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 fifth one left off...I am confident you will enjoy it as a standalone, but I suspect you'll want to go back and read chapters 1-5 afterwards.
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Axel Rose's unmistakable voice blared from the speakers as the smell of sizzling bacon wafted through the Rawlins' weekend retreat in Sea Ranch, California. Outside, the ceaseless rain pounded heavily around the isolated property.
Like all the residents of this remote seaside community, the Rawlins' had been drawn to Sea Ranch for its rugged beauty and get-away-from-it-all charm. Most of the upscale homes rested on a four mile stretch of grass covered landscape that sloped invitingly towards picturesque cliffs overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Few trees and even fewer close neighbors made this the perfect geographic antidote to the rat race existence of their primary residence in the Bay Area.
Unfortunately for the captive couple, it also meant the likelihood of someone dropping by for a stick of butter was quite remote too. Their nearest neighbor was a thousand yards away.
The Rawlins' had bought the place late the previous summer and spent most of the fall remodeling and decorating. In late autumn and over the holidays, their weekends were filled hosting extended family or simply enjoying the peace and serenity of the solitary place to themselves. They hadn't made much of an effort to meet their "neighbors". But in spite of their yearning for isolationism, the Rawlins' had committed to spending much of the upcoming spring and summer exploring the breathtaking terrain and immersing themselves in the culture of coastal Northern California and Southern Oregon. They had lots of trips planned up Highway 1 on Grant's Harley.
Those alluring plans were now the farthest thing from their minds.
Liv Rawlins' hacking cough challenged the Guns N' Roses iconic singer's octave range as ironically the band's famous ballad
November Rain
blared from the speakers. A billowing smoke cloud exited the young wife's lungs as her coughing fit continued. Mylo Dickenson laughed as he removed the thick joint from her fingers and took another hit himself. "Okay honey, just one more for you and then we'll sit down and enjoy this incredible feast you prepared for us!"
"No more...please. You said if I took that first one I could stop, and now you want me to take a
third
, this is crazy! I don't do this stuff..."
"Shit baby, think of it like a vacation! We don't have anywhere to be or anyone to see, we can just hang out and enjoy each other's company all day...if you think about it, we have a lot to celebrate—I mean it
is
the one day anniversary of the first time we fucked!" Mylo teased, knowing the comment was especially insensitive for the captive couple as today was actually their seventh wedding anniversary.
"Company? Vacation? Anniversary? It's more like a FUCKING NIGHTMARE! Why don't you just take the car and anything else you want, and make a run for it before they find you. Grant and I won't tell them you were here and you can be far away by then."
Mylo laughed. "Sugar, there are a couple of problems with your scenario. First, I don't want to leave. And second, if I did, one of the things I'd take with me would be your sexy ass! So unless you want to be like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde, I would suggest you hit that doobie one more time and shut the fuck up!"
The deviant watched proudly as the half-naked wife reluctantly hit the Sour Diesel spliff for the third time. He ogled her flawless body displayed to perfection in the deep cut lingerie exposing her large breasts. "Hey chief," he yelled out to the gagged warden sitting solitarily across the room, "Do you remember if Bonnie from Bonnie and Clyde had as nice a rack as your wife? I'm thinking not or ol' Clyde might have been too distracted to kill all those fuckin' people...kind of like I am right now! Hahaha."
The warden stared at him blankly. His bound wrist still connected to the wrought iron section of the couch. Over the past hour, he'd watched and listened as best he could above the loud music, as the deranged criminal juvenilely tortured his faultless wife with constant verbal and physical goading. A litany of sexual teases and references to the previous night's activities spewed from his mouth. All the while, the son-of-a-bitch spanked, pinched, and groped her while she prepared his extravagant breakfast. The pancake spatula was his play toy of choice as he slapped her exposed ass cheeks again and again.
For Liv, the whole experience was challenging enough, but doing it while stoned was next to impossible. The criminal had been smart enough to have her administer his insulin shot before they started partying heavily. Once that was out of the way he broke out the weed. And now making matters worse, the convict had prepared two of the strongest Bloody Mary's either of them had ever tasted. Periodically he would make her stop what she was doing and take a large swig with him. They followed each guzzle with a mandated kiss that her husband was forced to watch.
