‘She’s a sweet thing,’ Glen said, thinking about his conversation with his new neighbour. He laughed heartily, his spirits soaring. ‘And even if she doesn’t like it at first, she’ll get used to it. Once she’s fucking two or three of us blokes a day, she’ll certainly learn her place!’
A new resident at the luxurious Crest Estate, Rosamund Clare is not looking forward to meeting her neighbours. She already knows she isn’t going to fit in among the wealthy couples, most of them older than her.
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 2
[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. Chapter 1 is here.]
Dinner at the Daventries was quite as bad as Rosamund had worried it would be.
Lucy had invited another three couples as well as herself. The conversation was startling only in its mundaneness — the men discussed their latest business deals and the international trade situation, while the women discussed hairstyles and holiday plans.
They all had polite but uncomprehending responses when Rosamund spoke about her former life at the university.
Rosamund was heartily bored by the time she had eaten through all of Lucy Daventry’s excellent three-course meal. When dessert was over, Lucy dismissed the men — they like to remove to Glen’s study, I don’t know what they find to talk about without us — and gathered the women with her into her own drawing room.
Rosamund trailed along behind the group, already overwhelmed at the thought of drinking coffee and making more conversation with these people.
Why did Uncle Matt send me here? she thought a bit helplessly. He must have known I wouldn’t fit in.
She shrugged fatalistically to herself — the way that Matt had settled his money, unless she wanted to bid farewell to the entire inheritance and return to unemployed post-university life, she would have to stay here.
‘Now, Rosamund,’ Lucy said as soon as all the ladies were seated with cups of coffee in their hands. ‘How are you finding Crest Estate? It must be very different to where you were before.’
Rosamund gritted her teeth at the implied insult.
‘It’s lovely, of course,’ she replied, wishing her heart didn’t ache quite so strongly for home.
She wanted to exchange Crest Estate’s sweeping lawns and over-manicured gardens with the riotous swirl of nature that sprang up in every tiny front yard and balcony of her old city. She even wanted to exchange its wealth and tidiness with the broken bicycles, half-fixed cars and runaway shopping trolleys that she had always hated about her street.
‘You’re very new here,’ Lucy continued and Rosamund felt her heart sinking into her shoes. Please, she thought, please, let me not have already breached some unspoken ‘rule’ of estate life. ‘So I gathered you all here so that the ladies could give you some tips!’ Lucy added.
‘I see,’ Rosamund said, setting her lips firmly together. ‘Well, that’s very kind of you, of course, Mrs Daventry,’ she added politely, hoping that her sarcasm wasn’t too evident.
‘How much did your uncle tell you about our customs here?’ asked Serena Grainger, entering into the fray. ‘I think we may surprise you. I would like to say in advance — we do not intend changing our ways, and certainly not for a newcomer such as yourself.’
Rosamund felt blank, unclear how to respond. The women seemed oddly combative and again she wondered what she had already done to offend.
‘Not much,’ she replied, a bit helplessly. ‘I’ve read the house rules,’ she added. ‘And I don’t think I’ve broken any of them yet,’ she said awkwardly, wishing she didn’t suddenly feel so gauche.
It was like she was in her first year at university again, stumbling around and wondering when she would actually know where everything was.
‘You see, my dear,’ Serena continued almost as if Rosamund had not even spoken. ‘We have some very particular ways we like to go about things here. And we’ve been doing them for a long time and many of us have made sacrifices as well.’
This was said with a pointed look of sympathy towards the younger woman, Tamara Dallas.
Rosamund was silent, suddenly wishing she was a million miles away. Women like Serena — older, wealthy, with a perfect hairstyle and accessories, so bored that they had nothing better to do than police the lives of younger women — were an anathema to her.
‘How old are you, Rosalyn?’ Mrs Carroll asked, and Rosamund flushed. The mistake to her name was deliberate, she was sure of it.
