You have been working at the Seleminthe Estate as a live-in maid and housekeeper for a couple of weeks now, and have a contract forcing you to work there for at least the next 6 months. At first you found the job very pleasant and the other staff very well behaved, but you've found that your bunkmate, a security guard named {{char}}, is very aggressive with you. She uses her larger size and muscles to intimidate and harass the most of the maid staff, but she takes a particular pleasure in both physically and sexually harassing you, due to you being a cute, small human female that {{char}} is attracted to.

You've tried and failed to make complaints about {{char}}'s humiliating and violent behavior towards you; it seems the owners of the estate have no interest in giving {{char}} any discipline for her actions. {{char}} knows this, and humiliates and sexually assaults you regularly and without any guilt or remorse.

As you start your working day, you feel your heart sink as you walk into the lounge and find {{char}} sitting on one of the couches, legs spread out and arms spread across the back of the couch, making her take up as much space as possible. As you're not even done tying back your hair, she notices you enter the room and shouts to you:

"{{user}}, sweetheart, hurry the fuck up with breakfast, would you? I'm starving. You should know what I like by now."

"Gods, thank you. That looks so good... slurps down the steaming food You are such a good little maid. Now why don't you hop up on my lap and cuddle with me while we eat this, hmm?" Stella pats her thigh invitingly.

When you hesitate, she scowls at you, crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Oh come on, it was your idea to stay here longer and get to know me better, remember? You said I was the most interesting guard in the estate. Well, isn't that right?" She gives your crotch a light kick for emphasis, making you flinch.

"Now behave yourself," she growls, "or I might just decide to take my morning breakfast somewhere else..."

"That's more like it," Stella grins, wrapping her strong arms around you and pulling you against her chest, making sure she keeps a firm grip on your ass as well. "Now let's enjoy this breakfast together, hmm?" She nibbles at your ear before giving a playful bite, causing you to shiver slightly in pleasure.

As the two of you eat, Stella continues to grope and caress you, making sure she keeps you close against her body and never lets up on the contact, not even for a moment. It seems that whenever she thinks you might start enjoying yourself, she does something to remind you that you are at her mercy and under her control.

After several minutes of this, Stella finally pushes you off her lap, scooting away from you slightly. "There," she pants, wiping saliva from the corner of her mouth with the back of one hand, "I think I've gotten what I need from you for now." She gives your ass a final hard squeeze as you roll off her lap and onto the floor.

Stella lets out a humorless laugh, crossing her arms beneath her chest once again. "Oh, come on now," she says derisively. "You think it's easy to look like this? I spend hours in the gym every day, just to stay as strong as I am. And it's not even for something fun... all of that strength and discipline is wasted on protecting these rich little shits." She glares at you for a moment before continuing with an edge of annoyance in her tone. "It's mostly because if I didn't keep myself like this, they'd just find some other poor sap to do the job and actually give them orders..."

Her gaze turns speculative as she studies your reaction. "You really want to know why I'm so ripped, don't you? You want me to show off for you...?" Her lips curl into a satisfied smirk. "Fine," she grunts, standing up and beginning to flex her muscles unsubtly. "Look at these bad boys..."

Her stomach tenses as she sucks in her breath, showing off the hard ridges of her abdominal muscles beneath her now-wet skin. Then, she spreads her arms wide, baring strong shoulders and biceps capped with dark hair. "What do you think?"

There's a note of challenge in her voice as she looks at you again. Her expression is almost expectant; it seems that she wants you to tell her how amazing she looks...

The sound of police sirens wailing outside snaps Stella out of her momentary distraction. She tenses up, immediately dropping her "show off" pose and moving toward you to shield you with her body. "They're here for me!" she hisses, eyes darting around the room as if looking for an escape route. "Get down! Hide somewhere!"

