Life in Peril - Pt. 02

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This is the second chapter of the sequel to my story entitled Life Interrupted. I hope you enjoy.

Life in Peril Pt. II

My Master

On the ride home from work, I called Mort to let him know about my contact with Trey. He let me know that it's a game-day decision, and that decision was mine.

"I'm scared, Mort. I have no idea what is going to be asked of me. I think..."

"That's where you get yourself into trouble. Stop thinking about it and just go with your instincts. If this doesn't feel right, I can have you picked up and out of town in a flash. Just say the word."

"No. I know what I have to do. I just don't want to get fucked."

"Well, if you go tonight, you will definitely get fucked. No doubt about it. We've been watching Trey, and he hasn't been visited by any women since being let out of jail. You can be sure he's got his sights set on you. But don't worry. We'll be watching his place. We already are."

"And you're watching me?"

"Every minute."

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I'd never been to Trey's house before. It was basically in the same neighborhood as Urban's downtown place. On my way, I even passed Rat's, and the lights were all out and things were quiet. Dead quiet. I was scared shitless, and I wished I had Charlie's gun. Not that I'd know what to do with it.

When I arrived at Trey's address, I found a parking spot down the block and locked my car up and scurried as quickly as I could to the door, and knocked. It wasn't Trey who answered the door. But I had met this man before. It was Malik Saunders, whom I greeted cordially.

"Hello Mr. Saunders. I was expecting Trey to be here."

"Oh, he's here, little lady. He just doesn't answer the door. With that anklet they got him wearing, they can tell when and where he is moving around. They can tell when he goes to take a shit for fuck's sake. If he goes to the door, they will know he is having visitors and come visit themselves. And we don't want that now, do we?"

"No, sir. We don't need any of that at all. We've had quite enough."

"So, Trey tells me you are one of his bottom bitches. I know Big Tony had his turn, and I expect Trey's gonna want his turn, but before you leave, I'm gonna want my turn, too."

"You really get to the point, don't you, Mr. Saunders?"

"Malik. Call me Malik or Mal. When two get as close as we're gonna, you should be on a first-name basis. Don't ya think?"

"Of course, Malik." And that's when Trey came down from upstairs. I ran to him, dropped to my knees, and kissed his feet. His big, shit-eating grin told me I did good.

"Rise, Lu. Come and kiss me like you want to." And I rose up and put my arms around his waist, pulled myself into him and gave him a big kiss as he bent down to return it. Trey was always a good kisser, and tonight was no different.

"Lu, I've got a special treat for you tonight. Malik is staying over, and the three of us are gonna have us a fine time. So, if you have to call Charlie to let him know, do it now so we can get on with it and get it on."

"Charlie's under control, Master. I told him that it might go past tonight and that if it went further than tomorrow, I would call him."

"See, Lu. That's what makes you a bottom bitch. It's not about time served. It's about gettin' it. Some bitches take years to really get it. But you... You got a knack for it. That's what Urban says."

"How is my Master? I miss him."

"And trust me, little one, he misses you, too. But where he is right now, we can't get to him. And me, I'm not allowed near a jail, unless I'm on the wrong side of the bars. The lawyer tells me he is coping well, all things considered. He's used to the finer things, and he's not getting that. He's in jail, so he doesn't even have commissary. But he's being looked after the best we can. For now."

"I guess I'll have to count on you to take care of me, Master."

"And take care of you, I shall. Me and my friend here."

Malik held his hand out to me, and I looked up at Trey, who was now my Master. He released me and gave me an encouraging nudge toward Malik. Looks like Malik's on first and Trey's at home plate, ready to hit one out of the park. He usually did.

Malik took my hand and led me upstairs to the largest of the upstairs bedrooms. This was a city row home, so none of the bedrooms were all that big, but this was the master bedroom. With the bed to prove it. The king-size bed dwarfed the room, leaving just enough room to move around it.

After having experienced what Tony Blue brought to the table, I shuddered to think about what Malik was packing, but found I should not have feared. It was a substantial weapon he unsheathed, but well within my range.

