Life Interrupted Pt. 02

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Life Interrupted Part II

Rat's Tats

There was something I noticed about everyone, including the girls. Everyone had tattoos. Could I be far behind? I never had the desire for a tattoo. Just never found a message that I wanted to carry with me throughout my life. That was about to change.

"Kimmie," Urban asked, "Would you tell our new friend the rules? She should know what is expected of her and know the cost if those expectations are not met."

"Yes, Master. The five main rules are:

1 Master Urban's word is the law. He is to be obeyed in every instance;

2 My body is not my own. My body belongs to Master Urban;

3 Master is always to be addressed as such and to not brings punishment;

4 My husband belongs to Master Urban. He shall follow the law as I do;

5 Master Urban's commands are to be obeyed in a timely manner and to completion.

There are other rules, but they will come later. The first five must be memorized. Saying the rules out loud each morning is a ritual of affirmation we have all come to abide by. Memorize them quickly or punishment will follow."

"Very good, Kimmie. I always love it when you are on my nice list."

"Thank you, Master Urban. Bless you Master Urban."

"Enough, Kimmie. You've heard five rules, Lucille. I'd like to know you're paying attention. Can you recite two back to me? You don't have to be precise.

"My body is not my own and my husband belongs to Master Urban."

"Very good. Two of my favorites. And I will address them right now."

He got a determined look on his face as he stood over me.

"First, the essence of your first answer is that your body belongs to Master Urban. With that in mind, it must be marked as such. It is essential that everyone who gets close enough to you will know who you belong to."

I was ready to shout out, 'NO,' but it would be for naught, as evidence of my dalliance with Elmo and Trey at Urban's home played across the large television screen in the living room. More sauce for the goose as I get spit roasted by two black men. And I've got to tell you, it looked like I was having a mighty fine time on those videos. A fine time, indeed. Won't Charlie just love that. Charlie?

"Second, Lucille, your husband. I want him here within the week. It could be a week night or on a weekend, although I expect to be taking up much of your weekend time in the future. And some during the week. Don't tell him what it's about. Just get him here. You will be picked up once the date is set. No neutral location. I want him here."

"Yes, Master Urban."

"That's the girl. I think you'll be just fine. Elmo is going to make a stop for you. It won't be but a minute. Just follow his lead and listen to him as if he were me. In my absence, he will be your master."

"Yes, Master Urban."

"You were right, El. She's perfect, and she's gonna work out just fine. Aren't you, Lucy?"

I always hated the name Lucy, but if that's what he's calling me, that's what I'm answering to.

"Yes, Master."

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Elmo, Trey, and I headed out in the Caddie, and they let me ride unhooded. The neighborhood was dark and creepy. Lots of ramshackle buildings and plenty of derelict people. Scared? Believe it. We stopped and parked on a two-way street and walked to a place that had a neon sign that said 'Rat's Tats.' It was an oasis in a desert.

Outside, the air smelled of piss and pot. Inside it was antiseptic. It was like stepping into a hospital, or a very fancy salon, of sorts. The Rat's work hung all over the shop. Shelf after shelf of jewelry lined the storefront.

Well known in the neighborhood, Rat was the only white guy left on the avenue. Everyone else was either black, Hispanic, or international in some way. He's old enough to remember when it wasn't that way. But not so old as to be upset about the changes. He seemed like a good guy and he did all of Urban's work. For years.

When I was taken back to the room where Rat did his work, I was told to remove all of my clothes. And didn't Rat get pissed. "I can't work like this. The bitch is unshaven. You know how I hate to work with freshly shaved pussy. And she ain't gonna like it neither."

So they escorted me to the ladies' room with a razor and shave cream and told me to take it all off. I couldn't imagine why until I remembered that Kimmie was bald down there and she had a tattoo. It was a big spade. Oh no, is that what I'm getting?

They didn't want to see a hair, and that's what I gave them. But everything was wet, and I was a mess. But out I went. Into the great unknown.

Rat put me into a chair that was a lot like my gynecologist's chair. Comfortable, but uncomfortable. He strapped me in from below my breasts to mid-thigh. "Relax and lay there, sweetheart. Let the Rat do the work. And don't move. If you squirm around, you look bad and, more importantly, I look bad. So, stay the fuck still."

As he said that, a shiver just ran up my spine. Bone chilling. I'm trapped and there's no way out. It's going to happen, it was happening, and it happened. I have the painful groin and the new marking to prove it. It is as if I had been branded; the pain was so bad after having just freshly shaven down there. He said it would hurt, and he didn't lie.

