A Taxi Driver Tale - Barbie Girl

A stand alone story that is set during the final events of 'Repercussions'

A chapter of 'The Collective' which can be read in isolation.

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The glare of the full beam headlights swept across the dark narrow alleyway.

"I can get out up ahead, can I?" I enquire, unable to ascertain where the unfamiliar backstreet leads to.

"Yeah the alley leads all the way through, then around to the left" he states from the backseat through the clear perspex screen that divides the cab.

Cautiously I drive along the narrow alley, wary of the deep ruts of potholes that scatter the broken tarmac that in places exposes the historic cobbled roadway.

"We couldn't have picked her up out front?" I offer unable to disguise my disdain.

"Her choice..." he offers as he leans forward, "...and there she is."

Looking up ahead I spot her as she steps from the shadows, her platinum blonde hair as distinguishable in the gloom as the light coloured outfit that adorns her slender, perfect, physique.

Steadily cruising along the narrow alley, I feel a stir of excitement as the high beams of the headlights cast over her as we draw near. Shielding her eyes she looks away in the moments before I slow the Silver Mercedes Saloon to a halt alongside of her. I could dip the headlights, but I am more interested in taking in her stunning appearance.

The interior lights of the cab illuminate as either my back seat passenger opens the door from the inside, or she opens the door from the exterior. A chill wind sweeps in through the taxi as the platinum blonde makes herself comfortable in the seat directly behind me. I silently curse the lack of forethought at now not being able to clearly see her. Jason Palmers enticing looking sacrificial offering.

For months now Jason Palmer has repaid a debt equated by myself, an initial financial sum requested in blackmail. An exchange of service in kind for the promise not to release a damning video covertly captured of the married man's brutal use of a pretty faced dark blonde, Marie Hoxton. Jason had brought Marie to a room in the Highview Hotel for a night that Frank and I had witnessed via the hidden cameras that littered all of the eleven bedrooms at the Highview. Marie as it had transpired being an employee of Jason's lured into viscous sexual conquest in order to ensure her employment status. A promise that had never been fulfilled as it had transpired.

Marie's journey had not ended with Jason Palmer, it had only begun, but for tonight Jason Palmer served a purpose that would finally pay off the debt of his own blackmail. From what details I had meticulously garnered of the stunning blonde now sat willingly in the back of the cab Jason was unintentionally about to over achieve via his final offering as I look back in the rear view mirror as he sterile passes her a manilla envelope.

"It's all there?" the blonde asks.

"Count it if you wish," Jason responds

I pull the cab away, navigating the scarred surface of the alleyway as I follow Jason's previous instructions.

"Where are we headed?" the blonde enquires.

"Just a little place I know..." is the ambiguous response her enquiry earns in reply from Jason. "...somewhere discreet."

Fully aware of our destination myself I turn the cab onto the deserted street at the end of the alleyway and begin to navigate a route towards our destination. A destination familiar to Jason Palmer given the three girls he's previously lured to the long abandoned building, three girls who've all found themselves at the mercy of my sordid needs and served a wider purpose as a result of their unwitting consequence.

Tonight's exquisite little platinum blonde being as blissfully unaware of the fate that will befall her as all the others who've sat in the back of the cab. Her fate though has been planned to be far harsher than those that have preceded her by virtue of the two weeks since Jason had let me know of her existence and the ease of her availability. Recruited by Jason the rewards of her imminent debauchery will be far greater by her wider connection and status. There is risk in my plan, there always is, but tonight might represent a spectacular pinnacle. One that even Jason Palmer cannot even conceive as he sits alongside of her.

An uncomfortable silence creeps into the interior of the vehicle as we pass through the bright lights of the city centre towards the physical and metaphoric darkness ahead. The blonde expecting to perform for Jason Palmer by nature of their sordid interaction is hideously oblivious to the fact that it is myself she will actually be performing for.

A performance to be made at considerable cost, not to myself even though it is my five thousand pounds tucked into the exchanged manilla envelope.

That cost is very much short term, that costs will be instantly recouped.

With a heightened sense of anticipation I press my foot to the accelerator pedal as I navigate the long open stretch of open road ahead of me.