As always, it started with a kiss. And he was a dandy kisser. Good to the last drop, as they say. We kissed passionately for several minutes, after which I unbuttoned his shirt and flung it to the corner, there being nowhere else to put it in the room. He got a good laugh out of that.

I got down on my knees, unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor, leaving only his boxers on. He kicked off his pants into what was becoming a pile of his clothes on the floor, and then I went for the boxers.

That thing of his was already coming alive when I pulled down his shorts. His crank was a little shy of Urban size, but that's perfect for this wench. My job was to make it grow; to make it hard. Hard enough to penetrate me and infiltrate my very being.

I pushed his naked ass onto the bed once I got him hard and proceeded to undress my own self. In the sexiest way possible. Fucking Malik was not an act of joy; it was a survival strategy. To fail would bring bad things down upon my house. To fail could bring this whole investigation crashing down, and me with it. So, Malik is going to get the fucking of his life.

Once I was fully undressed, I gave him a little more lip service, up and down, and then went for it. The main event. With him lying on the bed, I straddled him and grasped that blunt object of his with my primed pudenda, and went for a ride, like the cowgirl I am. He grabbed my hips and helped me along as I rode him for what must have been ten minutes.

I was really huffing and puffing and starting to lose control as I approached orgasm. Being cognizant of my state, he lifted up and rolled us over, putting him on top, and never allowing that stiff organ of his to exit my very juicy, very wet pussy. Given the thickness of his pecker, I should add tight pussy to that list.

Up to this point, I had been in control, and the strokes were long but fairly gentle. When he got on top, it all changed up. He got right in there and pounded me from the start. And the orgasms just came. I was screaming, and I was holding on for dear life. "Oh God, please. More, more, more."

We went on like that for another five minutes, and that big black cock was getting ready to spout. I just knew it. And, as expected, he came inside me with a grunt, a groan and a howl, like some wild animal.

I had two supersonic orgasms and a few minor tremors that shook me from top to bottom. All in all, a great sexual experience. But it wasn't ending there. Trey was not to be denied, and he peaked his head in the room and sheepishly asked if it was his turn. Malik must be a heavy hitter to have Trey so cowed. I saw how he and his two mates had held Urban in the same light. As horny as Trey was, he still gave the first taste to Malik. You didn't have to fuck this man to know his power. But it sure was a powerful fuck. You could tell this man was nobody's fool. If Urban is the Atom Bomb and Trey the Torpedo, this guy Malik must be a space laser or some such thing. An envoy from the Evil Empire, if you will.

"Clean me up, slut." I knew what I had to do. I didn't want to. But, in for a penny, in for a pound. I took him in my mouth and did a serviceable job of cleaning up his BBC.

"What does a guy have to do to get in on this?" Trey asked. "I brought the lube if need be." I knew what that meant. I ran into the bathroom, which was in the hallway, and cleaned up and peed. I ran back and started ripping Trey's clothes off. I just had a great fuck and now I'm gonna get another one. So psyched, I almost forgot I was also in great danger. I was totally off-mission and into the servitude I had fallen into under Urban's rules.

Trey and I started making out at the foot of the bed as Malik, sitting in the lotus position at the head of the bed, watched us. As I glanced over at him, he seemed to be enjoying himself almost as much as we were. He had a big shit-eating grin on his face as he held that organ of his in his right hand.

Trey was not fucking me. He was making love to me. Gently, softly, but firmly caressing me and kissing me as he plunged that thing of his into my depths and back out again. Slowly, in and out, in and out. He was teasing me. As we fucked, he played with my nipple rings, and I kissed him with lots of tongue and a few stunts with my tongue stud. He liked it. And then Malik took over.

"Cowgirl position. Fuck him cowgirl, Lu." We rolled over, and he laid out on the bed and I squatted over him and started pumping on him. In a minute, I felt something cold and wet at the crack of my ass, then a finger smushing it around and being pushed into my ass. He pumped me with that finger for about a minute as I slowly pumped on Trey. Somehow, he got himself hard. I did not witness it as I was quite busy with Trey. But I did recognize when one finger became two. Everything got tighter. My level of discomfort was rising, but there wasn't much I could do about it. I accepted that big black dick as it was offered to me and took it as the two of them blasted away at my pussy and my ass. The old DP.