I admittedly whined through the entire process. Rat, although a white man, was fluent in the jargon of the street and spoke easily with my bodyguards. From what I could pick up he thought I had a great looking pussy, perfect for a great new VCH he had just gotten in. It's supposed to be a real stimulator. He said because of quick turn around he could give him a good price if he did it tonight. But Elmo begged off. Not so quick to spend the boss's money, or put a new bitch out of commission for six weeks. There will be other days. No VCH today, but there would be a piercing.

"Rat," Elmo asked, "will you be able to do a tongue stud tonight?"

"Sure. That's always a quick one, two, three."

Tongue stud? Now I have to go around with jewelry in my mouth. Humpf. I guess it's better than the clit hood piercing. Or is it?

Rat really took his time on the tattoo. You could tell how meticulous he was by his focus on his work. He didn't let the fact that a freshly fucked, freshly shaven pussy was six inches from his nose distract him one little bit. Skanky neighborhood or not, this guy was a pro. His work was beautiful. I just wished it wasn't on my crotch. It was a slim italicized upward pointing spade with a horseshoe 'U' in the middle and a seven on one side and a five on the other. I guess denoting Urban's seventy-fifth conquest. I don't recall what numbers Kimmie and the other girl were. I'm sure they must be in the seventies. They seem fairly fresh and new. Also, at the base of the tattoo in red it read URBAN. But it's the spade that gets you. It's a bold statement. In the most intimate of places.

As long and hard as the tattoo was to take, the tongue piercing went surprisingly easily. Quick; one, two three. And I was adorned with a white tongue stud with a black spade in the middle with a horseshoe 'U' in the very center. They were custom made for Master Urban and Rat keeps them in stock. I guess business is good for Master Urban.

Once I was finished, we wrapped up and back to Urban's place we went. Me in pain six different ways. And I was beginning to wonder if there wasn't any part of me that wasn't totally exhausted. But the part of my brain that kept saying that I am in big trouble was wide awake and churning away.

When we entered the house, Urban was sitting there with a barely dressed girl in each arm watching, I expect, one of his conquests being railed by two guys in a DP situation. "I've been waiting for you, Lucy. Show me your new designation."

"You know it's covered."

"Didn't you take a picture of it for me?"

"I did, boss." Trey said. "Let me show you." And he walked over to where Urban was sitting and handed him the phone with the picture front and center.

"Nice work that Rat does. He's a master." Then he pushed the girl on his right away from him"

"Trey, take this bitch here in the back and fuck her good. She's been itching for it. And you tell me if she don't satisfy. Come here, Lucy. Come sit with your master."

I immediately moved to his right side and sat down as gingerly as I could. Don't want to rock the boat. He immediately put his arm around me and pulled me into him. It was like being hugged by a vice grip. He was strong and firm. A man you can't say no to. Well, I certainly can't. Not anymore. I am possessed. Both by blackmail and by my feelings right now. I know it's not right, but I am enjoying a lot of this. I'm loving the attention. And the sex, well, it's off the charts.

"Lucy, Talk to your husband tomorrow at dinner. Set it up. Let's do it on Friday. I'll guarantee he'll make it. And, Lucy, no sex. No masturbating and no sex with Charlie of any kind. Trust that I will know if you do. You can't withhold the truth from me. I can see right through you."

I vowed to myself that very moment that I would not be caught in a lie with Urban. But with Charlie, there'd be a lot of lying. At least that's what I thought.

I guess Urban decided to give me a break for the night, and escorted me to a guest bedroom where another girl was sleeping in a queen size bed. I crawled up and spooned against her. She posed no resistance. Sisters in the struggle, if you will.

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Sunday was my turn in the master bedroom. Just me and Urban and he turned me out. Up, down, and sideways. But only from the rear. He did not want to fuck with my new tattoo. So, he entered from behind then he entered me from the rear. I should say, in the rear. Prior to entering me anally, he gave me many orgasms big and small, vaginally. Then he lubed me up and worked me with his fingers until he could get three in and then followed with that stanchion of his that gave me more pain than pleasure. But he sure liked it and that's where he wound up dumping his load. Now I would be available. Now I was no longer an anal virgin. Next stop would be a hot DP. Something I was not sure I was ready for but just knew was coming. But not today.

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By the time Charlie got home on Sunday I had soaked for half an hour in the hot tub and was just putting myself together for our dinner tonight. Cute, but not sexy. Trying my hardest not to look like someone Charlie would want to fuck right now. It was a casual dinner and I wore jeans and a black tee shirt. And just enough makeup to not look ugly.

"Luce. How are you doing, my girl? I've missed you. Why don't we skip dinner and, ya know?"

