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It was when the taxi continued along the Ring Road instead of taking the left turn to the area where she lived that Tess started to feel worried.

“Excuse me,” she said. “I think you missed the turning.”

“What turning?” the cabbie replied. “You didn’t really think I was taking you home, did you?”

That was the second shock, but the third shock made her lose her breath. It came when Tess looked in the driver’s rear-view mirror and saw only a pixelated mass where his head should be.

“Don’t worry, Love,” the cabby said with a grin in his voice. “Everything’s as it should be.”

“Should be?” Tess said, her voice trembling as she felt herself shaking. “I asked you to take me to Blackstone Road.”

There was a silence before the cabbie said, “You also kissed the figurine and recited the incantation.”

This was the fourth shock. Tess stared straight in front, at the cabbie’s thick neck and broad shoulders. The figurine. The memory of that made her blush.

“You people always convince yourself there’s nothing in it,” the cabbie went on conversationally. “How can there be? There’s no such thing as magic. It’s just a giggle. Trust me, Lady, I’ve heard them all.”

Tess screwed her eyes shut, trying to block out the memory. “Please,” she said. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I just… Please just turn around and take me home.”

“Sorry, Love,” the cabbie replied. “Nothing doing. Like I said, I’ve heard ‘em all. You all think you want something, but really you want something else. And when you’re on the verge of getting what you really want… you get cold feet. But trust me, nobody’s ever sorry they did go through with it. Not afterwards.” There was a pause. “Mind you, it took a while for you to come round, I’ll give you that.”

This was true. All week they’d arrived through the post. First the padded envelope with the figurine on the Monday, with the accompanying note. Tess had dismissed it as a prank, but the figurine had been nice, and she’d decided to keep it. It matched a couple of her plant pots perfectly, perched between them. On Tuesday there’d been a reminder, on Wednesday too, and then again on Thursday.

There’d been nothing threatening about the notes, and Tess just ripped them in pieces and threw them in the bin, so that the children wouldn’t find them and start asking questions. They were that age where they’d just about started to read and were curious enough to ask questions about anything and everything.

But Friday had been different. Her ex-husband had come round to pick up the kids. Doubtlessly they’d have much more fun this weekend than Tess could ever afford to give them, and it made her sick. But she couldn’t bring herself to deprive the children of their father. She’d already arranged to spend Friday evening with an old friend of hers, Vanessa.

They’d talked about old times and new times and got quite giggly on good wine that Tess could never afford herself. Vanessa’s husband had made himself scarce, leaving the women to, well, women’s talk. The couple’s daughter, Melinda, was back up at university, but the son, Sam, now eighteen, had shown his face a couple of times. He was a good looking lad, and Tess tried not to look at him. She could feel his eyes on her all the same, and it made her feel a little flattered that someone half her age fancied her a bit. She wasn’t immune to Sam either, but he was her friend’s son, so anything actually happening was out of the question.

Back home, she’d drunk some more wine, only cheaper, and feeling happy to have the place to herself to do whatever she liked, as well as slightly inebriated, she’d booted up the computer.

She hadn’t had a sex life of any kind since the divorce. She wasn’t sure she wanted one. The kids were a handful and trying to get a new relationship to work while she was juggling everything else… it would just be too much. But needs must, and when the opportunity arose, Tess wasn’t averse to watching a bit of naughtiness, as a bit of vicarious excitement. At least when drunk. Sober she felt ideologically opposed to pornography. Drunk, she especially liked the Fake Taxi videos, even though she suspected the videos were more fake than the taxis, and she knew guilt would pile on top of her in the morning.

When she’d seen enough, and was ready to turn in, she was still feeling a little drunk and more than a little horny. It was a lethal combination, and she suddenly remembered the letter that had arrived in the post, with no sender, the same as the others, her own name and address printed on the front. She hadn’t opened it, or thrown it out, since there was no danger of the kids getting their hands on it. Now she opened the envelope and found much the same kind of letter as before.

Dear Recipient!

We must urge you in the strongest possible terms to accept the gift that has been bestowed on you. The gift of living your deepest sexual desire. You will not regret it. A failure to accept the gift means that the chain is broken, and you deny other people the joy of living their deepest sexual desire. We urge you to kiss the figurine you received some days ago and to recite the incantation at the bottom of the sheet.

Enjoy!

PS. For legal reasons, we feel compelled to inform you that kissing the figurine and reciting the incantation is to be understood as an expression of consent on your part to engage in any activity of a sexual nature that may occur with adult persons within 48 hours of your receipt of this letter.

Tess hadn’t really taken it seriously at all. The postscript might have given her pause for thought under different circumstances, but at that moment it all seemed a bit of a giggle. Feeling very naughty indeed, she wondered what would happen if she found herself alone with Sam. She took the figurine to bed with her and rubbed her pussy with it until she came, twice, imagining Sam coming inside her twice, in two separate positions.

Sitting in the back of the taxi, staring at the driver’s broad shoulders and the pixelated face in the rear-view mirror, Tess felt horrified. What if the driver was taking her to meet Sam? Surely that couldn’t be it.

The cabbie gave a laugh, indicating and doing a right turn, towards the town centre. “Sam? Come off it, that’s nothing, not even worth calling an innocent flirt, let alone a serious fantasy.”

Tess almost hit the ceiling. It was as if the man had read her thoughts. Then with a jolt, it occurred to her that this wasn’t a dissimilar situation to the videos she’d watched. Why hadn’t she thought of that before? Her eyes began scanning the back of the cab for cameras, finding one.

“Please!” she shrieked. Suddenly the reality felt very different to the fantasy. “Please take me home! I-I-I… I don’t really want to. I mean, I’m sure it would be… But, it’s just…”

The cabbie was laughing again. “No, Love,” he said. “That’s not it. I won’t be laying a finger on you, I promise.”

Tess felt confused. “Then what…?”