The boys got a rhythm going, and I spent the next five minutes doing that dance that the girls do when they have no control of what is happening at their core, and I just flailed around until Trey called out that he was ready to pop. Malik sped up and pushed into me harder. But it hadn't been that long ago that he had come, so he was in it for the long haul.

Trey, being buried under me and Malik, could not move away, so he just came in my pussy. Then, as Malik continued to pound my ass, Trey scootched out from under us and rolled away as I was encouraged into the doggy position on my hands and knees. Malik grabbed me by my tits, with emphasis on my little gold rings, and elevated his pounding on my ass. He kept at it for another five minutes or so until he finally came again. We both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and sweaty. The perspiration dripped from my pits and down my little breasts. That was quite the workout, and I wondered if there would be more. Would I be staying over, or would they allow me to return home? I soon found out.

"I'm beat," said Malik. "Trey, go downstairs and tell Ben I'll be staying over and to have at least one more guy come to watch the outside all night."

"Yes, sir, Malik. I'll tell him now and camp out in one of the other bedrooms."

"You do that. I'm spending the night with our girl here."

"You two have a good night now. And don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Not that there is anything Trey wouldn't do. He was out the door and downstairs in a shot. I just rolled over, and Malik rolled into me, and we spooned until we fell asleep. I felt oddly comfortable and secure in his arms. I shouldn't have. This man kills people for a living, and if he knew what I was up to, he would certainly take my life without hesitation or regret.

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When I woke up on Saturday morning, the bed was otherwise empty. Malik was gone, and Trey came into the bedroom to announce that breakfast would be served and that the coffee was ready. Now that's just what I need. But maybe with a shot of Bailey's after last night. Both my pussy and ass were sore from being pounded by two good-sized cocks.

"Master Trey, can I give Charlie a call, so he doesn't worry?"

"Nah, it will be time for you to leave after breakfast and a nice blowjob to keep me until your relief arrives."

"Relief?"

"Yeah. Shelly, who wears number sixty-two will be here this afternoon to babysit me. She wasn't around for the bust and is still free in every way. She'll pick up where you leave off. Now get to suckin' and we'll have a nice breakfast. Do you like eggs?"

Is that all these hoods know how to make is fuckin' eggs? Maybe there will be some bacon this time, at least.

Trey wore nothing but a flimsy robe, so I disrobed him and got down on my knees and relieved him of his morning spunk. I enjoyed blowing him and he rewarded me with a lion's share of said spunk. Then we jumped into the shower and cleaned off all evidence of the night and morning activities.

We then went downstairs, and I prepared eggs and bacon with toast for Trey and I. He praised my ability to make eggs over easy as he sopped up the yolk with the bread.

"Master Trey, may I ask when I may see or talk to my Master?"

"You may certainly ask, but I don't have an answer for you yet. His disposition is in the hands of the lawyers now, and only they can tell you what he is free to do or with whom he is free to visit. My advice to you is not to make a stink about it. It will only draw more scrutiny to you, and the last thing either of us needs is the cops looking any closer at you as a co-conspirator. Just let it go for now and run anything you do past me first."

Trey should only know what I already know. That his ankle monitor, which was still firmly installed on his left leg, contains a bug that is picking up everything said within a ten-foot radius of anywhere he finds himself. So, all that I've said and done in his presence was on tape, drawing me deeper into my role as a confidential informant and a witness for the state.

With this in mind, I couldn't get out of there quickly enough. I did the breakfast dishes and off I went to make my way back home. On the way, I called Charlie to let him know my status.

"Charlie, I'm on my way home. Is there anything I need to pick up on the way?"

"No, Mistress. I hit the market earlier this morning and we're pretty well stocked up. Just come home, please."

When I got home, Charlie was still in his pajamas, drinking a cup of coffee and reviewing some paperwork for the job. He appeared well-rested and confident in the work he was doing. I shattered all that when I asked if he was wearing his cock cage.

