Warden's Wife Pays His Debt

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.

"Thanks for smoking in my house..."

"It wasn't just

me

limp-dick, but I wouldn't worry about that, as you might imagine I'm gonna do

far

worse things in here...

already

have for that matter!" He laughed. "Have a seat fucknut," Mylo growled as he shoved the warden onto his own living room sofa. Rawlins landed with an excruciating shriek as all his broken bones seethed simultaneously.

Mylo parked himself in Grant's own personal recliner directly across from the couch. The rapist wore only satin boxers that the warden immediately recognized as his own. Mylo's biceps, large chest muscles and ripped six-pack abs were impossible to ignore; so was the head of his long fat cock as it lay exposed out the bottom of one of the boxer legs.

The pained prison official then noticed one of his own 50-year-old scotch bottles and two high-ball glasses resting on the coffee table between a half-dozen empty cans of Bud Light. Grant Rawlins had saved the scotch for a special occasion, but the expensive bottle was now nearly empty.

Next to the booze was an ashtray with several cigarette butts and at least one marijuana blunt scattered about. He immediately noticed that the roach and a couple of the cigarette butts had lipstick on them. Grant gulped at the realization, prior to this evening, Liv hadn't smoked pot since college and she was never one to put something as despicable as cigarettes into her body.

But the thing that concerned Grant most was the mirror that sat on the table with a large pile of white powder and a straw resting on it. The warden stared at the cocaine with uncomprehending concern. This son of a bitch was obviously forcing his wife to do things Grant couldn't imagine her doing on her own.

Just as disturbing to the warden's growing anxiety, a familiar red-colored satin box lay on the adjacent loveseat. Grant immediately recognized it as his and Liv's secret box of kink. Mylo saw him looking over at it, "Ah yes, I found your and the Missus hidden smut box in your closet last night. I got to give you credit chief, there's lots of really good shit in there!"

Grant swallowed hard at the thought that this convicted rapist from

his

own prison had uncovered him and Liv's secret box of sex toys and accessories. This was a private little component of their life that they would never have shared with anyone, and now it sat exposed, open for the crazed sexual deviant to peruse at his perverted desire.

"I have to say I was surprised that a straight-laced warden like you was into some of that kinky shit, but after spending the night with that hot little sex kitten, I can't say I'm as shocked about her! I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty of absconding a few of the box's contents already. The fuzzy cuffs, nipple clamps, strawberry motion lotion and the porn videos were all fun little compliments last night!" Mylo licked around his lips as an evil grin formed on them, "Umm...I can tell you chief, there's nothing quite like the taste of strawberry flavored pussy after you've been eating fucking prison food for twenty years!"

The warden bitterly held his tongue as he tried to wrap his mind around what the crazed rapist just said to him.

Mylo continued, "But I also have to say, besides her fondness for some of the kinky shit in that box, that wife of yours has some of the sexiest slut-wear I can ever remember. In addition to that hot little bra she had on in your office, her big drawer of lingerie would make some of the strippers that I used to know blush. Fuck she looks good in all that shit...I can't wait to see her in the rest of the stuff she didn't already model for me!"

The warden cringed at the comment but figured Mylo was just trying to get under his skin.

The muscled convict then moved from his seat and knelt next to a crumpled garment on the floor not far from where Grant sat, "Take this for instance," Mylo held up a skimpy leopard skin patterned shear snap-crotch stretch teddy, "she said it was something new she bought for your anniversary...oh Happy Anniversary by the way chief..."

Grant gulped at the incredulity that this mother-fucker had somehow coerced his wife into telling him it was their anniversary. He also didn't recognize the hot lingerie the convict now held in his hands.

Mylo continued, "Anyway I know you haven't seen her in this little number yet, but trust me it's fucking hot! She looked especially good in it while dancing and stripping for me!" The taunting rapist then held the unbuttoned crotch up to his nose and took a big whiff, "Ah yes...your wife's scent all-right! You know chief, I've only known her a short time, but I already consider myself an expert on

the

subject!" He smiled cruelly before tossing it into the warden's lap.

Rawlins clenched both of his fists and asked between gritted teeth, "Where is she?"

"She's passed-out in

our

bed, as you can imagine, she had quite a night...

and

morning!"

"You know I'm going to kill you Mylo!"

"Haha...you aren't in too strong a position to accomplish that fuckhead!"

"What do you want? You can have the car and I can make a withdrawal from the bank for however much you desire. You can be in Canada before they have any idea what's going on!"

Mylo laughed loudly. "Not sure how you would

kill me

under that scenario chief, but regardless...some fucking prison official you are! You run a maximum security shithole tighter than any warden I've seen, applying unbending rules and non-negotiable terms for a bunch of three-strike felons, gang thugs, rapists and murderers; but as soon as the shoe is on the other foot and it's you and the hot little wifey in trouble, you cower like a frightened puppy and offer a freedom path to a notorious rapist! I bet those Canadian Mounties wouldn't be too happy with your sorry ass when they find out you released me so my big cock could rape every hot housewife from BC to Ontario..."

The warden did his best to not show any emotion as Mylo continued, "...but truthfully

I could

make a run for the Canadian border with some cash in my pocket, but I'd be looking over my shoulder every step of the way and my right hand would be the only thing keeping me company at night. Eventually they would track me down and either kill me or send me back to prison. So no, I'm not interested in your offer asshole! Besides I have everything I want right here...Your house, your car, your bike, your booze, your bed, but most importantly those big fuckin' tits and that tight little squirtin'

pussy

of yours! No warden, I'm going to stay right here and enjoy every last second of the gifts you're going to provide me, while you suffer through every intolerable second!"

"They'll find us here in no time..." Grant responded, grasping at straws.

