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This story takes place chronologically
immediately after Chapter 1 of
The Dark Star - Descent Pt. 08.
It can though be read in isolation.
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I watch Steve with a grin.
He's animated excitedly chatting away to the Asian taxi driver. A conversation that had started off on referred local Take Away restaurants and has somehow veered from subject to subject including Reality TV Singing Contests to Premier League football. It's not too far removed from how I remember him at times like Christmas, back when we were young. Young but still not innocent to the world.
I know why he's excitable, I know what he's expecting from the remainder of the night, come early hours of the morning, she sits to my right hand side in the back of the Cab, behind the drivers seat.
She seems distant, as if her mind is on something else. Leant there her head rested against the window in the back of the taxi she watches as the City lights begin to fade as we head through streets now lined with terraced houses. I cast my eye along her left thigh, black leather boots clad her legs to mid thigh there's an inch or two of bare toned flesh between the top of her boots and the hem of a sliver sequinned dress. A short fitted denim jacket worn over her upper body, while her pale blonde hair frames her near perfect features. In her hand she clutches a black clutch bag, I believe she'd been part of a wider bigger party who'd been drinking in O'Learys. Part of an one of the most insipid little Hen Nights I think I'd ever come across.
The blonde and her Asian friend were certainly the highlight of the gaggle of women, although there had been a dark haired women in her early thirties who I'd been disappointed to observe garner the attention of a well turned out male who'd placed a credit card behind the bar to fund their evening, watching them kiss I could only assume her to be off limits, not that I had strong morals about such triviality's. Steve had been plying both the girls who'd broken away and decamped at the bar with free drinks at our cost until then, being something of a master of the art of attraction, if keeping girls interested in the possibility of a free shot, or a double for the price of a single counted as a form of attraction.
I'd operated from the sidelines engaging with them but keeping them a little at arms length. When the party of friends had dissipated I'd made my move, upping the charm offensive, indiscreetly flirting. Her Indian friend had caught my eye more than she had if truth be told, an exotic beauty in tight leather trousers. I'd made my move on her while Steve had chatted with the blonde on closing time. She'd turned me down, rather acerbically, that didn't matter now. I'd handled that. I'd moved on. We'd still seemingly gotten lucky.
After a number of shots I think Steve had been slightly surprised when I'd suggested we head back to the flat as opposed to hanging around at the bar . Even more surprised when the blonde had agreed to join us. Amy I think her name was. She'd certainly turned her attention to me following Steve's introduction. Steve's failure to maintain an acceptable level of charm and sophistication even for a matter hours costing him yet again the attention of another pretty girl to his younger brother. Amy had not been perturbed by the fact she lost her friend in some confusion around the melee of closing time. She'd tried calling but the other girls phone appeared off. It had been too much cause for concern for her as she'd been easily coerced to join us the locked bar and sink down a number of tequila slammers one after the other.
As we all head back to the flat It wasn't like Steve would be missing out by my stealing her attention, especially after all of his earlier efforts. We shared near enough everything, just as we had growing up, Hence his excitement. I glance back to my brother as he continues his excited explanation of goal line technology to the driver, who wasnt getting a word in edgeways.
I smirk, No wonder he's so happy, Steve does have a thing for the blondes.
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"Well fuck me the kinky little birch has got pierced fucking nipples."
"You're shitting me," Steve offers in response.
"Take a fucking look at her Stevie...what a fucking specimen,"
I drop the flimsy silver dress that I've just peeled from her svelte body to the floor. I turn her to face my brother.
"She's fucking perfect ...really fucking perfect" Steve utters shaking his head as the tall slender blonde stands there her head slightly bowed between the two of us as we pass judgement on her body, dressed now in only the pair of thigh high boots and tiny little black g-string.
"Someones little fucking Princess," Stevie offers still shaking his head.
"Not tonight ...tonight Stevie she's our little bimbo fuck doll." I grin as I turn her back to me and cradle her delicate jaw.
