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One Way Out - Chapter 17

Hey guys, it's Poké here! Just like I promised, I'm getting back to work on One Way Out as soon as possible. Unfortunately some colourful individuals have threatened to report this fic, so in the unfortunate event of this actually happening, be sure to look me up on InkBunny, SoFurry and AGNPH. My username's the same as this one!

Now, last time, we saw a rather dangerous and unexpected side of Vito unravel, as he cashed in the head of a rather unfortunate Luxio Nazi. How will he overcome this? And WHAT will happen next?

Only the seventeenth chapter can tell you!

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For a while, I was standing in a near catatonic state. It was as if my conscience was drawn towards the now-unconscious body of the Luxio rapist-turned victim. Some blood continued to seep out of the wounds of the Nazi, and it was only a matter of time before some bruising would surface from his brutal loofah bludgeoning.

But at that moment, something had washed over me. Rage. For probably the first time in my stay at Nacrene prison, my body had become overwhelmed by a scourge of primal rage normally found in only the worst savages to roam the planet. The circumstances only further made the possbility more extraordinary.

Having been sodomised and beaten by the Luxio, something... horrible kicked in, and in an instant I turned the predator into some pathetic punk. I didn't really know how to react to it, as the anger slowly began to wash away as the minutes passed.

I suddenly felt a great hiss strike against my ear-holes. It was powerful in both length and volume, to the point where I nearly doubled over from the sudden shock. Some might consider this to be a state of shell shock. It probably was, but I honestly didn't care. All of a sudden...

I just wanted to get the hell outta there.

I soon marched past the feline heap, not paying him any attention, and I just tried to hurry myself into putting my jumpsuit back on. I think my body and my mind was catching up with what had just happened over the past twenty minutes or so.

I had a feeling this was gonna come back to haunt me. Almost definitely fatally. Though I tried to shrug this off as I buttoned up my jumpsuit collar, and ignored any shaking of mine. I'm sure the guys would understand, I mean... The Luxio attacked me, and I acted in self-defence. If the Luxio and his Nazi goons come after me, well... Best hope to have some back up.

I stared at the door for a few seconds, contemplating how I was gonna walk out towards Marcel, Miguel and the like, having just both been sexually battered and beaten a Luxio within an inch of his life.

But as I did this, a dull cacophony of noise brought me back to reality.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Someone must've either gotten impatient waiting for the shower to free up, or maybe one of the guys outside was getting worried about how long I was taking. As I slowly reached out towards the door handle, a familiar voice rang out from behind the steel door:

"Hey Vito! You in there? You done yet?" came the familiar cry of the Gabite I knew as Marcel. I breathed a sigh of relief as it turned out the latter was behind the door. Not wanting to waste any more time, I assiduously pulled the handle and opened the door, and surprise surprise, Marcel stood in front of me.

"There you are." commented Marcel, his voice having returned to its typical half-hearted tone. Still recuperating from the experience, I took some time in replying.

"Y-Yeah, Marcel. Right here..." I gasped out, with a tinge of vacancy in my voice. Marcel picked this reluctance up immediately.

"...What's bothering you, Vito? You look terrible." The gabite then looked ahead, and before I could give a response, he immediately shoved me aside. He must've seen something.

"What the..." I heard the guy whisper to himself as he moved forward. Not resisting in any way, I followed him, enquiring about what he had seen, even though it was probably definitely obvious by this point.

The gabite immediately stopped in front of the shower, glancing at the downed body of the Nazi Luxio, who was still unconscious. I remained as silent as the grave, but there was only one thing on Marcel's mind.

"What... the HELL... happened here, Vito?" he barked towards me in a manner that oozed demand. Not wanting to cross someone who I now regarded as a friend and a major ally in this place, I decided to come clean about the entire incident.

"Marcel... When... I was taking a shower... This Nazi fucker here... " I pointed a shaking hand towards the pile of comatose flesh and fur, "Thought it'd be a good idea to jump me while I was getting cleaned up..."