“Here’s the thing, Love,” the cabbie said. “I’m what you might call your Guardian.”

Tess felt her entire existence turn inside out. “My Guardian?” she whispered. “Why would I need a Guardian?”

The cabbie’s shoulders moved. “Because of what you want, deep down.” He paused. “Like I said, you people never know what it is you really want. So repressed.”

That stung. It came too close to what Tess’ ex-husband had said once, but she couldn’t help it. She wasn’t repressed, not really, she just wasn’t very assertive in bed. There was a difference. Maybe that was the problem, that her ex-husband was much the same, forever asking her what she wanted, if she was comfortable, instead of just getting on with it.

The cabbie was indicating again, pulling into a dim, nearly completely empty car park behind a set of buildings with concrete walls. “Well, here we are,” he said.

“What are we doing here?” Tess asked.

The cabbie sighed, turning as he switched the engine off. Staring into his pixelated face felt like staring into the abyss. “It’s fantasy time,” he said.

Tess took a deep breath. Whatever was planned, she had a feeling it was something out of the ordinary. There had to be a way out. Her mind went automatically to the videos she watched. “Please,” she said. “You can get in the back with me if you want, and do what you like. If you’ll just take me home.” She felt dirty saying it, remembering how she’d watched other women in this situation as she stroked her pussy through her knickers the previous evening.

The cabbie laughed. “Here’s the thing, Love. Much as I’d like to get in the back and get busy, my job is to deliver you and make sure you’re all right.”

“Deliver me?” Tess said, feeling outraged, but not quite able to sound it. “You make it sound like I’m some parcel.”

The cabbie shrugged. “Look,” he said, “pointing to a door set in a concrete wall. You and me, we go in there, right? There’s a guy in there we talk to, you see how you feel. Nothing happens without your say so. How does that sound?”

It sounded mad. There was no way of knowing if she could trust the cabbie or not. As soon as they were inside, she might be jumped by a whole group of men and… No, best not let her imagination go there. On the other hand, she was sitting here with a cab driver with a pixelated head. That in itself was madness. So maybe there was something in that figurine business.

“Shall we go?” the cabbie said. “You won’t regret it.”

Tess wasn’t so sure. In the end she followed the cabbie into the building for no better reason than that the alternative seemed to be to sit alone in a taxi in a scary car-park. The door opened straight into a store room full of cardboard boxes, some with Asian lettering, and racks of clothes. About fifteen yards in on the left, there was a makeshift office, with a man sitting there. He smiled when he saw them. He was dressed smartly in a suit and tie.

“This must be Tess,” he said, addressing the cabbie rather than her, and not bothering to get up.

“Tess, meet Basher,” the cabbie said to her.

Basher? Tess thought. This was going from really bad to worse. What kind of man was called Basher? Only one kind as far as she was concerned.

“Don’t worry,” the cabbie said. “Basher’s a pussy cat really.”

Basher smirked. Rifling through papers on his desk, he eventually found the one he was looking for. “Tess!” he said, finally addressing her. “Since you’ve kissed the figurine and recited the incantation, we already have your consent, in a manner of speaking.”

Tess’ stomach lurched. Shit, this really was for real, somehow, in some warped parallel universe. But she hadn’t really consented to anything; she hadn’t believed it was for real.

Basher continued. “But since you’ve dithered so, we want to make doubly sure. In addition to which, you were pretty drunk when you did it, which makes the whole consent thing a bit iffy. We need you to sign this consent form.” He waved the piece of paper in his hand.

Consent form? That was both worrying and a bit of a relief. If they’d gone to the trouble to produce a consent form, they must be on the level in one respect. She took the piece of paper and read the concise text, feeling faint as she did so. “What’s this?” she breathed. “What will happen to me if I sign this?”

Basher smirked. “She’s not very bright, is she?” he said to the cabbie.

That stung. Tess may not be very assertive or adventurous, but she was as sharp as a needle and she knew it. Her intelligence was the one thing she had to be proud of.

“Sex!” Basher cried out, looking at her. “Sex, and lots of it!”

Tess took a step back. She hadn’t had real, physical sex in ages, but this was all too much. Sex here, under these circumstances, still not knowing what the men had in store for her.

“Look, Love,” the cabbie said. “You don’t sign, I take you home. But it would be a shame, seeing how so much time and effort has gone into arranging this.”

What was that to her? “I didn’t ask you to,” Tess said.

“Well you did, Doll,” Basher told her. “In a manner of speaking.” Then, to the cabbie, “She really is a bit dense, isn’t she? Thick and not very self-aware. A lethal combination.”

That hurt, as harshly as she could, Tess said. “Well I’m not so stupid as to sign something when I don’t know what’s on the end of it.”

Basher grinned, a calculating look in his eye. “We’ve done our research,” he said. “We always knew you’d be a bit of a handful.”

“A handful?”

“So much repression, so much going on beneath the surface. So many hidden depths.”

“Hidden depths?” Tess said. “I don’t think so.”

Basher shrugged. “What, you think the kinkiest your desires get is wanting to fuck your friend’s teenage son? Or possibly being made to fuck in the back of a taxi?”

“There are no hidden depths,” Tess said, suddenly more assertive than she ever was.

“She really is a piece of work, this one, isn’t she?” Basher said to the cabbie.

The cabbie, in turn, turned to Tess, the pixels glinting as he spoke. “Basher’s right,” he said to her. “We do our research and we do it well. There’s a fair bit under the surface that you don’t know about, Tess.”

His calm voice contrasted with Basher’s, who sounded impatient when he said, “Look, Doll. This is all very simple. You sign the piece of paper, you obey any command that’s given you as long as you’re in this building. You answer to the name of Obedia. You learn something about yourself, and have a great time into the bargain.”

“What? I’m supposed to just trust that nothing terrible will happen?”

