Warden's Wife Pays His Debt Ch. 04

After receiving a room full of head nods, he continued, "As many of you have probably already heard, I can now confirm that during the first quake, San Quentin's primary guard tower collapsed at approximately 5:04 p.m. last night, apparently killing all eight guards on watch."

Most meeting attendees, even if they'd already heard the tragic news, winced in emotional shock at the incomprehensible report before the officer continued.

"The entire roof structure of the B-wing cell building also apparently collapsed as well. The inmates would have been in the dining hall at that time however, but again we really have no idea as to the injury and/or death counts associated with that structure failure."

He went on, "Not long after that, we have now confirmed that a very large group of inmates rushed the obviously shaken and stunned guard staff in the dining hall and overtook them. Again, we have no specifics regarding injuries or loss of life, but we can assume the number to be quite robust."

Significant angst appeared on the faces of all in attendance. But their response from that information paled in comparison to the next piece of news.

"At approximately 7:00 p.m. a gasoline tanker truck apparently lost control following the large aftershock and careened into the auxiliary guard gate. Catastrophically, it happened right at the time of the afternoon/evening shift change and we can now say with certainty that as many as 15 guards were killed instantaneously."

This time the room erupted in shocked horror.

Once he regained order, the deputy chief continued, "Obviously this is all tragic news, but our priority right now is regaining control inside the prison. Before any of you ask, we feel quite certain there was only a very short, one minute or less, power interruption in the third level electrocution fence surrounding the inmate housed areas between when the primary power supply went down and the auxiliary kicked in. We can say with confidence, it is very unlikely any inmates were able to bypass the first two barriers and the compromised third in less than a minute's time. For that reason we are relatively certain that all inmates remain inside the compound."

One of the prison officials asked, "What about the area around the auxiliary guard gate? Was there not some fence damage in addition to the guard shack obliteration?"

The deputy chief answered, "Yes, a large section of the fence was destroyed and it is possible someone could have gotten through, but it's extremely unlikely. They still would have had to navigate the first three barriers, although there is no electrocution fence in that area, but even at that remote possibility, two sheriff patrol units were on the scene within five minutes of the tragedy, making it highly unlikely anyone escaped the compromised area before they arrived. The area is now manned with a significant security detail while arrangements are being made to repair the fence."

Everyone in the room sat in silence trying to come to grips with the gravity of the situation before the deputy chief spoke again, "There is one final extremely concerning piece of news to report, we have reason to believe Chief Warden Rawlins and his wife may have been inside the compound at the time of the takeover!"

More gasps and disbelieving groans came from the group.

"We have spoken with Rawlins' personal assistant...a Miss...ah Taggert...Lisa Taggert, who confirmed that the warden and his wife, Olivia Rawlins, were still in the administrative building when she departed at approximately 4:50 p.m. yesterday afternoon. According to Taggert, Warden Rawlins and his wife were just stopping by to grab some things before heading down to San Francisco for their anniversary weekend."

A few in the room who knew Liv Rawlins suddenly got a mental image of the warden's hot wife being ravaged and gang-raped by a horde of crazed convicts.

The deputy chief continued, "There is obviously no sign-out log to confirm the warden's potential departure as he and his wife would have exited through the auxiliary gate, but sadly there is no longer a guard building remaining to house the log. Also, the quake rendered all the surveillance cameras inoperable and when the main power was interrupted, all of the key card and retinal scan log data for the previous eight hours was erased."

He continued, "To make matters worse, apparently the software managing the card and retinal logging data storage is purposefully programmed inoperable when being supplied by auxiliary power. Based on the lack of prison security data, we simply cannot confirm whether the warden and his wife departed the facility or not. However, when we checked with the San Francisco hotel in which they were registered, it was confirmed they never arrived. We sent a squad car to the warden's residence in San Anselmo but the house/dog sitter said the Rawlins' had not returned there either."

