Becca

In the fading light of dusk, Mitch tacked a note to the bulletin board outside their bungalow. BEACON HILL, read one line. FOR RENT - ROOM, another.

Inside their home—a cozy chaos of unpacked boxes—Becca examined their latest electricity bill with alarming intensity.

"Mitch," she called out as he entered through the creaky screen door. "We're sixty dollars overdue."

Mitch set down his toolbox with a sigh. "I know. I'll figure something out."

She looked at him, her eyes mirroring concern. He offered a reassuring smile as he pulled her close.

The doorbell chimed later that evening—a deep-throated, authoritative tone they hadn't noticed before.

"Probably just someone wanting to buy newspapers," Mitch muttered, jogging downstairs.

But it wasn't the paperboy.

"Hi, you must be Mitch. I'm Chaz," said the man filling their doorway, extending a hand big enough to crush Mitch's.

Mitch shook it, squinting up at the giant. Six-four at least, black as night, muscles everywhere—this was not the typical response to their ad.

"I saw your note," Chaz said, shifting a duffel bag on his shoulder. "I'm interested in the room."

"Uh... sure," Mitch stammered, leading him inside.

Becca paused mid-step, her eyes widening at the sight of Chaz. He smiled—too wide, too charming—and introduced himself.

"Well, the room's up here," Mitch said, gesturing towards the stairs. "We're right below you."

Chaz nodded but didn't move, his gaze sweeping over Becca in a way that made her uncomfortable.

They retreated to their cramped living room while Chaz explored the vacant room. Mitch pulled out their handwritten lease, adding a few clauses under Chaz's watchful stare.

"I think we can make this work," Mitch said, handing it to Chaz.

"$2500 upfront," Chaz said, pulling out a wad of cash. He began counting bills— directly onto Becca's half-naked lap as she sat on the couch.

Mitch cringed at Becca's sudden stiffness, Chaz's intentions too obvious.

"Chaz," Mitch said, clearing his throat, "that's very generous. But... could we possibly avoid..."

"No problem at all," Chaz interrupted, stacking the money into two neat piles. He scooped them up and held them out to Mitch. "Here you go, Mr. Landlord."

Once Chaz left, Becca exploded.

"He's not staying here, Mitch! You saw how he looked at me!"

Mitch sighed, sitting beside her. "Becca, we need this money. He seemed nice enough—said he's in school or something."

"He's freaking me out!" Becca insisted. "You can't expect me to feel comfortable alone with him in the house."

Mitch took her hands. "I'll talk to him, okay? Make sure he understands you're off-limits. Please, Becca. Just give it a chance."

Over the next few days, Chaz settled in, popping downstairs occasionally for cups of coffee and over-the-shoulder conversations that grated on Becca's nerves. His textbook was opened to a page of biological chemistry, but his gaze lingered on her until she left the room.

One evening, as Mitch worked late, Becca retreated upstairs to escape Chaz's presence. Their bedroom door slammed closed behind her, a finality that was quickly disrupted by a knock.

It was Chaz.

"Hey," he said, flashing a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I thought I heard something up here."

"I was just... getting ready for bed," Becca stammered, clutching her robe tighter. He took a step forward, his large frame looming over her.

"Mind if I come in?" he asked, already pushing past her.

She backpedaled, her heart thumping in her chest. "Chaz, I'd really rather you didn't."

He ignored her, wandering around the room, tracing fingers over their things.

"You and Mitch have a nice life," he said, turning to face her. His eyes roamed down her body, lingering at her hips. "You're lucky."

Becca swallowed hard. "Chaz, please... leave."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "You've got a smart mouth, you know that? I like that." He moved closer, towering over her. "I think we could have some fun together."

Panic surged through her as he grabbed her waist, pulling her against him. She could feel him—hard and throbbing—against her stomach. Bile rose in her throat.

"Get off me!" she screamed, struggling against his iron grip.

His hand connected with her stomach, sending stars shooting behind her eyes. She gasped, leaning over as pain exploded within her.

"Shut up," he growled, pushing her towards the bed. "I just want to have a little fun."

Becca fell back, tears stinging her eyes. She glanced at the door—so close—and knew she'd never make it. Chaz was going to break her willingly or not. Mitch was gone 9 hours each week day so he figured he has all the time in the world to make her his fuck toy.

Desperation clawed at Becca as she scanned the room for anything she could use as a weapon or distraction; there were only soft pillows and scattered clothes - nothing helpful among this mess they hadn't yet unpacked since moving into this old bungalow two months ago. Her breath hitched when Chaz's large hands reached for her again, his eyes cold and hungry. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable.

Chaz punches her again taking her breath away. He then throws her on the bed and quickly removes all her clothes leaving her completely naked. He removes his clothes revealing the biggest cock she’d ever seen. There’s no way something like that is on a human body. Chaz tells her “Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Either way you’re getting fucked”.

Becca pleads “I can’t..I’m married and…and…I’ve only been with my husband… please don’t …it won’t fit”. Chaz laughs” oh it’ll definitely fit but that husband of yours will notice your pussy ain’t so tight anymore. We are gonna both enjoy this if you relax. I’ll even let you use lube if you got some”.

Becca again protests”No I can’t…” but wasn’t allowed to finish as he hit her again below her belly button. She gasped for breath at the same time realizing her fate was sealed.

Becca…”there’s lube in the top drawer. I won’t fight you but you’re a fucking rapist “.

“Maybe so, but after today I won’t have to hit you to make you fuck. You’ll be begging for my cock when you realize what that white pussy been missing “.

Becca.."Youre a fucking rapist motherfucker"

Becca..."I'll never fuck you willingly"