“Well,” Basher said, “normally we’d let you have a safeword, but that’s what your Guardian’s here for.”

“My Guardian?” Tess said, turning to the cabbie again.

“Yes,” Basher said. “He’ll be telepathically tuned into you, to make things stop if they really do get unbearable.”

“Unbearable?”

“We’ve done our research,” Basher repeated. “And it’s obvious to us that you’re the kind of woman who would use the safeword far too lightly. Don’t worry, your Guardian will keep you safe.”

There was a long pause, broken only when the cabbie said, “You can trust me, Tess.”

Tess wasn’t sure at all. She was feeling terrified, but there was something about the fear that was exciting too. Normally Tess always erred on the side of caution.

“Oh, what’s the point,” Basher said, reaching out his hand. “Call it a day, eh?”

“No, wait!” Tess said. Her mind was screaming at her not to sign, but what swung it was a sudden determination to prove to these men, and more so to herself, that she had no hidden depths at all, at least not the kind the men were suggesting she had.

She could sense Basher’s look of silent satisfaction as she signed. As soon as the pen left the paper, she felt as if she’d just signed her life away, but the deed was done now.

“Good!” Basher said. “Now, take your clothes off!”

“What?” Tess exclaimed.

“Obedia, Obedia,” Basher said. “This isn’t going to go well if you can’t obey a simple command.”

Tess just stood there. She didn’t know what to do. Well, obviously she would have to take her clothes off, she just hadn’t thought about it properly, how it would feel stripping naked in front of two strangers, one of whom had a pixelated head.

“Everything’ll be just fine,” the cabbie said in a soothing voice. “I’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you. That’s what I’m here for.”

So Tess did it, began to undress. “Faster!” Basher said, sounding annoyed when she took her time. The man never took his eyes off her as she removed all her clothes. She found herself wondering what he made of her body, though that never usually bothered her. She was a bit gangly, not very curvaceous at all.

Basher gave no sign of what he thought, simply reached behind him and brought forth a steel collar. Tess felt her eyes widen. “What’s that?”

“It’s a symbol of your submission,” Basher smirked.

“But that’s… that’s…” Tess couldn’t find the word.

Basher reached for the piece of paper she’d just signed. “We have a contract, Obedia,” he said, pronouncing the name with a certain relish. “You will do as you’re told.”

Tess just stood there, thinking that she should do something, anything. Her immobility made it easy for Basher to get up and lock the steel ring around her neck, before affixing a long chain to it. “Well,” he said, “that makes you as close to property as you’ll ever be. Shall we walk?”

Was there any alternative? Tess wondered.

“None whatsoever,” the cabbie said.

So they walked, Tess wondering how she could possibly have agreed to this; the idea of anybody potentially being considered “property”, a complete anathema to her in her everyday life. Her nakedness made her feel even more vulnerable as they moved further into the store room, then suddenly out into the shop proper, rounding the counter.

There was another shock now. She recognized the shop; she’d been her several times. It was well lit, but the windows that looked out on the pedestrianized street outside were covered with heavy black drapes. There was usually an immaculate window display, but not this evening. A group of shop dummies had been bunched up to one side, all of them bare. In the middle of the space there was a large, cubic display platform, measuring about three feet, where headwear was usually displayed. Now there was something else on top, which Tess soon saw was some kind of seat, but with a large hole in the middle. It reminded her of visits to historical buildings where the primitive toilet facilities had been left on show. She realised it was meant for her, even before Basher said, “Have a seat, Obedia.”

What was the alternative? She positioned herself, still feeling embarrassed about being naked in front of these men. In front of her were the heavy black drapes. She looked around, wondering what this was all about, her eyes falling on the mannequins and on something that was overlaid with various fabrics, but looked suspiciously like a mattress.

Then she shrieked out loud. Next to her Basher smirked. The platform was obviously hollow, and there was someone inside. Someone who was using the hole in the seat to stick their tongue in between her labia. Basher and the cabbie were silent, but their eyes never left Tess. She felt doubly ashamed, but mostly because her pussy had sprung to life.

It had been so long, after all. And the tongue easing its way back and forth, teasing her, how could she not react? She loved being tongued. It was the one thing her ex-husband had been good at. Her resistance wilted as the tongue tickled her clit. It felt wonderful, and would have felt more so were it not for the two men standing watching her. They still made her feel ashamed and embarrassed, ashamed of being aroused in this situation. She tried not to let it show; was determined not to let it show.

But it was impossible to not enjoy the way the tongue slid about, finding her opening, sliding back to her clit. She closed her eyes, in case the men saw any sign of lust there, but what good would it do? They would obviously see her nipples hardening. And closing off one sense only made the sensation more intense. The tongue was everything a tongue should be. Her lips parted involuntarily. She managed to stifle one moan, but not the next one.

“It’s alright,” the cabbie said. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”

That was easy for him to say. Tess closed her mouth, managing to force back the next moan. She had words on the tip of her tongue, feeling sure the men were getting a kick out of this.

“She wants to know if we’re getting a kick out of this,” the cabbie said.

Basher just chuckled. The sound of fingers snapping made Tess open her eyes. She sensed movement and turned her gaze to the left. Her heart started pounding. Right before her eyes, one of the mannequins was coming to life. The smooth, bare plastic was assuming human shape, with real features, a real face, a real skin-covered body; hair, joints bending, tattoos forming on its arms.

“Meet Dickie,” Basher said.

Tess just stared in shock. The man or creature, whatever it was, was moving towards her. The tongue was still moving between her labia, but she was fixated on this… this Dickie. This creature whose genitals were forming as he walked. He stood next to the raised platform, reaching out to take hold of Tess’ head and turn her face towards him. Still in shock, Tess watched as his legs adjusted to her height, bringing what was now a fully formed erection up to head height for her. There was nowhere else to look but straight at his big dick.

“Suck on it!” he said.