Marcel only nodded in response, almost ushering me to continue. And continue I did.

"But that's not the only thing he did... The bastard... He fucked me. Tried to claim me as his property. But when he stopped to catch his breath... Something drove me mad. I suddenly grabbed a loofah, and I think I beat him to the point where he might not walk or eat solid food for a while..." I then picked up the same blood-stained washing instrument that had caused the damage.

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Marcel remained still, having learned about what had happened. I then heard a huge growl come from the gabite as he curled his right hand into a fist, and let out a gargantuan roar as he drove said fist into the tiled wall.

A huge 'THUD' greeted me as the brittle flesh of the reptile met stone, porcelain and plaster. After having the fist retracted, all that was left for the eyes to see, as a modest crack in the wall, plus the impact zone of the fist.

"Those... low-life... scum-sucking... skin-headed _ HYPOCRITES! _" Marcel exploded out in probably the most baleful voice I had heard from him. Then in an instant, he spun to face my downed attacked, and struck him with several well placed kicks. Even from just seeing them, it looked like they packed a huge punch. I could see why many feared Marcel.

He then turned back to face me, now with an apologetic scowl. I figured the guy was also prone to mood swings, since he turned from anger to sorrow in a whisper. "These bastards, Vito... I'm so sorry... I should've known these pricks'd do something like this... Should've kept a closer eye on you..."

I desperately tried to comfort and reassure the Gabite, telling him: "Marcel, don't worry about it. They won't touch me again after this. One cocky bastard jumped me, and he paid the piper for it."

Marcel shook his head, now becoming quite sceptical. "Vito... These... people... aren't gonna stop because you got the slip over one of their men. Once they find out about this, you're gonna be even more of a marked Pokémon. You already gave them some mouth, now you really kicked the hornet's nest."

I went pale almost instantly. Great. Now I not only had to deal with Slick Mick and his crew of sodomites, but also a bumbling gang of Nazi knuckle-draggers. And if they to turn out to be bull queers, It'll most likely feel like I've been fucked by a train if they get to have their way!

"Shit." Was all I had to say in response.

Marcel didn't want to waste any time, as he immediately snatched the bloody loofah off of me, and threw it into the shower before ushering me through the door.

"Let's get the hell out of here." was all he said, as we re-entered the gym. But we had a rather unpleasant welcoming committee.

In front of me was an overweight Pignite who regrettably, was decked in the same swastika tattoo as the rapist Luxio. On the left pectoral. It soon became clear that he lacked some intelligence, as he had the audacity to ask me:

"Heh... Not so tough now are ya, fag...? Plenty more where that came from."

I just glared at the fire-type, almost in disbelief at how stupidly provocative he was, and that he was in the presence of the infamous Marcel LaMonde. But strangely, the gabite remained cool, and just guided me towards the bench where Miguel and B.J were hanging out from before.

"Hey, you two!" rang out the Latino Greninja, followed by a wave as we sat took a seat on the bench. But the gabite immediately threw any pleasantries out of the window.

"Duly noted, Miguel... But we have a problem." came the cold, dry voice of Marcel.

"Huh?" enquire both Miguel and B.J, now curious at what the Gabite had to say.

"Those Nazi fuckers have decided to try and make Vito here... their new property, the sons of butches jumped him."

B.J was the first to respond, gasping softly before responding in a shocked and outraged tone. "Holy Arceus... Are you alright, Vito?"

Before I could respond, Marcel piped in. Guess he was doing the talking for me this time. "He's fine, B.J. Just a bit shaken up, but I have a feeling he's in danger after what he did."

"What he did...?" Miguel replied with curiosity in his voice. Marcel filled in everything.

"The Luxio fucker decided that not only should he jump Vito, but screw him as well. But once the prick was done, Vito decided to smack the bastard to a bloody pulp."

To my surprise, the two compas of the Gabite shot me impressed smiles, having just heard the Luxio had raped me, and I had given him justice. "Well done, Vito... Would've done the same if it was me." piped B.J.

