The Village

Naomi Dawson's heart raced as she cautiously navigated through the bustling Crown Inn.

Around her laughter and chatter intermingled with the clinking of glasses. The warmth of the venue tonight felt oddly oppressive, wrapping around her like a tight embrace, amplifying the twinge of anxiety that gnawed at her insides.

With every step, she ensured her knee-length fawn coat remained securely fastened, shielding against the scrutinizing glances of the patrons, were they to even glimpse what lay beneath. As she approached the table she felt exposed even though she was not as her husband Glenn leaned back, an air of confidence surrounded him as he flashed her a knowing almost cocky smile.

Tonight, had been planned, orchestrated by his suggestion. Naomi wearing a provocative secret beneath the tailored overcoat, a daring ensemble of new black silk lace-trimmed lingerie that hugged her figure like a second skin. She felt a mix of thrill and apprehension as she passed familiar faces to sit herself back down opposite of her husband. She knew that even covered up it was the attire that made her feel uneasy and exposed, alongside of the very act of being here seductively dressed in public that amplified her nerves.

Paranoia washed over her, as it had done since she had stepped through the entrance an hour ago. She knew they were not, but she felt as though every eye in the room was on her and knew her secret.

"Glenn," she offered, her voice a mixture of frustration and uncertainty. "I thought we were getting going?"

Her eyes fell from his to the two fresh drinks that sat upon the table on her return. Condensation running down the sides of her wide rimmed wine glass as if to mock her increasing impatience. Glenn's lips simply curled into a sly smile, the corners of his eyes glinting with mischief.

"One more drink can't harm," he replied smoothly, taking a sip from his pint of Lager before he leaned in and deliberately lowered his voice, as if sharing a secret. "You look fucking incredible... and that's before I get to see what's underneath."

Naomi felt her cheeks flush, a mix of embarrassment and pride ignited by his words as she swept her dark auburn hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear, offering him a demure little smirk of flirtation. At his suggestion she had willing slipped into lingerie beneath her jacket, replicating the night six years previous when she had shown up at his apartment, igniting their passion as she had brazenly dropped her coat in the hallway to reveal a similar black set beneath a long black leather jacket. Tonight felt different, despite the niggle of needing to reignite something, a spark that had dimmed over time. The game they were playing was exhilarating even if now the circumstances felt far too public.

Sat at the table she crossed one stocking clad leg over another as she hurriedly consumed the large glass of white wine, trying to stave off her growing anxiety.

"We'll leave after these... I want you to you'll walk home alone," Glenn stated as his increasingly intense gaze locked on her, his tone serious but laced with excitement. "I've just sent the route you'll take to your phone... don't deviate... I'll be a little behind you."

Naomi's heart thudded in her chest at his instructions.

"What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, incredulity mixing with an unexpected thrill. "You're going to follow me... I'm going to be alone... That was never the plan."

Glenn chuckled softly, leaning closer. "Plans change.... This is just part of the fantasy... I know where I intend to catch up with you.... But you've no idea."

His eyes sparkled with mischief, piquing her exhilaration even further. Naomi's breath quickened at the realisation of what lay ahead. A thrill of nervous excitement shot through her as she finished her drink, glancing around at all the people still feeling like a spotlight was shining upon her, wondering who might see her, who might judge her.

"Ready?" Glenn asked, his voice smooth and encouraging. "I'll give you a two-minute head start."

Naomi felt the rush of adrenaline course through her as she pulled the coat across her slender figure on rising from the table.

"Two minutes..." she muttered, excitement and fear intertwining in her mind.

Glenn nodded as she made eye contact before forcing her feet to move one tentative step at a time toward the exit while her heart danced against her ribcage.

Clutching her coat tightly to her body she took one last look at her husband, who sat back with a devilish grin, watching her every move as she headed towards the main door. Once outside with every step she took away from the safety of The Crown her pulse quickened, and the vibrant chaos of the venue faded behind her as she traversed the quite streets of the Village she knew so well. Streets that seemed to encroach on her, narrow around her as she looked back occasionally but saw no sign of Glenn. Taking a deep breath, she carried on, glancing to her phone despite having already familiarised the route in her mind.