It was a clear command. Tess reached out to close her fingers round the hard shaft. Even after the figure’s visible transformation, she was still surprised at how natural the skin felt. Surprised too at the way the organ tasted exactly as she remembered such organs tasting. Ashamed at doing it in front of Basher and the cabbie, she clamped her lips down and began moving her head.

As ashamed as she felt, as a finger slid into her pussy, it occurred to her that she liked that things were so uncomplicated. Sex for her had always held elements of negotiation, lots of feelings swirling about. Now, here was Dickie, and she didn’t know the first thing about him – whether he was a person or a thing – and she didn’t have to care; she didn’t have to pretend to care. Tess hadn’t had sexual relations with that many different men, and none of them had been the type of men to hold out their cocks and say, “Suck on it!”

As the tongue teased her clit and the finger moved inside her, Tess found herself thinking that maybe it would have been better if they had. Not because she was necessarily the kind of woman who wanted that Neanderthal stuff, but because it would just have made things easier. She didn’t find it easy to take charge herself, so perhaps that was the best way.

Yes, that was it. No extraneous feelings, just lust. Her pussy was more than warming to the treatment. She didn’t have to care about the people. She let herself go a little, pushing her lips further down Dickie’s cock. He was nothing to her, except literally a sex doll. The thought amused her. She allowed herself to take yet more of his meat in her mouth. Her pussy was nice and wet now, the finger easing the moisture forth.

There was another finger snap. Basher, of course. Still feeding on Dickie’s erection, Tess could see another of the mannequins morph into human shape. He moved swiftly until he was standing three feet in front of Tess, with his back to the drapes. He took hold of his erection and pointed it at her, giving her a stern look.

Tess felt steel move against the side of her neck. “Come on, Obedia,” Basher said. “Let’s go and greet John.”

She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to leave the finger and the tongue that were providing her with such delicious sensations. But she was even less keen to let Basher know how much she was enjoying the treatment. Reluctantly she left her seat.

“On all fours,” Basher said.

“What?” Tess turned. Basher was still holding the chain in his hand.

“On all fours,” Basher repeated sternly. “Remember, Obedia, your job is to obey!”

Tess didn’t like it. Going down on all fours and crawling towards John made her feel like an object, like property. She just couldn’t bring herself to make a fuss. Feeling deeply ashamed of herself, she moved the short distance to John on hands and knees, Basher holding the chain.

John was holding out his cock, and when she reached him, he said, “Suck on it!”

Exactly the same as Dicke, except that then there had been some kind of reciprocity, with her pussy already being attended to. She felt powerless. If she refused, Basher would only remind her of the contract. Besides, hadn’t she enjoyed just being told what to do?

She let her lips part and slide over the big bulb. Immediately she was rewarded. Fingers were driven into her pussy from behind. Her instinctive moan turned into a half cough. But she was suddenly willing again and gladly slid her lips a good way down the throbbing gristle. Apparently the merest touch of her pussy was enough to make her forget herself. And this was no mere touch, fingers digging into her, scooping and scraping about inside.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Dickie boy?” Basher said.

“Yeah, guv, I am,” Dickie replied, twisting his fingers round inside Tess.

Her pussy responded by clenching hold of Dickie’s fingers, as if refusing to let them go until… Until what? Could she really come like this? As if willing herself on, Tess went down a little deeper on John’s cock, sucking hungrily. Maybe she could will herself if she was just a little more… active. On the other hand, Dickie’s fingers might be more than enough, the way he was working them inside her. None of her other men had been this rough with her, and she was vaguely thinking that she wished they had been. Now if Dickie would only touch her clit…

No sooner the thought than the deed. John’s cock flew out of her mouth as she twisted her head to let out an enormous moan. Any moment now.

“You’d best stop what you’re doing,” the cabbie said. “We don’t want her cumming just yet.”

Why not? Tess wondered. She felt cheated, but she couldn’t stop Dickie and John from moving away from her. Instead, at Basher’s command, she walked on hands and knees to the thing that was indeed a mattress, buried beneath layers of textiles.

When they reached it, Basher rattled the chain and said, “On your back, facing the drapes. Spread your legs!”

Tess wondered what was coming. Perhaps Dickie or John was going to get on top of her. At the moment she wouldn’t mind that, even if she was still feeling doubtful about the whole thing. After all, they’d been at work on her, and brought her close to a climax. They might as well finish the job. Anything else would be unfair.

She got in position, looking hopefully at the two male figures who had used her thus far. Then she was distracted by a whirring, and realised that the drapes were moving.

Surely not? That would be unbearable.

“You’re nowhere near any kind of limit,” the cabbie informed her. “Whatever you might think.”

“Stay where you are!” Basher ordered.

It was a superfluous thing to say; Tess felt paralysed. She did managed to close her legs as the drapes parted, revealing the pedestrian street outside. Or at least what she could see of the street. Most of the view was blocked out by a large group of men. Behind them, across the street, was another clothes shop that she recognized, but it was the men she couldn’t stop staring at, just as they stared at her.

“Isn’t that nice,” Basher said. “Every man you’ve ever fancied in some small way, but never got to do anything about it.” He paused. “And every man whose ever wanted to screw you, but never got the chance.”

It seemed to be true. Tess recognized most of them, not all, or perhaps she didn’t remember. Some were probably men who had tried to pick her up at some time. She spotted her ex-husband’s best friend, her own friend’s son Sam, Professor Evans from work and many more. Then she couldn’t look any more, feeling more ashamed than she ever had in her life, laying there in the shop window, naked before their eyes.

“Spread your legs!” Basher commanded. “Show them your cunt!”

But Tess couldn’t move a muscle.

Basher snapped his fingers. “Dickie! John! See to it that Obedia obeys!”

For a moment Tess was petrified that they were going to be violent, but all that happened was that the figures moved to one on either side of her and pulled her legs wide open. She closed her eyes. She couldn’t look. She knew that the men outside were all ogling her, staring at her nakedness, staring straight at that most private of private areas.