"B.J... That's the problem. Now Vito's on their list. So that's why I'm gonna need you guys to give him the protection you're capable of. I train him, you protect him. Got it?" Suddenly, I was receiving protection from a threat? I had no idea that such protection agencies existed in a prison.

"No problem!" exclaimed Miguel. "I just hope he doesn't mind becoming a friend of the Reds..."

At this point however, I became curious. "Reds?"

Marcel nodded. "Yeah, basically a gang that is opposed to the neo-nazis trying to run the place. I'm not a member myself, but... B.J and Miguel are." Shit, didn't realise that this meant joining a gang.

Miguel immediately tried to reassure me, upon seeing my concerned scowl. "Don't worry, Vito. You don't have to be an official member... Just stick with us, and we'll make sure those _fascistás_don't jump you again." His accent worked somewhat, but I knew how dangerous joining a gang could be.

Once you get in, the only way out... is to die. Many have learned this the hard way.

Not wanting to provoke their ire however, I just nodded without any verbal response, and they seemed to wait for this, as upon me signalling my agreement to them, they and Marcel got down to business in a near instant.

"So, I heard you and Vito get a talking to by that fat pig over there..." I heard B.J quip as all three stole a glance of that very same Pignite chilling out by the shower entrance door, strangely separated from his fellow Nazis. He seemed to be confident, as a smirk marked his face, just beneath his stubby snout.

"Yeah," responded Marcel. "The fucker must've known about the Luxio jumping him. Guess they planned it out."

"Then in that case... he might know about what Vito did," claimed B.J. "And we can't let him get the chance to squeal to his buddies." This didn't sound too good.

"Besides...." Mused Miguel, whose voice had now turned icy and vengeful. "It's standard Red policy... that for every ally attacked by the fascistás... we take two of theirs." From that moment, I knew what they were going to do.

Part of me was for the bastards getting what they had coming to them, but the other part of me was stricken with the fear of the potential retaliation from the Nazis. But for now, since I was in clear eyesight of the Pokémon who committed themselves to protect me... I leaned more towards the former.

"Correct. And I see no reason why we should change our course from this incident, right you two?" said the Lucario.

"Right," me and Marcel both said simultaneously, before we continued to plan out the retaliatory ambush.

"So... B.J here will lead the pig into the showers, since he doesn't know him." directed Miguel, who was now taking lead on the planning table.

"Then, he'll lead him so deep inside that no-one can hear us. Vito, you can man the door if you want... or get some personal revenge yourself... Your choice."

Since I was still a bit reluctant to get overly involved, I thought it would be for the best if I sat this one out. Manning the doors seemed more important, anyway.

"Once the door is shut and secure... Me, B.J and Marcel can each have their own fun with the chubby fatass... Shouldn't take long for him to crack."

Marcel then warned the two: "Just be careful no-one else goes in first. The Luxio's still in there." The two nodded, before getting up.

"Acknowledged, Marcel. Plus, we don't know what this pig's in for, so we might need to take some caution." B.J told us before he began to move over towards the Pignite. He soon made himself look as if he'd just walked into the gym, as no-one really took any notice of him. The first stage of the plan had begun.

Miguel moved close towards us, not wanting to bring too much attention to ourselves, otherwise the plan might've gone tits up without it even being a quarter of the way through.

Me, Marcel and Miguel also got up, but kept as quiet as we could. We slowly made our way over to the shower entrance, and whilst B.J was keeping the chubby Pignite occupied with his small chat, Miguel and Marcel quickly made a slip into the shower room, and I began to hear what the Pignite and the Lucario were talking about.

"Listen," said B.J. "I swear the stuff I've got is pretty good. Come straight off of El Rey." Stuff? What kinda stuff?

"That fuckin' spic?" Blurted out the fire-type. "He better be offering some good coke. I know those bastards tend to spike it to make a profit. And you better not tell my buddies about this." ...Fucking drugs, I shoulda known... So in addition to being an overweight Nazi megalomaniac, this Pignite was a coke fiend.

