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Prison Break! (Mr. M and Nurse K)

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They passed some patrol cars screaming back the way they had come, lights and sirens blazing. It was not yet midnight, there were still people out and about, but T-Bone got to the interstate without incident. And also without conversation.

As they got up to highway speeds, heading northward, T-Bone finally relaxed. Then he cursed. "Goddamnit, Levins. If you're gonna try to get yourself killed, at least do the job right."

Levins just muttered something indistinct and stared out the window into the night.

T-Bone grunted. "Well, we got out of there before they could find Tiny's room key and track us down at the motel. But we have to lay low. We've still got a couple hundred dollars, and... I spent a summer working in this tiny little town once, up north from here. Lots of vacation homes, cabins and the like. Empty most of the year, with a security system or something; a domestic home system should be a cake-walk, even with rusty skills. We can find a place and lay low. And it'll have more room than a motel, so it won't feel as claustrophobic."

He didn't ask if the plan was all right, he just said it as if it was decreed. Which, given her position and Levins recent judgment, was appropriate.
 
The fact that T-Bone was an escaped convict had sort of wandered from her mind. Once she knew what his crime was, his being a con wasn't as important to her anymore. But as they sped away on the highway and he spoke about breaking into a summer home and the security system being a cake walk, she remembered very clearly. Some of her adoration for him faded. She still loved him, sure, but he wasn't as perfect as she'd been telling herself he was. He was a convict, albeit nonviolent, a convict nonetheless.

She laid down on the bags in the back and closed her eyes. She was drained and now that she was fully clothed, she felt a lot more comfortable. She wondered if they were going to make her be naked again at this new place, and she really hoped not. She hoped that because she'd shown submission and ease with it, that they would let her be clothed, at least partially. She fell asleep pretty quickly, the whirr of the engine beneath her soothing her into slumber.
 
When Elsa awoke, they were two states away and somewhere in the woods. They were driving past woodland houses trying to see what activity they could detect, if any. Finally, they had to park the car and get out to prowl around in the bushes and trees of the forest.

After investigating some few houses, Elsa was getting better at keeping low and under cover, with the two men nearby. They hid in the bushes not far from the cabin, watching a family load up their expensive and huge gas-wasting SUV. A trendy little Jack Russell terrier scampered off to the backyard, ignoring the three hidden lurkers. The mother called to the little boy: "Go get Armordale! If we leave him here, we're not coming back until August!"

"Perfect," hissed T-Bone. "They're clearly rich, so the house will be well-stocked, they're going to want to keep the power and such on for the security system and probably temperature and such, if they have art -- and the rich always have art -- and they won't be back for months! All we have to do is wait for them to leave."
 
It was one thing to stay in an abandoned shack or trailer. It was one thing to stay in a motel. But now they were going to stay in some rich family's house and steal their stuff and use their power. That made her feel bad. Sure, they were rich and probably wouldn't suffer from whatever they took, but still. She wasn't sure that she really wanted to be a part of this. She was still their hostage and she didn't have a choice, but she knew this was wrong. This was a crime more than the other places had been a crime.

But she stayed silent, no complaints. Complaining would just get her beaten or her clothes ripped off of her or something. She decided that she would do the absolute minimum that she possibly could to their cottage house. She would use the least food, water, heat, everything. Just enough to keep the men from being suspicious that she felt bad.
 
They waited for about half an hour after the family left before approaching. T-Bone crept up to the back of the cabin (it was a full-on house, but since it was an isolated, rural vacation place, they called it a cabin) and did something complicated with one of the wiring boxes there, while Levins and Elsa waited in the woods. Finally, he gave them an all-clear.

The cabin was better-appointed than many homes Elsa had been in. It was basically a full 3-bedroom house; there was nothing primitive about it. There was a full kitchen, stocked with everything but perishables, a refrigerator, a dishwasher, and laundry facilities. There were even multiple TVs and cable. "How wealthy do you have to be to maintain full cable at a house you only visit a couple of months out of the year?" T-Bone wondered as they looked around.

They worked out a plan; Levins went for the car while T-Bone made sure the alarm system was out and made an evaluation of the rest of the house. They unloaded the few bags of things they'd brought with them, and then Levins loaded one of the recreational bikes they'd found, something not ludicrously small for him, into the back seat and drove off to ditch the car a reasonable distance away. It would be several hours before he returned. T-Bone looked at Elsa, in the house they had for themselves, and sensed she was out of sorts, somehow. "Is there something wrong?" he asked softly.
 