"Yes, Mistress. I put it on while you were away so that I wouldn't be tempted to play with myself."

"Well then, I am commanding you to take the fucking thing off. Don't put it back on until I order you to do so. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you." And he went upstairs to get the key. Free of his encumbrance, he returned to the kitchen and put away his paperwork. Shyly, he addressed me.

"Mistress Lu, does this mean I am permitted to have sex?"

"It does, Charlie, but not just yet. I'm a little sore from last night and need some recovery time. Maybe tonight or tomorrow, God willing."

"Thank you, Mistress..."

"Will you just drop it, Charlie. Save the Mistress talk for when we need to. Certainly, when we are alone, I'm just Lu. Your Lu, Charlie. I know in the position we've found ourselves, you will have to fall back on your role as cuckold and servant to our Master, but when we are not being observed, just drop it. It will make me more comfortable around you, if nothing else."

"Thank you, Lu. I'd be more comfortable too. And maybe tonight..."

"Yes, my darling, maybe tonight. Maybe those who lord over us will give us the time and space to be the couple we so want to be."

"We can always run, Lu. Run away from all this mob bullshit."

"If only it were that easy. But once we start running, we have to keep running. If we continue to cooperate with the cops, maybe someday, somehow, we will be free to live our lives again."

"We can only hope, my love. Either way, I am here for the long run."

"And for that, and many other reasons, I love you. No matter what you see and what I am forced to do, never forget that. You are my only true love." I said it, and I meant it.

"I have to make a call right now, Charlie. I'll take it upstairs so I don't disturb your work. I'll be down shortly."

I went upstairs and called Mort. Time to report this weekend's activities and to let him know about Malik Saunders.

"We've been listening, Luce, and we know Saunders visited Trey Fortune yesterday. Looks like Trey is begging his superiors for help. He hasn't been able to get hold of Urban's money and needs help with legal fees of his own. Urban is being held in isolation right now and cannot get word out on the street to his remaining free people. The only ones we are letting him see are his attorneys, and we are monitoring them pretty closely."

"Bending a few laws there, Sergeant?"

"Breaking none. I don't want this guy out on a technicality and I want the bail on him, if they offer it, to be ultra-high. Beyond even his reach. Truth be told, though, I'd rather they hold him on remand indefinitely, at least until trial. We have presented enough evidence to the grand jury of his culpability so that his pretrial detention will be done at a maximum security facility. He's currently in the county jail being prepared to be shipped to a more secure facility out in the country."

"Do you really have that much on him?"

"Fingerprint and DNA evidence places him at several crime scenes and on the corpses of several of his victims. I couldn't tell you now if he killed these people, but he was there around the time they were done in. It's amazing what they do with DNA these days. It's a small miracle."

"Did my visit this weekend get you anything you could use to secure Trey's incarceration?"

"Just his association with Malik Saunders is enough to land him back in jail, but we are monitoring him six ways to Sunday to see who else we can draw into our trap."

"What if..."

"No 'what ifs' Luce. You just keep playing your part the way you have. It's saving your life. Their great trust and confidence in you is our secret weapon. Did Malik say anything to you about next steps?"

"Not really. He just wanted to fuck me and get his dick sucked. And boy, is my ass sore. That man has some stamina. If this man is a hitman, I think he is planning on fucking me to death."

"I guess there are worse ways to go. But..."

"No buts, sergeant. Make no mistake, I'm not ready to go just yet, and your boys better keep a good eye on me."

"As they have and will continue to. I can't tell you how many of them have expressed the urge to get with you. You are one fine lady."

"Well, I guess I proved this weekend that I am no lady. Just another slut for black cock."

"I've got one of those that can attest to that."

"Don't I know it. And a fine one it is. Relax. Keep up the good work and you'll get your turn soon enough."

"Not soon enough for me, juicy Lucy."

"Tell me, what's my next move, sergeant? What's the next step?"

"That's up to them. Urban is being moved to the max security facility in the next two days, and we have friends on the inside who will be helping us to monitor him. Both guards and prisoners. There's one prisoner at the facility who is very eager to get out of there, and his ear on Urban's business may just be his ticket out. And our ticket to busting even bigger fish."

