Life in Peril

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author.

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

Life in Peril Pt. III

Life in Peril Pt. III

Into the Ether

Into the Ether

"Mort. Where's Mort, Officer Tucker? He's usually the one who calls me. He's the one..."

"The sergeant was in charge of the transport of Urban Mann. Everyone from the transport crew was killed except Sergeant Humphrey and one of the female guards, who was brutally raped and beaten at the scene and dumped miles away. The sergeant was shot up pretty good and left for dead. But he's a tough old bird, and he's being attended to now at the trauma unit of one of the big hospitals in the area. They choppered him in and I understand he is currently in stable but critical condition."

"What can I do, officer? If I can do anything to help, please..."

"No. You just keep playing your part. We've got you covered for now, but most of us are involved, along with the FBI and the U.S. Marshals, in trying to track down Urban Mann. He seems to have vanished into the ether, and we have no leads yet as to where he may be or where he is going."

"Do you think he remained in town?"

"Doubtful. He'll run as far as he can. Shit!"

"What, why shit? Please tell me Mort is okay."

"It's not about the sergeant. I just got word that they checked out Trey Fortune's house and he's gone too. His ankle monitor was cut off, and he has fled."

"It's the fuckin' mafia, isn't it? That fuckin' Abe Toronto made this happen, didn't he?"

"It's an ongoing investigation, ma'am, and I can't say."

"You just did, Tucker. Now what happens to me?"

"The only advice I can give you is to keep playing your role. With everyone in power on the run, I doubt if you are at the top of their list. And they have no idea you are working with us. Not that I know of."

"Cold comfort, officer. I'll..."

"I have to run, Mrs. Allyard, but keep my number handy and use it as if I were Sergeant Humphrey."

"Okay, but I..."

*click* And the phone went dead.

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Two hours after receiving the call from Officer Tucker, he called back again. This time with a status.

"Ms. Allyard, Officer Tucker, here. I wanted to call you with an update. Corporal Espada has been temporarily upgraded to sergeant, and will be taking over in Sergeant Humphrey's absence. She's been on the team since the beginning and knows the score. She's on the street right now, but will be talking to you soon. Just hang in there and keep playing your role. We need that more than ever now."

"Officer Tucker, frankly, I'm rattled right now, and I don't know what to do. Can you..."

"That's all I can say right now, firecracker, but Espada will fill you in later. I'm not sure when she will call, but it should be soon. If I speak with her, which I expect to soon, I will let her know of your urgent concerns. For the time being, please contact me at the precinct to let me know of any contact you have with Mann or his associates." And Tucker hung up.

As soon as I hung up the phone, I fell on the sofa, broke down and cried. I couldn't stop, and when Charlie got home, he took me in his arms to comfort me as I sobbed out the story I had just been told.

"Lu, it will be alright. I'm sure I saw an unmarked police car parked down the street. I'll bet they are watching out for us. Especially after what happened to the sergeant. I'm going to go put on my cock cage."

"Why, Charlie? Why would you do that now?"

"Because it's more important than ever that we keep up this facade. Any minute now, Master Urban or his associates can show up and put us in an even worse position than we were in. Please, Mistress, let me..."

"Oh, Charlie, you are such a good man. How can you still love me after all I have done and all I have gotten you into. It's just not fair that you have to wear that damned..."

"I'll do what I have to do, Mistress. For both of us. The things I've done for you I've done because I love you. Because I love us. In spite of everything, my love for you is stronger than ever."

"I don't know how you do it, Charlie, but I love you more than ever for it. Let's just hope that Master Urban is on the run and will leave us alone for now. Hopefully, it won't be long before he is back in the hands of the police and that they don't do stupid things like moving him around without a proper escort. According to the news, there was a six person escort, and now four of them are dead and the two who were left for dead are in critical condition, including a female officer who was brutally raped and left for dead. Sergeant Humphrey is the other one. They have a new leader on the task force, but I have not met her. An acting sergeant named Espada, who I don't know and don't know if I can trust."

"I'd say we can't trust anyone at this point, Mistress."

"God, I hate when you call me that."