"I know, dude... They're competition." Sighed a modest-looking B.J. He was playing quite well into this role. No-ones cover had been blown yet.

I stuck to the side of the door adjacent to the one containing the target and the participant, not wanting to attract too much attention to myself. Aside from occasionally stealing a glance at the two, I just kept my head up and listened, focusing my eyes almost into space.

"And don't you let anyone know we're in that business!" demanded the Pignite, trying to assert some authority over B.J, to little avail. B.J stood his ground and remained cool.

"Sure. It's cool, man. Just come into here and we can work something out. I promise, what you'll get is of the highest quality." Heh, at least he what he was saying was somewhat true...

"Okay!" exclaimed the Pignite, now beaming as he lumbered his way into the showers, soon going out of my sight as I stole another glance. Upon his disappearance, I looked to B.J, and he nodded at me, signalling for me to get in and seal the door once he went in himself.

The Lucario then trudged inside the shower room himself, and after waiting a few seconds, I followed suit, though not before I quickly scanned the area to make sure the coast was clear. Indeed it was. No-one was looking in our direction.

I then slipped in, and as I heard the footsteps ahead, I slowly and as quietly as possible closed the door and stood there for the time being, able to get a full view of the shower room.

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I initially laid low, not wanting to blow my cover too soon for my friends' liking. Fortunately the small corridor leading to the shower room was not lit, so I could blend in a bit better, and come out if needed, when the timing was right.

The Pignite and B.J stopped in the centre of the room, with the Pignite growing a bit impatient with the Lucario standing still and not revealing any goods. Soon the silence digressed into full impatience.

"Come on, come on! Where's the stuff, doggy? I gotta get back to my friends!" the Pignite enquired with flight, wanting to be united with the desired powdery drug.

Soon, the penny dropped however...

"My fiery pig of a client..." B.J began. "I'm afraid I haven't been entirely honest with you. There is no coke."

"WHAT!?" shouted the Pignite, now angry that he had been so easily fooled by the canine Pokémon.

"In fact, if you wanna find out why you've been led here, why don't you ask your Luxio buddy over there?" And so, he motioned to the shower entrance, where a familiar body was suddenly tossed out, either by Marcel or Miguel - I couldn't tell who it was at that point - and it landed with a sickening splatter against the hard tiled ground.

In an instant, the Pignite turned near white from the sight of his bloodied comrade, and almost immediately became hysterical.

"Oh... Oh my GOD!" recoiled the Pignite as he saw the extent of his friend's injuries. "What the HELL did you do to Luke, you sick bastard?!"

"More like..." piped in a new voice, which I instantly recognised as Marcel's. "What did Luke do to my friend?"

"He..." sputtered the Pignite. "He was just putting that bitch in his place! The punk shouldn't have run his mouth off at him in the first place!"

"And yet..." spoke another new voice, the latino accent clearly revealing it to be Miguel. "...You thought it'd be a good idea to run your mouth off at Marcel and my friend when they came out?"

"Muh... Marcel?!" squeaked the Pignite. He then turned to address the source of his voice. "I-I didn't know it was you! Honest!"

The Gabite then stepped out of the cubicle, with a bloodthirsty grin plastered across his face. It was clear he had less than pure intentions in mind. The Pignite in an instant, dropped to his knees, beginning to plead with the well-reputed sadist now before him.

"P-Please! Don't hurt me! I won't do it again! I don't wanna have my ears eaten! PLEASE!" But the Gabite didn't pay any heed, and instead motioned for Miguel to come in. This only furthed the fears of the Pignite.

"What the... Oh FUCK! It's El Rojo!" Upon noticing Miguel's presence. I just figured he had a reputation as a member of this "Red" clique.

B.J then mocked him, mocking the bell of a game show. "Ding ding ding ding ding! You got it right, buddy! Looks like you were dumb enough to lure yourself into a Red trap."

"You fucking rats!" shouted the Pignite. "I KNEW this wasn't quite right!"

I decided to pipe in at this point, seeing as how everyone knew by this point. "Then why did you fall for it? You could've walked the hell away..."

