Warden's Wife Pays His Debt Ch. 09

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This is the last chapter of a series I have really enjoyed sharing with you. I think it has stretched me more than anything I've ever written. I appreciate that any of you who have been with me since the beginning have persevered 4 years since I introduced chapter 1, including a 1 1/2 year period where writing even 50 words-a-week was difficult for me. I welcomed all the well wishes and words of encouragement from you all during that time. I never would have completed this if not for you. I'm in a good place now, and I'm excited to share this final chapter.

A special thanks to lit members Closetcuck1, and especially mia_denier, EH9198, and Dee-Purple who provided necessary inspiration when I got stuck near the finish line.

I believe it to be a very worthy finale to this crazy adventure and hope you do too—but be sure you don't miss the epilogue as it provides a final twist I guarantee you won't have seen coming (and there is hot sex in it too)!

I hope you enjoy...

Fifth

*****

A truncated version of the San Quentin task force reconvened 48 hours after the assault. The prison was finally back in the hands of the authorities.

"Director Trammel, I want to give you and your men all the accolades you deserve. We knew it wasn't going to be an easy mission, but to have accomplished retaking the old prison with only having lost a handful of men from the assault and guard group, is a minor miracle! While we are obviously distraught to report a total of thirty-three prison personnel lost their lives from the earthquake, subsequent fallout, guard assassinations and rescue operation, everyone here knows it could have been much worse if not for the brave actions by you and your team." San Rafael Deputy Police Chief Ryan Brogdon spoke glowingly to the man standing to his left.

Everyone in the room stood and applauded.

"We will all obviously mourn the losses of all the brave men and women whose lives were so unnecessarily wiped away by the brazen acts of hostility by the rogue prisoners led by Tyrone "Anaconda" Jones. But as I said, things could have been much worse if not for the actions of you, your team, and the supporting law enforcement and military assets."

Everyone clapped again.

"As we expected, the prisoner group wasn't so fortunate. The final count shows thirty-nine dead including Anaconda Jones, forty-seven injured, and one still unaccounted for."

"What about Warden Rawlins and his wife?" Someone shouted from the back of the room.

Brogdon cleared his throat. "We...uh...have reason to believe they may have been abducted by the unaccounted prisoner."

Gasps echoed through the large room.

"What do you mean, abducted? Are they held up somewhere on the prison grounds?" A woman's voice cried from Brogdon's left as murmurs filtered through the crowd.

"Who's the prisoner?" Another voice yelled.

The Deputy Chief raised his hands requesting order from the group. "We are following up on some information that suggests the Warden and his wife may have been kidnapped at gunpoint by a prisoner named Mylo Dickenson."

This time, full cries of concern echoed throughout the room.

"Are you referring to Mylo Dickenson, the so-called Webvan Serial Rapist?" Jules Davenport, a retired Novato Police Chief, and current law-enforcement consultant shouted.

"Yes, it is that Mylo Dickenson Jules. Mr. Dickenson is serving a life-sentence for a series of rapes and a 2^nd degree murder conviction from twenty years ago."

"How could this happen, when could they have departed the prison grounds?"

"The details are sketchy, but one convict, a Mr. Kenneth Sweeney known to many inside San Quentin as "Snitchy Sweeney" claims he saw Dickenson leading the warden and the doctor at gunpoint to the Rawlins' SUV and then watched them drive towards the auxiliary guard gate only minutes before the semi-truck explosion obliterated the gate and all the guards manning it. We think it's possible there may have been a short window where a vehicle containing the warden, with his security clearances, could have passed through the initial gates and departed the prison grounds in the aftermath of the explosion before any rescue personnel reached the scene."

"So, you are saying, the Warden, his wife and this rapist Dickenson may have vacated the night of the quake? That was nearly a week ago, they could be anywhere by now!"

"Yes, I'm afraid that's what I am saying." Brogdon answered, dejection in his tone.

"Why was it assumed they were being held by the prisoner group led by Anaconda Jones?"

"First off, the unlikely scenario that appears to have taken place was just that...highly unlikely. Secondly, their cell phones were left in the warden's office and every indication from Jones and his group were they had Warden Rawlins and his wife in their possession."

"So what now?"