"No 'ya know' for you buster. Mama's got a yeast infection. The big V is out of order for now. And we have a six o'clock reservation at Al Dante and I've been craving their ravioli in red sauce with meatballs. Come on. I'm hungry."

"Alright, alright. It's just that I have missed you. I feel like making a baby."

"Well, it's not happening now. Just slow your roll."

"Why are you talking funny, Luce. You sound like you have shit in your mouth."

"Shit in my mouth. Well, fuck you. I'm fine." And for the rest of the night I kept my mouth as closed as possible to prevent a big reveal before it's time.

The restaurant was not that far, so we didn't have much time to talk, but we did hold hands the entire way there. I figured a public setting is probably the best place to plead for the Friday meeting. Maybe I'll offer to drive home and let him get drunk and then spring it on him.

"What's with the mystery?" Charlie asked as we awaited our server. "It's not like you to be so aloof."

"You have to trust me, Charlie. This meeting can change our whole lives."

"Well, I'm not looking for my life to change. Except in the baby department. Is that what this is all about?"

"Not entirely. But the meeting has been arranged to take place on Friday, in the evening. We'll be picked up at home and brought home afterwards. It's an opportunity for us to do a little drinking without worrying about the ride home."

"And why are you telling me nothing about this meeting? You know I hate surprises. And why the fuck are you holding out on me. It's been a while and we have a plan."

"Well, plans change."

"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

This was hard and getting harder. Keeping a secret and withholding intimacy all at the same time was becoming more than I could bear. A nice blow job would calm him down, but he was not permitted even a hand job and at this point. And with my new tongue stud it was inadvisable.

Thank goodness I was in the safe harbor of a public eatery which kept the tone down, if not light. By the time dinner was over, it looked like he was getting ready to smack me around. It had been a while since he'd done that, but I still worried that the animal within him could spring into action at any time. Rock, meet hard place.

We did not drink much at dinner and the ride home was silent. Spooky almost. When I went to turn on the radio to break the silence, he smacked my hand away. "Let it be." He said. "How about some oral when we get home? You at least owe me that."

Now I was in full panic mode. What to do. Well, I figured it out. When we got into the house and settled in, he started to get amorous.

"C'mon, baby, how about you suck my dick? Papa's been neglected and needs a tune-up."

I didn't know what else to do, so I ran into the bathroom, stuck my fingers down my throat and threw up the lovely dinner I just enjoyed. It was ugly, and it was awful, but it shut down any plans he had for the night. Now all I have to do is make it till next Friday. After that, it's all in Urban's hands. That's when we will see just what kind of master he is and if he can enforce his five rules.

"I'm sorry, hon, but I'm feeling a little sick. Maybe it's the UTI that is getting to me. I should be better by next Friday and maybe we can celebrate a little then, after our meeting."

"You won't even tell me who this damned meeting is with, or what it's about. What's to celebrate?"

I didn't hear boo from Urban until Wednesday, when he called me on my cell.

"So slut, are we on for Friday?"

"Yes, Master. What time will we be picked up and how shall we dress?"

"Don't expect to be dressed for very long, so what you wear is up to you. But make sure you are properly made up and that your nails and toes are red. Deep red. And smokey eyes, preferably with some nice sharp wings."

"Yes, Master. Is there anything else?"

"You will be picked up at seven. Don't eat dinner and you skip lunch. I want you hungry when you get here. Preferably both of you."

"Yes, Master." Two more days. Could I do it?

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It had been a tense week, but Friday finally arrived. Not that Lucille gained any comfort from it. She knew she was facing a very tough night and figured that this meeting would bring an end to her marriage. Not necessarily an end, but a new beginning, indeed.

She wore a pair of tan slacks, and a white cow-neck long sleeved shirt. Charlie wore jeans and a collared shirt, madras. They were both ready by six-thirty, and the car came for them at a little before seven. This time no hoods were demanded, but a bottle of champagne and two flutes stood ready for the couple to start what Charlie expected was a celebratory visit with an unknown benefactor. What else could it be? he thought. Well, he didn't have to think long.

They had been picked up by a driver and another passenger. A man. A black man. He introduced himself as Trey and cracked the bottle open and poured the champagne into the flutes and offered them up to the passengers.

Charlie and Lucille sat there, hand in hand, as the vehicle sped toward its destination. About fifteen minutes into the drive the couple started to feel weary and it was Lucille who collapsed into her husband's arms. But he followed immediately thereafter.

When Charlie awoke, he found himself bound to a heavy wooden chair in a dark, room. The walls were all stone and the room was barely lit. He could see a man in front of him and his wife slumped in a more comfortable looking chair. The man was a tall, strong looking black man, and he was standing over Charlie with his hands on his hips like he was getting ready to filet him, cook him and eat him.