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Sweat soaks her brow

She cries out into the deep purple ball gag that dissects her dusky lilac lips

Her ample breasts rising and falling heavily from behind the white corset that wraps around her upper torso, drawing in at her hips to accentuate her perfect body

Extended high on outstretched arms her wrists pull furiously at the steel shackles that restrain them to the concrete pillar she stands with her back against. Her wrists do not pull with the frantic need to escape the circumstances she finds herself in. Her need is for a different kind of release.

As she begs, her pale blue eyes widen, a frustrated mercy laces her muffled protests. To remind her of the control I hold her in and exert I reposition the throbbing wand pressed against her cunt causing yet further reaction.

"Hold on.... You hold fucking on..." I demand rather than implore to my little blonde captive, "...If you cum before I say... you'll be punished... do you understand?"

Her eyes screw shut at my words, her stretched body trembling on the cusp of the orgasm that has threatened to break for the last few minutes at least. She does not respond to me in fear of inadvertently letting go to the physical manipulation and hold over her.

She had placed herself into this situation. Willingly permitting me to restrain her by her wrists and the spreader bar that holds her ankles apart on a wide gait assists my cause.

She believes though that I am Jason Palmer. Having been led in darkness from the taxi down into the bowels of the building by Palmer she had been instructed to wait in the modified room hidden in the myriad of rooms in three subterranean level of the abandoned former industrial premises. Blissfully unaware she has no inclination as to the switch that has occurred. Unbeknown to her Jason Palmer jealously sits along a corridor no doubt avidly watching what plays out via the monitors that connect to the surreptitiously hidden cameras that litter the room capturing every angle of her submission.

In silence the platinum blonde had allowed me to first gag her and then restrain her. A very willing submission earned in stark contrast to some of the situations that have played out within the cold damp confines of the converted basement.

As I press the bulbous head of vibrating wand up against her slickness I appreciate she cannot possibly hold out for much longer.

On trembling nasal breaths with her eyes, accentuated by purple and lilac eye shadow squeeze tightly shut she whimpers and pleads in to the tightly fitted ball gag that dissects her jaw.

Harshly I press against her, delighting in the control I hold and the pleasure she gains from the harshness I administer from the wand set to its highest setting.

"You want to cum don't you?" I goad

She offers a furious single nod in confirmation.

"You need to cum... don't you?" I continue.

Gaining the same reaction from her only with a muffled plea to accompany a double nod.

"Then release...let fucking go."

I feel the tension pass immediately from her body, she slumps a little against her restraint as I feel the incredible soak of her orgasm that spills from her over the wand and my rights hand.

Her wrists hold her body up against the pillar as she cranes her head towards the ceiling and cries out in relief as her body convulses and reacts to the climax I have goaded via the wand alone.

Slipping the touch of the wand from her body I simply drop it to the floor before her as I step back and admire her in the final throes of her release.

The platinum blonde's perfect body is still fully clothed as she hangs before me by tethered wrists. The white leather corset barely covers her breasts, coupled with a pale dusky lilac coloured short pleated skirt, which reveals white fishnet hold up stockings that meet white knee high leather boots. The ensemble set off by her pale complexion, dusky pastel makeup, and white-blonde hair. An outfit chosen by her following my recommendation passed along Jason Palmer. The outfit proving the first example of her diligence, her willingness to accommodate and to please.

Stepping forward as her exhausted head drops toward her chest I reach out and cradle her delicate jaw. Lifting her head until her eyes slowly part and gaze upon me and the balaclava I wear to conceal my true identity.

"I think I'm going to have fun with you... my little Barbie Girl,"

The phrase comes to me from nowhere as I continue to hold her head up she holds a silence.

Were it not for the purple ball gag sat between her teeth I would swear the hint of a devilish smile crept across her face. A silent challenge in light of her first experience quite literally at my hand.

"Let's get a better understanding of what I'm working with," I offer as letting go of her jaw I punctuate my statement by gripping the top of the front fastening corset and rip it open.