“Open her up!” Basher said. “Let them all get a good look at Obedia’s juicy cunt!”

Fingers pulled her pussy lips apart. And she was wet, of course she was, from having been licked and fingered. And now all these men were staring at the arousal that had been so abruptly interrupted. Every man she had ever had the tiniest dirty thought about that had never come to fruition was staring straight between her legs. And men she didn’t know had enjoyed dirty thoughts about her too.

The fact that the thought caused a slight ripple of excitement was more shameful to Tess than just lying there. Then the thought occurred to her that maybe the men weren’t real. How would these people have gone about getting them gathered there all at the same time? After all, she’d seen two mannequins spring to life, and there was a man with a pixelated head nearby who claimed to be her guardian. Maybe all these men were just holograms.

“Maybe they are, maybe they aren’t,” the cabbie said.

That settled it for Tess. The only way she could live with herself was if they were holograms, and so she would believe that’s what they were.

“Open your eyes, Obedia!” Basher snapped.

Reluctantly Tess did as she was told. What she saw settled the matter absolutely in her mind. They had to be holograms, for how would a group of men that size get away with standing on a pedestrian street with full erections? Even at this time of night.

Dickie and John were still holding her pussy open, but now she saw that a nicely dimensioned black dildo was laying between her legs.

“Look at that,” the cabbie was musing. “Every cock you could have had.” He paused. “I’m sure they’d like to see where they might have put those cocks.”

Tess felt confused. They could see. They were all staring straight at her pussy.

“Take the dildo and screw yourself with it!” Basher snapped.

Something stabbed at Tess’ heart. Dickie and John were moving away. She stared at the men, closed her eyes, swallowed, then whispered, “I-I can’t!”

“It wasn’t a suggestion!” Basher told her. She felt steel against the back of her neck. He was pulling on the chain. “You are Obedia, and I command you to take the dildo and fuck yourself with it.”

Tess took a deep breath. How was she supposed to get out of this one? She opened her eyes again, only to be confronted with all those erections, all those lascivious eyes.

“What about Sam?” the cabbie said. “Who you fantasized about when you rubbed your pussy with the figurine last night?”

Tess glanced at Sam, but immediately averted her eyes. It was too dangerous, even if this Sam was a hologram. Her friend’s son, impossible. But Professor Evans was standing next to him. Professor Evans who was always kindness itself. Professor Evans would never look at her with the expression he had on his face now. That was another reason why they must be holograms, these men.

She wasn’t sure how it had happened, but suddenly her fingers were clutching the dildo. She turned it so that the tip was pointing back at her, at her pussy. Looking at Professor Evans, their eyes met. Tess imagined he was feeling slightly ashamed himself at watching her like this, looking a little apologetic. She liked that. It was sweet of him.

And the tip of the dildo was up against her labia. Professor Evans nodded almost imperceptibly. Deliberately, Tess tried to filter out all the others. Professor Evans was nice and respectful. She would focus on him. As the dildo inched up against her opening, her pussy remembered the aborted climax. Something inside Tess responded. The dildo was inside her. She gripped it hard, pulling her legs back as she did so. And then she was doing it, working the fake cock back and forth, legs spread, fucking herself in front of all these men.

The way her pussy responded was shameful to her, but she couldn’t help the arousal rising like sap, up through her stomach and all the way up to her brain. Professor Evans was looking embarrassed and ashamed too, but that didn’t stop his hand from moving where it was clasping his stiff cock. Out of the corners of her eyes, Tess could see the other men doing the same. A large of group of men stimulating their engorged organs as they watched her move the dildo inside herself.

Tess closed her eyes. It just wasn’t done. No self-respecting woman would display herself like this, yet here she was. Was she liking it? She suddenly realised that “like” was negotiable; physical arousal was not.

“All those stiff cocks,” the cabbie murmured. “Think of the fun you could have had.”

Tess tried not to, but even with her eyes closed she could see the men, standing there wanking. She thrust the full length of the dildo inside her, which was easy now, her pussy leaking, providing more than enough lubrication. Perhaps she could have had fun. She opened her eyes again, noting how well-hung Sam, her friend’s son was, how curved and long Professor Evans was. Not to mention the girth on her husband’s friend, Chris.

She remembered once being alone with Chris. There had been chemistry there. What if she’d dared… What if Chris had had the nerve or the guts to just tell her to… bend over or… or… to hold out his cock and just say, ‘Suck on it!’ That would have meant cheating, of course, but lying here now…

She closed her eyes again, working the dildo inside as she brought her other hand down to rub her clit with circular movements. Involuntarily she arched her body, nipples tightening. She heard the cabbie’s voice, “Imagine what those men want to do to you.”

Tess wasn’t sure she wanted to imagine that, but couldn’t help herself. She imagined them wishing they had their cocks where the dildo was. Her hands moved faster. She fucked herself harder, rubbed her clit faster. Her pussy remembered the aborted climax and seemed to speak to her, telling her it wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less this time. Her mouth parted to emit a long, lingering, sensuous moan. She opened her eyes briefly to see the forest of cocks outside. Any one of them would do; any one of them in place of the dildo.

Her pussy tightened. Every muscle in her body seemed to tense, preparing itself. Her swollen clit seemed to brand her fingertips as she worked it. Any moment now…

“Stop!” Basher yelled.

Tess didn’t stop. She wanted this, she needed this. Her pussy tightened some more as her breath shortened.

Then her arms were gripped hard and snatched away, the dildo pulled out of her. “I told you to stop!” Basher yelled.

Tess opened her eyes. Dickie and John were on either side of her, strong hands gripping her wrists. Basher was standing over her, winding the chain round his hand, bringing his fist up close to her neck, her face. “You’re here to do as you’re told, Obedia,” he snarled.

