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 fourth chapter of the sequel to my story entitled Life Interrupted. I hope you enjoy.

Life in Peril Pt. IV

Master is Back

This time, both Angela and I were zip-tied, hooded and thrown into the back of a big SUV and covered with a large blanket. We must have driven for an hour before the vehicle stopped and we were let out and led up a set of stairs and into a house. We were left there standing, still hooded and zip-tied, and just waited. It must have been fifteen minutes or more before someone came into the room. I could hear the 'squish' as someone sat down on a chair in the room. Then, our hoods were removed.

We were in an office, and there was Urban, sitting at the desk with a big smile on his face. I immediately dropped to my knees, zip ties and all. Angela followed me down. One of the large men who was standing at the door to the office took out a switchblade and cut the zip ties so we were free. Relatively speaking.

I knew better than to open my mouth without being spoken to first, so I waited for my Master's voice to direct me.

"Ladies," he said. "It's been a while, and your Master needs your assistance. I've missed you both and would like to make it up to you."

"Yes, Master." We said in unison.

"Gentlemen," he said to the two large men standing by the office door. "Please escort the ladies to the master bedroom for me, and I will be up momentarily."

We got up off our knees and, with the two large men on either side of us, we were led upstairs to an opulent room with a gigantic bed and an en suite bathroom which was a suite in itself.

Urban followed, and the two men left the three of us to our business.

"Ladies, please undress me and then undress yourselves." She went low, and I went high.

As Angela unbuttoned and unzipped him, I grabbed a few kisses while I unbuttoned his shirt. He obligingly kissed me back in the most intimate of ways. Lots of those big lips and lots of that long tongue. What he lacked in morality he made up for in sexuality. He was bad, but he was hot. Even though my pussy was still sore from the workout with Big Tony, it still got wet when Urban put his lips to mine. Angela had no such encumbrances and went straight for the cock.

When we broke our kiss, we both looked down and there was Angela, hanging on that big dick of his. She ran her tongue up the underside and along the sides. She completely swallowed all he had to offer, and did it with a gleam in her eye.

Urban's big hands were all over my little titties, which were still sore from the mauling they had received at the hands of Big Tony. My little rings sat warm on my breasts, within the confines of their areolae.

Things were different with Urban. No matter the roughness of his hands, nor the sharpness of his bite, it was different with him. Even rougher sex was kind of gentle with Urban. He just had the touch. And when I went and kissed his neck, he smelled so good. Thoughts of my poor Charlie seem to fade away when I am under the spell of Urban Mann.

He stood there in the middle of the bedroom, and we attacked him front and back. I relieved my new friend and took him by that big black cock and sucked and licked and did the things he'd taught me that made him smile. I put my tongue stud to good use. Girlfriend took the back end and licked and stuck that tongue of hers up his asshole as best she could. He managed to retain this position without falling over, with his hands on his hips and a big snarky grin on his face. As I administered to him orally, I looked up into those big brown eyes of his the entire time. And he looked back.

"Alright, girls, time for action. Angela... on the bed... face me."

In a shot, she was down and her legs were spread wide, expecting a penile injection. Lucky girl got more than that. I expect Urban fucked a lad or two while he was in the jailhouse, just to stay tuned up. But his true passion was for pussy. And nobody loved to eat pussy more than Urban Mann.

So, he held those thighs and went at it like he was nibbling on a turkey leg. And Angela danced. Lying there, she did that horizontal dance that lovers do in the throes of passion. At this juncture, I'm fingering myself. That warm, wet place that I have forgotten is so sore. As I watch him flick her clitoris with that magic tongue of his, my only wish is for him to kiss mine and make it all better. As always, he never disappoints, and he changed positions with Angela.

"Mount me, number seventy-three. And come, Lu, come sit on my face."

"Yes, sir!"

Angela mounted Urban and was doing a serviceable job of moving up and down that big rod of his. I mounted his face, and with his nose in my cooch and his tongue searching for my G-spot, I found myself going to a place far, far away from here. Far from the life-threatening crisis I find myself in the midst of.