Naomi's heart raced as she ventured alone through the High Street, each step echoing the thrill of anticipation and the click clack of black ankle strap heels on the hard floor of the pavement. What would normally be a familiar, if elongated, route toward home had transformed into path of anticipation. The quaint village, ordinarily a comforting serene space, felt charged with something electric, a pulse that sent shivers down her spine and made the cool autumn air feel warmer against her skin.

As she walked on through the heart of the village, she looked up catching sight of two young men approaching her on the pavement, their laughter ringing out as she passed them. For a brief moment, panic surged through her as their eyes fell over her. They passed her, she did not look back and the fear that had built dissolved but left her heart pounding not. A devilish smirk passed her lips on considering what their reaction might have been had she let the jacket come undone to reveal to them her lingerie clad figure.

In her mind a scenario played out of the two of them leading from the safety of the street before stripping her of her overcoat and delighting whilst feasting hurriedly upon her lingerie clad body as she gasped in sordid pleasure.

Pushing the fantasy aside she continued on, approaching the shadowy alley at the side of the village library, her instincts firing as she took a long look along the pitch-black alleyway that diverted from the well-lit street. What lay ahead was eerie, the village was safe, but she would never ordinarily take the path in the still of night. As she hesitated she glanced to the pentagram symbol carved into the wall of the alley, just one of hundreds of similar symbols that littered the village, on folklore of the past. Momentarily distracted her heart thumped in her chest at the rustling of leaves behind her and the unmistakable sound of footsteps caused her to press on with a far quicker pace, adrenaline flooding her senses once more. The darkness gripped her, but she carried on, fuelled by the thrill of the moment.

Exiting the alley, she stepped into wide expanse of the deserted park, the playground hauntingly silent against the backdrop of the night sky. The swings creaked in the faint breeze, the distant lights of the village casting shadows over the ground. She felt exposed as she crossed the expanse of the park, her pulse racing even faster as she neared the gate on the far side that led directly home through the streets of the modern houses on the edge of the village.

That is when she saw him. Glenn stepped out from behind a towering oak tree, casting a shadow over the path, from the streetlight above the gate that exited the park. His sudden appearance made her gasp, heart leaping into her throat. He wore a knowing smirk, but his voice was teasingly unfamiliar.

"What's a beautiful woman like you doing out all alone?" he inquired, as if he did not recognize her, their game beginning to unfold.

"I'm... I'm heading home... to my husband," she stammered, caught a little off guard by this further twist to the scenario in which she was a willing participant. Immediately caught up in the moment, exhilarated to play along with this thread of danger as they danced between fantasy and reality.

"Well, it's unfortunate for him... and for you... that you took the wrong route." His words dripped with playfulness and menace, and she felt herself respond to the thrill.

Glenn stepped closer, his hands gripping her upper arms. Naomi surrendered fully to the fantasy he crafted. A mix of trepidation and desire that was exhilarating and consuming. As he backed her away from the path toward the metal railings enclosing the nearby children's playground, a shiver of anticipation coursed through her.

In a heartbeat, everything changed. In his clutch Glenn swept her legs away guiding her to the cold, damp ground beneath her. Straddling her waist, he tugged at the belt of her coat. Her heart raced on a blend of excitement and submission as he clutched the belt between his hands. They had once dabbled with the exploration of restraint, it had been a thrilling venture they had shared, but never since. Wrapping the belt around her right wrist, he extended her arms above her head and threading them through the cold steel bars of the fence.

Glenn tightly wrapped the belt around her wrists on the other side of the railing before he secured the two loose ends with a tight knot. Naomi looked up at tied and at his mercy, she felt every sensation sharpen.

"This... this was never... discussed," Naomi offered teasingly.

"Are you going to object?" Glenn offered as she stared up at him on deep breaths of nervous anticipation.

"Do you want me to object?" she teased biting on her lip, "Do you want me to beg you not to do this... and fight you off of me?"

"You can try" he offered in response.

Without another word Glenn unbuttoned her coat, peeling it open to reveal the black lingerie she wore beneath.