“I’m sorry,” Tess said, hating herself for apologising, but wanting to mollify the man who held power over her.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” Basher told her. “You are Obedia. You will obey!”

Not knowing how to react, Tess tried again. “I’m sorry! Really! What do you want me to do?” She hardly recognized herself. How could she be asking that voluntarily?

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Basher said. “You’re going to sit up, and Dickie here is going to fuck your face until he cums.”

Tess felt panic come creeping. To her that sounded as if Dickie would be delivering his sperm in her mouth. She’d never let that happen. Letting a man spurt in her mouth, or on her face felt too much like some tawdry domination ritual. But she was lying here naked, with Basher holding her on a leash, the aborted orgasm still lamenting in her pussy. This was already a domination ritual. She had agreed to it, consented to it, signed up for it.

“You’re nowhere near your limit,” the cabbie informed her. “Now, are you gonna let it happen?”

To her surprise and shame, she heard her own meek voice say nothing but, “Yes.”

“Sit up then!” Basher said, pulling on the chain.

Tess heaved herself up on her elbows. Dickie let go of her arm and came to stand over her. His stiff cock was right in front of her face. His hand went to the back of her head. Tess opened her mouth enough for Dickie to be able to push his cock past her lips and begin thrusting.

In the panic, Tess had almost forgotten about the crowd outside. She was relieved now that Dickie’s body was in the way, preventing her from seeing them, and preventing them from seeing her mouth. In fact preventing them from seeing her shame, the way she was used as some sex object by someone who was no more than an animated mannequin himself.

It was too much to take in. Tess sat there, not moving, letting Dickie hold her head in place as he moved his cock in her mouth. She was afraid that he’d be rough with her, force himself too far in, making her gag or choke. To her surprise, Dickie seemed to know exactly how far he could go. With the taste of swollen man meat on her tongue, Tess tried to suppress the signals coming from her pussy. Her head was telling her that this was the most degrading thing that had ever happened to her; her sex that it was the most exciting.

She closed her eyes. She didn’t want her body to respond in this way, to burn with lust while being used like this. Dickie may be an animated mannequin, but sitting like this she was no more than a sex doll. In their way they were both objects.

“You think too much,” the cabbie told her.

He wasn’t the first person to tell her that. Maybe she should just let go. After all, she could hardly do anything to prevent this, not now. Dickie was gasping, clearly excited by being able to thrust his cock in her passive mouth. Tess moved an arm. Perhaps if she touched her tingling sex she could relax more.

“Keep still!” Basher barked.

Tess obeyed. But now that she wasn’t allowed to touch herself, it made her want to all the more. Dickie’s cock continued moving, back and forth, back and forth. And then she felt it, the slight expansion. Dickie’s grunt wasn’t hard to interpret. She steeled herself. She’d never allowed anyone to ejaculate in her mouth before, and here she was meekly accepting it.

Except that suddenly her mouth was empty.

“Keep your mouth good and shut!” Basher ordered.

That was a relief. For all of two seconds, until her face was splattered with sperm. It felt like there was loads of the stuff, an unnatural amount. Tess was glad she’d kept her eyes shut now. A huge spurt had struck her forehead and was dribbling down over her eyelids. She could feel the sticky goo on the bridge of her nose, on her cheeks, chin, and on her lips.

And just when she thought it was over, there was a new grunt. She assumed it was John. More huge spurts struck her face all over, glazing her. Her face coated in goo, she remembered her ex-husband complaining that she was too squeamish. Maybe she was. She’d never let this happen, not with anyone. Yet here she was, her face dripping with sperm.

“Get up!” Basher snarled. She felt the collar round her neck.

If she opened her eyes to see, she’d get semen in them. If she opened her mouth to object, she’d get sperm in it. She rose awkwardly to her feet.

“Walk!” Basher barked.

She got the sense it wasn’t Basher who was guiding her forwards. She also sensed the direction, and however difficult it was to walk, she didn’t want to open her eyes anymore. She was guided forwards slowly until she felt cold glass against nipple. Her nipples betrayed her instantly by hardening some more. She thought of all those men out there watching and felt mortified at knowing they were regarding her naked body and her face plastered with male ejaculate.

“Why?” she said, and instantly a trickle of cum slid over her lip.

She closed her mouth again. A hand was moving up behind her, between her thighs. Fingers touched her labia, then forced their way in between, two fingers pushing up into her. She couldn’t withstand the sudden thrill, cursing her pussy for being such a traitor.

She heard a soft, female voice in her ear. “Look at them, Obedia! See how much they want you?”

Soft fingers were suddenly wiping the cum away from her eyes as those other fingers dug deeper into her. Reluctantly she opened her eyes. The men’s eyes said it all. Tess couldn’t bear to think what might happen if there wasn’t a plate glass window between them. Her pussy did, though, heating up from the fingers digging into her, from the look of all those cocks being steadily wanked.

She was standing straight in front of Doctor Morgan, who had once been her GP. She didn’t want to look at him, not in the eye, not in the eyes that seemed fixated on her cum-glazed face. Instead she looked down, getting an eyeful of his stiff, excited cock. So excited, in fact, that he was spurting. Jets of semen struck the window and began easing their way down the glass.

Tess’ lips parted in amazement. Cum dribbled into her mouth. She didn’t care. One of the men she couldn’t quite place was cumming now, his sperm shooting out over the window too. She gasped out loud. She was producing her own fair share of creamy liquid now, the fingers in her pussy almost forcing it out of her.

“Look at them!” the soft female voice whispered in her ear. “Imagine how badly they want to satisfy their lust with you, Obedia! Imagine how badly they want to do stuff until their cocks are quite limp. Imagine how badly they want to fuck you, Obedia!”

