This story is posted on the Literotica website; the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent. This chapter picks up right where the third one left off...I am confident you will like it as a standalone, but I warn you if you read it first, you'll end up going back and reading chapters 1, 2, & 3 anyway...
Special thanks to Literotica member Closetcuck1 for the use of one of his character names...
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Warden Grant Rawlins woke in the pitch black rear section of his Range Rover in the same excruciating body pose he'd been in throughout the longest night of his life. The proud prison leader had pissed himself at least once during the night and the mounting pain in his shattered shoulder and broken ribs now defied comprehension. He tried to move into a more comfortable position but his crushed bones and bound wrists wouldn't allow it. He groaned in agony as his concussed head throbbed intensely.
As they had for the entire night, his nightmarish thoughts returned to Liv, his gorgeous wife, and the incomprehensible horror that she undoubtedly endured at the hands of that rapist beast Mylo Dickenson. The warden had no idea where the two of them were at the moment, but he assumed the abuser had taken her from the vehicle and had his way with her yet again. He thought back to the unbearable sounds of Mylo's seemingly endless rape of Liv in his
own
office the previous night and the oral sex the depraved predator forced upon her in the Range Rover while he listened injured, bound, and helpless in the far rear of the vehicle.
The warden estimated they'd driven about an hour following Mylo's triumphant climax at the conclusion of his wife's coerced blowjob and titty-fuck. Rawlins had heard the two of them exit the car upon reaching their current destination, but the only sound he'd heard since, was the unloading of the roof top storage container hours earlier.
The remainder of the night was as silently miserable as any he could remember.
Suddenly the back door of the Range Rover flew open and diffused sunlight cascaded through the frosted windows of his Sea Ranch, California garage door. Having been in absolute darkness for so long, even the muted light burned the warden's eyes. And then, another far worse image came into his blurred view, it was the smug toothy grin of escaped rapist Mylo Dickenson, "Good morning fuckhead, I hope you had as good a night as I did! Oh shit it stinks in here, did you piss your fucking pants?"
Grant stared at him through hateful eyes, unable to respond until Mylo reached out and pulled his mouth gag from his aching head.
"Fuck you Mylo, where are we?" The warden growled through clenched teeth.
The serial rapist roughly yanked the injured prison official from the SUV, making his battered body recoil in agony, "I think you'll recognize where we are pretty quickly cocksucker!" Mylo teased before a concerning realization formed on the warden's face.
"Pretty nice place you and the Missus have here. The State of California is obviously paying you
way
too much to be a fucking prick everyday of your life!" Mylo spewed.
"How did you find...I mean...how did we come to be...?"
Mylo cut him off, "Your wife is a pretty good navigator...certainly not her only job from the passenger seat as you undoubtedly heard...that slut was pretty good at her other responsibilities too! But even after she and I got really baked, we were able to guide this bitch to your vacation house despite that incessant rain," Mylo bragged as he pounded the Range Rover's sturdy hood. "The rainy shit still hasn't let up; I bet all those boys down in the Bay Area cleaning up after that fucking quake aren't real happy about that!"
The warden stared at the criminal with a disdainful gaze as his leg dragged behind while Mylo followed him through the garage at gunpoint. On the way, Grant cringed at the mud-covered mangled bumper and front quarter panel of his new Range Rover.
Mylo noticed the pained expression, "Dude, your rig got pretty fucked up when I bounced it off that boulder at that muddy campground!" The prison escapee laughed loudly. "But you have to give me a pass man, it was hard as hell to see in that fucked-up weather, I was really stoned, and I was dying to get my dick sucked. I admit I was probably being more careless than I should have...but you know what's it like when that need to empty your balls is the only thing on your mind...huh chief?"
Warden Rawlins stared despisingly at the brazen son of a bitch.
Just after they moved past the SUV, Mylo's attention turned to Grant's big Harley Davidson that he had admired in detail the previous night, "Nice bike ass-fuck! I might have to borrow that fucker while I'm here. Your wife told me where I could find the keys last night!" Mylo bragged with a sinister laugh.
Again Grant glared at him through hateful eyes, knowing full well Liv would
never willingly
offer him the keys to her husband's baby.
As they entered the spacious house, the warden's heart skipped a beat as the moaning sounds of a woman being soundly fucked and bodies slapping wildly in an energetic mating were the first thing he heard. For some inexplicable reason, Grant's mind flashed to Mylo's bio where he'd read about all the videotaped assaults the sick mother-fucker had executed in the course of his rapist rampage,
"Did that son of a bitch find our video camera and tape himself having sex with my wife?"
The warden was relieved when he realized the sounds were coming from a porn video playing on the large screen TV over the living room fireplace.
Grant's anxiety returned when he recognized the scene as one from
his and Liv's
collection of porn videos,
"Oh fuck he found our porn stash..."
And the fact that porn played at all, only solidified his fears that sex was the central element to what undoubtedly transpired in his place the previous night.
The next thing that grabbed Grant's attention was the unmistakable scent of marijuana mixed with cigarettes.