Looking down at her perfect firm breast and toned midriff a dark grin of my own passes my lips as under the spot lights set into the ceiling in the dim room I catch a glimpse in the reflected light of the two little metal bars that pierce both of her bullet hard nipples.

"It's not going to be easy to break you is it Barbie?"

She holds me in her gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly as she shakes her head slowly from side to side.

"I'll break you though" I menacingly offer.

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Knelt before me her cheeks hollowed I abuse the control over hold over her once more.

Knelt on splayed legs on the dusty concrete floor she takes me deep into her throat a further willing submission, her mouth given up just as freely as she had earlier given me her body.

"All the way... that's it all the fucking way" I urge as her face presses against the dark grey boiler suit I wear, the popper buttons of which are entirely open exposing my chest, my abdomen and giving her access to my erect length which now presses deep into the back of her mouth.

As my hands clamp across the back of her platinum scalp I begin to unleash, hearing the constant "gwack gwack gwack" noises as despite her surrender she struggles to cope with my fresh onslaught as I abuse her mouth for my pleasure.

Naked to the waist, with her hands cuffed in black steel handcuffs in her lower back a thick tan coloured collar now circles her slender neck beneath her fine white blonde hair. The spreader bar still holds firm over her boot clad ankles as her lips clamp firmly around the base of my shaft as I press my hips forward taking full advantage of her submission. The stunning blonde has been quite the find and as I feel her goad me towards a point of climax, I know her conquest is far from over.

Hearing her wretch, feeling her baulk I ease off a little but only for a matter of seconds before I unleash once more. Fucking her mouth with a brutal callousness as I grip her head to my crotch, her stunning features pressed against my pelvis.

In my mind an internal conflict builds. A decision required on the overbearing need to surrender to my own release deep into the back of her throat or to pull out and control my wanton urge in order to save myself for her next surrender.

Casting my eye towards her intended fate does little to resolve my dilemma,

As my hips keep punishing her with an unrelenting style I begin to imagine not just how the blonde will look but how she will react and feel. My mind racing on the plans I've intricately made since Jason Palmer sent me snatched photographs of the beautiful creature now knelt before me choking on my dick as it presses deep into her mouth.

Just the mental picture alone of the unique method of restraint and the freshly purchased brutal tool that sits upon the surface of the long padded bench over her right hand shoulder spurs my undeniable need to cum.

Gripping the back of her head tighter I keep fucking, I keep using her mouth.

"Make me cum..." I implore of her breathlessly, "...make me fucking cum."

On my command I feel her tongue against the base of my shaft, her lips seeming to purse even tighter around me.

Gripping her head to me tightly all momentum is on me, I challenge her to earn my climax fully appreciating I control the situation.

Moments later, moments filled with unrelenting thrusts back and forth into her mouth I feel the climax course through me. Tensing my body pressing deep as an ache of burning searing cramping pain builds in my lower back and the backs of my thighs. As I hold her face and mouth to my crotch I feel the tension release in a sated moment of satisfaction as I relax and feel my ejaculate pass through my dick and into her obliging mouth.

"Fuck me... Oh fuck me yesss," I huskily growl as I release the back of her head.

"Good girl... good fucking girl."

She keeps her mouth around me almost fully, holding onto my shaft with her slender lips as I feel her first ease back a fraction and then take a satisfying feeling swallow as I appreciate she consumes my heavy deposit down her throat as it slips toward her stomach.

"Hungry" I offer sardonically as I take a step back, feeling the cold air fall over my dick that's saturated in her saliva.

Looking back down at her as she kneels before me she doesn't respond to me, as she opens her eyes she looks up at me from stunning pale blue eyes which set on me, her pupils wide as they adjust to the light. My gaze drifts following the track etched by heavy mascara that has run from under her eyes down her cheeks to her jaw. Beneath the line of the collar and the ball gag now worn like a perverse necklace around her neck her own saliva glistens across her exposed breasts.

"You handled that well..." I offer my gaze passing towards the bench placed up against the back wall of the room behind her once more.

"You... you think that's enough to break me?" she defiantly offers.

There's a look of defiance that creeps across her already visibly dishevelled appearance as she tilts her head back against the collar to continue to look up at me. A bratty, confrontational aura surrounds her as a definite smirk crosses her features this time.