There's a certain defiance etched across her face and portrayed by her stance . Stood before the bed between Steve and I she looks, to her right, across the bed. She must realise what we expect of her, she's can't have been under any other illusion since we all left the bar. She was pensive, strangely muted in the Taxi as she was when we'd led her up into the flat. She'd kissed us both though as we sat either side of her on the sofa. I'd taken her denim jacket from her shoulders as I'd pushed her to her knees before Steve. She'd taken him in her mouth willingly and by his groans alone had offered a deep prolonged blow job. I'd stood and watched the spectacle, no shame no embarrassment as Steve had held her down to him I hadn't been able to resist laying down a clear marker, kneeling behind her just to the side as I'd slipped my hand under the skirt of her dress and pulled aside the skimpy little underwear she wore, before I sunk two fingers deep into her young body.
I knew very little about her, there was no need to get to know her. Tonight was about the physical not the personal. As she'd knelt there afterwards, regaining her breath with the taste of Steve's cum in her mouth as it made its way to her stomach she'd not reacted to the wide leather collar I wrapped around her neck. As if there was something normal to such extreme behaviour. We'd led her here through the living room to the confines of the spare bedroom. The same room we'd brought Steve's until now favourite blonde, Georgina, the same room that 7 nights previous had seen a dark haired French University student, Lauren held down in the restraints attached to the bed, Lauren hadn't been as cooperative.
My mind leaves the memory's of the past as I slide open a dressing table drawer behind her back I retrieve a pair of brushed steel handcuffs. "You can do the honours Stevie."
Reaching out Steve takes the cuffs from me. As she faces she grimaced only slightly as her slim arms are pulled behind her back, I look away to reach back into the drawer, she doesn't react as I hear the cuffs snap over her wrists pinning her hands now behind her back. As Steve checks the restraint of her wrists I take a pair of ankle cuffs separated by a 10 inch chain, crouching I lock them over her booted ankles tightly. We have her now. Even if she doesn't accept what's about to occur.
"Hardly fucking original," she offers with a hint of a sneer come patronising smirk.
I trigger instantly. Grabbing her throat I push her past Steve harshly as she draws a strangulated gasp of air. Turning her face first against the wall my hand falling on the back of her neck as tightly as I'd held her throat. She stumbles with the restraint of her ankles, I feel her tense, I hear her wince as I press myself up against her.
"You arrogant little piece of fuck meat ...you've no fucking idea how this plays out."
"Oh you'd be surprised," she caustically offers, shaking her head a little, despite my grip.
I feel my rage building as I press up against her frail body it's all I can do to stop myself from taking her in this very moment. As if in warning I kick apart her cuffed boot covered ankles, the heels of her boots scratch across the laminate wood floor. I hear the snap of the chain between her ankles pull taught.
"Stevie fetch me another toy for our guest..." I growl "...your choice."
I don't look, I don't break my attention from her and the defiant look that's set back upon her face. I know what Steve's chosen the moment he hands it to me, all too predictable is Steve. I release my grip from her neck a little as I take half a step back. I look back to Steve's docile grin.
"My choice. "
"Your choice..." I concur, "...just seems a shame" I offer as I stretch out the item he's given me. The blonde simply stands there not looking back as I unfasten a zip.
"Take off her collar then."
I hold her there as Steve reaches between us and removes the loosely attached collar.
"Steve's choice." I remind her into her right ear as I lift the latex mask over her head and bring it down over her head and face. I feel her breath hitch immediately, her wrists pull at the cuffs I note as I awkwardly pull the tight fitting black mask across her stunning features. When I've applied the mask as best I can I pull at the zipper at the back of her head pulling the zip down to the nape of her slender neck. Pulling her away from the wall to show her now to Steve, I see the dark grin creep across his face.
"Collar." I state.
Watching as Steve takes the wide leather collar back to her neck, I grip the tops of her arms firmly as Steve sets to securing the collar back over neck, over the base of the mask now. "Tighter." I sneer as I watch him buckle the the collar "No... Tighter than that."
As he tightens the collar to a point at which I don't believe he could ring it any tighter around her neck I nod to him feeling her tense in my arms as the collar is firmly applied.
"Now a ball gag." I calmly state. "I don't want to hear that fucking smart little mouth again."
Moments later a tight blah ball gag sits forced between her lips, I turn her to face me, unable to hide my dark amusement with only her pale blue eyes framed with dark eye make up are fully visible through the gloss effect PVC Mask that clings to her face. Her eyes stare into mine.
"Stupid little bitch ....you only had to keep your fucking mouth shut... you'd been playing along so nicely until then."