"Switch," Urban called out after about ten minutes of this action and an unreal orgasm for Angela. My now-tenderized pussy would get another workout today. This one, undoubtedly more tender than the last. And it was.

We only held that double-cowgirl position for less than five minutes when he bellowed out, "I'm gettin' close to my nut. Move out the way, seventy-three." And Angela moved away, and he whipped me around, and he was on top and just pounding me into the bed.

"Oh my God, oh my fuckin' God. I'm - I'm - I'm commmmmming!!!!"

Right then, as he came, I did something I'd never had to do with Urban. I faked an orgasm. I just faked it. "Aaaaaaahhhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck." I cried out. I was wet enough, and I was loose enough, but I wasn't climaxing. Not yet. Maybe I was too wet and too loose. But I was hopeful.

"Clean her up, number seventy-three, then let's run a tub."

Once I was cleaned up, she and I practically tripped over each other running to the tub. Urban likes bubbles, so I added some bubble bath to the running water and soon a mountain of bubbles appeared at the side of the tub where the faucet was. We took him by the hands and guided him into the tub and followed forthwith. The water was so warm, and the jets so soothing. Then there's Urban's hot hands. Hot, because no matter where they touched me, I just burned up. Angela appeared to have ensconced herself in this position as well.

He told us to go down the hall into the second room on the left, where we would find proper wardrobe in a room with its own en suite and just the right furnishings for a woman, or women, to prepare for the rest of the night. Starting with dinner, for which we showered, shaved, made ourselves up and dressed.

As we sat there at the vanity, we didn't talk much, as was our mandate, but we did check each other out. Like me, she had that spade tattoo with a number above her pudendum. But she was also pierced down there. I couldn't imagine what it must feel like to have your clitoral hood pierced. Ouch! Nor could I imagine what it must feel like rubbing up against her clit all day, every day. As prevalent as the spade tattoo is on all of Urban's girls, the pierced nipples are just as prominent, and she had little rose gold barbells fronting her C plus's. Certainly, far larger than mine. Her tramp stamp was the same as mine. Like me, she was forever branded with his name.

As I worked on my makeup, it occurred to me that the cavalry had not come. What could be taking them? If I'm chipped, as they say, they should have a bead on me and be raiding this place forthwith. But no. Here I am, getting fucked, and wondering when the fuck the other shoe is gonna drop.

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Walking around in a place like this, one could get lost. I stuck close to this 'girl's room' until dinnertime. Angela and I were looking out over the countryside. It appeared to be acres and acres away from any neighbors. At least from the side we could see from our room.

When dinnertime arrived, we were decked out like we were going to hit the Vegas Strip. Short, tight and revealing is the name of the game with this wardrobe. And I'd say we wore it well.

Down the circular staircase we came: click-clack, click-clack. Looking oh so fine. All to the great big grin of one Urban Mann, who was with a man I expected to be our host. But I was wrong. He had just come in off the road and was here to see Urban. It was Abe Toronto.

Knowing Toronto had a bad reputation, and not knowing what for, I steered clear of him. Also, they wouldn't want a nosy-body hanging around. That wouldn't be good for anyone. So, I just moseyed over to the dinner table and took a seat next to the head of the table. I felt he'd want me close. I was wrong. Angela never sat, preferring to wait to be seated by Urban. My mistake, her gain.

Two other gentlemen, black men, big black men, joined us at the table, filling out the table for six. Urban gave Toronto the courtesy of sitting at the head of the table, where I was perched. And Urban took the other end with Angela by his side. The other two men just randomly took the places closest to where they stood. So, is tonight the night I'm sacrificed on the altar of Abe Toronto? And what does that even mean?

It looked like I was gonna find out. Abe was flirting, and he was flirting hard. It's not that he was unattractive, but he has a very strong personality and is a bit overwhelming when he wants to be.

I knew I was on the hook the minute Toronto looked over at Urban and Urban nodded to him. When he looked at me, I knew I was toast, so I made the first move. I grabbed him by the face and looked him straight in the eyes and said, "How do you like your dessert, Mr. Toronto, shaved?"

"That is my preference, young lady. Shall we?"

