake... And me and my friends will fuck you up so hard that you'll be coughing up the mud from our boots!"

I still kept my bravado up. To me, it was just a bully trying to play tough guy to the new fish.

"Aw, yeah... Can't take me on alone, can ya? Have to rely on all your goons to do your dirty work for you!" I snapped, before walking back to where Miguel and B.J were sitting. My insolence pissed the Luxio off something rotten, though.

"You LITTLE--" I heard the Luxio shout out before I heard several footsteps and struggled grunting. I immediately turned around and noticed that he had attempted to charge me, and was being held in place by his Nazi friends. Clearly this guy was a loose cannon, and it didn't take a lot to make him explode.

Guess his friends weren't brainless enough to launch a full-scale brawl in the gym - in clear earshot of both its leader and the screws.

Even as he was being subdued and calmed down by his friends, the Luxio gave me a long, long stare; a fiery scowl plastered right across his face. Looks like I had made an enemy, but guess what? At that moment, I just didn't a fuck. Marcel's training must have done something positive to my morale.

All I did in response to that attempted attack was shoot him a smug smirk, as was common in my race, give him a middle finger and walk off. I had no time for his type. I headed back to my intended destination: BJ and Miguel. Unsurprisingly, they had concerned looks on their faces.

"Vito," BJ began. "Are those Nazi fuckers giving you trouble? I saw that bastard Luxio of theirs try to smack you one."

"If so, me and BJ here can go teach them a lesson!" piped in Miguel. They really hated those guys!

Not wanting to exacerbate things, I told them the basics: "Well, that Luxio tried to scare me into leaving the gym, but I just told him to leave me alone. Guess he didn't like my response."

Still, they remained concerned. BJ exclaimed: "Still, I don't see how they let these bastards come into this place when they want. I tried telling Febian this, but he says he can't do anything at the moment."

"B.J, it's fine. I know how to deal with them." I tried to reassure the Lucario. At that point, he just sighed and looked at Miguel, who kept his concerned frown.

"A'ight... If you say so, hombre..." commented the lithe Greninja. "Just try not to get killed, okay?"

I just nodded. No point in talking about this further. The duo seemed to get the message, and soon the topic of conversation was no longer about intimidation and Nazis, but about my first time in the gym.

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"So how was it, Vito?" BJ asked me, somewhat curious as to how Marcel had treated me. I nodded and just told him in reply:

"It was pretty good, could do it every other day like Marcel said."

Miguel was rather curious, also wondering how Marcel treated me. "Marcel not too rough with you?" he asked.

I shook my head. To be honest, it was nothing I hadn't encountered before. Though, this is Marcel we're talking about. After some deliberation, I decided to enquire further about Marcel.

"Well, he was fine. I don't get why some people are so scared of Marcel. Sure he's cold, and holds rather sadistic thoughts, but any wacko in here tends to." However, I did not anticipate the answer I would get.

They both shot me incredulous stares, almost as if they could not believe what I was saying. Whelp, looks like I screwed up again.

"You don't get why people are scared of him? Are you crazy, Vito!?" gasped out Miguel.

"What exactly has he done, Miguel?" I snapped back, clearly wanting to know more about this Marcel quagmire. Turns out the answer wasn't exactly what I had expected.

"Vito..." BJ began, "Marcel is probably one of the most feared cons in this goddamn gaff, and for good reason. Let me give a bit of what this guy has done."

"Sure, shoot." I simply mused. And boy, did he.

"You could name something, and he's probably done it, or at least contemplated it. He's in here for first degree murder, sodomy, sexual battery, arson, theft, assault, whatever!"

"Okay... But how does that make him any different from the other wackos in here?" I asked, still not entirely convinced.

BJ decided to up the ante a bit on his response. "Okay, guess a little more detail is needed... When he kills, he doesn't just kill... He makes sure that his victims suffer all the way through it. He's cut fingers off one by one, he's sliced people up as many times as he wishes, and yet still keeps them alive as long as possible. Hell, some are even saying that he cut off some pieces of a Tauros and ate them while the poor bastard was still alive and kicking!" ...Good god.

I immediately covered my mouth in shock as my insides began to spasm a bit. Fortunately I was able to control myself, but... Is this really the Marcel I know?

Miguel then tried to reassure me. "Vito, you shouldn't worry about this, since you've managed to get into his good books so far. But just be careful, eh? Don't piss him off."