"Finally," the deputy chief said with a dour sigh, "we were still holding out hope that they may have been deterred in transit during or after the quake, but when we called Warden Rawlins' cell phone, it was answered by a male who claimed he was not the warden. Our officer could hear a lot of commotion in the background before another male came on the phone but would not identify himself, except to acknowledge that he was in the warden's office at that point. When our officer asked if the warden and his wife were there and if he could speak to either of them, there was a long silence before the man came back and said they were incapacitated at the moment. Before our man could ask any further questions the communication was terminated. We have made numerous attempts to reach them since, but the calls have all gone unanswered."

The deputy chief paused one final time and lowered his eyes before readdressing the group, "I think it's fair that we proceed with the assumption that the warden and his wife are being held prisoner inside San Quentin..."

The conference room erupted in unimaginable concern.

******

Grant turned on a local bay area news station and immediately he and Mylo watched in shocked disbelief at the absolute magnitude of the devastation being displayed in image after image as the first video footage from around the region began filtering in.

"Holy Fuck!" Mylo gasped when a video image from one of the high-rise hotels in Emeryville showed the unbelievable tsunami destruction as it occurred in the East Bay. Both men then stared in astonishment as another reporter illustrated the unfathomable damage and flooding in Pleasanton and Livermore after Lake Del Valle dam imploded and a fifty foot wall of water wiped out much of the inland tri-cities. And in yet another incomprehensible video report, one of the Channel 2 reporters displayed the catastrophic damage to the north tower of the iconic Golden Gate Bridge via a helicopter fly-over. Both men sat and watched in dumbfounded incredulity.

The final report came in from San Quentin Prison. The pretty young reporter was positioned outside the tall razor-wired chain-link fence surrounding the main gate. There was a lot of hustle and bustle in the background as the brown-skinned perky-titted reporter spoke, "As you can imagine, it is a pretty tense scene here as reports of mayhem taking place inside the maximum security prison are just filtering in. What we've been able to learn is that the main guard tower collapsed during the initial quake, apparently killing all the guards on watch. Sometime not long after that, the inmates were able to overpower the guards in the main cafeteria building and are now apparently in charge of everything inside this fence you see behind me...they are now heavily armed."

The warden and rapist watched in stunned silence before the hot reporter continued, "...we don't know how many guards are being held hostage or if any others have been injured or killed, but it is a harrowing situation nonetheless...and to add more catastrophic news to this story, it has now been confirmed that an out of control gasoline tanker truck struck the San Quentin auxiliary guard building following the large aftershock and may have killed as many as 15 additional guards...truly horrific news!"

The studio anchors gasped in shock before asking, "Dipika, we are hearing reports that the warden may now be a hostage, what can you tell us about that?"

"Bill, yes I was just about to get to that. A source told us there is some concern that Warden Grant Rawlins and his wife may be being held captive by the inmates as well! We hope to get more answers to these and other questions at a scheduled press conference an hour from now. We will bring it to you live when it convenes. Reporting live from San Quentin Prison, Dipika Singh, Channel 2 News."

The warden sat slumped on the couch with tears in his eyes at the horrific news that many of his men...his friends...had perished in the guard tower and auxiliary gate catastrophes. And now more concerning to him personally, the authorities might not actually be searching for him and Liv in the right place.

Mylo Dickenson didn't even acknowledge the tragedy, "Fuck me...the reporters didn't look like that the last time I watched the nightly news...nice fucking tits on that hot little Indian bitch...huh chief?" Mylo laughed without compassion for all of those who were just reported to have lost their lives in the tragedy.

But in spite of his heartless outburst, Mylo hadn't failed to absorb the report that the suspicion was that the warden and his wife were being held captive inside the Q. The felon made no acknowledgment to Rawlins, but his excitement rose at the suggestion the authorities might not indeed be searching for them. His dick swelled at the possibility of banging the warden's hot wife for longer than he originally anticipated.

******

Forty-five minutes later, Liv Rawlins' eyes fluttered open from an exhaustive sleep. It took a moment to validate her whereabouts as her fog-filled head attempted to reconcile the events of the previous night. Immediately, the pain from a nauseating hangover and tenderness around her ass reminded her where she was and how she came to be there. The taste in her mouth was awful - a rank combination of cigarettes, alcohol, and semen...his semen.