In reference to the warden, Liv wasn't the only one having to deal with Mylo's constant banter. The rapist took extra pleasure in verbally assaulting him too. "Hey chief, how's that porn treating you?" He yelled out. "That threesome shit is fucking awesome ain't it? As a matter of fact, I wish that hot Indian reporter we saw on the news earlier was here. I can tell you if she was, me, her, and the little missus would be all tangled up in that bedroom right now! Hahaha. I bet it's a bitch having that cage on your little pecker while that hot ass shit plays in front of you! Maybe at some point if you're a good boy, I'll let you jack off while me and the old lady get it on again! Oh...that's assuming you
can
jack off, which arm do you do it with?" He teased rhetorically.
The warden stared despisingly at the abhorrent criminal, hoping against hope that his revenge would come sooner than later. Meanwhile, his guilt-filled wife did her best to ignore his crazed rants and when it was finally time to eat she asked, "Can you unlock him so we can bring him to the table?"
"Table? He ain't eatin' at this fuckin' table, not smellin' like he does. As a matter of fact, he ain't getting near this grub! When we're done, I got some other menu items for him." Mylo laughed.
Liv glanced worriedly in her husband's direction before questioning, "What do you mean 'other menu items', I made plenty of food for all three of us?"
"Don't fucking worry about him, he'll get his nourishment, but right now c'mon over and sit that pretty little ass in my lap, I'm hungry as fuck from all that fuckin'!"
Liv could see the impatient gaze forming on Mylo's face again. She decided she was better off doing what he said than questioning him again. After delivering two large platters of eggs, bacon, pancakes, and fruit to the table she asked, "Don't you want to have room to eat? I bet you haven't had a meal like this in a long time, I could sit over there and give you plenty of space."
"Haha, I got nothing but time on my hands honey. So if it takes an hour to eat this awesome looking spread, I'm good with it. Besides, my stomach isn't the only body part looking for a little nourishment." Mylo teased while flashing the same shit-eating grin she'd seen before. He led her gaze to his lap where his huge cock extended several inches out the top of his boxers. "That hot little blonde at the weed shop was right about that Diesel shit, it makes my fuckin' dick hard!"
Liv gasped loudly. She was at a loss for words as she thought shockingly to herself,
"How can his huge penis be hard again already? He isn't going to want to have sex right here...in front of Grant...is he?"
Her final question was answered quickly as he backed his seat from the table. "Baby, climb down under here and help me get my boxers off. I'm not shy, and there's something cathartic about eating naked!"
With the music blaring loudly, Grant could only hear bits and pieces of their conversation but he had a pretty good idea what Mylo was coercing his wife to do. He pulled on his restraints yet again, but he could feel the power in his resistance fading quickly. The interminable pain and swelling in his broken bones, lack of food, and utter exhaustion were sapping what little energy he had left.
Liv took one final glance in her husband's direction before kneeling down under the table. Mylo ran one of his big hands through her hair. "Okay Sugar, help me get these uncomfortable fucker's off."
They worked together to free the snug boxers and Liv maneuvered them over his unit before sliding them down his legs. His semi-hard cock swung back out and flopped against her pretty face. The talented children's doctor moved her small hand to his shaft and reluctantly guided the swollen head into her mouth at Mylo's direction.
The sex offender's head fell back as he groaned loudly. "Oh fuck yeah!" Now with his hungry cock being serviced, Mylo turned his attention to the buffet and proceeded to shovel the delectable contents into his hungry mouth. The home-cooked breakfast feast was like a gift from heaven. He honestly couldn't tell which was better, the tasty food or the breakfast blowjob.
Liv couldn't believe his cock was already in her mouth again.
Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by more of Mylo's hubris. "Damn warden...Mmmm...you don't know what you're missing over here. I honestly don't know what's better, your wife's wet lips or her fuckin' blueberry pancakes!"
The warden seethed with rage. For the second time since they'd awoken, his beautiful wife was being forced to pleasure the deranged sociopath orally. This time however, her positioning, the loveseat to his left, and the placement of the kitchen table set, obscured his view of the debauchery. But the constant verbal chatter from the arrogant piece of shit, let him know exactly what was happening.
"Yeah, you suck a really mean cock honey! But as filling as I know that fucker is, you must be starving yourself, climb on up here and get yourself some of this incredible grub." Mylo encouraged as he easily lifted her lingerie clad body from her knees and maneuvered it into his lap. She was now facing her husband's direction as Mylo's huge cock pressed against her g-string clad pussy.
When she looked over in Grant's direction, Liv noticed her vision was slightly blurred—she immediately chalked it up to the marijuana and vodka.
"Jeez it's only a quarter to eleven and I already feel like this? What in the world is the rest of this day going to be like?"
