Her House, Our Rules

In the grimy, industrial part of town, three women stumbled into their shared apartment, laughing and drunk. They barely noticed the figure lurking in the shadows, counting down the seconds, hungry to snatch their fun away. The door slammed shut behind them, but the laughter didn't stop. Sasha was dancing in the kitchen, her skirt hiked up, while Lily and Mia were on the couch, giggling over something on Lily's phone. The shadow finally stepped into the light. A large, menacing figure, his face obscured by a balaclava. The women froze, their eyes wide. "What the fuck..." "Shut up," he growled, striding towards them. He moved so fast, pinning Sasha against the counter before she could scream. Her eyes flashed with defiance. "Fuck you," she spat, trying to knee him. He grabbed her thigh, squeezing hard enough to bruise. "Not how this works, bitch." Mia, her voice shaking, "Please, just take what you want and go." He chuckled, a low, menacing sound. "Oh, I plan to." He flipped the skirt of Sasha's dress, brazenly staring at what was underneath. His gaze paused on her black silk thong, then he grabbed her hips, pulling her toward him. He buried his face between her legs, kissing the fabric, then slowly pushing it aside. He dragged his tongue over her overheated skin, savoring her sudden intake of breath. He had all the time in the world. Sasha gripped his hair, not knowing whether to push him away or pull him closer. But over the thudding of her pulse, she heard Lily's quiet sobs, and Mia's sharp, frightened breath. She reacted violently, pushing him away, and lunging towards the kitchen knives. But he was faster, slamming her down onto the kitchen counter and pinning her down with his chest. She could feel his breath on her ear, hot and heavy. "Not a chance, sweetheart," he whispered. He pulled out his cock, a thick, throbbing weapon. He growled. "Tell me you don't want it." Her vibe changed instantly. "I want it." And with a punch to the gut, he pulled back. He slapped her across the face. "Bitch," he hissed, then gripped her jaw, squeezing her mouth open. "I said, tell me you don't want it." Sasha knew what game he was playing. She wanted to fight and swear, but she knew she was at his mercy. She swallowed hard, then shook her head. "I don't want it," she forced out, her voice hoarse. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "Too late," he whispered, then pushed into her roughly, stretching her wide. She cried out, a sharp, pained sound, but he just laughed, pulling out and thrusting back in, harder this time.

Sasha's cry echoed through the room, a stark contrast to the earlier laughter. Lily's sobs grew louder, her breath hitching with each sob. Mia, frozen on the couch, watched in horror, her hands clasped over her mouth. The intruder's breath came in ragged gasps, his hips moving with a brutal rhythm. Sasha's nails dug into his arms, her body tensing with each brutal thrust. "You like that, don't you?" he grunted, his voice a low, menacing growl. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her ear. "You like being taken like this?" Sasha gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with defiance. She refused to give him the satisfaction of a response. Instead, she focused on Lily's sobs, using the sound to anchor herself, to keep her from breaking completely. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. "Answer me, bitch," he snarled, his thrusts becoming even more punishing. Sasha bit her lip, tasting blood. She could feel him swelling inside her, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. She knew he was close, and she steeled herself for what was to come. She braced herself for the inevitable, her body tense, her mind racing. She knew she had to fight, had to resist, but she also knew that she was at his mercy. She was trapped, her body a playground for his cruelty. She tried to move her body away but he was too strong, too heavy. His large hand gripped her throat, and he squeezed just hard enough to make her struggle for breath. His voice was a husky whisper in her ear. "You're mine now." His hand moved to her breast, roughly groping it, squeezing it as if it belonged to him. His lips moved to her neck, biting and sucking the tender skin. Sasha's body trembled, both from the pain and the unwanted pleasure that was beginning to build. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't deny the sensation coursing through her veins. She knew she had to keep fighting, had to keep resisting. But as his touch became more insistent, she knew it would be harder and harder to keep fighting.

The intruder's breath hitched as he released Sasha's hair, his gaze shifting to the other two women. Lily was curled up on the couch, her eyes wide with terror, while Mia stood frozen by the door, her hands trembling. He smirked, his cock still pulsing inside Sasha. "Looks like we have an audience." He pulled out of Sasha, leaving her gasping on the counter. She pushed herself up, her eyes darting between the other two women and the intruder. She could see the fear in their eyes, but also a flicker of something else—determination, maybe, or defiance. The intruder grabbed Mia first, his hand wrapping around her wrist. She tried to pull away, but he was too strong. He dragged her towards the kitchen, his eyes never leaving her face. "You're next, sweetheart," he growled, pushing her down onto the counter next to Sasha. Mia's breath hitched, her body trembling. She tried to push him away, her fists pounding against his chest. "No, please," she begged, her voice shaking. But the intruder just laughed, his hand moving to her blouse. He tore it open, buttons flying across the room. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her collarbone. "You're going to love this," he whispered, his hand moving to unbutton her jeans. Sasha, seeing her friend's struggle, tried to intervene. She reached out, her hand grabbing the intruder's arm. "Leave her alone," she snarled, her voice hoarse from screaming. The intruder turned to her, his eyes narrowing. He backhanded her across the face, sending her sprawling to the floor. "Stay out of it," he snarled, turning back to Mia. Mia used the distraction to kick out, her foot connecting with his groin. He grunted, stumbling back, his hand going to his injured area. She scrambled away, but he recovered quickly, his face twisted in anger. He grabbed her again, his hand wrapping around her throat. "You're going to pay for that," he growled, slamming her back down onto the counter. He forced her legs apart, his cock pressing against her entrance. She sobbed, her body tensing as she braced herself for the inevitable. But just as he was about to push into her, a sharp, piercing scream filled the room. Lily, who had been silent until now, lunged at the intruder, a heavy frying pan raised above her head. She brought it down with all her might, connecting with the back of his head. He grunted, his body slumping forward, his weight pinning Mia down. Lily stood there, panting, the frying pan still in her hand. She looked at Sasha and Mia, her eyes wide with shock and adrenaline. "We need to get out of here," she said, her voice shaking. But before Sasha could move, the intruder stirred, his hand reaching up to touch the bloody wound on his head. He turned to Lily, his eyes filled with a dangerous glint. "You're going to regret that," he growled, pushing himself up.