"T-Thanks, you two." I gasped out, while still trying to control my body's reaction to it. "I'll be sure to keep this in mind."

I spent the next five minutes trying to take in what BJ had told me. I knew that Marcel was cold, and openly confessed to murdering a few Pokémon, but I never knew he acted in such a grotesque manner. It was... eye-opening, to say the least.

But then it became rather convenient that the creek of the door should occur, and out came Marcel, now humanised from his workout routine. Clean as a whistle, one would say. His trademark smirk was plastered across his face, and he soon came over to us three.

Didn't take him long to notice that I was fighting the urge to throw up. Yet, he kept that smirk across his face.

"Vito? Are you alright? Didn't overwork yourself, did you?" He asked, albeit with a rather cheeky tone in his voice. I immediately shook my head, not wanting to look like a weakling.

"Hmm. Good. Don't want you falling sick on me." Marcel simply responded, with a quick nod beforehand.

"He's okay, boss." mused BJ. "Just giving him the details on what a sick fuck you are." At that moment, I thought BJ was acting fucking suicidal. He'd just told me about keeping in Marcel's good books, and here he is, talking shit in front of the guy!

But the answer Marcel gave was much more different than what I had anticipated. "Heh, aren't you a charmer. Most kids who hear your stories end up going green in an instant!" He... sounded like it was a good joke.

Judging by what BJ had just told me, I'd have thought that Marcel would have picked up the Lucario and probably cut him up into a spaghetti dinner at that very instant! Guess I was wrong, again. This place was getting more and more cryptic by the minute.

"Not Vito here." claimed Miguel, and in a way, he was right. My reaction, whilst shocking, didn't have me turning green and puking there and then.

Marcel seemed to like this. "Heh, I think the kid's learning how things go in here. That's good... Shows he's not gonna crack..." Soon, I'd know exactly how far my mind can be pushed...

He then suddenly mused to the door. "Showers are free, by the way. I'd head in before they switch the hot water off."

I never hesitated in getting up. I was thinking to myself, anything was better than showing your body off in front of half the prison. Plus, it meant you were... less open to an attack. I doubted anyone would do anything of that kind, even the Nazis. Besides, weren't they against that kinda thing?

These thoughts showed just how naïve I was, and how underestimating certain areas of this place can result in nightmarish consequences.

Nonetheless, I just told Marcel and company that I'd back in about ten minutes. My mind was pretty clear, and I just headed over into the shower, closing the door behind me and heading into the rather secluded room.

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The shower room itself was quite fledgling, with only one cubicle and a sink, complete with mirror. Well, I couldn't really call it a cubicle since it had no doors, just two metal walls. It looked absolutely great.

...Okay, I'm not gonna sugar coat it. It was a fucking shithole by outside standards. But in the prison? It was the standard I had expected at that point. Maybe there was originally a door there, but it was either ripped off, or it had simply rusted away.

Nonetheless, I just unbuttoned the top of my jumpsuit and unzipped the rest of it, relishing as the rather sweaty garment fell to the floor. Then I slipped the boots off. With the exception of the generic boxers I had on, I was what one might call... native.

After removing these and putting them and the rest of my garments to one side, I slowly stepped into the cubicle, roughly pressing the button in front of me. I immediately was taken aback from the sudden burst of water. Very warm water at that.

I immediately got used to it, as I slowly began to step into the cubicle, and letting it soak against my scale-laden skin. Seeing only a small bar of soap, I grabbed it and began washing myself slowly, wanting to preserve the moment.

Taking showers was always a soothing time for me, even in a place like Nacrene Prison. Well, okay, not in the communal showers, where everyone can see you as naked as the day you were born, but when you're actually alone... It feels like you're in your own world of solace. The only things bothering you are your thoughts.

I just closed my eyes... and let my muscles relax. I still had a long way to go, but I was finally on the path to an easier time here at Nacrene.

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About five minutes later, the still-running warm water had completely soaked my skin. However, something forced my eyes open, and forced me out of my alone time with nothing but my thoughts. I think I heard the door open and close in quick succession.

I contemplated turning around, but just shrugged it off as something playing in my imagination. All I'll say is... You're about to find out just how wrong that assumption was.

As I continued to soak and wash myself, it turns out someone had intruded into the shower, and was intent on doing acts that any man of reason could only interpret as ones of malice. And yet, I had no idea that these things were about to happen to me.