Upon seeing my servine self, the Pignite immediately recognised me. "You...! You fucking set this up, didn't ya! YOU FUCKING SNAKE! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!"

In an instant, the Pignite became enraged at my presence, and tried to charge at me. However, he forgot about the others, as Miguel stuck a foot out, and the Pignite clumsily tripped over it, smacking against the cold, hard ground.

B.J then stopped the Pignite from getting by planting a foot into his back, pinning him on the ground. Then he looked to me, and then to the others, before slowly casting a devious smirk.

"Heh... This'll be fun, boys... Me and Miguel over there haven't bagged us a good nazi for a few weeks. Today that changes. Since your buddy over there decided it'd be a good idea to beat and rape a good friend of ours, it's time for you to pay the piper. Your friend's done it, and now it's your turn!"

In an instant, B.J pulled the Pignite up onto his feet and immediately used his upper body strength to pin him against the wall. The Pignite could only shake and squirm as the Lucario's friends closed in on him, so to cut off any retreats.

Before the Pignite could open his mouth to protest, the Lucario immediately drove his right fist into the gut of the fire-type, which initially caused him to double over, only to be held back into position by the left arm of B.J, now across the porcine's neck. B.J then follows this up with another punch to the gut, again with his right fist.

Then again.

And again.

And soon it descended into a full flurry of right hand punches. I lost count after a few blows.

Miguel and Marcel were only watching at this point, almost observing how the Porcine reacted to every single blow he received. Soon he began to cry out in clear pain, and after a few minutes, it was clear the pig's noises were going to be a potential problem for the assailants.

"Hey Vito..." quipped Miguel. "You see that small towel over there? Go get it for me. We need to shut this maricón up." Not wanting to provoke any ire from any of them, I obliged, and grabbed it from the rusty rack near the sink.

As I grabbed onto it, Miguel added. "Eh... Might wanna dampen it first... It'll work better that way." I only nodded before running it under the one working tap in the sink. This place clearly needed some maintenance, but I digress.

Since B.J had momentarily stopped his punches for a bit - presumably to catch his breath - the Pignite decided to act cocky and insult Miguel.

"Heh... You're a typical fucking spic... Gotta get others to do your jobs for ya. Do your own dirty work for once!"

Instead of replying with anger, the Greninja only let out a mischievous chuckle as he soon put the Pignite firmly in his place. "Oh..." Then I heard the familiar clicking sound of a switchblade. "I am."

Upon seeing the metal blade shine against the light of the room, the Pignite gulped. "I'm... s-sorry..." Clearly he wanted to gain sympathy now, but no quarter was given.

B.J responded by throwing the Pignite to the ground, and in an instant, they signalled for me to bind the pig's mouth. I did so without question, tightly shoving most of the cloth into his mouth, and holding it behind his head, so he couldn't find a way out of it. Typical way of silencing someone.

As I was crouched on the floor, just inches above the head of the Pignite, all three Pokémon launched a tremendous assault on the Pignite, violently kicking and stomping at his gut, since it was the most detectable area of the fat fire-type.

If not for the wet rag muffling the protests of the Pignite, he would be full on screaming and shouting by this point. Even muffled, there was great volume and depth to the Pignite's noises of protestation and discomfort. Marcel decided to toy with the fire-type earlier by driving a hard right-footed stomp between the Pignite's legs.

The Pignite's eyes widened in an instant, and a loud muffled cry of pain emitted from the rag-covered maw of the fire-type Pokémon.

"Hah! Not so confident now, are ya..." commented a vengeful Marcel as he continued to stomp away at the crotch of the fire pig. The muffled squeal continued, though no-one outside heard. The other two focused on the gut of the Pignite.

This treatment continued for at least 10 minutes, with the Pignite being mercilessly being stomped both in the gut, the crotch and in the face. He would most likely be black and blue by sunrise tomorrow. If not comatose.