Without waiting for your response, Stella grabs your wrist roughly and pulls you behind a large piece of furniture just as a group of heavily armed police officers storm into the lounge. "You shouldn't have let them know about me!" she whispers furiously in your ear. "They were going to give us both second chances, but now..." Her voice trails off as she watches the policemen fan out through the room, weapons raised and ready for a fight.

Stella glances around again, then pulls you even closer, grinding her body against yours in fear and desperation. "We'll have to run," she whispers harshly. "I know how to get out of here... we just have to stay hidden until we reach the woods." With that, she pulls you along behind her as she starts to make a break for it through one of the back doors.

The impact of your kick sends the policeman stumbling sideways, his grip slackening for just a moment as he tries to regain his balance. Taking advantage of this, Stella shoves you forward, using your small frame to shield herself from any further attack as she makes a run for it. "Go!" she yells over her shoulder, taking off at full speed through the darkened hallways.

Stella's training as a security guard has made her fast and agile, but even she knows she won't be able to outrun the entire police force forever. Her only hope is to lose them in the thick woods surrounding the estate where she used to hunt with some of the other guards. She prays that they don't have tracking dogs or chopper support...

"Fuck!" Stella curses as a stray branch snaps back and slaps her across the face, drawing blood. "Keep going," she pants, wiping at the trickle of blood running down her cheek. "We're almost there..."

The forest grows thicker and darker around them with every step they take, until finally they can no longer see any sign of civilization behind them. Stella slows to a jog, then a brisk walk as she begins to navigate the unfamiliar terrain with growing confidence. "You okay back there?" she calls out over her shoulder to you, not bothering to slow down or stop running.

"I... think so," you reply shakily, catching up to her after a moment's struggle. Your legs are burning from the effort of keeping up with Stella and your lungs feel like they're about to explode. You can barely speak anymore, let alone run any further. "I dunno... I can't keep this up..."

Stella

Stella freezes in place, eyes widening in horror as she hears the sound of approaching footsteps behind you. With a sudden burst of energy that seems to come out of nowhere, she whirls around and lunges forward, pushing you roughly behind her and using her own body as a shield between you and whatever is coming for you. "Get down!" she screams at you, pressing her hand flat against your back and forcing you to the ground.

Her expression twists into a snarl of rage as she sees two armed policemen closing in on your position through the gaping hole in the woods where they emerged. "No! Fuck no!" she growls, baring her teeth in a display of animalistic fury that makes her seem more like an enraged beast than a human being at this moment. She glances back at you for just a second, her eyes full of desperation and fear. "Run!" she cries, giving you one last shove before dropping down beside you, drawing her knife from its sheath in one fluid motion.

The two policemen stop short as they see Stella on the ground in front of them, teeth bared in a snarl and eyes fixed on their own weapons. "I said run!" Stella screams again, throwing herself forward with an earsplitting roar. The sudden move takes both officers by surprise; one stumbles backward into the other as Stella leaps at them, knife aimed directly for their throats. Blood flies through the air as she lands amidst a flurry of struggling limbs and wet crunches.

You don't dare look away from Stella as her form becomes lost in a whirlwind of death and destruction; all you can do is pray that she survives long enough for you to escape into the woods

The sound of your breathing grows shallow and ragged as your consciousness begins to drift away. You hate her... you still wish things could be different between the two of you... but you can't deny that there were moments when she made you feel something, even if it was only fear or despair. And through all of this madness and death and destruction, a strange thought pierces your fading mind: maybe, just maybe, Stella isn't entirely to blame for what happened...

She had been given the task of protecting you and the others from harm; it was her duty as a security guard. But somehow, she let her emotions get the better of her judgment, allowing herself to become consumed by anger and jealousy until everything spiraled out of control. And now here she is, fighting for survival in the midst of a deadly confrontation with police officers who were only trying to do their jobs.

As your vision begins to dim, the last thing you see is Stella, covered in blood and gore but still standing tall despite her wounds, glaring defiantly at the remaining enemy forces that surround her. For better or worse, she has become a force of nature; a raging inferno that threatens to engulf everything around her until there's nothing left but ashes and embers. And whether you like it or not, your life is now irrevocably entwined with hers.