And we did, at least that was where we were heading when one of Urban's henchmen crashed the party, saying that they must leave immediately. There is a helicopter getting ready to land to get them to safety.

"Girls, go upstairs. Wait there." Urban commanded. And we ran upstairs as the men all ran out the front door to the large lawn where a good-sized helicopter was landing.

"Go, go, go, go, go, go!" said Toronto as everyone took their places on the chopper. And off they went, and minutes later in came the cops. Or should I say, the Marshalls and the FBI and the State Troopers, and of course, all led by a SWAT team.

And there we were, looking all ready to seduce someone. Us two, plus the cook, a server, and the housekeeper. Not a bodyguard in the place, not a man to be found.

Was I scared when they came crashing in. I'd never been less scared in my life. In fact, I had prepared myself a drink and, as the large men in military fatigues approached, I offered them each a drink of their choice. They didn't get the humor, and I was cuffed in minutes. So were the rest of us. Been there, done that.

"Why am I under arrest, officers?" I asked, as is my right. "I haven't done anything wrong."

"Harboring a fugitive, obstruction and conspiracy, ma'am."

"Conspiracy to what? Serve a drink to an officer of the law? You can arrest ninety percent of the bartenders in this town for that. And who is harboring whom? I don't even know where I am, let alone own this palace."

"Sorry, lady. I've got orders. You are coming with me and your little friends are each gonna have a partner until we figure this all out."

I was tossed into the back of a police cruiser and driven to a small, local police station, where they would use their interrogation room to beat my brains in about what I was doing and where I was doing it. The guy in charge of extracting information from me was a total FBI agent. Stiff, but amiable but with a very stern manner.

"Mrs. Allyard, my name is Joe Peters and I'm a special agent with the FBI. Do you know why you are here right now?"

"No, I don't. I have a lawyer. Should I be contacting him? I don't feel like I should be talking to you due to the incriminating way in which I have been captured. I was taken by these people and am not here of my own volition."

"We are aware of this, firecracker."

"Firecracker? Where did you get that? Who are you? I'd like to speak with the City Police. Boy, did you boys fuck up. You swept in rightafterthe nick of time. You have caught nobody on your list except us, the most innocent. I'd like to know who is in charge here. Whose fuckup is this whole thing? Most of all, I'd like to know if I've been compromised. If so, you had better go and get my husband and get him he hell out of harm's way."

"Your husband is being watched closely, Mrs. Allyard. City Police and the Marshall's service have a bead on him, and nobody will bring harm to him. He..."

"Call acting Sergeant Espada of the City Police. Please. She knows what's going on and what it means to be firecracker. Call her right now. I don't want to go back to jail. Do it, or let me contact my attorney, Mr. Arbiter. Otherwise, I'm not talkin' and you'll get nothing from me."

Special Agent Peters got on his cell phone and put it on speakerphone.

"May I speak to Sergeant Espada, please? This is Special Agent Joe Peters of the FBI."

After a couple of minutes waiting for connections to be made, the husky voice came on the phone.

"This is Manny Espada. Who am I speaking with?"

"Sergeant Espada, this is Joe Peters with the FBI. We have your firecracker here, and she's asking for you."

"Yeah, well, where the fuck is Urban Mann? Where the fuck is Abe Toronto? What did you people do to fuck up a perfectly good operation? Do you know what it took to..."

"I know very well what it took. We went in there with thirty of our best people, FBI and Marshalls, as well as some of the local talent. These guys knew we were coming. They were gone minutes before we arrived on the scene. There's a leak somewhere, and it's not with us. We are airtight at the federal level.

"Well, my crew is as solid as they come. No leaks came from us. Do you trust the locals? Knowing Toronto, he's got someone in law enforcement on his payroll. If my asset is compromised, someone's head is going to roll."

Hey. They're talking about me.

"Listen, sergeant, we're supposed to be in this together. How can I..."

"Bring me both girls. Lucille and Angela, both. Let me determine their disposition. How quickly can you get them to me? And allow Ms. Allyard to contact her attorney. They are usually a pain in the ass, but I know this guy, Arbiter, and he may just be helpful. Tell me, Peters, how quickly can you get her down to the city? And the other one too."