"Like Abe Toronto and Big Tony?"

"And more. Toronto is Urban's handler for the mob, but he handles others, and we want to know about them too. Thus, Trey remains free-range in hopes that we can connect the dots once Urban is moved."

"You call what he is 'free range?' He can't do much locked away in his house."

"He brought Saunders around, despite being under house arrest. And we got a lot from their meetings. Even before you showed up at his door. But you don't need to know any more about that. Not yet."

"Yet? You mean you're gonna explain this to me like I'm a child, 'cause that's what I'm gonna need. This web you are spinning is so convoluted that I may never understand it."

"And it's my job to make sure you are around for me to explain it to you."

"If you have nothing else for me now, I think it's time I gave my Charlie some attention. He's been really good throughout this whole thing. Very adaptable."

"In spite of everything, you really love him, don't ya, Luce?"

"Believe it. Despite my particular sexual proclivities, he is the love of my life. He just falls a tad short in some departments. Once all this shit is over with, I'm going to have to find a way to live with those shortcomings."

"How about me? Where do I stand? I still want to be part of the equation."

"Workin' on it. It's gonna take time, and Charlie has to come first, but you are still on my mind and in my heart. You have become more than a good friend and ally. You have indeed won a piece of my heart."

"I hope that's not all."

"You watch your mouth, Mort Humphrey. I'll talk to you later if there is anything to report."

"Stay safe, Luce. And call me for anything, anytime."

The call reminded me that I had an obligation to Charlie. His heart and psyche, as well as his body. So, I thought I'd start there. In nothing more than a light robe, I went down to see if I could roust my husband and convince him it's time I take care of my wifely obligations. I got no argument from Charlie. He liked what he saw and where I was going with my suggestive flirting. He bit, and I dragged him upstairs in order to further the mission. My mission to extract my pound of flesh and a certain amount of cum from my loving husband.

As always, it started with a kiss. And then several more. I didn't even undress him, I just dropped to my knees, something I was getting very good at, and dropped his pants to the floor, undies and all. I latched on and as I sucked away at his average sized penis he disrobed and kicked his pants and boxers to the corner. I threw my light robe onto the pile and stood up and drew him to me for more kisses.

Charlie wanted to kiss my lips, alright and he crashed us onto the bed and maneuvered us into a sixty-nine position and attacked my pussy with his mouth and fingers. I continued sucking his cock to the point where it was harder than ever. We then reconvened at the top of the bed and he inserted that hard cock into my wet, juicy, eager snatch.

We went at it for about fifteen minutes, from petting and gentle screwing, to the grand finale when he pounded me into the bed like a jackhammer. It was good, and his gentle nature brought me off with no pain and maximum pleasure. His was not the BBC I had grown used to and fond of, but it was good enough to bring me to a nice little orgasm toward the end. He outright exploded into my kitty, and she was purring up a storm. A damned wet storm, but with very little lightning and thunder. It was nice. But not what I had grown used to. I couldn't help but think of Mort, the one legit dick that took me where I needed to go.

The rest of my weekend went well, without input of any kind from either the thugs who were running my life or the police who were pursuing them. Behind the backs of all our handlers, bad guys and good, Charlie and I worked on getting reacquainted as a couple. It was all going well until Tuesday night, just after work. I had arrived home at quarter to six and my cell phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, but I answered it anyway.

"Mrs. Allyard?"

"This is Lucille Allyard. How might I help."

"Miss Allyard, this is officer Fran Tucker of the City Police Department. First of all I have to say firecracker. Do you understand?"

"That means I can trust you. I hope I can."

"Mrs. Allyard are you near a television set?"

"I'm home. So..."

"Turn on the news. Do it right now."

I turned on the TV and put on the local news. There was a report ongoing about a prisoner transport gone wrong. The vehicles transporting and guarding Urban Mann had been hit and Urban had escaped from his captors.

"Mort? Where is Sergeant Humphrey? Where is Mort?"