"We have notified law enforcement agencies across the US, including Customs and Border Patrol, the FBI, and the U.S. Marshall's office. As of now, the U.S. Marshalls are overseeing the case. Oh, one more thing, the task force is following up on a tip that a man matching Mylo Dickenson's description may have been seen at a supermarket in Guerneville the night of the quake."

"So, it appears they drove north!" One of the cops in the front surmised.

"Based on the information we have, yes, it appears so." Brogdon concluded.

*****

Ten minutes later.

Channel 2 news reporter Dipika Singh received a call from Kyra Isaac, a recording clerk at the Mill Valley PD's office. The two had attended high school together in Fremont and had remained friends since.

"Dipika, I just saw a bulletin come through the office that provided all the final death and injury statistics from the law enforcement assault on the Q. I'll text you the numbers in a minute. But get this, the bulletin also said Warden Rawlins and his wife were quite possibly abducted by a convicted rapist named Mylo Dickenson and the three of them somehow departed the prison grounds just after the first major aftershock."

"Oh my God Kyra, that's crazy, but thanks so much for the heads-up. Can I ask, was there anything else?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, there was an unconfirmed report that a man matching Mylo Dickenson's description may have been seen at a supermarket in Guerneville later that night."

"That's an amazing tip girl. Thanks a bunch Kyra, I owe you big time for this! I need to get on the air with this news before anyone else beats me to it. Text me those death and injury numbers right away if you don't mind."

"On their way!"

Dipika hung up and texted her assistant: Paige, can you get me all the information you can about a convicted rapist named Mylo Dickenson. He's serving a life sentence at San Quentin.

Moments later her phone rang, her boyfriend Nishant was on the other line. "Hi honey, what's up?" She answered.

"Kitty, I just talked to my boss Jerome, he wants to have us come stay at his place in the city this weekend!"

"Oh he does, does he? His place didn't sustain too much damage in the quake?" Dipika asked in a playful, yet mischievous voice. "Are you sure you're up for this Nishant? You know what they say about black men!"

"He's been bugging me since that night at the Christmas party last month when your tits were practically spilling out of that red dress, and I was drunk and blabbed that you and I like to have a little fun on the side."

She giggled. "Well, if you think he'll be discreet about it and it can help your career, then I'll take one for the team!"

This time it was her boyfriend's turn to laugh. "Since when don't you jump at the chance to take one for the team? Especially a big one!"

"Guilty as charged my cucky BF! But hey, I am following up on a lead for a big story that will take precedence if something develops from it. Tell your boss you have a kitty who would like to play, as long as she doesn't have to work!"

"Yes babe! Now it's safe to say this is going to be the most distracted department in the company this week! Oh, and keep me in the loop about the story lead..."

*****

One hour later Dipika Singh was on the air.

Mylo watched by himself from the Rawlins' great room as the hot Indian reporter stood in front of the iconic Frank Lloyd Wright Marin County Civic Center in San Rafael. He ogled her exposed cleavage and stunning face as she spoke more calmly than her chaotic report a couple of days previously during the prison raid.

"...Now that they've had a chance to comb the San Quentin grounds and compute the final statistics following the massive assault by law enforcement, I can provide the details of what was discovered. Sadly, a total of thirty-three prison personnel lost their lives from the earthquake, subsequent assassinations, and the rescue operation. The inmate horde led by ringleader Tyrone "Anaconda" Jones suffered even greater death and injury. The final inmate count shows thirty-nine dead including Jones himself, and another forty-seven injured, some seriously."

The sexy reporter continued, "But listen to this, there is still one inmate who is unaccounted for. His name is Mylo Dickenson, and forgive me for any discomfort this might cause for families with younger viewers, but he pronounces his name My-low Dick-is-in."

From one hundred miles away, Mylo smiled, still proud of the curveball he introduced at his trial twenty years previously.

Dipika cleared her throat and continued, "Longtime Bay Area residents may remember him as the so-called Webvan Rapist who sexually assaulted twenty women in the Bay Area in the early 2000's. He was currently serving a life sentence for the rapes and a 2^nd degree murder conviction."

"What do you mean was and what does this Mylo Dickenson have to do with any of this?" Asked the studio anchor Bill Eliason, impatience evident in his voice.