"Yeah maybe...but that's why I'm not wasting any time banging that hot wife of yours! They aren't going to take me alive, so I'm going to spend every last minute of my time on God's green earth enjoying myself with that little slut. But I'm not selfish, she'll be the beneficiary of that too...you know that fucking horny bitch came like a geyser all night long don't you?"

"I don't believe that for a second! You have an overinflated opinion of yourself Mylo! You think just because you tie women up, drug them, and take them against their will, that you are some sort of Don Juan! My wife would never be attracted to a fucking loser like you!"

"Oh yeah, let me show you something fucknut," Mylo growled as he grabbed the warden by the collar and lifted the two hundred pound man off the couch like a child. The warden tried his best not to show Mylo, but the pain was so intense he thought he might pass out yet again. His captor dragged him through the house as fast as his broken body and injured leg would allow. As they turned the corner into the master bedroom, the sight and smell that greeted Grant Rawlins made him forget about his injuries.

The strongest aroma of sex he could ever recall wafted strongly from the dimly lit room. His wife's sweet bubble ass sat propped up by a large pillow as she lay passed out on their bed. She was completely nude - her sinewy body face down and spreadeagle on top of the satin sheets, none of her long slender limbs bound in any fashion. Her typically taught, athletic frame looked fatigued and used. Dark red handprints adorned her puffy ass cheeks and a thick slimy goo seeped from her semen splattered asshole over her swollen pussy lips onto the sheets. The remainder of the bed was a wet mess too, covered in the bodily fluids from an obvious pair of sexually vibrant individuals.

Grant's ego always swelled on the infrequent occasions that he pleasured his wife to such heights that she experienced one of her squirting climaxes. He never even minded sleeping in the wet spot afterwards as his confidence was always at an all-time high following one of her euphoric ejaculations.

Right now, it was at an all-time low. He immediately concluded that this evil man must have taken his beautiful wife to pleasure places she had never known. The beast had clearly fucked her so thoroughly that few

dry

patches remained on their king-sized bed.

But despite Mylo's apparent sexual prowess, Grant still wondered how his faithful wife could respond like that to a sexual predator of his depths - she was a respected professional physician and he was a fucking serial rapist who dropped out of school in the tenth grade for God sakes...

The warden's thoughts were interrupted by Mylo's gravelly voice, "See what I mean asshole, that tight little pussy gushed like a fountain even when my big cock was depositing its precious cargo elsewhere," He paused with a Cheshire cat grin in a blatant attempt to convey to the warden that he had taken his wife in the ass...and better yet...she got off on it!

Grant's eyes widened as he comprehended Mylo's veiled reference about from where the viscous substance now leaked. In addition to that crushing realization, the warden was dumbstruck at the volume of semen splattered all over his wife's genitals.

Mylo continued his litany, "I don't know if it was the blow I stole from the prison's infirmary or what, but that bitch was like the fucking energizer bunny after she got it up her nose! And that amazing shit made her big nipples so hard, I thought they were going to put my fuckin' eyes out! I can't tell you how excited I am chief that there's a lot more where that shit came from..." He cackled spitefully "...but probably not as excited as your wife!"

The warden felt like he was being kicked in the gut over and over.

Mylo dragged the distraught, injured man back out to the living room and tossed him down on the couch again. The warden groaned in misery once more before the rapist continued, "So you still think I have an inflated opinion of myself you piece of shit? Apparently, as much as she might have wanted to, your slut wife clearly didn't share that opinion! How does it feel to know that while you were spraying piss in your pants last night, she was spraying cum all over my cock and tongue? I'm surprised you didn't hear her moaning and screaming from the garage..."

The warden sat staring at Mylo with tears in his typically proud eyes, grasping to come up with a response, "Why...why are you...what's it going to take for you to stop this madness?"

Mylo sprung out of the chair and was across the space between them in less than a second; he gripped the warden by the neck as vitriol spewed from his curled lips, "How dare you ask me that question mother-fucker! You have personally made my life a living hell for the past six years. Do you have any idea what it feels like to have a large black man stuff his massive cock in your ass? Well

I

do, thanks to you asshole! I swore that night, when you put that animal in my cell, I was going to get my revenge on your sorry ass someday...well someday has arrived! I should fuck

you

in the ass with my big dick just to teach you a lesson, but you're lucky I'm not a homo, so instead I'm going to give it to your wife so thoroughly she'll never feel that little dick of yours ever again!"

The warden cringed at Mylo's haunting words. He could see the pure hatred in the sociopath's eyes and truly feared for him and Liv's lives, yet he couldn't bite his tongue, "You're a fucking monster Mylo!"

"I'm not a monster, but my fucking cock is and he's the one in charge around here now! And I hate to tell you, but he's a loose cannon when wet horny pussy is nearby - and I can tell you that tight dripping shit in the other room certainly qualifies!"

The warden glared at him again before Mylo continued, "But that's enough talking for now, I don't want to hear another word out of your worthless mouth right now; sit there and shut the fuck up. We'll put the porn back on when the little woman wakes up, but in the meantime, show me how to work this fucking TV, I want to see what's happening down there following that quake!"

*****

Two hours earlier, a special task force of local law enforcement, California prison officials, and the National Guard met in a large conference room at the Marin County Civic Center. The building built in 1962, was one of famous architect Frank Lloyd Wright's masterpieces and was miraculously one of the few substantial structures in the area that was still in good enough condition following the devastating temblors to house the meeting.

The hastily assembled summit was organized to formulate a game plan to deal with the escalating situation taking place at San Quentin Prison.

"As you all know, we have a serious problem at Quentin!" San Rafael Deputy Police Chief Ryan Brogdon announced as he opened the proceedings. "I will give a report on what we know as of this point and then open it up for questions and roundtable before we establish our plan and assign protocols."