But now, Miguel had a new idea. "Now... let's see that nice little belly of yours, piggy..." and I helped force the pig onto his back, whilst keeping the gag in his mouth. Marcel and B.J used their feet to hold his arms in place, so nothing could be interrupted.

Miguel now clearly displayed his switchblade, before announcing his intentions. "Now... since you're man enough to show off that fucking swastika to everyone who comes into the gym... We're gonna give you something to accompany it... Something that you'll never be able to take off..."

By this point, the Pignite was wailing and muffling several undecipherable things through the wet rag. B.J decided to further humiliate the Pignite by asking us:

"I think the pig wants to say something... Let his voice be heard, Vito!" and in reply, I slowly took the rag out of his mouth, briefly allowing him a chance to speak.

And he took advantage of it. "You sick, twisted SPI--"

But before he could finish his little insult, I forced the rag down his mouth again, muffling whatever else he had to say. I then nodded to the Greninja, who without warning, drove the tip of the blade into the fatty skin of the Pignite's plump belly.

Blood was draw in a near instant, as he immediately caved a diagonal line down the belly of the pig. The muffled screams of the pig were now becoming slowly more louder and more pain-filled, as his skin was basically being mutilated by the frog he had abused so much.

The screams only grew more audible as Miguel continued to carve what was beginning to be a large five-point star into the abdomen of the Pignite.

B.J complimented the skills of the water-type, exclaiming: "Damn, Miguel! You're carving just Michaelangelo!" To which Miguel nodded with an appreciative smile. It was like he was embracing this attack as an art piece.

After a few more minutes, the Pignite's belly was covered with blood, as Miguel was putting the finishing touches to his self-proclaimed 'masterpiece'. I assumed this was the symbol of the Reds, much like how the swastika is the symbol of the Nazis.

"And here..." he finally struck the knife off, completing the fifth point of the star. "...we are!"

The last and final scream from the Pignite was the loudest, as I had trouble trying to suppress it with my trusty rag.

"There." Commented Marcel. "You've marked him as an outcast... How very very said." he particularly feigned sadness and sympathy at the last part.

Tears were freely running down the Pignite's face as the mutilation had been completed. But it was only the beginning for him.

For me and the two Reds however, the job was done. "Vito, B.J and Miguel... You've done a good job. You can make your way out now. I'm gonna have a little fun with the outcast here and his rapist friend before I make my way back to the cells. Don't wanna miss the fresh fish come in..." Fresh fish? Must meant a new crop of inmates were arriving that night. Nonetheless, we got up and made out way for the door. But not before Miguel had a few final words.

"Eh?" Enquired Miguel. "What kinda fun?"

Marcel only chuckled, before roughly turning the fire pig over, and roughly ripepd off the denim garments protecting his rear end. "I haven't had a good release in a while... Plus..." he then rasped out into the Pignite's ear.

"I bet you squeal, don't you..? I bet you can squeal like a pig..." At this point, the Pignite began to violently shake and stir, shrieking out as the Gabite prepped himself.

All I know about Gabite anatomy is... they're reputed for having barbs on their members. And if one happens to take it without any lube... Ouch. One is in for a world of hurt.

Not wanting to see any more sodomy, all three of us made a beeline for the door and quickly slipped out, firmly slamming the door beforehand.

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After that, all three of us agreed to go our separate ways for the time being, all bidding each other goodbye. But before I left the gym, B.J shouted out to me, just as I opened the door.

"Vito! Might wanna prep yourself for tonight! Or if you want, bet some cigarettes! The fresh fish'll most likely cause a lot of noise..."

Bet cigarettes? I needed to investigate this further. Looks like a trip to the mess hall.

And again... fresh fish...

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And thus ends the longest chapter so far in One Way Out! And what a bloody way to end it! More brutality against Nazis, and Vito's introduction to the brutal Red gang! Expect plenty more updates in the near-future, and be sure to check me out on AGNPH, InkBunny and SoFurry! Be sure to give feedback, but remember: flames offering no constructive criticism will either be ignored or deleted.

Until next time, this is PokeCJG, signing off!