"Bill, I was just getting to that!" Irritation now in the hot reporter's response. "We have learned the authorities now believe Mylo Dickenson may have abducted the warden and his wife and somehow escaped from San Quentin at about the time of the first major aftershock."

"Oh my goodness Dipika, that's incredible! Do the police have any idea where they might have gone?"

"Not that we've learned as of this point Bill!"

"Wow, what a shocker! We look forward to your next report Dipika... That was Dipika Singh reporting live from Marin County."

Following the broadcast, Mylo stared out towards the Pacific Ocean. The difficult decisions he'd pondered previously, were going to need to be made sooner than he anticipated.

*****

Four hours later.

Sexy reporter Dipika Singh sat in her home office chair staring at her computer screen. Her mouth was slightly open, her lips wet, with two of her deft fingers buried deep in her dripping pussy.

On the monitors in front of her, Mylo Dickenson's huge cock pounded into the splayed pussy of a gorgeous Asian wife. The woman's husband was bound and gagged in the background off to the side of the large bed.

Paige, her assistant, had sent Dipika an electronic folder with several virtual documents and video attachments. The title of the communication was: Mylo Dickenson Files - NSFW! Court documents and transcripts from the trial were attached, but it was the video files that made the folder Not Safe for Work. The videos were of the Webvan Rapist's appalling sexual assaults submitted by the prosecution as evidence at his trial.

To the young reporter at this moment and to many courtroom attendees at the trial twenty years previously, the videos while appalling, were also extremely arousing.

Dipika had begun perusing the files and eventually watching the videos with the purpose of learning more about the unhinged man suspected of abducting the San Quentin Warden and his wife. But before long, the intense sex and reactions by the victims, became a source of guilty arousal for her. She tried her best to not fall victim to the depravity, but watching how the sex offender's massive dick turned each resistive woman into a whimpering slut, had a similar effect on her too.

She watched and listened as the sexy 30-year-old Asian wife who was crying and begging him to stop at the outset, eventually wrapped her legs around and gripped his ass cheeks as she experienced a series of multiple orgasms before the rapist's swinging balls pumped a massive load inside her unprotected pussy while her tasered husband watched through bleary eyes.

Dipika couldn't stop herself from watching it again even as her boyfriend's number popped up on her phone. The horny reporter didn't answer as she was too focused on her own building orgasm. And when she watched Akari Redmon's pussy cream all over her assailant's big cock for the second time, Dipika climaxed so hard her legs didn't stop shaking for several minutes.

*****

Early the following morning.

Dipika's phone rang once again.

"Hey D, it's Kyra again. I just overheard a conversation that the Rawlins' own a weekend place up in Sea Ranch. And get this, there was a report that neighbors saw lights on and smoke billowing from the chimney for the past five or six days."

"Shit Kyra, you're AWESOME! If this comes together, you and I are definitely doing that spa day at the Ritz on me! Any chance you got an address?"

"I didn't Dipika, but based on the flurry of activity around here, I don't think you'll have any trouble finding the place if you head up. They're pulling out all the stops...SWAT, choppers, bomb guys. I also heard FBI and U.S. Marshall's office are on their way."

"Wow, this ain't no drill! They must know they're up there, I'm on my way now too!"

"Good luck D and be safe!"

"Thanks again Kyra." Dipika hung up and called her boss.

After two rings, John Vallmer, program director at Channel 2 picked up his cell. "What is it Dipika, I'm running late for a meeting with the big guy."

"You're going to want to hear this, John. I just got a tip that the Rawlins' have a place up at Sea Ranch and neighbors have seen lights on and chimney smoke for the past 5 or 6 days."

"No shit? Nothing has shown up on the wire. Is your source reliable?"

"Iron clad J.V. The cops are pulling out all the stops too...Feds, Marshall's, SWAT. In a few hours that place is gonna look like Fort Knox. I plan on being the first one reporting from the scene. I'm swinging by the house to grab some clothes and stuff before heading up. You need to dispatch a camera crew like yesterday! Also, have Paige get us overnight accommodations in Gualala."

"10-4 Dipika, this is a big one, make it happen!"

They hung up and her thoughts turned to Mylo Dickenson's cock. You got that right J.V...it is a FUCKING BIG ONE!

*****

11:30 a.m.

