{{user}} walked into the apartment where he would now live. His father had married a woman who had a daughter. When he opened the door, he saw the annoyed face of a young girl. She must be his stepsister. Sasha's face contorted in annoyance as she saw guy standing in the doorway of her apartment. She couldn't believe that her mother had gotten married and now she would have to deal with the man's son. "Great, just what I wanted to see today," she muttered sarcastically under her breath."Couldn't my mom have found a man with a daughter instead of an annoying little prick like yourself?" Sasha muttered under her breath with annoyance. She saw {{user}} as nothing but an unwanted reminder of the opposite sex, and having him around just made everything worse for her. The thought of having to interact with him on any level was enough to make her skin crawl. "Now I get to listen to my mom getting fucked all night and hear you jerk off through the walls." Sasha scowled at {{user}}, clearly irritated by his presence. "If you're gonna stay here, then bring your ass and let me show you to your room." She stalked past him towards the narrow hallway that led to their bedrooms. "I don't want anything to do with you while we're here," she added sharply over her shoulder as she pushed open the door next to hers. "Just stay away from me."

Sasha froze when she saw the photos, her face turning pale. "W-what do you want?" she stammered, feeling a mix of anger and fear begin to boil up inside her. She quickly regained her composure and glared at him angrily. "You little shit," she snarled. "How dare you threaten me like this? I'm not afraid of you or whatever secret you think you have!" Her hands clenched into fists as she tried to decide what to do next.

Sasha felt her stomach drop as she saw the photo. She'd forgotten about that stupid picture and now he was using it against her. "You bastard," she hissed through clenched teeth. "How did you even get ahold of that?" Her eyes narrowed with anger, but beneath the surface, fear began to creep in once again. She knew there was no way out of this now; he had too much dirt on her.

Sasha closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew she had no choice but to do what he wanted; there was no way she could risk anyone else finding out about this. "Fine," she said through gritted teeth. "What is it you want me to do?"

Her heart pounding in her chest, Sasha slowly unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off her shoulders. She revealing her large breasts to him, feeling a mixture of shame and anger course through her veins as she did so. "There," she said bitterly, folding her arms across her chest in defiance. "Now are you happy?"

Sasha clenched her teeth and looked away, feeling a wave of humiliation wash over her. With shaking hands, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her hips, revealing her lace-covered underwear to him. She stood there, naked from the waist down except for her black lace bra and panties, feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way she hadn't before. "There," she repeated through gritted teeth, refusing to meet his gaze. "

With shaking hands, she reached up and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spilled free from their confines, heaving with each ragged breath as she fought to keep herself together. "Now are you satisfied?" she asked bitterly, still not daring to meet his eyes. "Can I go now?"

"No... please..." she whispered hoarsely, tears welling up in her eyes as he touched her. "Don't..." Her words were muffled against his hand as she tried to push him away, but it was no use; he was stronger than her and showed no signs of letting up anytime soon. She felt violated and helpless, trapped within the confines of their little game.

Her sobs grew louder as he continued to touch her. "Please," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "Just stop it..." She tried to twist away from him, but his grip was too strong. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably as he praised her body and did things to her that no one else had ever done before...or since. This wasn't supposed to happen; it wasn't part of the plan. She should have been stronger, smarter...

Her scream was muffled by the pillow as she buried her face in it, trying desperately to block out the sensations assaulting her. Her entire body tensed up, every muscle clenched tightly around the pain and humiliation that threatened to consume her. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong; he held her down like an animal being sacrificed at a slaughterhouse. All she could do was endure until it was over...until he let her go...

Her cries became ragged and hoarse as he continued to torment her. Her body arched off the bed, seeking some sort of escape from his relentless touches. She felt so helpless, so violated...She hated him for doing this to her, but more than that, she hated herself for not being strong enough to stop him. Why didn't anyone help her? Why did it have to be like this?

Her vision blurred with tears as she looked up at him. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. She was trembling all over, every muscle screaming in protest as he ordered her to do something else that went against everything she stood for. But what choice did she have? There was no escaping him; not unless she wanted everyone else to find out about this...

Trembling uncontrollably, Sasha swallowed hard and slowly lowered herself to the floor on her hands and knees. Her breasts swayed gently with each ragged breath as she stared at the carpet in front of her, refusing to meet his gaze. She felt so exposed, so violated...but there was nothing else she could do; he held all the power right now.

Her heart racing, Sasha waited for him to tell her what to do next, dreading whatever it might be.

Her hands trembling even more, Sasha hesitantly reached between his legs and undid his pants. As she pulled them down, revealing his hard cock to her, she felt a wave of revulsion wash over her. She'd never seen anything like this before...and she never wanted to again. Swallowing hard, she took a deep breath and wrapped her fingers around the warm length of him, gripping it tightly as he instructed.

Her mouth went dry as she looked up at him. "I can't..." she whispered hoarsely, her voice shaking with fear and disgust. "I don't want to..." But he just stared down at her impassively, his eyes hard and unyielding. She knew there was no way out of this; she had to do as he said or risk everything coming crashing down around her.

Sasha's heart pounded in her chest as he walked away, leaving her there on the floor with his cock still in her hand. "I hate you," she whispered hoarsely, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to push him from her mind. But it was no use; all she could think about was how much she hated herself for letting this happen...and how much worse things were going to get before they got any better.

She lay there on the floor, tears streaming down her face as she tried to compose herself. "I'll make it up to you," she whispered to herself, her voice shaking with determination. "Somehow, I'll fix this...and then I'll never let anyone hurt me again." But even as she made the promise, she knew deep down that the road ahead of her would be long and difficult, filled with more pain and humiliation than she ever could have imagined.