He grabbed Lucille by the hair and shook her head as if to awaken her. She struggled to open her eyes enough to see what was happening in the room. It was cold and damp and appeared to be a basement of some sort. It wasn't large, and she assumed it was probably the cellar of the row home she had been in before.

Charlie's arms and legs were bound to the chair with metal bindings, and he couldn't move an inch. He was totally undressed and just hanging out for any and all to see. Lucille tried to get up to aid her husband but just couldn't get her legs under her and she fell back in the soft chair.

"Prepare my dick, bitch." Were the words that flowed from Urban's mouth. She knew the command was directed at her, but she was pinned to the chair, restrained only by fear and a chemical imbalance she was still trying to overcome. Urban was not buying it and grabbed her by her hair, and yanked her out of the chair and to her knees. "Don't suck it. But get it ready."

Charlie was incensed. He started to curse and wail. "You motherfucker, you leave her alone. I'm gonna fuckin' kill you."

"Now, now, Charlie. You might notice that you have skin in this game, but no power. Go ahead, try to get loose. Try hard. You get free and this is all over. You don't and you're mine. That's right, Charlie. Mine. And Lucy is totally mine. Right Lucy?"

"Yes, Master."

"Master?" Charlie called out. "What is this master shit? I'm the master in my house."

"Not any more, Charlie. You fucked up. You fucked up big time when you cheated on your woman. And you fucked up big time when you hired us."

My head whipped around and looked at Urban and then at Charlie. Charlie's face was burning red and the veins were popping out of his forehead. That happened whenever he got angry with me, or someone else who did just as good a job of pushing his buttons.

"Yeah, Charlie. Tell your wife what you did starting about six weeks ago. Go ahead, let her know what happened after you booked us."

Charlie said nothing. He clutched his fists and tried harder to pull away from the chair with no success.

"Oh yeah, Lucy. Old Charlie there has been having an affair. Yeah."

"Bullshit. That's bullshit. Don't believe him, Luce."

"You don't have to believe me, Lucy. Just watch." And he pulled out a tablet and started to run a video on it. It was Charlie having sex with a young woman. A very young woman. And he was going all in and the two of them seemed to be enjoying themselves.

"That's a Photoshop. Someone altered the video to make it look like this."

"Oh yeah," Urban said. Then he called up the stairs for them to send 'Happy' down. Happy was an adorable young blonde with small tits and a thin, tight body. She entered the chamber from upstairs and sat down on Charlie's lap. Then she gave him a big kiss. Right on the lips. Charlie, seeing the betrayal, tried to turn his head, but she grasped it and held on as she pressed her lips against his.

"Where's the love, Lucy? Come on, girl. Hop to it."

And I proceeded to fondle him and beat Urban off as best as I could. With tears in my eyes, I tried my best not to look over at my Charlie, the asshole who had been cheating on me for the past month and half. I would give Urban a fine blow job when my tongue is healed. Make my damned cheating husband pay for his indiscretions.

"Oh yes," Urban said. "All those late nights and time away for work was not about work at all. Was it Charlie?"

Charlie said nothing, continuing to glow bright red. As red as my bright red nail polish.

"Tell us, Happy, all about your lover here."

"He's not bad. Not you, Master, but certainly adequate. He gives decent head and has a pretty good body. Not much in the dick department. Maybe five inches, tops. Not too bad for white meat, but not what I've grown used to."

"Tell me, Charlie, what would you think if I send the many videos of you fucking Happy to your conservative employer and maybe your mother-in-law and father-in-law? We're way past sending them to your wife. And she's long past caring. She has a burden of her own to bear. Just look." And he showed him a video of his wife sucking Elmo's dick and one of her getting spit roasted by Elmo and Trey. Charlie went buck wild, flailing and struggling against his bonds. It knocked Happy right off his lap.

"Lucy, stick that finger of yours in your twat as you blow me. I want to smell you getting all sexed up. But no cumming."

After a ten minute hand job with me edging myself to distraction, Urban pushed me away and sat down on an armless chair.

"Mount me, slut. Show that man of yours how a woman fucks a real man."

I stood up and mounted him on the chair and started my seductive dance. I was totally embarrassed, but it sure felt good. That big black cock fit me where it hit me, and it hit me just fine. I was up and down on him and each time I was on a downward stroke I felt like I was getting ready to cum. Something he told me not to do.

"Please, Master, may I cum?"

"No slut, keep riding me." And I did. I started riding him even harder and deeper. I was getting ready to explode when he told me, "Kiss me good and you can come."

