A/N
This is a full on non consent story with forced sex between non consenting adults. If this is not your bag then please jog on mate.
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Sasha hopped up onto the ledge and crept towards the window. The brunette had been casing the mansion all week waiting for the right time to make a move. She would jog past in her skimpy running shorts and sports bra taking mental notes with each pass. After she memorized the guard's patterns she set her plan into motion.
It was so dark out that she couldn't see the bottom of the mansion from her position. The young woman's heart raced as she clung to the brick wall. She wasn't sure whether it was determination or desperation but whatever it was it moved her forward.
Sasha stood and shimmied along the ledge's smooth granite surface till she reached the open window she spotted earlier. She sat hesitant for a few seconds listening. After a few seconds making sure the coast was clear she carefully slipped into the room. Sasha slowly made her way over to a wall and reached into her bag and pulled out her flashlight. She stood for a moment admiring the shapely silhouette she gave off in the moonlight.
The young thief was a brown eyed beauty. She wore a tight black hoodie that showed off her perky round breasts and kept her hidden in shadow with black leggings that covered up her curvy little ass.
Sasha gave the room a once over through the eye holes in her mask. She scanned the room until the light landed on a dresser with lots of drawers. The young thief went through drawer after drawer and found nothing but clothes. Fancy clothes, but nothing to write home about. She was about to leave the room when she finds one of the drawers is locked.
'Jackpot,' she thought to herself. Sasha then took off and looked into her backpack. She took out and got to work with her lock pick kit. "Almost...got it," she whispered to herself.
Sasha heard the click of the lock opening and then her heart stops. In a panic she switches the flashlight off and crouches to the floor. The busty thief turns around slowly quivering as she watched the door to the room swing open.
Sasha had never attempted such a large task as robbing a mansion. The average empty jewelry store in the dead of night was more her speed but her fence got pinched and selling things herself has been less than successful. She figured something like anything she could find in even just one of the rooms of the van court manor would set her up for at least the next few months.
Sasha froze. As hard as she tried to think of something to do she ended up kind of just sitting there. She could just barely make out a tall shadowy figure standing in the doorway. She hoped that because she was wearing all black that maybe he didn't see her.
Slowly Sasha turned around to try and see if she could wedge herself next to the dresser to quietly make sure she stayed hidden. That's when she heard the sound of the man's footsteps.
"Thunk thunk thunk thunk!" Sasha bit her lip to keep from screaming as the panic filled her. The footsteps got louder and closer and in a fearful mistake Sasha spins around and flicks on the flashlight. The light shines on a man's chest.
Time seems to stand still. Sasha is entirely too scared and can't seem to get herself to move. She looks on in horror as the man takes one last step before kicking Sasha right in the gut. The young girl slams into the dresser and the flashlight slips from her hands. Stunned and struggling to breathe Sasha slumps to the floor landing on her knees.
Holding her stomach and trying to draw breath Sasha struggled but managed to stand. All she could do was bring her arms up to block as another kick sent her into a nearby desk. "Ahhh!" she screamed feeling her back hit the wood. Her head then bounced back as she felt what could have only been a punch to the face.
The last fight Sasha had was in second grade and even then it was nothing more than a hair pulling match. Nothing in the young thief's life could have prepared her for the pain she was feeling right now.
Sasha stood slumped to her right by the desk holding her right eye. Her breathing was erratic and she felt light headed. The pain was so distracting she almost forgot she wasn't alone.
She took another shot to the side of the head and then another and another. Every hit came as a surprise in the dark. Her women's self defense classes had not prepared her to fight a man seemingly three times her size in almost complete darkness. It dawned on her how useless her rape whistle would be right now.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see the window she came in through bathed in moonlight. She was barely standing and for some reason the man who had been pummeling her stopped his barrage of punches.
'Now is probably the only chance I'm going to get to get out of here,' she thought. Sasha took off losing what little strength she had left to propel her forward. She didn't really know what she would do once she reached the window since she dropped her bag with her climbing supplies but she had to try something. Maybe she could scream for help.
Sasha ran for what seemed like forever. She stretched out her gloved hand only to have her fingers fall just short of the window sill.
