Pixie Isobella

Rosamund wondered if her new neighbour was eyeing off her breasts…

A new arrival at the luxurious Crest Estate, Rosamund Clare is not looking forward to meeting her neighbours. Mostly wealthy couples older than her, she already knows she isn’t going to fit in. But soon, she discovers that the exclusive and picturesque Crest Estate has a dark secret…

Will Rosamund be able to escape or will she become the compliant fucktoy for the men of Crest Estate?

Betraying Rosamund: Chapter 1

[Betraying Rosamund contains non-consent erotica, free use, older men fucking younger women and gender betrayal. All characters are over 18 and the story is fully fictional.]

Rosamund wondered if her new neighbour was eyeing off her breasts.

She shoved the thought out of her head and extended her hand for him to shake.

‘Rosamund Clare,’ she smiled at him, glad when he shook with a firm, no-nonsense handshake.

‘Glen Daventry,’ he replied. ‘Welcome to Crest Estate, Miss Clare.’

The words were innocuous enough — as was his seniority at maybe fifteen years older than her — but she was still sure he was ogling her breasts.

‘Thank you,’ she replied instinctively, pushing the thought out of her head. ‘It was kind of you to drop in.’

Rosamund repressed the instinct to tell him that he could call her by her first name. She had been told that people in this part of the country preferred the old formalities and she didn’t want to upset people on her very first day!

She glanced over her shoulder behind her to the foyer area of her house. At least she had gotten the worst of the moving house mess out of the way before her new neighbours started to call.

‘You living on your own?’ the man asked and Rosamund glanced quickly at him again.

The question seemed innocent enough though, his friendly eyes and silver hair reminded her of an old friend of her father’s. She guessed he just wanted to know as much about his new neighbour as possible — or, more likely, she reassured herself, his wife had sent him and he knew she expected to be told all the gossip.

‘Yes,’ Rosamund said. She continued, a bit diffidently. ‘I don’t know if you know — my father’s brother Matthew gave me the house. I’m very lucky! My father died before our grandfather and Uncle Matt inherited all the estate. My uncle thought that was unfair so he gifted this lovely place to me.’

‘That’s kind of him, and some people would say only fair,’ Mr Daventry smiled at her and Rosamund felt herself flushing. ‘We’re very glad to have you here! Do you have any friends on this side of the country? I heard you had moved from interstate?’

‘Yes,’ Rosamund replied, wondering again about his choice of questions — why was it important for him to know whether she had friends close by? ‘I taught at a university,’ she shrugged, not really wanting to talk about her past, at least not until she knew her new neighbour a bit better.

The failure of her last job still tasted like bitter acid in her mouth, not to mention her ex-partner Theo’s collusion with her department manager to ensure her hasty exit from the university where she had taught for nearly ten years.

She had so many reasons to cross the country to live in this unknown place. The offer of a house from Uncle Matt, not to mention the handsome allowance he had insisted on signing over to her, had been a welcome reprieve. But she didn’t want to share everything about her past with strangers — at least, not until she knew them and trusted them a little.

‘Not really any friends,’ Rosamund shrugged, figuring she might as well answer his other question. ‘But I am glad I have such welcoming neighbours!’

In truth, Rosamund was only half glad. She wanted to find out more about her new neighbours before becoming part of their set — and their knowledge that she was practically friendless would only make it harder in future for her to make excuses if she wished to avoid invitations to spend time with them.

Crest Estate was honestly not the kind of place she had ever thought she would live. Living first on a student stipend and then on a junior university professor’s scant income, she had grown used to dingy student accommodation and shabby rentals.

Crest Estate was as far from that as she could imagine — its well-maintained sweeping lawns, manicured hedges and guarded gatehouse glistened luxury and were alien to her.

At least Uncle Matt had assured her that the allowance from the trust he had set up for her would be enough to cover all the costs.

I’ve tied the allowance to the house, of course, he had said, his words seeming odd to her at the time, but she hadn’t been in a position to reject his offer. You’ll need to live there, my dear, like so many of our family have done before you! My wife and I are almost sorry to leave. It’s a beautiful part of the country and a great little community.

Rosamund watched Glen Daventry with suspicion that she tried to hide. She didn’t think she would have much in common with people who had chosen to live in a place like this with its heated swimming pool and spacious lawns large enough to contain the entire neighbourhood where she had used to live.

She chuckled softly to herself at the thought of her old suburb’s diverse community — with its broad selection of extended families and noisy household pets — spread out across Crest Estate’s exclusive lawns. The thought was hilarious, and enough to cheer her up.

With the image still in her mind, she smiled almost warmly at Mr Daventry.

‘It’s lovely to finally be here,’ Rosamund said, and she almost believed it. ‘The move was a nightmare! Although, I do have a lot to do still…’ she broke off, looking tentatively around her new house.

She didn’t actually have that much to do — she hadn’t brought many belongings and she almost felt lost and alone within her new house. Uncle Matt had left his furniture behind at least. But luckily, Glen Daventry recognised the hint and politely accepted it.