"You never know who is watching. And obviously, you never know what their next move will be. They are obviously way ahead of the cops. They'll be in touch, all right. I just want to be prepared when they are."

"But, Charlie, it's more important than ever to keep a low profile and play out whatever scenario Urban and his people lay out for us. I expect they still have all of that blackmail material, photos and videos of us submitting to a variety of black cock and other things. Life..."

"Must go on, Lu. The next time they come walking through that door, I'm committed to taking them down. I've got a gun now, and I know how to use it. We do that, and then we can run. Then maybe the fucking cops will do their jobs and protect us."

"C'mere, Charlie. Show me some love. Come upstairs and I'll put that cock cage onforyou, but not until after I've done my best to empty you out and make that dick of yours soft enough to fit back into it. Come, my love. Let's do this."

We headed upstairs, and my dear husband took me in his arms and kissed me like never before. As if it was the last kiss he would give anyone on this earth. Despite my fear and the adrenaline pumping through me, I undressed for him and then undressed him, and we got comfortable on the bed. He wrapped me up in his hairless arms and took me in the gentlest of ways. Straight missionary position, slow and long. We must have made love for half an hour before he went full bore on me and pounded me into submission. And a couple of wonderful orgasms. He was no big black cock, but he'd learned well how to use what he had. The one and only benefit of being a slave to Urban Mann and his ilk.

Once we were both soaked and satisfied, we jumped into the shower together and cleaned ourselves up. I could hear my cell phone ringing from the shower, but could not get out in time to answer the call.

Once we finished up and dried off, I wrapped my long hair in a towel and checked my cell phone. There was a voicemail left, I expect from the recent caller. Without leaving the bedroom, and with Charlie here with me, I listened to the voicemail. It was from acting Sergeant Manuela Espada. It was an urgent message to return her call. But before I could, I received a call that I was not expecting. It was Watts.

"Lu, it's Watts. Have you heard the news?"

"About my Master escaping?"

"Yes. And Trey too. They called me and were asking for you and a couple of the other girls. Lu, are you being watched?"

"I'm not sure, but I think so. Why do you ask?"

"Your Master needs you, Lu. Don't worry, he's in a safe space right now, but he needs his bottom bitch. Tomorrow after work, you will be picked up by one of Urban's crackers and taken to a place where you can serve your master. You might take a couple of days off from work as well. Can you do that, Lu?"

"How will I know..."

"Don't worry. He'll know you. Just go with him and follow his lead. He is not new to this and will know just what to do. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. I understand. Is there anything I need to bring with me?"

"Yeah. Bring Charlie's key. And make sure he's locked up."

"Yes, sir. Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Don't you worry about that. Just do what you're told."

"Yes, sir." And he hung up the phone. I immediately called the Police Department's newest sergeant.

"Sergeant Espada, how is Sergeant Humphrey doing?"

"Well, he's not out of the woods yet, but they have upgraded him to stable for now. But he's still in the critical care unit. They pulled four bullets out of him, and it sounds like a couple others went straight through him. But he's tough as nails, and he'll pull through. Nell got it bad, too, but they molested her and shot her just once in the back. She's been upgraded to stable condition, but she's gonna have a massive case of PTSD according to the docs. They apparently worked her over pretty good. Raped multiple times and beaten up pretty good. These are bad people, Mrs. Allyard. Very bad people."

"Well, Sergeant, these bad people plan to take possession of me tomorrow. I was notified by the dungeon master that I am to be picked up tomorrow after work."

"We'll be more than doubling the number of us watching you. Someone will be visiting you in the morning at work. He will come to your office and spend a minute with you. You will need a private space for no more than five minutes. Can you arrange that?"

"Yes. My direct boss is out of town this week, and we can use his office. What's up?"

"You're gonna get chipped. It will..."

"Chipped?"

"Yes. It's a GPS microchip that will track you wherever you go. That way we can't lose you. We can follow you from a distance and always know where you are. The range, however, is limited, but we will have enough people on you so we don't lose you."

"How come I've never heard of such a thing? You would think it would be all over the news."