She lay in an unfamiliar position sprawled on her stomach above the covers; she was nude, achy, and her typically soft smooth skin felt tight with the remnants of dried bodily fluids. Liv could feel something pressing beneath her hips, pushing her ass up off the bed. She held her breath and cautiously turned her head to the left.

To her surprise and relief, for the first time in hours, Mylo Dickenson was no longer in bed with her.

The warden's wife shimmied her torso off the large pillow and was immediately taken by the wetness that enveloped her hips. She lay still in the wet environs contemplating the situation and what nightmares lay ahead for her and her injured husband. Countless muddled thoughts permeated her typically razor-sharp brain, but fear and shame were the two emotions having the heaviest effect at the moment. Tears welled in her still unfocused eyes.

The young doctor's thoughts turned to the unimaginable events of the past twenty-four hours. She'd awoken the previous day with so much excitement for what her anniversary weekend would bring. She had really been looking forward to spending the long weekend with Grant - just the two of them in San Francisco together.

The day had started off so beautifully, making slow blissful love together at their home in San Anselmo...but it ended inconceivably with one of his inmates, serial rapist Mylo Dickenson, fucking her hard in the ass as she climaxed for the umpteenth time at their vacation home in Sea Ranch 100 miles away. She barely remembered passing out exhausted and dirty following that final debased mating only an hour or so previously, "Jesus, we had more sex last night than Grant and I have in weeks! How could he do it that much? And...Oh God...he put it in my butt!"

In between the divergent couplings with her husband and the convicted sex offender, an incomprehensible set of circumstances transpired to bring her to this current horrifying situation. Liv's thoughts turned to the shock she experienced following the massive earthquake and her husband's gruesome accident beneath the bookcase. She remembered her initial relief when the lifesaving guard had miraculously come along and freed him, only to learn that the man was not a guard at all, but rather notorious rapist Mylo Dickenson. The brazen convict had then stripped her nude, tied her up, and fucked her roughly on her husband's desk before miraculously breaking them out of the maximum security prison.

From that point on, her terror had taken on a whole new level of incredulity as the escapee forced her into a spiraling wave of depravity fueled by drugs and booze which culminated in a night of unrelenting sex unlike anything she'd ever imagined. She thought back to how her reluctance and fight had remained steadfast for quite some time, but eventually the altering agents, threats against her husband, and Mylo's unwavering sexual prowess broke down every resistance barrier within her until she became his willing fuck toy.

The guilt she felt at the moment was excruciating.

Liv was sure her dauntless husband had experienced a night of incredible physical pain and mental anguish from his significant injuries and the knowledge that one of the most notorious sexual predators ever to walk this earth had spent the entire night with her. Yet as she lay shamefully on the wet sheets now, Liv Rawlins was fully cognizant that her own actions had ultimately contributed to the depth of the debauched outcome. The warden's wife had allowed herself to become Mylo Dickenson's bareback slut in spite of her initial pleas for use of protection.

As the long night progressed, the previously faithful wife stopped begging for protection and eventually pleaded with Mylo to shoot his virile cum into her fertile pussy.

Which of course he did - again and again.

In her defense, the drug and booze cocktail had robbed her of her first line of defense. It had been in college since she'd done illicit drugs, but never, even in her wildest sorority party days, had she experienced mind-altering effects like those forced upon her this night. The young blonde at the pot shop had been spot-on about the sexually-charged marijuana, but it was the combination of booze and pot mixed with the medical grade cocaine that had dissolved her brain function to the point that she had actually been unable to recall her husband's name at some point during the long night.

But be that as it may, the drugs and alcohol weren't the primary culprits for the young wife's inhibition breakdown and memory lapse. No, the sexual talents of a powerfully muscular man who had been locked up for the past twenty years were far more at fault. Mylo Dickenson's massive cock and deviously experienced tongue were two of the most wickedly overwhelming utensils of sexual pleasure any woman could ever experience.