Whilst I was busy washing myself, a certain Nazi Luxio had barged into the shower room, and was presumably giving me a good stare over, before I suddenly heard something zip.

It was only then, that I turned around, and saw that prick face to face, smirking at me in a baleful manner, whilst holding a large loofah that I had strangely overlooked. He was still topless, but I had noticed his pants were unzipped. Not tolerating any bullshit from this bastard, I straight up demanded in a rare display of anger:

"What the fuck do you want?"

He didn't say anything, just kept that creepy fucking grin on his face. Then all of a sudden... He lashed out at me with the loofah. I didn't anticipate this move, and the son of a bitch was able to ram that thing right into my gut, causing me to double over in pain.

He then took advantage of this vulnerability by myself, and decided to smack my face with that goddamn loofah. The thing stung like hell as it clashed with my right cheek, and the force of the smack was strong enough to send my head into the plaster tiling of the shower basin wall. Some blood was beginning to leak out of my mouth.

He wasn't done, though. Not by a long shot. As my vision started to come back to me, I heard something drop to the ground, followed by the same clopping from the boots. Good Arceus, this was really fucking happening.

Before I could even think about fighting back, the crazy Luxio threw all his weight at my back, effectively pinning me against my wall. His right hand then roughly grabbed my tail and raised it up, before he hissed straight into my ear:

"Don't worry about it, snakey-faggot... I'm just gonna give you the treatment your kind is used to..." Ugh... The cold lust in this guy's voice was enough to make me want to kill him. Sadly, something stopped me from doing this. It came in the form of a sharp electric jolt coming from the right hand of the Luxio.

In response to both the sick words of the Luxio, and the surge of electricity, I shouted out something indecipherable. I can't even tell you what it was. All I know is that it was something of outrage, pain and anger.

He then pressed something familiar against me. It was thick, hard and slightly moist. It seemed to be looking for a certain area, and found it no later than about a few seconds.

"F-Fuck you..!" I managed to rasp out, just as the Luxio roughly rammed all of his length into me. I then immediately yelled out in pain as the hard cock roughly forced its way into my tailpipe. Regardless of what happened with Kaz the night before, I was probably still as tight as a virgin's honeypot.

The sick bastard was enjoying it. I thought Nazis disapproved of gays. Hmph. Fucking closet case.

He took no hesitation in taunting me, however.

"Mmm.... Such a tight little ass...! Y'know, I might keep you as my slave after this, faggot... You're as perfect as a goddamn woman...!" I gave no verbal response to this, my body almost catatonic as I barely eked out a shudder as a weak fluid leaked into my pipe, and lubricated the member of the Luxio. Fucking precum.

Around this time, I also began to notice that the Luxio had a barbed member, and they were grinding against my walls with about as much vigour as a Houndoom in rut. To add further humiliation to my situation, My own cock was beginning to harden, and as I looked down, some pre was leaking from it. What the fuck was wrong with me?! The following rang through my mind:

I. AM. BEING. RAPED.

WHY. IS. MY. BODY. LIKING. THIS?!

But before I could ponder about this further, my mind was cut off by the increasing amount of pain as the rapist Luxio began to speed up in pace, and was soon rutting into me like some needy animal having been deprived of sex for about a decade. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he WAS deprived of sex for a bit.

More and more pre began to leak out of the Luxio's cock, and soon my tailpipe became as wet as that of an Empoleon's needy pussy. Furthermore of a humiliation was the fact that my own cock was leaking its fair share of pre, and the Luxio even had the goddamn audacity to roughly grab it.

"Awww... Looks like the little faggot is enjoying himself..." he then began roughly strokig it in an almost teasing manner, before fixing both his paws on both sides of my body. His vice-like grip was about to lead to something very painful on my behalf...

"Here's something to make you SQUEAL!" he suddenly shouted as a surge of electricity surged throughout my entire body. And I mean,everywhere. The water helped spark me up to the point of total pain, and the Luxio wasn't affected in the slightest by it. He was right, it did make me squeal... Well, it was more of a prolonged yelp.

Strangely, MORE pre began to leak out of my cock, as the electricity_very_ roughly stimulated my insides.

This whole display of debauchery continued for what seemed like an eternity. In reality, it was little more than two more minutes, as the Luxio continued to rut into me as fast and as hard as he could, now simply trying to get off. My ass was still sore as hell, but I regretfully started to grow close myself.