"Top secret stuff. The man who will visit you is from the U.S. Marshall Service and will set the chip and activate it. From that point on, someone will be designated to track your every movement."

"How about Charlie? He's as vulnerable as I am."

"We don't think so. As far as we are concerned, you are the key to this whole thing. If you lead us to Mann, we can assure you he won't escape us again."

"The operative word being,again."

"You have to trust us, Mrs. Allyard. We..."

"I trusted Mort and now I'm in even deeper than before. My trust in the police is running a little thin, if you know what I mean."

"Try not to worry too much. Don't want to tip your hand to these guys. Just know your role and play it like the star you have been. I've been part of this team since the beginning and know what we're up against. Trust me."

There go those two words again. I don't even know this gal, let alone trust her. But I must do what I must do.

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I got to work early, wearing just slacks and a blouse and the sexiest undies I own. I have to be prepared for the inevitable when and if I am taken to Urban. To my thinking, when is more likely.

At around ten, a man asking for me approached the receptionist. He was dressed no differently from any other client, and I took him into my boss's office. He was cordial but got right down to business. From his briefcase, he drew a device that looked a bit like a staple gun. He had me drop my pants and panties, and right in the crease between my ass and my thigh he shot that chip into me. It took a second. He then tested it with a handheld device that he pulled out of his briefcase, and it was set and now tracking me wherever I went. Now, between my cell phone and this chip, there were two ways to track me. The Marshall assured me that from this moment on they would have someone tracking my every move.

"Try to hold on to that phone as long as you can. They will probably relieve you of it; that's when we lean on the chip. Trust me on this."

Another one using the magic words that mean nothing. But I felt I had no alternative at this juncture and had to trust the cops. The cops stupid enough to walk into an ambush that cost them four of their own. The same cops who lost a high-value prisoner just days ago.

"Please don't forget about Charlie. He won't be chipped and is in a vulnerable position. And you'd better inform him of what's going on. He's armed now and may just as soon shoot one of you as one of them."

"Don't worry about your husband. He's being well tended to."

The Marshall didn't spend more than fifteen minutes with me and he was out the door. And the nervous wreck who is me has to work the rest of the day. The rest of the day until I meet with my fate, whatever that might be.

Five o'clock finally came, and as I walked to the car, a man called out to me from a Chevy sedan parked a few cars away from mine. Like he knew which was mine. I'd never met him before, but he was a white man, a little older, and he told me that Watts had sent him and to get in the front seat. He then asked for my cell phone, which I gave him.

He didn't introduce himself, and said nothing as we drove into town. It was the darker part of town, but not Urban's neighborhood. He parked on the street and walked me to a house about a quarter block away. He marched me inside, and I was led right out the back of the house and down an alleyway to a smaller street where a woman was waiting in a car. The man put a hood over my head, zip-tied my hands behind me and threw me into the trunk of the car the woman was sitting in. She immediately took off.

After at least a half-hour drive, I was taken from the car and led up stairs and into a house, my hood and zip-ties in place.

It took me a while to clear my vision after the hood was removed and the zip-ties cut. The bright light from the windows blinded me. When I could finally see, I noticed two large men on either side of a large desk in the middle of a large office. Behind the desk sat a man. A man I had met once before. It was Abe Toronto. Next to me, with his hand on my shoulder, was Malik Saunders.

I could hear a slurping sound coming from the desk and surmised that Mr. Toronto had company we could not see. Toronto was there, sitting back with his head resting on the chair and his eyes closed. "Ahhhh," he said, opening his eyes. "Zip me up and be gone," he said to mid-air. That's when a very attractive, very young redhead crawled out from under his desk and ran out of the office. She did not look at me; she simply kept her head down and walked away. She was dressed in bra and panties, but they were sparse enough that I could see the tip of the spade tattoo peaking out from just above the tiny thong. One of Urban's girls, although I could not see what number she was. It must have been a high one as she was not very old. I wondered if she was on loan from Urban or was Mr. Toronto starting to collect the strays left behind after the bust? I was about to find out.