Liv Rawlins, wife of the San Quentin Warden did - again and again.

Both assets of gratification and Mylo's powerfully rough hands had been on an unrelenting quest for her complete sexual submission throughout the dissolute night. Her captor had expertly eaten her pussy while fingering her to multiple pleasurable orgasms before he turned the tables and made the renowned children's doctor beg for his cock like a two-bit whore.

Over the remainder of the night, the incomprehensible length and rutted thickness of his amazing dick so thoroughly satiated every sensitive inch of her previously underfed pussy that she eventually could no longer deny any of his filthy demands. The big-titted wife ultimately became the escaped prisoner's pleasure doll to use as he pleased.

And he pleased - over and over again.

*****

When they first arrived at the Sea Ranch house, Mylo led her practically naked into the spacious living room - only the tattered remains of her husband's cum-covered shirt obscuring her jiggling tits from his ever-present ogling.

The warden's wife gasped at the mess as they entered - things were scattered in every room from the ground shaking that had occurred even one-hundred miles north of the epicenter. Nevertheless, Mylo was impressed by the large stylish home, clearly a sanctuary the Rawlins' had invested much of their time and money into for their regular weekend getaways. That fact only contributed to his satisfaction as he took charge with the intent of treating its rightful owners like the prisoners they now were.

Liv Rawlins looked like a deer in headlights as he roughly cuffed her to the sofa and brazenly squeezed her big tits through the shirt. He then set about unloading his shopping cache from the SUV. When he returned empty-handed following his final trip from the garage, she questioned why he hadn't brought her husband inside.

Mylo instructed her to shut the fuck up and worry about herself, but when she persisted, he grabbed her by the hair and threatened her with her husband's knife. A horrified expression appeared on her beautiful face as she came to the realization that he had every intention of leaving Grant in the back of the Range Rover for the night.

Mylo had far more important things on his mind...

The convict led her into the large master bedroom and cuffed her again, this time to the headboard of the king-sized bed. She watched nearly unclothed as he rummaged through her overnight bag, the large cherry dresser, and eventually the Rawlins' large master walk-in closet. Mylo's expedition paid off as he removed an item from her bag before discovering her large lingerie drawer in the dresser. He was instantly aroused at the robust collection of sexy negligee he would soon ogle on its curvaceous owner.

Lastly, after he entered and exited the closet with a satin red box in hand, he teasingly gazed at her with a questioning grin, "What do we have here?"

Liv's eyes opened wide and a nervous gasp escaped her lips. She immediately recognized her and Grant's private box of kink.

Mylo set the silky box down on the bed and proceeded to remove each item one at a time as she watched. "Wow, you are into some kinky shit..." he teased. He pulled a seven inch thick veiny black dildo out and tossed it aside, "You won't need that little fucker anymore..." He then removed a similarly sized sleek silver vibrator, a bullet vibrator, and a set of diamond studded nipple clamps - raising an intriguing eyebrow in her direction as he did.

She dropped her gaze and looked away.

Mylo continued removing items - he pulled out a pair of Ben Wa balls, two sets of fuzzy handcuffs, two ball gags, a butt plug, a couple of blindfolds, a wooden paddle, several sexy masquerade style masks, a zip bag filled with lubes and sex-lotions, a black leather horse crop, a bag of feathers, and finally a stainless steel chastity cock cage.

Mylo held that one up and snickered, it was made for a penis a hell of a lot smaller than his.

Lastly, he removed a soft-covered DVD holder containing at least two-dozen porn videos. "Damn, are we going to have some fun with all this shit slut!" Mylo bellowed knowingly at her.

He released the nervous wife's wrists from the cuffs and told her to collect as many lingerie outfits as she could carry. The sexy brunette scooped up about half the contents of the large drawer and headed back towards the living room. Mylo grabbed the item he'd pulled from her bag and followed, admiring her long shapely legs the entire way.

"Lose the shirt!" Mylo commanded when they arrived back in the living room.