"Oh, my fucking god.... you look so perfect," he stated, breaking character for a moment as his intense gaze travelled over her body. "...And you're all mine."

Despite him dropping the façade a devilish grin crept across Naomi's lips at his words, her nerves dissolving into pleasure. Until movement caught her eye, the grin morphed rapidly into terror. A chilling shiver racing down her spin as a shadow flickered behind Glenn. Before she could scream, a masked figure stepped up behind her husband, raising an indistinguishable object over Glenn.

The night lurched from exhilaration to horror. Glenn turned, too late. With a sickening thud, the masked man swung away, the harsh blow landing sickeningly at his right temple. Glenn collapsed beside her, unconscious, and Naomi's heart plummeted into her stomach, the exhilarating fantasy splintered into shards of fear.

"Glenn!" she cried out, her voice erupting from her throat in a desperate plea as the masked man stood over her, the chill in the air now heavy with impending danger. She was no longer caught in the thrill of a fantasy. She was facing a terrifying reality, restrained and hideously vulnerable.

Her mind raced, caught between the overwhelming desire to fight and scream for help as mortified she froze. Her body and voice refusing to react as she tried to comprehend what was happening. Adrenaline coursed through her, but her reaction failed to kicking in, her instincts failed to surge.

In the distance she could hear the sounds of the village in such stark contrast to the silent nightmare unfolding before her.

The masked man crouched as he loomed over her, his words slicing through the thick tension in the night air. "Now little whore... you're all mine."

His deep, gravelly tone sent ice coursing through her veins. Snapping her head desperately towards Glenn, whose body lay across the cold damp floor his head propped up at an angle by the metal railings he had slumped against.

"Glenn... Glenn... please... wake up," Naomi implored, tears welling in her eyes, desperate for any sign of him stirring. Her husband lay there unresponsive as a trickle of blood laced down his face from his right temple.

Sobbing uncontrollably her wrists pulled furiously at their restraint as she felt the weight of the masked individual lay across her, his form pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket. His hands immediately pressing over her exposed skin, tracing the lines of the delicate silk and lace that had made her feel so empowered.

"All dressed up and ready to fuck..." he sneered from behind the balaclava, "...this village deserves better than rancid little whores like you."

Naomi continued to pull her wrists at their restraint. What had been enticing now felt like condemnation, the restraint holding her prone in a compromised positions as panic threatened to swallow her whole. With every touch, every movement, the intensity of the situation shifted. What was once a playful challenge now spiralled rapidly into menacing dark fate. She pulled violently against the unforgiving binding of the belt, her wrists aching under the pressure, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil twisting within her.

"What... what do you want?" she stammered, barely able to meet the gaze of the man who had disturbingly replaced her husband in this harrowing moment. Fear mingled with anger, the instinct to fight growing fiercely.

"Only what you were prepared to give him," he replied, a cold smirk spreading across his lips from behind the balaclava.

The words he stated felt like a betrayal, twisting the once innocent fantasy she had willingly embarked on into something oppressive and terrifying. Suddenly, the sound of stirring beside her broke through the fog of fear. Glenn shifted, a low groan escaping his lips as he came to, attempting to raise himself. In an instant, hope ignited within Naomi, her heart fluttering at the thought that he could still rescue her from this nightmare. She turned her head, her gaze flickering from her husband back to the masked male.

"Glenn," she pleaded, her voice breaking on the edges of despair.

With renewed determination, Naomi locked eyes with the masked attacker, channelling every ounce of her fear into an act of defiance to stave off his attack as her husband recovered.

"You want me?" she snarled, striving to keep her voice steady despite the tremor coursing through her body, seeking to distract him as her husband continued to stir. "You're fucking pitiful... A pathetic little... "

Her words fell short as his posture shifted slightly, Naomi looked down across her exposed body sensing the stir in his dark façade, as she confronted him despite her predicament. His gaze flicking towards Glenn, assessing the threat he posed. Naomi's head turned back towards her husband her heart sinking on discovering Glenn had only slipped further away from her and lay completely motionless once more at her right-hand side.