Her treacherous pussy wouldn’t complain if those fingers were replaced with a big hard cock. She could feel herself slowly working back to near climax level. More spunk was landing on the window, but the strange thing was that the men who came didn’t soften in the least, just kept on wanking. They couldn’t be real, but they seemed real enough, their spunk did. But then she had spunk on her face from two animated mannequins.

“You think too much,” the cabbie reminded her.

Perhaps she did. The cum on her face was slowly seeping into her pores. She stared at the men, saw them looking at her face. She looked down at their cocks. All of them stiff, all of them being wanked hard. She sought out Professor Evans, who was still looking suitably ashamed of himself. More spurts struck the window, but where from she couldn’t tell. She kept her eyes on Professor Evans, who was a nice man. The fingers continued to probe her, and she was finding it impossible to withstand. Her hard nipples pushed against hard glass. Those aborted orgasms only served to inflame her arousal. What if she touched herself, her clit? What if she came for Professor Evans?

But as she moved her arm to touch herself, Basher’s voice rang out loud and harsh. “Do not touch yourself! Turn around!”

The fingers left her, and she was left to do as she was told, wondering why there must be this charade. The woman was standing a short distance in front of her, naked, with full voluptuous breasts. Was she one of those weird mannequins too?

“Bend over!” Basher commanded, standing a little way off.

She hesitated.

“It’s alright, Obedia,” the cabbie said. “Diana’ll hold you.”

So Tess did as she was told, unable to think of any other course of action, her torso ending up virtually horizontal, with Diana supporting her, the woman’s breasts resting on the back of her head.

“Back up, Obedia!” Basher barked.

It only took a step with each foot for Tess’ buttocks to push against the plate glass.

“Legs further apart!” Basher commanded.

Tess complied, trying not to imagine how she must look to the men outside. There was movement to her right, someone moving in underneath her. She trembled slightly. Fingers touched her labia.

“That’s right!” Basher said. “Open her up!” The fingers pulled Tess’ pussy lips apart. Basher continued, “Open Obedia up good and proper! Let those men get a good view of the snatch they’re so desperate to stick those hard cocks into!”

Tess couldn’t believe any of it. She imagined the men standing there, staring at her the gaping hole that should be private. It was too much to bear, especially since Basher was saying, “Look how eager they all are to fuck Obedia’s tight little snatch!”

“Why are you humiliating me like this?” she whispered.

“Humiliating you?” Basher laughed. “No, Obedia. Nothing’s happening to you that isn’t somewhere in your own mind. We’re just making it come true.”

That couldn’t be it, Tess decided. But the brief spark of resistance was spent, and now she stood there, a slight tremble running through her at the very idea that Basher might be right.

“Think of it this way, dear,” Diana said. “We’re helping you appear very desirable.”

Sure, Tess thought. Any woman would appear desirable to a man in these circumstances.

“Woops!” Basher said gleefully. “There blows another one. They really are keen to fuck your gaping cunt, Obedia!”

Just as Tess was wishing she could sink through the floor, she felt it. The tongue. She couldn’t be sure if it was the same one as when she’d been sitting on the display platform, if it was male or female. All she knew was that it was being dragged across her clit. Her body responded with a sharp surge of elation. Lips closed round her clit, trying to grip hold of it and extend it, then the lips moved, finding a position where the tongue could dart straight up into the private entrance that was on full display.

There was a renewed emergence of fluid. It wasn’t something she could prevent, even if she’d wanted to. The tongue slid further into her as the lips moved, munching on her giddy sex. Tess tried hard to hold back, not wanting to show the excitement she was feeling, but it was impossible. Her lips parted, and a long moan emerged from deep down in her throat.

“She really loves being eaten,” the cabbie said.

“Of course she does,” Diana interjected. “What woman doesn’t?”

“The important thing is how Obedia feels about having it done to her with all those horny men watching,” Basher decided. “Do you like that, Obedia?”

Tess refused to answer that. As the tongue moved back to her clit and fingers slid inside her hole, she was beginning to feel that she couldn’t care less. But she wasn’t going to give Basher the satisfaction. Instead she moaned lustily.

Basher snapped his fingers. “Thomas! If Obedia isn’t going to say anything, she might as well put her mouth to good use!”

Fingers slid deep inside Tess, the tongue circled her clit, abruptly changing direction in mid-flow. She knew what she coming, but couldn’t bring herself to care, moaning again as the tongue slithered across her burning sex. Diana handed her over to Thomas. Tess understood that Thomas was an animated mannequin too, because his legs adjusted the way Dickie’s had, to allow his cock to find its level directly in front of her face. “Suck on it!” he demanded.

How easy it would be if it was always like this. Tess was hardly thinking of the men outside, the fingers and the tongue that were manipulating her driving almost every thought out of her head beyond the desire to climax. Thomas’ cock entered her mouth, stiff meat making demands on her. “Suck on it good,” Thomas said. “Show me how hungry you are!”

She did her best, she really did. But with her pussy edging ever closer to the point of climax, Tess couldn’t quite concentrate on the cock in her mouth.

“Diana!” Basher cried. “Hold Obedia in place so that Thomas can fuck her face properly!”

“My pleasure!” Diana said.

Part of Tess wanted to protest, but the other part just wanted to be able to feel pleasure without thinking or having reservations. Like Dickie before him, Thomas seemed to know exactly how far he could go without causing her discomfit. This amazed her, or it would have done if she’d actually thought much about it. All she knew was that there was a big cock moving back and forth as it used her mouth, and that her pussy was tightening round two fingers while a tongue lashed at her clit. Surely this time she would orgasm?

Basher snapped his fingers. Instantly Thomas pulled out of her and the tongue on her clit disappeared.

“No!” Tess cried. “Please don’t stop!” She was astonished to hear herself.

Basher gave an evil chuckle. “Finally you’re getting into the spirit of things, Obedia. Turn around!” Tess made to stand up straight to turn, but Basher barked out, “As you are!”