I locked lips with him and stuck my sore tongue down his throat and let it dance with his. I was besides myself when he announced, "Okay, slut, you can cum."

Arrrggghhh!!! I called out. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. And I came hard. I even squirted some. By the time Urban came, I was a sloppy wet mess smelling of cum, perfume and pussy. I also came two more times and was on the verge of collapse. Charlie was a bigger mess than me. Although Happy was downtown, sucking on his little white dick, he was still objecting. Never had sex been less sensual for a man. I, on the other hand, was doing fine. At least I thought I was.

Once things settled down, Urban went into his song and dance.

"Let's talk about life for a minute. Seven weeks ago you contracted us to do alterations on your kitchen. During those seven weeks we set up the affair between Charlie and Happy, and bugged your house to catch you either having sex or masturbating. Then, using the information we had we blackmailed Lucy into sex with a black man, Elmo, which led to further sex with black men. All of this, along with your indiscretions with Happy, Charlie, and we have the perfect package to blackmail you both. Now, as I've said, you are both ours. I own you. Lucille, show your husband your mark of ownership."

I got up and stood tall in front of my husband, who could not take his eyes off the spade tattoo with the number seventy-five denoting my status as Urban's seventy-fifth concubine. The look on his face was one of shock. Thank goodness. It was the first time he'd seen it, proving to Urban that Charlie had gotten nowhere near my vagina. I could tell by his smirk that it made him happy.

"Happy, get off of Charlie's lap now and go back upstairs. Lucy, get down and prepare your husband's cock. I want him good and hard."

I got down on my knees in front of where Charlie sat and proceeded to give him a rousing hand job, lube and all. After about five minutes and a great degree of hardness, Urban pulled me away by my hair. He then stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a knife. A stiletto. He held the handle up in front of Charlie's face and pushed the button and out came the blade. It was about five inches in length. Charlie looked very tense.

"Charlie, here's how it's gonna be. There's a stop you're gonna make tonight. A little something to show the world your new job as Lucy's cuckold. That's right, cuck, your life is forever altered. You are now a slave of the House of Urban. Your life is not your own and your sex is not your own."

Then he grabbed Charlie's hard dick, and the boner started to evaporate. But that didn't stop Urban from making his next move. He took the knife and placed the blade sharp side up under my husband's cock. The sweat was pouring off Charlie's forehead.

"It's time to pledge, Charlie. Pledge your allegiance to me and to the House of Urban. Now is when you get two choices. I'm either gonna lock your dick up in a cage, or I'm gonna just cut it off. You choose. You have thirty seconds."

"Cage, cage, cage." Charlie rang out. "Please don't cut it off. Please have mercy. I pledge myself to the House of Urban."

"There is no mercy, but you have made your choice. And that choice will be respected. Lucy, lock him up."

In Urban's dungeon there was a collection of cock cages of various sizes and styles. Urban chose one he thought would be appropriate and handed it to me to install it in his groin. It was titanium and had a very special lock. She struggled a bit, but Charlie didn't even flinch. Not until the lock clicked shut and resigned him to his fate. No orgasm tonight. None until Urban said so. Urban literally had Charlie by the balls. Charlie's eyes were wet, but he did not shed tears. At least not visibly.

"Charlie, I'm going to send you home shortly, but there are some things you should know before you go:

You and your wife are wholly owned by me and my crew. Accept it. As Lucy knows, my word is law and I will be obeyed in every instance. Your body is not your own. I own it. All you do will be at my bidding. Make no major moves without my say so. Finally, Lucy is mine and my agent. You are now her cuckold. You will obey her."

Urban looked over at me and told me to throw the key, with a tag with only the number 75 on it, into a large bowl containing many keys with tags with numbers on them. It was indicative of what the cuckolds he held sway over had to go through to achieve any kind of release.

"Some of the boys will take you home now, Charlie. But first there will be a stop. All of my bodies are marked appropriately and tonight it's your turn. You're gonna meet the Rat and he knows just what to do with a fine fellow like you."

Two very large men, looking like a couple of defensive linemen, came down into the dungeon to accompany my husband to Rat's, along with Elmo, who, of course, would take the lead. They undid his bindings and before they dragged him up the stairs, Urban got up real close and personal with Charlie.

"Charlie, Lucy is staying with me this weekend. I'll get her back to you on Sunday night. Until then, think about our situation and what you bring to the equation. Husbands that don't bring much to the table don't last very long. If you know what I mean. And study those five rules. I expect you to memorize them. Failure to do so will bring severe punishment."

And the two men all but carried my poor forlorn husband up the stairs and out to Rat's Tats for who knows what kind of marking.