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'!"
