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The Chain: Link 6

Date: 10/9/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

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. ...