"Looks like you can drop the act now..." he sneered from behind the mask. "...He ain't gonna rescue you."

"You're not gonna do this," Naomi offered through gritted teeth.

"Oh, I am...," his eyes narrowed as he spoke. "...trust me... you can fight me... you can beg me not too... if that's what you like."

The tension thickened in an electrifying instant, the air crackling with dark intent amongst unfolding chaos as he repeated back to her the sentiments she had offered to her husband minutes earlier. Naomi's heart raced as increased panic flooded her senses. The masked man steadily lowered himself over her. Pressed himself up against her and she clenched her eyes shut on sickeningly feeling his arousal pressed against her.

"It was just a game..." Naomi implored, "... Just a fantasy."

As she pleaded, her voice fully broke over the edge of despair, she fought him as she felt him force her legs apart with his legs. His body weight prying her thighs open with ease despite her resistance. His left hand fell clamped over her mouth, clenching her jaw in a vice like grip, his eyes locking on hers.

"Let's give you what you wanted out of tonight then... the helpless little victim surrendering herself to be dominated."

Naomi whimpered, her eyes darting from him back to her husband who lay inches away from her as she felt her underwear pulled harshly aside as his leather clad fingers stroked briefly across her exposed vagina. She screamed into the gag his hand enforced, her body thrashing wildly as he reached his left hand between their bodies before clamping it firmly over her hip and pressing her against the ground beneath her.

"Can you feel that?" he uttered, as she felt his fingers replaced by the thick tip of his hideously erect penis. Naomi oblivious in her panic to the moment that he had slipped himself through his trousers as he now ground against her. "That's what's gonna fulfil your twisted little fantasy."

"No... please," Naomi begged into his gloved hand. Her body thrashing beneath him to no avail.

"It's pointless to fight me..." he growled as his left hand locked on her hip and dragged towards him stretching her bound arms, "...save your energy... you came here tonight to get fucked... I'm just fulfilling that destiny."

Naomi twisted, arching up from the earth he pinned her to. His arms and hands locking over her body, his strength caging her. She brought her eyes to his defiantly. The thick head of his length pressed steadily against her, slowly parting her open inch by inch. Her body jolting her legs kicking wildly at his side as her walls stretched around him while her husband lay slumped, drawing weak rasping gargled breaths at her side.

Naomi cried out in anguish into his gloved hand as the full length of him sank deeper into her, the stretch burning as invasively and without hesitation he entered her prone body.

Her fingers clawed at the loose ends of the belt around her bound wrists, fingernails tantalisingly catching on the fabric occasionally as she shook her head hard, refusing to accept what was happening to her in the darkness of the night.

"No... No... Stop... Please, stop." She begged into his hand.

Her stifled pleas were ignored as his hips thrust steadily against her pelvis, his entire length and girth now buried inside her slender form as he stretched her body around him. He drew back slowly, dragging nearly every inch out of her, then he thrust harshly forward again, causing her to scream. A scream lost into the gag his hand provided, her wide eyes focused on heavens above her. The twinkling serene stars in such contrast to the assault she began to feel upon her body.

He turned her head towards Glenn as she whimpered and sobbed. Her husband had not moved she observed, as her assailant's left hand dug into her hip and he held her pinned as he adopted a fast-punishing rhythm from the outset.

"Look at him... Look at him," he hissed, leaning close over her. "Completely fucking oblivious...and oh so fucking useless as I fuck you."

His words tore through her mind, further tears welling as she watched her husband's lifeless form as her own body was brutalised by the masked assailant who had viscously attacked them.

Naomi's stocking clad legs kicked as he spread her thighs wider, her body shaking on fear and pent aggression as he pounded into her. Bending her knees, drawing her legs up alongside of him she planted her heels into the ground and struggled, seeking desperately to throw him from her, her effort so pitifully in vain given his superior strength and body weight.

"Am I not doing enough for you?" He sneered, "Do you want me to fuck you harder?"

Naomi braced herself, in doing so she inadvertently pressed herself up against him. Her attempt as escape only serving to ease and alter his angle of his penetration.