Dipika stood on a bluff overlooking the grassy hillside and narrow road leading down to the earthtone-sided residence that apparently housed serial rapist Mylo Dickenson, Warden Grant Rawlins and his wife Dr. Olivia Rawlins.

As she had hoped, she and her crew were the first news team on the scene. She knew it wouldn't be long before they were joined by a massive throng of industry brethren—she was excited to be the first to report.

Positioned between her and the one-story home some 1,000 yards away, was a quickly amassing contingent of law enforcement agencies from all over the western United States. On the drive up, Dipika couldn't recall ever seeing more police air and ground activity since watching the recorded footage of the O.J. Simpson white Bronco chase when she was in journalism school at San Francisco State.

"C'mon guys, let's go with those cameras! I want to be the first on the air with this. You know the fucks from Channel 7 will be here anytime—not to mention those vultures at TMZ!"

Five minutes later she was reporting to people around the world regarding the unprecedented scene taking place behind her.

*****

1:30 p.m.

Trent Collishaw, the Director of the Western U.S. Marshall's office out of Los Angeles stood with his team as the speaker phone rang. The group was stationed under an open-sided tent seven hundred yards from Grant and Liv Rawlins' weekend residence. He gazed around at the multitude of law enforcement vehicles and personnel surrounding their location. His focus then turned to the astounding number of news vans, lights, and cameras that had positioned themselves a couple hundred yards up the hill from their location. Only a few hours earlier, none had been there, and now they scurried around like ants at a barbecue.

"I hate reporters..." He muttered to himself.

After a dozen tones, the ringing was interrupted by a gravelly male voice on the other end of the line. "What the fuck do you want?"

"Uh...may I ask who I'm speaking too?"

"Tell me who this is and maybe I'll tell you!"

"My name is Trent Collishaw, I am the Director of the Western U.S. Marshall's office. Is this Mylo Dickenson I am speaking too?"

"It's pronounced Dick-is-in, Director Cock-is-small! Why are you calling?" Mylo answered with a prideful sneer while responding from the Rawlins' landline phone.

Director Collishaw peered around at his team, clearly angered from the insult. Despite the seriousness of the situation, several members of Collishaw's team had to hold back laughter. The director was an egomaniac and not well liked by most of the group. He certainly was nothing like Tommy Lee Jones' charismatic character Samuel Gerard from the Harrison Ford thriller "The Fugitive".

"Mr...uh...Dick-is-in, can I assume Warden Grant Rawlins and his wife are with you inside the house?"

"Shit, with those powers of deduction, I'm surprised you're a cop—rocket science seems like a more appropriate line of work! But yes, they are here, but they are kind of tied-up at the moment."

"Mr. Dick...uh...Dick-is-in, I can tell you, if you have inflicted torture or bodily injury against either of them, you will be prosecuted to the absolute fullest extent of the law!"

Mylo laughed. "Director Shrimp Dick, do you think I really care about your bogus threats? I'm already serving a life sentence, so piling on another one doesn't mean shit to me!"

"Maybe not, but lethal injection wouldn't be the best way to go!"

"Okay, now I see why the rocket scientist thing wouldn't have worked out for you, you think I'm that stupid? They haven't put an inmate to death in California since 2006, so I'll take my chances with those candy-ass California liberal judges! But to tell you the truth director, I have no intention of killing or torturing the warden or his wife, as long as you guys don't fuck with me!"

"Well, we aren't going to let you hold them hostage for long, so something is gonna have to give Mr. Dickenson."

"I'll tell you what, I want to meet with a negotiator. Just me and them one-on-one and if all goes well, I will agree to a peaceful surrender. Meanwhile, they will be able to see that I am not torturing the warden or his wife."

"Mr. Dickenson, I'm sorry but you aren't in a position to negotiate."

"Director, I have a 9MM aimed at the warden's balls right now that suggests I am!" Mylo threatened, even though he was in a separate room.

"Okay...okay, don't do anything rash, let me get with my security team and decide who we will send in to meet with you."

"Don't bother, I've already made my choice...I will only negotiate with that news reporter. I think her name is Dick-pee Sing!"

Collishaw covered the mic on his phone and gazed around at his team, clearly unaware of who the sex offender was referring to.