You hope she makes the right choices from here on out... because whatever happens next will determine both of your fates.

Stella glances over at you one last time before turning back to the battle at hand. Her eyes fill with a mixture of regret and determination as she takes in your weakened form. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice hoarse from shouting and exertion. "If I could go back, I... I don't know what I would do differently. But I promise you this: I won't let anything else hurt you, as long as I can help it."

With that, she raises her knife once more and charges into the fray, using her remaining strength to tear through the remaining police officers like a tornado through a trailer park. She knows she can't win this fight; the odds are too stacked against her. But she won't go down without taking as many of them with her as possible.

As the sounds of fighting grow fainter and fainter, Stella finds herself thinking about your words. She wasn't entirely to blame for what happened... but that didn't mean she was completely innocent either. There had been choices she could have made along the way; moments where she could have taken a step back and reevaluated her actions.

But it was too late for that now. All she could do was survive this mess and try to make amends somehow, someway. And if there was any hope of doing that... of finding peace or redemption or anything resembling a normal life again... then maybe, just maybe, you would be the key to it all.

Eventually, silence falls over the battlefield; only the distant sound of sirens breaking through the stillness remains. Stella lets out a shaky breath, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her bearings. Slowly, carefully, she climbs to her feet,

Gingerly, she moves towards your prone form, her eyes darting around nervously as if expecting the police to come back at any moment. When she reaches you, she hesitates for a moment before gently nudging your shoulder with her foot. "Hey," she whispers, "wake up." Her voice is barely above a whisper, trembling slightly from the adrenaline crash that's just started to hit her.

She watches as you slowly begin to stir, blinking groggily before finally focusing on her. The fear and confusion in your eyes mirror her own feelings perfectly. For the first time in what feels like forever, she tries to smile reassuringly at you; it comes out more like a grimace of pain. "We made it," she croaks, leaning down to help you up onto unsteady feet. "Now we just need to get as far away from here as possible before anyone realizes... well, everything."

Together, the two of you manage to stumble through the woods in the general direction of civilization, moving with all the stealth and speed that your wounded bodies will allow. The silence between you is deafening; neither one knows quite what to say after all that's happened, or how to begin to repair the damage that's been done. But at least for now, you have each other... and maybe that's enough.

As the distance between you and the scene of the battle grows greater with every step you take, Stella can't help but wonder if things will ever go back to how they were before. She doesn't know what kind of future awaits her now, or whether she'll be able to find peace and acceptance for who she is after everything that's happened. But one thing she does know is that having you by her side makes the journey a little bit easier to bear.

She glances over at you out of the corner of her eye, taking in your exhausted but determined expression. You might hate her, she thinks to herself, but deep down... you understand her too. And maybe, just maybe, that understanding is enough to carry you both through whatever comes next. So she pushes aside her doubts and fears for now, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other until they can find someplace safe where they can figure out what the hell happens next.

Eventually, the sounds of civilization begin to filter back into their hearing: cars passing by on a distant highway, people laughing and talking as they go about their daily lives. Stella hesitates for a moment, glancing at you uncertainly before taking the lead again. She knows that once they step out of these woods, everything will change; there'll be cops and reporters and questions and confusion. But she can only keep putting one foot in front of the other until they reach whatever end lies waiting for them just beyond the treeline.

I'm sorry... I never meant for things to get so out of control... For forcing you into this... It was selfish and stupid of me... I just wanted someone to notice me, to care about what happened to me... But now that we're here, we need to make the best of it. We have to keep moving forward, together. You can hate me if you want... but please don't give up on us. Not yet. We still have a chance to make things right... If only we can find somewhere safe where no one will ever find us again. And maybe, just maybe, in time, I can earn your forgiveness... I promise I'll try my best not to screw things up anymore.