Taken... by the Darkness

It was a pleasantly cool October night. The sky was clear with both stars and moon shining down on Lynden in full brilliance as she walked her dog - Bear - for his nighttime constitutional before bedtime. She chuckled quietly to herself with the knowledge that despite the recent and recurring dreams of being 'taken' by a known intruder which had haunted her of late, and that indeed they had been just that - dreams; she still had made sure to lock the front door behind her as they began their short walk around the block.

As they turned the corner off the Oceanfront Boulevard and cut through the condominium parking lot to the second row street, she pulled the front zipper up on her sweatshirt hoodie a little higher. Given the relative warmth of the night, Lynden had left the house wearing only the comfy hoodie over her cotton tee and lightweight flannel pajama bottoms. She had slipped on her tennis shoes, but hadn't bothered to tie them, since she was just slipping out for a short walk.

As they reached the end of the parking lot and turned onto the second row street, she looked down to find Bear trotting along right beside her. A mix of part Husky - part Australian Shepherd - he had the makings of being an excellent watchdog, let alone a great family pet. Lynden took no small pride in her efforts to rescue him from the inevitable fate that comes from being a stray dog. He had taken nicely to being around her family and home, having bonded with her and the kids. She felt confident that he now knew where he belonged... and where he found his home.

They wound their way along the darkened backstreet, which was illuminated only in intermediate spots by tall utility streetlamps atop regular power poles, in lieu of the usual more frequent dedicated streetlights. But still, she felt fairly safe as the street was lit for the most part, with dark shadows only to be found in certain places alongside the various rental homes spaced down the street. At this time of year, they were largely unoccupied, unless they had been rented on a short-term basis until the return of the vacation beach season.

Lynden and Bear came upon the community dumpster located in the shadows beside a large overhanging tree at the right side of the street. She had passed it a thousand times before, but yet it had never failed to attract either of her dogs notice. Even now, Bear's ears perked up at the approach, alert to something...most likely the scent of disposed food trash etc. But he was being good... still alert as he continued to keep pace with her brisk stride as they left it behind them.

It happened then... when a pair of hands grabbed Lynden from behind, one around her mouth and the other around the waist. Lynden felt the strength behind the grasp as she was jerked up onto her toes and held against a warm hard body, much taller and definitely more powerful than her. Although stunned for a second, she began struggling against her unknown assailant with all her strength. The only response was a low growl and a tightening of the hands around her, whereby Lynden was lifted right off her feet with legs flailing helplessly against what had to be a man's legs, as she was carried off the street and to her left in the nearby shadows beside an unoccupied rental home.

Lynden felt the heat emanating from his body, the hardness and power, and her breath caught as it was suddenly all too real... the stark knowledge that this was no dream. Oh... Fuck! She was truly caught... and under his power. She could almost taste her fear as she dangled helplessly against him. Bear was no help, despite his growling, for this was much more than just chasing stray cats - a new experience for him as well.

Her body jumped when his low whisper feathered across her ear, "Do you understand that you're under my power? That there's nothing you can do escape me? Nod your head that you agree... and understand your situation." Lynden shivered in his hard grasp at this glaring statement, but was forced to concede its truth. Oh Fuck... Fuck, Fuck! It's him! She nodded her head in quick acknowledgment. He went on... "Do what I say... Exactly what I say... And everything will be alright. But... If you fight me, it will go harder for you. Nod your head if you understand this too." Again, after a slight hesitation, she tucked her chin... buying time for the moment.

Despite the small hope of escape that lingered in her consciousness, cold shivers ran down her spine as his hand at her waist tightened, pulling her hard against his warmth before allowing her to slide down and touch feet against the ground. Lynden was unnerved to feel his evident arousal press briefly into her ass as she stood against him. Her mind reeled at the thought that more than likely this was not going to be just a confrontation, but more possibly a sexual assault.