Elsa had walked into the house with them and sat down at the kitchen table. Neither of them had told her to do anything, so she took it as the perfect opportunity to do just that -- nothing. She figured they couldn't bitch at her about it. They wanted her to act like a total slave all the time, so there she was sitting and waiting for some kind of order. At the moment, though, she wasn't feeling very good about being their sex slave. She wasn't feeling very good about being there at all. In fact...she saw the phone sitting in it's charger on the counter and realized that she could call the police.

But would she do that? She sighed and rested her head in her hands. What would end up happening if she did that? Levins wasn't here anymore, he'd gone to ditch the car. So he wouldn't get caught. Only T-Bone would be caught...and did she want that? She didn't know. She was feeling pretty mixed up at the moment, actually. When T-Bone approached her she jumped a little and looked up at him quickly.

She shrugged, "I'm not a criminal. I feel bad stealing from these people."
 
He sat down next to her. "I... actually know what you mean. When I did my stealing, it was from insured banks. Institutions, not individuals. Personal theft... it's part moral dilemma, part sense of style. It's just kind of declasse, if you know what I mean." He tried to smile, to lighten the mood, but then he got serious again.

"The thing I'm worried about right now is getting caught. Statistically, if we can avoid capture for one month, the active resources for pursuit and apprehension will be reallocated by that point, and we will be able to move much more freely as long as we avoid legal entanglements. So that's what I'm looking at as far as what we have to do. The plan was, once the month is done, everybody splits up and goes about their business."

"Now, I'm going to trust you with two pieces of information, Elsa. This is information that Levins doesn't know, and that I don't want Levins to know, but I feel... I feel it's important you're aware of."

"First, the Feds only ever located about 30% of my assets. Between Swiss accounts and other stashed assets, I still have 70% of the money I made. I just need to be able to move freely so I can actually get to it. And that won't be possible for another month."

"Second," and here he rattled off 3 addresses. He looked her in the eye. "Those are the places we've broken into: the house near the prison, the hunting shack, and this place. Like Jean Valjean, I'm forced to steal this bread, here and now, but once I am able, I intend to make restitution. I know Levins doesn't care, but if I'm able to access my money, I can more than compensate those we have wronged." He paused. "The individuals, anyway. Corporations, I care nothing about."

He looked over at the phone on its charger, just as she had done. "Clearly, you're going to have opportunity to escape, to call for help. I can't blame you if you tried. I'd even still protect you from Levins, if I was able. But... I'd be disappointed. I thought..." and here he trailed off and looked away.
 
The longer she listened to T-Bone talk the more depressed she began to feel. He thought he was like Jean Valjean? Jean Valjean was a character in a story. Like a super Robin Hood.T-Bone wasn't like that, at least Elsa didn't see him that way. She heaved another huge sigh and completely covered her face with her hands as she tried to think.

So now he was upset too. He thought that she was in love with him, that she would stay by his side forever. She had though that too...until they came here. "T-Bone, I don't know what you expect from me. I'm a hostage. You stole me and dragged me away. I...I've grown close to you. Very close. But that doesn't mean I don't still have a conscience. Before this, I never even got lunch detention back in high school, or a parking ticket. I've been squeaky clean my whole life."
 
He sighed heavily. "You... are right. You came with us as a hostage, and that was fine if we'd managed to keep things professional but now... now it matters to me."

"I have to do this to get clear, to get free and live, and not bother anyone again. I can retire, if I get free, and in fact, I have to, because nobody would hire me again. So anyway, I have to do this. But you... you've served your time as a hostage. You've gotten us away. If you really can't take this... we can let you go. We rest here tonight in comfort, and then Levins and I can leave tomorrow and leave you behind. You'll never have to see me again."
 
Her eyes widened as he detailed the scenario of what would happen if she decided to leave them. She wouldn't really be the one leaving. They would be leaving her. She'd be alone, abandoned. A lump caught in her throat and she was forced to look away from him lest she begin to cry. Alone. She didn't want to be alone. That was the absolute last thing she wanted. To be away from T-Bone would be like a fish out of water. She...she needed him, Elsa realized. She needed him.

She shook her head and looked up at him again, tears welling up in her eyes. "No, no. Please...please don't do that." she reached her hand out to him and grabbed his, squeezing it tightly, almost desperately. "Don't leave me,"
 
He squeezed her hand back, looking at her with soulful eyes. "I don't want to leave you behind, either. But if you can't take this, take this temporary hardship, this moral gray area... maybe you're not right to stay with us. And I'd rather leave you to be free than torment you with this."

He did mean it. If she couldn't take this, if she couldn't cope, then he would let her be. She'd earned the right to be free at the end of this whole thing, and if she was that conflicted, she'd be a danger to them, always tempted to turn them in. In an unsecure environment like this, that couldn't be managed well.

He had to leave it up to her, though. If he enforced a decision, it would mean nothing. "I need to know if I can trust you, or if you need to be set free. It has to be your decision."
 
