A Dark Star Story - Sombre Horizon

My mouth next to her left ear I quietly offer "Remember... Remember when you packed your bags last week"

"Mmmpph" she offers her mouth clamped shut over her need to cry out.

"someone... someone told you to watch your ...watch your step be...careful of who ...who you meet." I continue my words truncated on heavy breaths as I thrust steadily into her tight little asshole.

"Yesss." She offers gasping for breath against the sensation her body is enduring.

"Keep away... from strange men." I continue to goad her

"Yesss" she offers on the shuddering submission of her body to us.

"We're those men!"

Punctuating my statement with a harsh thrust, that pushes my hips forward as my dick slips as deep as I can into her body as she cries out finally.

Steve grabs her hips as I pull back her shoulders, the chain lead around her neck pulls taught, her hands pull at her cuffs and her restrained lower legs pull forward as we begin to fuck her mercilessly.

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Stirring I hear her rise herself cautiously and deliberately slowly from the bed. She moves deftly so as to not wake either of us, she fails.

To my left Steve sleeps heavily, she's not woke him, his thunderous snoring undisturbed as it echoes around the room. I hear the door creak a little on opening and I watch her naked silhouette slip into the illuminated corridor.

I leave it a few minutes I listen, hearing her remove the posture collar that had sat tightly around her neck, I hear her move around the flat locating and retrieving her clothing. Only then do I swing my legs over the right hand side of the bed, standing a little fuzzy headed and bleary eyed from a lack of solid sleep I head for the door. Three bodies in a double bed was not conducive to any kind of comfort.

I find her at the main door, trying to frustratedly work the latch. She's dressed now just as she had been in the bar, although the tights that are torn and strewn across the bedroom floor are missing, and I wonder if she retrieved her underwear before departing the bedroom.

"Drop the button down ...turn the handle" I offer as I approach in the dim room.

Lyndsay turns to face me startled, but her hands figure out the lock and open the door even as she looks to me, there's a look of shock across her face at being caught in the act of beating a hasty retreat.

"Got what you wanted so you're running out on us?" I offer hiding the jokey nature of my question on a hushed tone.

"I'm... I'm sorry I... I...just..."

"It's alright..." I lightly chuckle, "...I won't speak for Steve but I'm not offended."

"I just..." she still can't find the words to describe her actions, no doubt her emotions mixed given everything that transpired since the moment she stepped through the same door that she now holds ajar.

"Honestly..." I offer. "I get it ...and to be honest again it's always a little awkward when girls just hang around... Steve's breakfasts aren't all that."

She pulls open the door, a slightly confused look crossing her face, adding to the cocktail of emotions she must feel as I dismiss her rather coldly. I speak the truth but the unspoken truth was that Lyndsay had been little more than a number, a pretty face and a good body to have encountered and taken advantage of, there'd been others like her. There would be plenty of others like her. In the Eighteen months since the bar had opened she was nothing more than a statistic, practically once a week Steve and myself found an individual as gullible as easy to manipulate as young Lyndsay.

Students nights would increase that potential pot of pretty little dumb fucks, especially the young impressionable ones. The ones that Lyndsay fell squarely into the category of. It was always the unique ones, always the ones that had a little something more about them that were worth pursuing, worth inviting back, worth keeping locked away here or in the cellar to test and explore. By being little more than a pretty brunette mannequin Lyndsay was saving herself a future that would only in time become bleak torment. The challenging ones always faced that fate in exchange for whatever they brought to the party.

I knew Steve would with out shadow of doubt factor an argument in Lyndsay's favour, I knew he'd be disappointed to let her slip from our collective grip, he always was. There wasn't a cellar big enough for Stevie. The switch I could control he could not. His psychological barriers revolved not just around rejection of himself as a person but manifest in a fear of harming others through rejection. It's why I made the calls ultimately, the fate of Georgie the Nursery School Teacher had taught us that, if it had taught us nothing else.

Lyndsey steps awkwardly back over the threshold, I can only imagine her discomfort as in her little black Vans branded pumps she negotiates the thirteen steps that head down the stairs to the front door. I cross the room and stand unashamedly naked at the top of the stairs.

"Do you know where we are... do you know where you're headed?"

"I'll ping an Ubër" she offers without turning around.

"The GPS Generation," I offer softly yet sarcastically, forgetting how even at barely 15 years younger than myself this generation operate so much differently than how I did. Taking for granted the privileges Steve and I never had, probably wouldn't have had even if tech had permitted.

"Sorry what?" she offers on reaching the bottom step and opening the external door without any trouble.

"Don't worry..." I offer, "We'll see you in the bar soon then Lyndsay?"

The look of guilt and remorse on her face says otherwise as she glance back to me with the weakest of smiles, "Maybe ...Yeah ...Yeah soon."

She's not convincing.

"Next time you wanna broaden those horizons."

I close the internal door with not even the courtesy of offering her a goodbye as I hear the outside door close. I doubt we'll see young naive Lyndsay again, just as I doubt she'll ever recount to anyone the night she met Stevie and myself.

I'm tired. I make my way to my own bed, no genuine idea as to what time it is as I hear the unmistakable noise of a Diesel Engine Taxi idling in the street outside. As I crash down into the bed I hear a car door open and close and the Taxi pulling away in to the night.