Warden's Wife Pays His Debt Ch. 06

"I'll take that as a yes!" Mylo jeered. "Okay, this is subject to change if I find the warden's stash growing too quickly, but as of now, here's how the program will to work: For every blowjob where my jizz is not swallowed in its entirety, I will award half an opioid, either Vicodin or Oxycodone, and of course the warden will get a yummy new candied apple in the process. But if the little wifey ups her game and learns how to gulp it all down, then I will award an entire pill. Unfortunately for you chief, in that scenario you won't get one of your tasty treats, unless you want one of course..." Mylo laughed. "Are you following?"

They stared at the psychopath, rage apparent in their expressions.

"Okay good. Moving on. Per my previous announcement, I will award a quarter of a dose of morphine for every time the doctor's squirtin' little quim splashes on my big cock. I'm still concerned this one might be a little on the lenient side based on the past 24 hours, but as I said, I'll make adjustments as necessary."

Again, the married couple seethed but remained quiet.

"And lastly, to earn the really potent stuff, you know they say Fentanyl is up to fifty times stronger than morphine—I'm probably making this one a little too easy too, but all that's required for the warden to earn a full dose is for you to take one of my sticky loads in your ass Mrs. Rawlins!"

Grant yanked at his restraints as desperate undistinguishable cries sounded from his throat.

"I hate you," was all the livid wife could muster.

Mylo laughed. "Of course if I'm in a charitable mood, I might award "extra credit" for special treatment. But also know that I can and will take away any number of rewards for insolence or resistance!"

Both Rawlins' sat silently for several seconds, but Mylo could tell Liv was holding something back. "What is it doc? You got something you want to say?"

"Yeah...uh...but can we go in the other room to discuss it?"

"Nope. If you want to get something off your very nice chest, do it right here or I'm going to consider this topic closed." Mylo knew what she wanted to ask, but didn't want to give her the opportunity to do it outside of the warden's earshot.

A pained expression formed on her face as she made eye contact with her husband before speaking, "Obviously his injuries are significant, are you going to give him any painkillers now?"

"Why would I do that, we just established the guidelines?"

Again the convict watched as she glanced nervously at the warden before responding, "What...what about what's already been earned?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, playing dumb but fully understanding what she was getting at.

This time an irritated expression formed on the wife's pretty face. "You know what I mean!"

"I'm afraid I don't, you're a smart doctor lady and I'm just a high school dropout from the sticks."

The young wife knew exactly what Mylo was doing, this wasn't going anywhere unless she asked directly. "Are you going to give him meds for the...uh stuff...we've already done together?"

"Stuff?"

"SEX you asshole!"

A sly smile formed on Mylo's face as he peered over at the warden who was breathing heavily through his nose as spit spilled down his chin. The remorseless convict saw this as another opportunity to torment them further. "Hmm, I'm not really sure what you're referring to Sugar. I guess I could award him half a Vicodin for the blowjob, but not a whole one cuz you choked on my load. And don't forget, he was rewarded with that scrumptious apple in that exchange, so it worked out pretty good for him. Didn't it chief?" Mylo laughed as he studied the warden's furious face. "...But aside from that, I'm not exactly sure what you are talking about honey?"

"That's bullshit! You've already rubbed his...my husband's...nose in it. He obviously has a good idea what you've been making me do behind closed doors!"

"Making you do?" Mylo laughed, enjoying every second of the titillating banter. "Doc, you seem to be living in some kind of spectrum of denial. But nonetheless, I think you should focus on how you're going to maximize his bank from this point forward, anything you may have done is water under the bridge...or more accurately stains on the sheets."

"You're a monster!"

"Careful titties, do you want me to get that paddle out again? Actually, don't respond to that...I think I already know the answer!" Mylo joked. "Alright sweetcakes, speaking of sheets, I want you to run on into our room and strip those off our bed and make up the warden's comfortable resting place with them. Put some clean ones on our bed, I saw a red satin set in the closet last night, use those. And then find another one of your hot little outfits and slip it on. Also, clean yourself up. Fix your hair and put on some makeup. I like dark eye-liner, thick eyelashes, and glossy lipstick! When you're done, climb under those silky sheets and wait for me!"