‘I’m sure you must have a mountain to do,’ he agreed. ‘I hope you settle in quickly. My wife Lucy will send a dinner invitation. You’ll find we’re a very supportive and friendly community, Miss Clare.’

‘Thank you,’ Rosamund said softly, smiling at the older man as he made his easy departure.

Maybe living at Crest Estate wouldn’t be so bad, she thought, feeling almost positive for a moment.

—

‘How old is she?’

Lucy Daventry spoke over her shoulder to her husband, Glen, as he entered the room. She kept her eyes on the window, though, its height providing a perfect vantage point for spying on her neighbours.

‘Early forties, I reckon,’ Glen said shortly, stepping up beside his wife. ‘And pretty! She’s got an honest smile. I like her already.’

He dropped a casual hand on Lucy’s shoulder and she smiled a secret smile to herself.

When Glen said he liked the new neighbour already, Lucy knew he actually meant he wanted her already.

Lucy allowed herself a small sigh of relief — with the new woman now available for the men to fuck, maybe their close-knit community would finally settle down to some peace and quiet after weeks of anticipation!

‘She’s single,’ Glen said, providing an additional point of relief for Lucy. ‘No friends — in this part of the country at least.’ He shrugged. ‘I couldn’t be certain but I think she’s running from something. That’ll make things easier for us.’

‘Yes, it’s probably helpful,’ Lucy said, still wishing she could see the new neighbour more clearly at this distance. ‘It’ll help us to settle her in.’

After a morning drifting in and out of her front and side doors, the woman had come out into her front yard. She was talking to Joe Curzon now — the lustful jackass, Lucy thought.

She was being unfair, she knew. All the men had a genuine interest in knowing just how fuckable the new neighbour was. Lucy knew that every woman in the estate would be watching the new arrival with extreme interest as well.

‘Definitely,’ Glen agreed. ‘She seems a nice little thing, if a bit lost.’ He grinned suddenly and Lucy recognised the flash of sudden desire in his eyes. ‘She sure has nice tits too — big and round. I think I’m going to enjoy her. She’ll be a cosy armful, and soft and inviting beneath me, I’m sure!’ he laughed out loud.

‘That’s good,’ Lucy said, some of her worries easing that the new resident would prove to be unsuitable. ‘I’ll invite her to dinner so we can fill her in on how we do things here,’ she said in her well-mannered voice. ‘And then you and the lads can get started, if you like.’

Lucy glanced sideways at her husband as she spoke. She recognised the excited, relaxed set to his body as he stood next to her. It was a look she hadn’t seen in a while and it made her heart almost feel like singing.

‘Thank you, darling,’ Glen said. ‘Your support is invaluable as always. I certainly would like to get started right away. I’m pretty sure that the other blokes will feel the same.’ He glanced wryly at her. ‘I have to say that I don’t think Matt filled the girl in about her role here.’

‘Lazy!’ Lucy sniffed. ‘He couldn’t get his tail out of here fast enough after he married that new young wife! The man was happy enough to share when it was just him getting his end inside Tamara Dallas once a month. But once he married, the story changed! The new Mrs Clare wouldn’t be doing her duty, would she?’

Glen chuckled easily, squeezing Lucy’s shoulder. He recognised her complaints, having heard them many times over the preceding weeks.

‘Never mind, Lu,’ he said. ‘I think this girl will fit in better, anyway. I never really warmed to Matt. And if he had to leave, he’s at least done us the favour of making sure the house is inhabited by a suitable candidate.’

‘Hmph,’ Lucy grumbled, still not willing to let go of the grievance. ‘Well, I’ll invite the girl to dinner tomorrow,’ she continued with determination. ‘I think the Graingers and Carrolls as well. Serena Grainger is always so helpful when it comes to explaining to new girls how to do their part. And I’ll invite Tamara Dallas too, of course — she’ll be glad to hand over the baton!’

‘Tamara has done her duty,’ Glen said. He winked at his wife. ‘I had some fun times with her, that’s for sure! Anyway, this new girl should last for the next ten years at least. She’s young and looks relatively fit.’

Lucy didn’t reply, still peering out the window and Glen continued speaking.

‘If you’re inviting Miss Clare over tomorrow,’ he said, ‘I’ll get the lads here tonight for a game.’ He turned away, already reaching for his phone. ‘We’ll work out who’s going to fuck her first and start to get a schedule worked up.’

‘Thank you,’ Lucy said. ‘I do hope she isn’t difficult,’ she grumbled. ‘That Venice girl that Matt married — the new ‘Mrs Clare’ — she almost had a tantrum when we told her! Oh no, she wouldn’t be lying back and spreading her legs for the men of the estate, she was too special for that,’ Lucy sneered, almost shocking herself at how angry she still was at the younger woman. ‘When I was her age, I did my duty, and so I told her!’

‘You did admirably, my love,’ Glen spoke reassuringly. ‘I’m sure this Rosamund will be fine,’ he added, only half listening to her as he typed up a message on his phone. ‘She didn’t really strike me as the screeching type.’