She felt her heart begin to race when he laid out more options of her not being with them anymore. That she wasn't right for him. Of course she was right for him, she needed him. She got up from her chair and went over to him, quickly straddling his lap and taking her hand out of his only to wrap it around his neck with her other one. She pressed her forehead against his and smelled in his strong, wonderful scent.

"You can trust me, T-Bone." she breathed, her heart still racing. "I...I love you," she admitted to him, for the first time in real words though she'd said it so many times by action. "I need you. I can't live without you," she was being completely raw and honest with him, and it made her feel good. She pulled her forehead away from his and looked into his eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry I doubted you. I was wrong."
 
He looked up at her and shook his head. "No, no, it's not that. You weren't wrong. You have valid concerns, concerns I share. It's just you needed to see the necessity. And please, don't worry; I'm going to pay everyone back. It's a pragmatic necessity, but it will be corrected."

He held her tight, kissing her deeply, that electric thrill charging them both. He broke the kiss to look deeply into her eyes. "I love you too, Elsa. I love you, my gorgeous little fucker."
 
She kissed him back, letting her eyes close and her body melt even more into his. When he kissed her she felt perfect. She felt as if nothing could ever go wrong in her life again. They were made for eachother, she was absolutely sure. No one in the world had ever made her feel like this before. She grinned and giggled when he called her his gorgeous little fucker.

"I love it when you call me that," she cooed, stroking the back of his neck and up into his hair gently.
 
He chuckled, nuzzling against her arms and circling his own around behind her. "Well, it's true, every word of it. My." and he kissed her. "Gorgeous." Another kiss, this one tickling with his tongue. "Little." He turned his head and kissed her deeper, drawing her against him with his arms, palms sliding down her back. "Fucker." he growled playfully, squeezing the cheeks of her ass possessively. He ground up against her as they kissed, and he felt connected to her both physically and emotionally.

Was he in love? In all honesty, it was beginning to feel like it. He'd started off being nice to her as a way to keep control of the situation, and then it became something sympathetic, him feeling a little sorry and guilty for her position. Then she started reacting so well to his instructions, tapping her submissive side, and that thrilled and amazed him, as did her strength and perseverance in the face of... well, Levins. And now he was forced to realize that yes, he did love her. He didn't know to what extent, and he didn't know what it meant, ultimately, but he knew it was present.
 
His series of increasingly passionate kisses as he said his nickname for her drove her absolutely wild. Five minutes ago Elsa had been contemplating calling the police and running away from T-Bone. Now she realized how horribly stupid that was and she was pressed up against him and quickly becoming very aroused. When he growled at her and squeezed her butt she knew it was all over for her. She really could not live without this man. Levins? Hell, if she never saw Levins again she didn't think she'd be the worse for it. But T-Bone...he was like the air she breathed.

She pulled away from his kiss reluctantly and ran her hands down his chest, unfortunately covered by a shirt. "Are you hungry?" she murmured, a silly domestic question, "I could make you lunch..." she brought her hands back up and stroked his cheek, "Or do you just want to play?" then she giggled and pecked his lips again.
 
"Tell you what," he said, grinning as he drew her close and nuzzled into her cleavage, "why don't we just work up a little appetite, hm?" He gripped her crop-top t-shirt at the back and lifted, his arms, drawing it up; she had but to lift her arms and he would draw it over her head.

Almost as soon as her collarbone and throat were exposed by the rising shirt, he leaned in and attacked them with his strong yet dexterous lips, sucking and kissing at her tender flesh as his arms lifted the shirt over her head. He loved the taste of her, the flavor of her skin against his tongue and he wanted to taste her again and again. And in more places than just this, as well... but that could wait for later...
 
She giggled in excitement when he lifted up her crop top shirt (that barely covered anything of her anyway). She lifted up her arms so that he could get it off of her and toss it to the side. Once her shirt was off she reached around to her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall forward between them. She flung that to the side as well, just in time for his lips to attack her collarbone and throat. She murred when he did so, immediately wrapping her arms back around his neck to bring him closer to her.

She ran her hands up into the hair on the back of his head, stroking and pulling gently to encourage him. Before she was with T-Bone she never had any kind of sexual play like this. It was always sex, then done. Or baby would you please give me a blowjob please. T-Bone was so different, so confident. If he wanted something he told her and she was always willing to please him.
 
He buried his face in her breasts, just enjoying the wonderful soft flesh of her against his face. His hands slid along her spine, sliding under her thong and inside her pants, groping her while she was still clothed. He loved her straddling him, and when she clutched his head to herself, he growled playfully, nuzzling against her. She always seemed to show so much energy, it was amazing and arousing.