Her mind began to race. But before she had time to think he pushed her against the side of the rental home, so that she was pressed against the cold wall of hardboard siding. The bodily pressure he put on her back forced her head to turn to the side. Lynden could see down the side of the home toward the street where the dark shadows were dispersed by the existing streetlight. Unfortunately, alongside the home there was thick underbrush and trees that conspired to hide them both where it was dark and quiet; no one was around nor was anyone coming down the street. Just Bear and her... and him. Bear was lying down on all fours, alert, but looking at her with a quizzical look. Poor Boy, he's as perplexed as I am with what to do.

Lynden really couldn't see much more than that... but in a moment it didn't matter anymore, for after fumbling against her briefly, her captor produced a loosely tied scarf which he soon looped over her head and eyes, rendering her sense of sight mute from then on. But, it didn't end there, for after gathering each of her wrists above her head by his one large hand, and then after some additional searching in a jacket pocket, he came up with a large-sized bungee hair tie whereby he proceeded to tie her wrists together.

He pressed up against Lynden such that she could feel the muscles of his hard chest pressed into her back. He used his much taller body and one arm to press her shoulders against the siding in such a way that the mere force pinned her arms about her head as well. Her head still forced to side... it could at least be braced and rest a bit against her arms. But still, trapped between him and the wall she had nowhere to move and no way to escape his grasp. He ran his free hand down her arm and shoulder, then along her side... coming to rest upon her hip before grasping and pulling her against his own pelvis, while nestling his own erection in the clothed cleft of her fanny.

"I think that I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, since you've tried to 'lock me'... unsuccessfully I might add... out of your life," he said coldly. "Cross your legs at the ankles," he ordered as he used a foot to nudge Lynden's legs together. He tightened his grip on her hip and brought his other hand into play by gripping her neck, tilting it back slightly to whisper, "Don't fight it."

His hand slipped towards the back of her neck, sliding into the ponytail of her moonlit colored hair and pulling her head back slightly. He lowered his head and captured her mouth with his. Her head held still between her raised arms she was unable to turn her face away, yet she held her lips tightly sealed, prohibiting his seeking tongue entrance. Undeterred, he slid his tongue along her lower lip, relishing in the softness and taste of her.

"Lynden. When will your stubbornness and independence ever end? I'm beginning to think that you're very much the defiant and naughty girl! Better yet, perhaps you like being 'taken' without consent?" He said in a low voice with some noticeable amusement. But with that, he laced his fingers deeper into the ponytail next to her scalp, pulling both her hair and head harder this time causing her to gasp. His mouth came down hard on hers, lips taking possession of her mouth like a man bent on proving something.

His mouth left hers then, to open over the turn of her jaw, the curve of her delicate throat, skimming lower still, until he found her exposed neck above the hoodie. Using his tongue-tip, he traced a line from just under her ear to the nearby shoulder curve, alternating gentle nips of her skin with his teeth. Lynden shuddered then, and a soft whimper escaped from her lips.

With arms forced above her head, Lynden's hoodie and cotton tee underneath were pulled up to bare her midriff - the small of her back along with the flat curve of her tummy. She gasped as her feverish skin made contact with the cool of his hand as released from her hip. Goosebumps broke out in advance of the graze of his fingertips tracing an arc from the flair of hips and fanny to her side and back... moving side-to-side, but progressively higher. Ohhh... what things his hands do to me!

Suddenly, she came to the shocking realization that she was wet. Although scared by him and the unknown, she didn't really believe that he would hurt her... but still, Lynden also felt herself getting turned on by the irony of a nonconsensual act along with his purposeful care of her. As he continued to glide his fingertips over her exposed body, she couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together, clenching her sex involuntarily in anticipation.

At that moment, as if he could read her mind, he whispered in her ear, "Sweetheart, tighten your pussy for me... I bet it tingles doesn't it?" Lynden was shocked to find this shared truth, but soon became lost in the caress of his hand as it progressed over the flair of her upper back and shoulder blades. She bit her lip at the recollection of times past, where his hands had 'loved' her entire body without exception.