Diana helped to support Tess as she turned awkwardly. Outside the men were still staring at her, still stiff, still wanking; rivulets of sperm were trickling down the window.

“Place your hands on the window, Obedia!” Basher commanded. “Support yourself!”

Tess did as she was told. She caught Sam staring at her as if she was there for his pleasure alone and averted her eyes. The trouble was that wherever she looked there were other eyes full of unrepentant lust, other stiff cocks.

“Keep your eyes open, Obedia!” Basher barked. “Look at them! Let them see your pretty little face while Thomas fucks you!”

Shame punched Tess in the gut. Mention of her face reminded her of the sperm that was still glued to her face, soiling her skin and possibly her reputation, making her dirty in more ways than one. Then Thomas placed his hands on her, she felt his hard cock push against her.

He penetrated her with more force than was strictly speaking necessary. Tess’ mouth flew open and she uttered something between a shriek and a moan. However her face looked, she could see the enjoyment on the faces of the men outside. That embarrassed her. She felt herself go hot and red.

“You’re gonna get fucked, Obedia!” Basher sneered. “Fucked really hard!”

That was true. As Thomas got into his groove, Tess found herself thinking that she hadn’t known it was possible to be fucked so hard. To her it felt like every thrust of his cock was like that of an industrial machine, every thrust pounding in her ears. It became impossible for her to close her mouth. Her eyes were open, but she didn’t see. She wasn’t exactly screaming, but she wasn’t silent either, “Aarrghh-oohhh-aaa-eee!”

Thomas was really laying into her, hammering the depths of her cavern with his cock. And then she felt the tongue. It was back, teasing her clit. She screwed up her face, feeling the congealed sperm on her face crack. She was emitting random vowel sounds now, “Aaaa-eee!”

She was aware of nothing now except the hard pole hammering away at her insides and the soft tongue sliding across her clit. As her pussy tightened she allowed herself to cry out louder, “Aaa-III-ooo!” It wasn’t just her pussy that was contracting; her head, her whole body felt like they were going to explode.

“This time you cum, Obedia!” Basher said, though she barely heard his voice. “Cum for the men outside! Let them see your face as you cum!”

They could see her, but there was no way Tess could keep from screwing her eyes shut as her mouth opened wider and her face contorted. “Aaaah-oh-oh-oh-oh!” She was shaking uncontrollably, the chain rattling against the floor. It was all she could to stay on her feet as her pussy tightened and everything became concentrated to the spasms that gripped her. Dimly she realised that as her pussy contracted, Thomas was firing his spunk deep inside her.

“Open your eyes!” Basher commanded.

When Tess did so, everything was a blur, not just because she was still reeling from her climax, but because the outside of the plate glass was awash with sperm. Dimly she was aware that the men were applauding.

“Blow your admirers a kiss!” Basher said.

Tess tried to push away from the window as she brought her hand to her mouth and gestured to the men. Then there was a whirr as the drapes started to close.

She stumbled back, trying to stand upright, but forced to sink to the floor. Looking around, she could only locate Basher and the cabbie, and the mannequins in the corner.

“Well, we got there in the end,” the cabbie said, his pixelated head as unnerving as ever. “Actually we were expecting you to put up a bit more resistance. Perhaps you’re not as repressed as we thought.”

Tess was in no fit state to take this in. There was sperm dribbling out of her pussy and sticking to her face, and her legs felt like jelly. She was still not quite safe on her feet as she dressed and was lead back out to the taxi by the cabbie.

They could at least have let her clean herself off, she thought, as the familiar nocturnal townscape passed before her eyes, a reassuring sight after her surreal adventure.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it, really,” the cabbie told her. “Think of it as a bonus.”

She stared into the rear view mirror, still seeing nothing but pixels where a face should be. A bonus? Flushing with shame, Tess caught herself thinking that a bonus would be if the cabbie got in the back with her and had his wicked way.

“Sorry, love,” the cabbie said. “No encores. Not my job.”

“What is your job?”

“Looking after you.”

Tess didn’t know how to respond to that. But she did have one question she needed the answer to. “The men. Outside. Where they real, or just some kind of mirage?”

The cabbie didn’t answer at once. Then he said, “Well, I s’pose you might as well know. They were as real as people ever are.”

Dread set Tess’ stomach churning. Sam, Professor Evans. What if she was fired?

“But I wouldn’t worry about it, love. Nothing bad’ll come of it.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because it never does. We make sure of that.”

“How?”

The cabbie’s hand came up, and it looked to Tess as if he was tapping his pixelated nose. “Trade secret,” he said. “But I’m telling it straight. There’ll be no comeback. At least nothing bad. Scouts’ honour.”

Tess wanted to pursue this line of conversation, but now they were pulling up outside her home.

“Right,” the cabbie said, “here you are. But before I go, I need you to scoot upstairs and get the figurine for me.”

“Don’t I get to keep it?” Tess said, thinking how nice it looked between her flowerpots.

“No, love. It has to be passed on,” the cabbie said.

Tess took her time, visiting the bathroom to clean her face before she went back out to the waiting taxi.

“Great!” the cabbie said as she held the figure out to him. “What I want you to do before I take it from you, is kiss it, and nominate the next person to have their deepest desires fulfilled.”

Hoping desperately that no-one saw her perform the strange act, Tess did as he said. To her amazement, before her lips had left the plaster, the cabbie was saying, “The good professor. Well, that makes sense, I suppose.”

“But I wasn’t finished thinking,” Tess complained, handing the figurine to the cabbie.

“Doesn’t matter,” the cabbie said. “It’s first thoughts that count. Now, time for me to be on my way.”

Tess’ lips trembled as she forced the words out. “Thank you. For… tonight… everything. Whoever you are.”

“My pleasure,” the cabbie replied. “Thanks for being a good sport, Tess.”

She stood there watching until she could no longer see the rear lights, wondering what exactly this would mean for the future.