In fact, it was arousing enough that he felt a sudden uncomfortableness in his pants. He was lavishing attention on her breasts, but he paused long enough to ask, "Elsa, my sweet, would you please reach down and loosen up my jeans, there? I've got a... ahah... sudden cramp." He grinned, then buried his face again. Having her undress him was so sexy, and gave him such a feeling of power! It was a small thing, but effective.
 
She giggled at him when he asked her to loosen up his jeans. She immediately dove her hands down in between them and worked at the button. It took her a moment but she finally got it free and then unzipped it too. She slid her hands into his boxers and pulled his manhood out, stroking and caressing gently, lovingly.

She smiled to herself and leaned down to his ear and whispered, "Is it okay if I play with my little big master?" she giggled again, especially pleased with her play on words. In comparison to T-Bone himself, his cock was little. But as a cock, it was big. So he was little big, and quite obviously another one of her masters. She was slave to T-Bone's cock almost as much as she was slave to him!
 
At the sound of that nickname, T-Bone's member stiffened even more. He grinned as he looked up at her. "Oh, I think that's a fine idea. Let's unlimber him even more so you can give him the respect he deserves," he drawled, unknowingly using the same language Levins had used the previous afternoon.

All the same, he sat back and began unbuttoning his shirt, assisting Elsa with anything she needed him to do to get his pants off. He enjoyed when she would take the initiative, because even though she seemed to be acting on her own, she was still so careful to watch for his needs. Which, he supposed, was just her embracing her submissive side. And he tried to reward that impulse, tried to give her what pleasure he could so she'd keep being such a fantastic lover and obedient servant. Which he also found intensely hot.
 
She noticed that T-Bone used the same language that Levins had used the day before. She wondered briefly if T-Bone shared the same doctrine that Levins did, that women envied men because they could have cocks and that was the main reason why women were supposed to serve men. To serve the cock. It didn't really matter if he did or not, Elsa would serve T-Bone's cock gladly no matter what he said about it. Once his pants were off completely she really went to work on him, stroking and massaging him almost expertly.

A large part of her wanted to get down onto the ground and suck him off, but she wasn't sure if that was what he wanted. He seemed to be responding extraordinarily well to the handjob she was giving him (the first one, actually), and she didn't want to ruin the flow by having to stop touching him for a few moments. When his shirt was unbuttoned she leaned forward and began to kiss his collarbone and upper chest affectionately, still working him.
 
T-Bone had no idea of Levins' theory on the place of women and their relation to cocks, but he was really enjoying how Elsa handled him. Moaning as she bent her head to his chest, he was careful not to jostle her as he shrugged out of his shirt. Her lips were so warm, and her hands were so skillful; he knew she didn't have outright experience, so she must be tapping into her enthusiasm to stroke and grip and manipulate him so well. Whatever she was doing, it was working well.

His hands came up to stroke her head as she kissed at his chest, and he bent his head to kiss the top of hers. "Oh, you're turning me on so much," he moaned, his hands stroking her skin and gently encouraging her kisses to travel lower. He was naked on the couch, she was still in her jeans and thong, straddling him; it was a hot scene for him, and he loved her lips against him, and hoped to soon feel more...
 
She took his gently pushing her downwards as a hint that he did want her to suck him off. That thrilled her. Giving head had never thrilled her before (in fact, she'd sort of detested the act), but now she adored it. She had someone that she wanted to please very much, and head was all about pleasing your partner. She maneuvered herself off of his lap, her legs hitting the floor. She kissed her way down his chest and then his stomach as she got into her kneeling position. Once she got to his cock she looked at it and smiled, her hands still curled around it.

"Oh, hi there." she cooed to it, giving it a little kiss on the head. She glanced up at T-Bone once, a little glint in her eyes. Then she looked back down at his cock, what she was going to focus on, and licked up and down it slowly. Once it was sufficiently slick she slid her lips over it and began to suck.
 
He grinned widely, and was tempted to try a ventriloquism act, but probably the last thing they needed to build the sexyness level was a talking penis.

His head rolled back when she started licking at his shaft, moving slowly like he was a large, seductive lollypop. The feel of her warm, wet tongue sliding over his most sensitive skin made him tremble. He didn't do anything at the moment, he just let her do her work, whatever she wanted to do, and he relaxed and merely enjoyed it.

When she finally engulfed him with her mouth, finally took him inside and applied the delicate, almost expert suction on him, he moaned out loud, a deep chest moan, signifying his total enjoyment of everything. His hands twitched at his sides, wanting to touch her, guide her, but he restrained himself; plenty of time for that, right now he just wanted to enjoy what she was offering, wanted to accept her very kind attentions in the joyful spirit in which they were given.
 
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