"I can't reach you... touch you, as I would want," he whispered. He grasped her around the waist again with his arm, pulling her lower body away from the sided wall. "Bend a little bit... arching your back" he instructed as Lynden complied with his command. "You can slide your arms and shoulders down the wall in order to both rest and brace yourself, but push your fanny out." She moved to comply with his new wish. "That's it. Such a good girl." He gave her a squeeze around the waist, capped off by pressing his arousal back into the cleft of her ass, moving his legs beside to control her own.

With one hand braced against her shoulders to enforce contact with the house exterior, he removed his arm from around her waist to place a hand on the small of her lower back. From there, using his fingertips, he traced a line partway up her spine under both hoodie and tee. He then skimmed fingernails over her shoulder blades, before kneading his way back down one side of her spine to the other. Working fingertips inside-to-out over her back in an erotic massage designed to both arouse and relax her.

Not content with this progress, his hand returned to Lynden's upper back in order to unclasp her bra and free her ample breasts, which produced another shudder from her in anticipation of what came next. Fingernails blazed a trail over her stomach, tracing teasing circles around her belly button, before skimming across her ribcage. Her breath shortened as his hand inched ever higher toward her jutting breasts. He well knew that they sat high and erect on her. And truth be told, a prominent characteristic that most women envied of her. But being a methodical soul, he sought to verify their quality for himself with great pleasure.

He used the fingernail of his index finger to trace the crease between her breasts and ribcage, collecting a bit of her evident heat and perspiration along the way. Moving upward, he took his time in caressing the soft but firm lower curves of each breast. Before moving any higher, his fingertips found her cleavage moist and hot, which he paused to collect before finding each nipple in turn. Using the moisture, he traced circles around each areola and nipple, which produced another pronounced moan from her.

Alternating between breasts, he pinched and rubbed each nipple between thumb and forefinger, seeking to illicit a blend of both pain and pleasure for her. Another gasp escaped from her lips, but more telling of her arousal, was the involuntary thrust of both her breast into his hand, as well as her delightful fanny against his erection. Sightless, Lynden's senses compensated seemingly... by feeling every millimeter of nuance to his touch, whether of softness or delicious friction, keen edge or pressure. Oh Phfffh... Fuck... Fuck. He's gonna drive me wild... maybe even crazy. This time, she tightened her pussy and clenched her thighs on her own accord to build her arousal and hunger for release.

"You like my hands on you without your consent... don't you?" he offered in a lowered voice. "Tell me that you like being handled with purpose... being taken and touched against your will in this way?" But when he received no reply, he twisted the nipple still in his grasp... in retaliation. She jerked at his small punishment, offering a pitched whimper in answer. "Now, let's try that again... tell me the truth, do you like being taken in this way by me?"

"Y...yyeess." She answered hesitantly. To which he squeezed her breast again.

"Louder. Make up your mind. I can't hear you", he instructed. "Yes." She uttered with more conviction. "That'll do for now." As he released some pressure from his hold on her. "Lynden. Things going forward from now will go much easier for you... if you just admit the honest truth to my questions. Will you do that for me... for us... my beautiful?"

"Yes", came her prompt reply.

He shifted his hand from her shoulder to cup the unattended breast, seeing to that delicious mix of pain and pleasure he knew she secretly desired. In exchange, his other hand dropped to glide over the expanse and curve of her delightful fanny. After completing a slow but methodical canvas of her curves... he paused as if considering what next to do. Hmmm... I wonder? Then he slid it underneath the waistband of her flannel pajama pants, his fingers grazing lightly over the skin on her buttock and hip.

Lynden struggled to catch her breath at the light but purposeful caress nearing her sex. His chest rumbled with a smooth chuckle when his hand slid even further around to her mound... discovering only smooth skin and a small tuft of hair. His resonant voice rasped out in her ear. "Hmmm. No panties... you're such a delightfully wicked and naughty girl, aren't you?" Her only reply was a moan laden with evident longing.

He slowly pushed her bottoms away from her sex, and pressed his palm directly against her. She heard his sharp intake of breath, and her face felt hot with shame. "Lynden... oh how you stir me," he admitted in a gasp. Lynden's lower lip began to tremble.