"Lu," Toronto said. "I've been in touch with your Master, and you and the fine young lady who just left will be taking a trip. Mr. Mann needs you now, and I have promised him I'd get you to him. Is there a problem with that?"

"No, Mr. Toronto. My Master's wish is my only desire. I would love to..."

"It's not about you, little slave girl. Remember that always, and you will serve your Master well."

"Yes, sir. I live to serve."

"That's just what I want to hear. Before you go, there is an old friend of yours who would like to get reacquainted with you."

And in walked Tony Blue. Big Tony Blue. I especially remember the 'big' part. 'Shit!'

"Hello, Lu," Big Tony said. "I've been looking forward to seeing you since our last little meeting. It was short, but it was sweet. You ready for more, Lu?"

"Always ready for you, Big Tony." I said, lying through my teeth.

"Then come with me, girl. Do you mind, Mr. Toronto?"

"Oh, I don't mind. I'm plenty tuned up for now. But Urban is gonna be pissed when he goes to stick that thing of his into the gaping hole you're gonna leave for him. Have fun, kids."

As I went to leave the office, Big Tony wrapped me up, kissed me and stuck his tongue down my throat by way of a greeting. Abe Toronto got a good laugh over that, and Tony dragged me up to what must be his room at this opulent abode.

"Relieve me of my clothing, Lu. Then do a nice slow striptease for me to get the python warmed up."

Python? That fucker is a boa constrictor. Big enough to break any pussy. And it hasn't shrunk any since last I confronted it.

I slowly undressed him, folding his clothes neatly and placing them on the chair in the corner. Then I went into my act, and starting with my blouse, started to strip. I did it as slowly and sexily as I could. I could tell he was impressed as the gargantuan ophidian creature started to come to life. Thank goodness it doesn't bite. But I knew it's still gonna stretch the snatch. I felt like a temple virgin getting ready to jump into a volcano to save the village. I knew deep down this would be worse than losing my virginity. It would be more like giving birth. Over and over again.

He bade me approach him once my bra was off, and he grabbed my little thong and just ripped it right off me. Thank God I had no pubic hair or he could have ripped that out as well.

He lay back on the pillows and commanded me to get his dick hard and mount him, cowgirl style. I asked if he had any lube, and he said to check the en suite, where I found a nice water-based lube and lubed myself up and attached myself, orally, to that big thing of his.

There would be no deep throat. Not with this bad boy. So, I licked and sucked as best I could and got a couple of inches beyond the head into my mouth. I also paid particular attention to his balls which were easier to maneuver. After about five minutes of an oral workout, I was ready; as ready as I would ever be, to mount him.

I straddled Tony's waist and manually prepared my little snatch for that monster cock of his. Thank goodness I was on top and in control. Had he just plunged it into me without some warm up I might be permanently broken down there. As it was, it took me a good five minutes to get seated on him, and, although not fully impaled, I had enough of me in him to start the motion required to stimulate this, his most valued body part.

With my hands firmly planted on his chest, I did my squats, trying to capture as much of that big thing as I could without breaking my core. Up and down I went as he squeezed my little tits and played with my nipple rings. His hands overwhelmed my breasts, but I must say it helped me to maintain my lubrication and allowed me to almost enjoy myself. But then came the brutal test of both my character and my poor vagina.

He whipped us around, and in a hot minute he was on top and I was looking up at the cannon that was aiming at the cat; ready to blow it away. I screamed out when he plunged that thing into me, and I grasped the sheets and held on as he plunged his gigantic black cock into me over and over again. For a solid fifteen minutes he plowed my poor pussy, hitting bottom more than once.

Then he dragged my soaking wet body to the edge of the bed and as he stood there holding my legs up and away from my body, he continued to pummel my poor little kitty until I was forced to squirt, which created a nice sized puddle on the bed.

He kept going like that for another five minutes and then bellowed out, "I'm commmmming."

And he did. Big cock, big balls, big come. After which, he fell to my side on the bed, wet with sweat himself. I was soaked. Everywhere. And my pussy was sore. Really sore. From just one fuck. So unlike me. But this was a big dick. A very big one. Biggest I'd ever had.