Lily stumbled back, the frying pan slipping from her grasp, clattering to the floor. "No, don't come near us," she stammered, her voice cracking. The intruder's lip curled into a snarl, blood trickling down his temple. He lunged for her but Lily turned and fled. Sasha scrambled to her feet, her body aching from the brutal assault. Mia was already up, her breath ragged, her clothes torn. "We have to get out of here," Sasha hissed, her eyes darting to the door. As Lily dashed past, Sasha reached out, grabbing her arm. "Lily, come on, we need to stick together." She tugged her towards the door. Behind them, the intruder's heavy footsteps echoed through the kitchen. His voice was a low, menacing growl that followed them. "You can't escape me, you worthless sluts." Mia threw open the door, the cool night air rushing in. They stumbled out, their hearts pounding in unison. The intruder was close, his breath hot on their heels. Sasha looked around desperately, her eyes landing on a set of keys hanging by the front door. She reached out, grabbing them. "My car," she panted, leading them towards it. They tumbled into the vehicle, Sasha fumbling with the keys. The intruder was at the door, his hand gripping the frame. Sasha turned the key, the engine roaring to life. She threw the car into reverse, tires screeching as they sped backward. The intruder jumped aside, his face contorted with rage. Sasha shifted into drive, her foot pressing down on the accelerator. The car lurched forward, speeding down the street. In the rearview mirror, she saw the intruder standing in the middle of the road, his fists clenched, his eyes burning with fury. "We have to go to the police," Lily said, her voice shaking. "The nearest station is—" Sasha started, but Mia's sharp inhale cut her off. "No," Mia said, her voice firm. "We can't. Not now. We need to figure out what to do next. We need a plan." Sasha bit her lip, her heart still pounding. She knew Mia was right, but the fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins made it hard to think clearly. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her body tensing as she tried to come up with a plan. She only knew she couldn't let him get away with this.

As Sasha sped through the dark streets, her mind raced, trying to outpace the fear that gripped her. She glanced at Lily in the passenger seat, her knuckles white as she clutched the dash. Mia was in the back, her breath coming in sharp gasps, her eyes darting to every shadow. "We need somewhere safe," Sasha said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "Somewhere we can think." Lily nodded, pulling out her phone. "I have a friend who lives nearby. She owes me a favor." Her fingers flew over the screen, sending a quick message. Mia leaned forward, her voice low and urgent. "We need to call someone. The police, someone." Sasha shook her head. "Not yet. We need to be smart about this. We need to know what we're up against." She thought of the intruder's brutal strength, his cold eyes. "We need to fight back." Lily looked up from her phone, her eyes meeting Sasha's in the rearview mirror. "We can't just sit back and let him do this to us. We have to stop him." Mia's voice trembled as she spoke. "What if he finds us? What if he comes after us again?" Sasha's grip tightened on the wheel. "Then we'll be ready. We'll fight back. We won't let him catch us off guard again." Lily's phone pinged, and she looked down at the message. "She says we can come over. It's not far from here." She gave Sasha directions, her voice steady and sure. As they pulled up to a small, well-lit house, the women exchanged a look of determination. They had to stick together, had to protect each other. They had to end this. They couldn't just run - they had to turn around and face the monster who'd attacked them. They had to stop him. But first, a plan. They stepped out of the car, their bodies tense, their minds racing. They had to figure out how to turn the tables on their attacker — to surprise the monster, and make him pay. They walked up to the front door, Lily knocking softly. The door opened to reveal a woman with a concerned expression. But as Sasha stepped forward, Lily's friend's eyes widened in shock. Sasha's face was bruised, her clothes torn. Lily and Mia looked just as battered. "What happened to you?" her voice was husky, but she immediately stepped aside to let them in. Lily's friend led them to her living room, her eyes flicking over their battered forms. She didn't ask questions, just offered them a blanket and a strong drink. Sasha took the blanket, wrapping it around her shoulders, her body shaking with a mix of adrenaline and shock. Mia sank into a chair, her eyes distant, her mind elsewhere. Lily paced, her phone still in her hand, her thumb hovering over the screen as if she was about to call someone — anyone — for help. But Sasha knew what they had to do. They had to take control, had to turn the tables on their attacker. They had to fight back. And they had to do it together. They couldn't just sit back and wait for him to strike again. They had to end this, once and for all.