"Nnh... Almost... there..!" I heard the electric type rasp out as his thrusting began to grow less and less in control, and the cock seemed to be gliding inside of me, devastating my prostate.

This ultimately caused me to scream and yelp out as I had finally reached my breaking point. My cock spasmed and shot out several loads of semen, glistening against the shower wall.

He wasn't far behind me, roughly grabbing onto my sides and letting out a huge howl as his thick member shot out thick, globby rounds of cum into my tight tailpipe, now extended from the anal intrusions.

He then suddenly withdrew his cock out of my rear, roughly shoved me to the floor, and just stood still, panting heavily. Looks like he had tired himself out. His member looked that way, leaking the remnants of what he had to give.

I slumped to the floor on the other hand, and my face laid on the cold, thick ground, my eyes fixated on the globby white mixing with the shower water and running down the drain. The water was getting colder and colder by the minute, and I shuddered as I felt the thick cum of my assailant leak out of my tailhole.

But then... Something... primal, clicked in my mind. My eyes immediately shifted over to the vacant loofah, strewn across the floor, having been abandoned by the Luxio when he began his acts of sodomy against Yours Truly.

My eyes were next fixated on the Luxio, who was standing still, panting heavily. His sexual organs looked wasted with exhaustion, and his underwear was drenched. He looked tired. Something in my mind told me that this was perfect.

All of a sudden, there was a burst of energy throughout my entire body as I suddenly grabbed the handle of the loofah, and lifted myself onto my feet.

This sudden move took the Luxio by surprise, as he was about to ask me a question. However, he seemed to be moving in slow motion, as I paid his attempts to stop me no heed. I drove that loofah straight into his kitten makers, and something in my mind relished as I heard the sickly feel of solid material clash against tender flesh, followed by an unearthly scream.

The Luxio immediately grasped his genitalia, and I... just went crazy. I followed my assault on his personal area with a sudden strike to the head with the loofah, followed by another. I then tasted blood in my teeth, a reminder of what the sick fuck had done to me earlier.

I was hell-bent on making this asshole suffer, as I roughly shoved him against the bathroom wall in a display of strength even I didn't think was possible! I then wielded the loofah again, as I continued my merciless assault against my rapist.

Soon, the loofah was coated with blood, as I noticed that I had broken his nose, his jaw, and I'm pretty sure I heard one of his cheek bones snap. He tried to use his electricity against me, but it appeared he was spent up. All I saw was a few pathetic sparks that probably wouldn't hurt a baby Squirtle.

The Luxio let out several cries of pain as I smacked the living fuck out of him. I didn't just want to knock him out of commission, I wanted to make him suffer all the way. His face was bloodied, his chest was rising and falling heavily, his breathing was laboured (in between the pained squeals) and his genitalia had probably swollen to twice its original size.

The Luxio slowly slumped to the ground, only his black swastika tattoo offering ny form of identity as his head dipped and faced the floor.

But I wanted to do one final thing to him. And what he said next more than justified this.

"Y-You're fucking... dead, you fa--fag... You'll... N-Never get outta this... fuckin' place...!" he gasped out during several coughing fits, which bought up a mixture of bile and blood. I pride myself on my handiwork, even to this day.

I responded by grabbing his face as rough as I could with my left hand, whilst I brandished the loofah with my right one. I then hissed out in a manner similar to that of when he was about to penetrate me earlier.

"I'm a 'dead fag'?... In that case... You had better learn what I'm gonna say, and you'd better learn it good." I then leaned in on his face, almost spitting out into his eyes as I rasped out the following words:

"This faggot... _ kills fascists. _ "

With that, I drew back, only to summon up all my energy, and I roughly drove the loofah across the maw of the Luxio, causing a sickly thud to ring out through the bathroom, as a large amount of blood flew against the wall, and I'm pretty sure I saw some teeth fly out.

The impact of the loofah knocked him out cold. I immediately got up, and looked at the unconscious body of my assailant turned victim. Still in a mode of primal rage, I suddenly spat a large mixture of saliva and blood down onto the downed Luxio.

"Nazi scum..."

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Gasp! A chapter in One Way Out that doesn't end on a cliffhanger! What kind of madness is this!?

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this LONGLY OVERDUE chapter of One Way Out, and if you wish to give either positive feedback or constructive criticism, feel free to submit a review! Flames that don't offer constructive criticism will be either ignored or deleted.

Until next time, this is PokeCJG, signing off!