The young wife glared back at him. "What about food and drink for him, he hasn't eaten or had anything to drink in almost 24 hours?"

"That's not true. Don't forget honey he already got a significant amount of protein on that candied apple! But, I'll see to it that he gets some more nourishment before I put him to bed. But you need to hurry your ass up, get those sheets changed and make yourself hot for me."

She started to rise but before she moved far, Mylo reached out, grabbed her arm and pulled her head down for a heavy wet kiss. The action surprised her and her body wasn't in a position to fend him off. He held her there as their lips pressed together for several moments. When he finally released her, she pushed herself away and scrambled towards the bedroom, never glancing back at either of them.

The warden pulled at his restraints as rigorously as his wrecked body allowed.

Mylo watched Liv's sweet little ass jiggled before she disappeared. "You know chief, you are one lucky SOB! I don't know how a jackwagon like you ever landed something as fucking hot as that! I think now about all the nights I sat in my own squalor in solitary thanks to you, while you were home chasing that fine shit around the bedroom. I got to give you credit. I mean, as you know, I had my fair share of quality pussy when I was on the outside. But probably due to the long time since, I don't remember ever sinking my cock into something quite that sweet!"

Unintelligible cries sounded from the warden as more spit spilled down his filthy face.

Mylo continued, "So the shoe is on the other foot now isn't it motherfucker? It's unfortunate for you that this fucking rain still hasn't let up, because if it did, me and the little lady might venture out a little bit, but instead we are holed up here with nothing else to do except party and fuck! I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. While you were sitting here watching porn and dozing, your horny little wife was impaling her tight wet hole on my cock while we dined at the table. While I fed her bites of bacon in one opening, I fed her the full length of my sausage in the other. And when that horny slut finally came, which she always does, it was her cream that squirted all over your kitchen floor, not the fucking Aunt Jemima's!" Mylo cackled. "So as I told you before, think of this as your solitary confinement you son-of-a-bitch. Today while you lay in our cum-stained sheets, just know I'm gonna be chasing that sexy shit around your bedroom all day long!"

Mylo moved across and patted the immobile warden heavily on his wrecked shoulder as muffled cries of rage sounded. He spoke again, "It won't be long before I move you to your room to get a little shut eye chief, you must be tired as hell after trying to sleep in your own piss all night long. I hope you have happy dreams!"

The warden struggled against his restraints yet again as the arrogant criminal rose from the couch and made his way into the kitchen. For the next fifteen minutes, the prison official listened as the song Whistle Why You Work spewed irritatingly over and over from the sociopath's lips. With a gloating smile, Mylo whistled and busied himself collecting items for his planned day of debauchery. Rawlins watched as the miscreant removed a large bottle of chilled tequila from the refrigerator along with a twelve back of Bud Light. "I probably could have picked up the fully leaded stuff chief," Mylo teased as he held up the twelve pack, "as with all the exercise I'm gonna get, I guess I could've used the extra calories, but I'm always trying to watch my girlish figure!" He laughed as he headed into the master room before coming back out for another load.

The grating whistling continued.

"I love what you and the missus have done in there chief. The mini-fridge and big screen are gonna come in handy today. Oh shit, that reminds me, I need to grab some porn. Shit, this is like packing for a camping trip, I don't want to forget anything important!" He laughed giddily. Moments later Mylo sauntered past again with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, a container of strawberries, the canister of whip cream, and a bottle of Hershey's chocolate sauce now stacked on his tray.

On his next pass he carefully picked up the mirror containing the big pile of cocaine. "Your wife's favorite part..." he jeered.

On his final jaunt, Mylo moved in front of the warden and yanked his boxers down. His huge cock flopped out heavily and rested in a slight arc, pressed in its position by the massive ball sack beneath it. "You know after thinking about it, my last statement wasn't entirely true chief, the cocaine is actually your slut wife's second favorite part!" The sex offender slapped his cock against the warden's face before pulling up his shorts and squeezing the tormented man's injured shoulder again. The proud prison official whimpered in agony.

