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."