He pressed send, before looking up and meeting Lucy’s eyes with a careless wink.

‘Anyway,’ he continued. ‘It isn’t for you to make sure the girl behaves, darling. As long as you get her started, the lads and I will do the rest. And you know we’re happy to bring her in line! If she doesn’t like it at first, she’ll get used to us shafting her soon enough,’ he said, cheerfully shrugging. ‘It’s not like she’ll have much choice.’

Glen realised that he was genuinely excited. Tamara — Mrs Dallas — had been fun to fuck once or twice a week for the last three years but he was definitely ready for something new. And Rosamund Clare… He zoned out of the conversation for a moment as he thought about her.

The woman was pretty and as much of her breasts as he’d been able to see through her t-shirt had looked big and shapely. She had a pretty voice too. Glen couldn’t wait to hear what she would sound like when she was moaning in arousal — or, he thought with a flash of desire, while she was begging him or the other lads to stop fucking her…

‘I sure hope so,’ Lucy grumbled again, bringing Glen’s attention back to her. He realised she was still worrying about easing Rosamund into her new role.

‘Matt said he tied her money to the house,’ Glen reassured Lucy. ‘She won’t have much choice! And even if she doesn’t like it at first, she’ll get used to it,’ he repeated, shrugging. ‘She’s a sweet thing. She seems biddable enough.’ He laughed heartily, his spirits soaring. ‘Once she’s fucking two or three of us blokes a day, she’ll certainly learn her place!’

‘She’d better!’ Lucy snapped, turning away to peer out the window again but Fairview House and its new occupant were still frustratingly too far away. ‘Joe Curzon hasn’t wasted his time getting to know her!’ she remarked sarcastically, seeing the tall man talking to Rosamund Clare.

‘Well, I did go down there first thing as well,’ Glen chuckled again, amused at his wife’s usual mixture of grumbles and sarcasm as far as her neighbours were concerned. ‘So you could say the same about me! Anyway, Joe loves getting a girl on her back as much as the next man. I’m not surprised he wanted to see what he’s getting!’

—

Joe Curzon was making her uncomfortable, Rosamund decided.

It wasn’t that he looked at her body — though he did — it was how he looked. As if he knew something about her that she didn’t. As if he had a right to look. As if he owned her, the thought flashed into her mind, only for her to dismiss it as ridiculous.

The man was leaning against her front gate, his eyes resting lazily on her bosom in a way that made her guess he wished she had worn a lower cut top.

‘There’s twenty houses here in all,’ he said, gesturing across the wide slopes of Crest Estate. ‘Mostly couples,’ he said. ‘We sure missed your uncle Matt after he moved out! And his little wife, of course,’ he winked at her.

‘Venice?’ Rosamund asked. The whole family had been surprised when Matt had married the young model. ‘We thought he was a confirmed bachelor,’ she confided wryly. ‘They didn’t live here long though, did they, Uncle Matt and Venice? She told me it was lovely here,’ she added quickly, not wanting him to think she was criticising, ‘but she wanted more life. More excitement. I guess she’s a city girl,’ she shrugged.

Mr Curzon didn’t answer and Rosamund realised awkwardly that his eyes were slowly drifting down her body, a smile on his face as he gazed for far too long at her hips and thighs, before his face rose again briefly to her face.

‘I reckon we’re better off with you, anyway,’ he winked at her and Rosamund blushed. Was he trying to ask her out on a date? Or did he always flirt with women younger than him? Her suspicions were confirmed when he narrowed his eyes at her consideringly. ‘You’re in your forties, right?’ he asked suddenly.

Rosamund felt herself flushing at the unusual attention.

‘Y-yes,’ she stammered. Glen Daventry had asked her how old she was as well, but she had side-stepped the question. ‘Forty-three,’ she added, feeling uncomfortable. Most people here seemed to be older than her and married.

‘Most people here are in their fifties and sixties,’ Mr Curzon confirmed her suspicions. ‘Trenton Dallas and his wife Tamara,’ he nodded towards a large house near the gate, ‘they’re a bit younger. Tamara’s just turned fifty. She’ll be pleased with you!’ he exclaimed, grinning broadly.

‘A friend almost her own age?’ Rosamund asked, feeling awkward. She had never thought she would end up living among wealthy couples like this.

‘Kinda,’ Mr Curzon, not really answering her question. Rosamund shivered suddenly as he winked at her again, the semi-lewd gesture making her feel hot inside her clothing. ‘I’d best be off,’ he nodded at her. ‘Let me — or any of us — know anytime if you need anything!’

‘Th-thank you,’ Rosamund stammered.

She watched him walk away, before glancing briefly around at the neighbouring houses. She had the uncanny feeling people were watching her. She shrugged, turning away to go back inside.

I just wish everyone wasn’t quite so friendly, she thought ruefully to herself.

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I write a lot of M/f non-consent erotica, including enslavement of women, degradation and forced breeding. They are not an expression of how the world should be. Everything I write should stay in the hot world of fiction and play. It should absolutely not become part of the real world.

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