Mylo moved over to the kink box.

"Let's see...hmm...the nipple clamps, porn, and motion lotion are already in the bedroom. What else...ah this little bullet vibe could be good...you know chief I found a remote egg in her panty drawer, did you even know she had that? Or is that part of a secret stash she uses to get off when she tires of your little tool?"

The warden didn't respond as Mylo cackled again.

The convict continued perusing the box. He pulled out a black leather horse crop and playfully whipped it in the air, "This could be interesting..." Finally he grabbed the bag of feathers and a blindfold. "You sit tight here chief, I'm gonna take this shit into the love nest and then I'll come back and escort you into your room." He started to move towards the bedroom before stopping in his tracks. "Oh shit, I almost forgot..." He returned and retrieved the wooden paddle from the couch. A sly smile formed on his face, "I'm on to her chief. She liked when I spanked that tight little ass with my hand last night, but that dirty little thing seemed especially fond of the paddle a few minutes ago. I think I may have made a kinky little discovery, huh chief?" Mylo patted it playfully against the warden's cheek several times before hurrying off.

When he returned, he unlocked Grant from the couch and roughly pulled him to his feet. After sitting for such a long period, his injuries conspired to make it difficult for him to walk from the living room to his bedroom. When they finally arrived, the pungent smell of sex struck both of them simultaneously. "Ah good, the little wifey got the sheets changed over I see...and smell." Both men could see large wet spots coating the expensive floral printed bed coverings. Grant had observed the soiled sheets when Mylo led him to their room earlier in the morning, but for some reason they appeared more sullied now. Perhaps it was the prospect of him climbing between them that made it seem so. His thoughts were interrupted by the sex offender's repartee, "At least it doesn't smell like piss in here anymore, huh chief?"

With little difficulty, Mylo connected the warden's good wrist to the cable circling the bed. "I'll go grab you something to eat and drink. There's some toilet paper there on the floor next to your bucket if you need to take a crap."

The escaped convict returned a few minutes later with a paper plate containing two dry rice cakes, a box of cat food, and a couple of Mountain Dew's. "I know I kind of splurged on the vittles compared to that shit you fed me in solitary, but it's just the kind of guy I am. Bon Appetite! If I were you, after chowing down on this feast, I would try to get some sleep. But I need to run, I'm sure my scantily clad buddy is getting anxious for my arrival!" Mylo could hear the warden madly sliding along his cable behind him as muffled cries echoed from deep in his throat. A proud smile formed on the rapist's lips as he exited the room and pulled the door closed behind him.

*****

Fifteen minutes later as the distraught warden sat on the edge of his bed, he heard the door knob click and his stunning wife entered quietly.

The sight was like a cruel mirage.

Grant couldn't remember ever seeing her look hotter. The silky leopard patterned teddy that Mylo had tossed in his lap earlier, clung to her flawless body like the designer had painted it on himself. The v-cut stretchy material gripped her natural D-cups like a layer of skin, exposing the alluring chasm and highlighting the rounded contour of each globe to perfection. Black slender straps, stretched to capacity, sunk taughtly into the smooth skin of her exposed shoulders carrying a heavy burden.

The fullness of her breasts contrasted the sleekness of her narrow core, molded tightly in the silky fabric. And the taper of her sexy hips was made all the more seductive by the cut of the designer piece and the idyllic volume of athletic thigh exposed between the body glove and the matching leopard patterned tights connected by garters. Her shapely legs squeezed by the sexy hose, appeared to go on forever as her delicate feet melted naturally into a pair of jet black five inch stiletto heels, giving the impression she was standing on her toes. Agonizingly, the warden had never seen any part of the decadent ensemble on her—his naughty wife had only purchased it days before to surprise him for their anniversary.

Now their crazed captor would soon enjoy it for a second time.

As she moved quickly and as quietly as the stiletto's allowed, the full grasp of his wife's flawlessness registered for the tormented warden. She'd been inside for only a few seconds before the beguiling scent of his favorite perfume wafted in strongly and made his misery that much more profound.