"No... But don't worry.... A greater challenge awaits you." I offer formulating a fresh plan in my mind that might genuinely shut her up

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She simply lays there, her body bent double across the cold smooth surface of the stainless steel table, and I cannot decide if her defiance is now infuriating or stimulating.

Her hands held in the small of her back with thick tan brown leather cuffs that wrap around her slender wrists. I am not entirely sure the colour of the cuffs are in keeping of what remains of her pale white and lilac ensemble. None the less they match the cuffs that sit, attached to the legs of the table, tightly buckled over her white knee high boots and the thick brown collar that remains wrapped around her slender throat.

As she lays there she faces her own reflection in the mirror the table presses up against, a mirror that hides a camera positioned directly at her to record every reaction I'm hoping to induce.

"Just about ready," I offer callously through the balaclava that still clings to my face, "One last little touch."

Turning my back I walk away from her, I've little to no doubt she has seen her final ignominy. As I approach the padded leather bench that I had originally intended to restrain her over. Picking up the harsh steel device I turn it in my hands admiring its potential as I step back up behind my platinum little blonde captive.

"Let's see how well this fits." I offer as with my left hand I fold the short pleated lilac skirt still sat around her waist up over her ass and expose her to me.

With her legs held on a wide stance she turns her head along her right shoulder in an attempt to observe what is playing out. The manner of her restraint barely affords her any movement as I take the bulbous end of the anal hook procured from the padded bench and press the cold steel to her puckered little asshole.

A deep intake of breath causes her upper body to rise and subsequently fall as she exhales. Glancing to her expression in the mirror myself I watch as she braces, as she steels herself for the inevitable. Shifting the hook aside a touch I crouch down and with a harsh hock from the back of my throat I spit directly onto her asshole.

"Hold still for me Barbie Girl" I offer with a mocking tone as I stand and immediately press the bulb of the hook against her tight little hole.

Letting the steel bar rest across her lower back I watch as her slender fingers wrap around the cool metal, half expecting her to push the instrument away. She does not though as taking the curved base of the hook in both hands I press it firmly against her sphincter.

"Fuck," I hear her quietly whisper as I manipulate and tease the hook

"Relax," I implore her, "Relax and accept"

I press the tip of the hook even firmer against her hearing, her seethe as I look up to her reflection motivates me. Her pale blue eyes screw shut as I toy with the hook, her pale pink lips press together as she refuses to give me the satisfaction of any protest to my attempted invasion.

Glancing back down to her exposed ass I concentrate on the task on hand as I slowly tease the thick round end of the hook against her, achieving partial insertion then pulling back a number of times as I demonstrate my control. Feeling her tense, hearing her stifle protest before without warning I press firmly and breach her as she cannot hold off the accompanying yelp of pain as I insert the hook viciously into her anus.

"Jesus fucking Christ" she harshly whispers her head snapping back against her shoulders as she yields.

"Had no doubt you could do it" I coldly offer taking a moment to admire the hook that now disappears inside of her slender body. "Now let's tether it off."

Taking a black nylon rope from my back pocket I unravel it and pulling the hook from her grip whilst simultaneously sinking it deeper into her ass she inhales and exhales further rasping breaths as I thread the rope through the circular eye at the top of the hook. Pulling the rope taught, sinking the hook deeper I stretch the rope past her hands and up across her naked back as I step along side the table.

The platinum blonde stares straight ahead, her face now contorted on a grimace as I begin to thread one end of the rope through a the semicircular ring set in the back of the thick tan collar.

"Tell me when it gets too tight," I mock as I keep pulling the rope through the ring of the collar.

She refuses to acknowledge or even look in my direction as she transfixes on her own pained, yet still defiant, expression in the mirror. An expression I can clearly see and at a guess hundreds of others will bear witness to.

Her head pulls back viciously against her shoulders as I start to secure it as taught as I possibly can with all slack between her neck and the top of the hook removed. Her body posture now altered so much so that her shoulders and chest are held up off the surface of the table by the single length of rope that connects the hook to the collar.