"Ohhh... Fuck," she stammered then, feeling both a little humiliated but more aroused by his sheer delight in her. He chuckled, gently separating her labia with his fingers. "I wonder if you know just how intoxicating you are to me, Lynden? Nothing can hide you're allure... and you never fail to arouse all of my senses. I think that I walk around most days, already half-hard from my senses of you," he replied, beginning to gently explore her inner folds and entrance.

She felt as if she would melt, and suddenly glad for the wall in which to hold herself up. As he stroked her pussy, she felt the pleasurable heat inside of her grow progressively stronger and more intense. He lightly teased the area around her clit, and Lynden wet her lips parched by her panting desire.

"Hmmm... you like it when I touch your pussy, don't you Lynden? Tighten it for me." He asked. She nodded her head, trying her hardest to collect her senses, which were rapidly deserting her. He stopped stroking her and slowly removed his hand. He raised a finger or two to her lips, which she soon realized by scent and touch, were wet with her hunger. "My fingers are wet from your desire, Lynden. Clearly you do want this," he said. At their departure, she couldn't help but be further aroused by both the sound and imagination of him as he put his fingers in his mouth, audibly savoring the taste of her.

Not content with the exploration of his captive so far, he announced, "Let's take a closer look at the state of your arousal... shall we? Needless to say, please don't move!" With that, while placing one hand lightly on the small of her back to encourage her compliance, he bent at the knees to take in the wonderful curves of her fanny. A short pause to balance himself better, he then placed both hands on her hips, one each side, and volunteered, "Woman... I could get lost in your curves", accentuated by a firm finger grasp using both hands. She needs to remember just how animalistic in my desire I can become with her!

He went on to massage the small of her back near the waistband with thumbs and palms. From there, he progressed simultaneously across each upper cheek, making the circumference around and below to the juncture of lower curves and thighs. Kneading her muscles with his fingertips, he made sure to both spread and clench her crease in order to continue her sweet torment.

At last, he tucked his fingertips into her pajama waistband, and slowly began to shimmy them down and over the sweet curve of her fanny, progressively revealing sensuous skin a little at a time. As more and more of her delicious skin was revealed to him, he alternated using his lips and tongue-tip to traced lines back-n-forth across her curves, highlighted by impromptu gentle nips of her skin with his teeth. Lynden shuddered repeatedly, and goose bumps bloomed as a prolonged whimper reached his ears from above.

Having kissed his way to the lower crease of her buttock and inner thighs, he paused to punctuate his progress with one last little nip or two of his lips and teeth to buttocks and thigh. After a last skimming of his fingernails along the backs of her inner thighs, he settled back to take in her glorious features, where he determined what he would then do to her. He began with methodical fingertips to work his way from top-to-bottom of her curves, moving side-to-side as he worked his way lower. He could smell the scent of her arousal from his vantage point.

Lynden felt one of his fingertips tease the beginning of her crease from above, lazily charting a trail toward her ass. She gasped as his finger paused to circle the sensitive rim of her ass, before covering the short distance across the perineum to her pussy, coming to thump and rest on her clit. She groaned and involuntarily pushed toward him, her fanny arching with evident desire. She almost screamed as his slid a forefinger inside her wetness, gently and teasingly. Most of her self-control was tattered as she writhed in union with his probing touch.

Any protest in resistance to him came out as one long, incoherent moan as the incredible sensations traveled up her body, the gentle penetrations and inner caresses of his finger making her wordless with desire. Slowly, in and out his finger thrust, her tight labia dragging against it, almost as if afraid to let his finger go. His probing making her wetter, wider, and wilder. Her hips move up and down of their own accord and her hands fisted above her head.

He inserted a second finger, which was accompanied by deeper moans that were music to his ears. The nectar of her body sweet to his smell. He could feel the responsive tightness of her interior, making his cock ache to be let out of the confines of his pants and buried inside of her delightful pussy. Twisting his fore and index fingers with the palm down, he extended his thumb up the labia length and found the hardened little nub at the top. He added gentle circling, rubbing, and mild thumping to his other ministrations.