"We've got them here in the same jail, but in separate rooms so they don't try to collaborate. The other girl knows nothing of our work with firecracker."

"Let Lucille contact her attorney and have him meet her here at the precinct. I'll be here. I'm not going anywhere until her dilemma is resolved. And I'll see you too, special agent."

"We should see you within the hour, sergeant."

Angela and I were reunited, and we hugged it out when they brought us together. She was clueless as to what had just transpired, as she was not involved in the original bust of Urban and his people downtown. All she knew was that she was in trouble.

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The ride downtown was a bit scary, but uneventful. Four of us in the U.S. Marshalls' police cruiser followed by a car full of FBI agents. I think I felt safer when they busted the house, and more vulnerable being out on the road where anything could happen.

When we arrived at the City Police precinct, we again were taken to separate interrogation rooms. Sergeant Espada was the first to come in and greet me. She was an attractive brunette in her thirties, and she was all business.

"Lucille, first things first..."

"Yeah. How's Mort? Talk to me about Sergeant Humphrey. That's what's first."

"The sergeant is doing much better. Still not out of the woods, but they are talking about releasing him from the critical care unit. I visited him yesterday, and he's talking. He even asked about you."

"He's a good man, and I feel a lot less secure with him out of the picture. No offense to you, Sergeant, but I believe this latest fuckup wouldn't have happened had he been riding the lead. Does he even know about this latest attempt to capture Urban Mann?"

"We don't want to upset him right now, so we are keeping him out of the loop. You..."

"WHAT? The one guy who knows what the hell is going on and he's out of the loop? How about me? My ass is up for grabs, and the baddest guys in town will want me dead if and when they find out about my part in it. If they haven't already."

"My gut tells me to cut you loose when your counsel gets here. The other girl too, if you can convince him to take up her cause as well. You'll be safer if you continue to play your role. After what just happened, I believe they will leave you alone, especially if they think you are compromised."

"Yeah, right? Now I don't even have my cell phone. How the fuck..."

"We'll have a new one for you by tomorrow. Until then, you're gonna spend the night in a cell with your girlfriend. I expect your counsel will be here first thing in the morning. Do you remember how to contact anyone from Mann's operation? Do you know any numbers?"

"I do. I have three different numbers drilled into my brain, in case I am in need of contacting Urban or his people. But I need to contact Charlie first. He'll know the attorney's number and will contact him for me."

"Good. Call Charlie now and get him right on it. In the meantime, we're gonna lock you up with your girlfriend, so you should see what you can get out of her while you are together."

"Oh, no. She's gonna turn out to be a loose end you people obviously have no idea how to cover. The last thing I need is for Angela to go tell Urban's people that I've been asking questions. No thank you. If you want information from her, you pump her. I want to call Charlienow."

Sergeant Espada allowed me to use her cell phone to call my husband.

"Charlie, I'm in jail again. They tried to bust Urban and failed miserably. Call Mr. Arbiter and get him down here to the precinct in the morning, if he can come."

"Are you okay, Lu? Do you want me to come now to bail you out?"

"No, my love. I can handle another night in jail. Especially 'cause I know my cellmate and it will be better for both of us if we sister slaves sit this one out together. Just call the lawyer now on his private line, so I can get out of here in the morning."

"I love you, Lu. Please come right home to me. In fact, if the lawyer can't give you a lift home, I'll take the day off and pick you up myself."

"Let's play it out, and see what tomorrow brings."

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After a while, I was put into a holding cell with Angela, and we embraced and held onto each other until we fell asleep. Sitting up and with her head on my shoulder, we just crashed until the sun came up and through the one window looking out from the Special Investigations Unit. We awoke together and begged for bathroom privileges which we were granted. They offered me breakfast, which I refused, expecting to be let out when my attorney arrived.

After waiting what seemed like an eternity, but it was really a little past nine, Mark Arbiter arrived to plead my case with the cops. It didn't take much effort, and he got me released on my own recognizance. No bail was set for Angela either, when Mr. Arbiter stepped in for her at my urging.

Life in Peril Pt - 04

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