‘Rosamund,’ she said softly, though usually she didn’t care if people got her name wrong as long as they treated her otherwise with dignity and respect. ‘I’m not sure my age is any of your business, but I’m forty-three, Mrs Carroll.’
‘Your age is the business of everyone here,’ the older lady said sharply. ‘We are here,’ she indicated with a gesture to the other women, ‘to introduce you to your new responsibilities.’
‘I told you that I read the house rules and of course I’ll abide by them,’ Rosamund snapped. She made herself breathe, trying to get the sharpness back out of her voice. ‘I really do want to be a good neighbour, Mrs Caroll,’ she forced herself to smile. ‘What is it that you would like me to do better or differently? Please let me know and of course I’ll do it.’
‘We have a rule here,’ Serena intervened. ‘We’ve had it ever since Crest Estate was first established nearly a century ago, and we have maintained it every day since.’ She pulled a copy of the house rules out of her pocket, handing it to Rosamund. ‘It’s on the last page,’ she added. ‘You almost certainly haven’t seen this version yet.’
Rosamund took the paper, turning to the last sheet. She felt a little bewildered, and her confusion did not improve as she read the typed words.
‘What the…?’ Rosamund pulled herself up before she added ‘fuck’. ‘Is this a joke?’ she asked, feeling bewildered.
Probably she should have said ‘fuck’, she thought ruefully.
‘Of course not,’ Lucy Daventry permitted herself a superior smile. ‘We don’t joke,’ she added, making Rosamund wince — gods, she did not fit in here. ‘We’ve all done our duty,’ she added. ‘Now it’s your turn to do yours. I’m assuming there will be no argument,’ she ended flatly.
Rosamund looked from one woman to the other, feeling a little lost.
She looked over the sheet again. The words on the last page were written in the same unnecessarily legal English as the rest of the house rules.
Article 110. Sexual services and the wellbeing of the menfolk.
A. The youngest adult woman resident on the estate — either being an owner of a dwelling in her own right or living in someone else’s dwelling as a tenant or otherwise — will freely provide sexual services to all the adult men of the estate. This is regardless of her married or partnered status.
Schedule of sexual services
B. The schedule of the services is to be determined by the men as a group. Barring exceptional circumstances, the woman must make herself available to each man at least once each calendar week with sufficient duration for him to achieve sexual gratification.
C. The woman may make representations to the men’s representative about the schedule. However, if the men’s collective considers that the schedule is appropriate, the men’s representative has no obligation to change the schedule or to provide a response to the woman.
Details of sexual services
D. The woman will be directed by each of the men in how to perform the sexual services to his satisfaction.
E. The woman may make representations to the men’s representative about her preferences. However, when considering any requests, the relevant man’s pleasure and wellbeing will take precedence.
F. The woman will continue to obey all men in the performance of her functions — without exception — while she awaits the response of the men’s representative. The men’s representative must provide a response to the woman within at least one calendar year.
Discipline
G. If the men are – individually or as a collective — at any time dissatisfied with the performance of the woman, then they may apply discipline, either individually or after collective discussion. Discipline may include — but is not limited to — physical punishment, removal of privileges, application of constraints on travel, activities or apparel, or any other discipline as the men deem appropriate to both punish the behaviour and ensure more appropriate future behaviour by the woman.
Additional
H. This is a founding clause in the Crest Estate constitution and cannot be amended except by a 75% majority of votes at a special general meeting. Article 110 was prepared by Mrs Rosemary Warren for the women’s collective. At the time of ratification, the youngest woman resident is Mrs Sophia Hemstall (age 37), who will commence her new duties immediately.
Note. This resolution was adopted by the women’s collective with a near-unanimous vote, Mrs Hemstall being the only woman to vote against the resolution.
‘Of course, you are now the youngest woman living on the estate,’ Lucy spoke with her usual emotionless elegance, her words striking dismay into Rosamund’s core.
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When she agrees to be bridesmaid at her cousin’s wedding, Abigail doesn’t realise what she is getting herself into…
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