His wife's thick dark locks were teased in a wild kind of kinky coif that looked like it belonged more on a 23-year-old than a woman ten years older. Heavy dangling oil-rubbed earrings and an onyx chain necklace that he'd never seen before hung around her sleek neck. Liv's Ariana Grande looking long natural eyelashes were painted in black mascara and complimented by dark eyeliner that, along with her dense eye shadow, made her shapely azure blues pop. Her naturally swollen cheekbones blushed in a pinkish radiance that would make any Cosmopolitan model jealous, highlighted the perfection of her flawless facial skin. And lastly, a mid-shade glossy lipstick made her full thick lips look so wet it was as if she'd just taken a big swig of baby oil.

The warden couldn't help but wonder why she would make herself look so good for him.

"Honey I don't have much time. He just went into the bathroom and if he finds me in here, I don't know what he'll do!" Liv spoke in panicked tones as she frantically located a nearby towel and wiped his spit strewn face. She carefully observed the large gash on his forehead for signs of infection before she spoke again. "Honey, it's important that you get some rest, I snuck these from one of the pill containers in the living room," she held out a couple of pills. "This is Fentanyl, it's some pretty potent stuff, I don't have time to take your gag off so I'm going to push them around it and you'll have to try to swallow or suck on them if necessary. It should help significantly with the pain and will make you tired too." She squeezed the first pill between the gag and his stretched lips and fingered it inside before she did the same with the second. "What did he bring for you to eat and drink?"

Her husband's eyes led her gaze down to the meager rations. "Oh my god! He's evil!" Liv shouted in hushed tones when she observed the abhorrent spread. She quickly opened both cans of Mountain Dew and slipped the straw into one, "This shit's not going to help you sleep," she whined as she pushed the straw where the pills entered and he was able to suck some of the sugary drink into his parched mouth. Liv broke up several small sized pieces of the rice cake for him to slip around his gag. "Try to get some of this food in your mouth, you have to eat and drink! Do you understand me?"

Grant nodded his head but wondered how he would manage any of this without the basic use of either of his arms.

"Honey, I've got to go, he might already be out of there!"

The warden's eyes were like saucers as he tried to motion for her to stay. She hugged him tightly and planted several kisses around his face. "Just know that I love you more than anything in this world and we will get through this!" She paused momentarily before looking deeply into his bloodshot eyes. "Baby, anything I have to do for him will be to get us one step closer to freedom, please know that I'm doing this for US! I Love You!"

Against his muted objections, she rose quickly and was out the door in moments.

The warden had no idea there was dampness between his gorgeous wife's slender thighs as she exited.

*****

Moments later the injured man heard a loud roar and a terrified scream that he knew meant one thing, his wife had been caught. His heart beat like a freight train and his head pounded as he tried to come to grips with the incomprehensible situation. The distraught prison leader committed yet again, that if and when he were to escape this nightmare, he would kill Mylo Dickenson by whatever means necessary, even if it meant he would have to spend the rest of his life in his own maximum security prison for it.

At the moment, his negligee attired wife was being led into the master bedroom by the back of her arm. She and her captor were moving as fast as her high-spiked heels allowed. "I told you to be waiting for me in bed, you purposefully disobeyed me slut!" Mylo growled before whacking her hard on the ass.

Liv's heart was in her throat as fear and pain gripped her. She did her best to keep her balance in the heels as he moved her along quickly.

Mylo held back a laugh. He had no intention of hurting her, but she didn't know that. Physical violence, aside from hard fucking, had never been one of his things, but his plan required at least the threat of it. The sex offender had every intention of corrupting the young wife's mind as well as her pussy, and he knew putting her in a position of fear and arousal would make her that much more pliable.

Based on what he'd learned in the past 24 hours, he knew just the thing to do the trick. He grabbed the wooden paddle from the dresser as he led her roughly towards the bed. Mylo could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. He'd given her basic instructions as to how he wanted her to prepare herself for their bedroom rendezvous, but she had taken his vision to another level with the leopard teddy, matching thigh-high tights, and platform sex heels. The outfit, combined with her hair, makeup, and fragrance gave the hot wife the appearance of a $1,000-a-night hooker.

Mylo Dickenson would have her for free.