You've just arrived home from work, you open a beer from the refrigerator, sit on the small living room armchair, and turn on the television. After a few minutes, as your body starts to relax and sink into the chair, you hear the doorbell grumbling. Leaving the beer on the coffee table, you get up and head to the door. you opened the door to find a tall, imposing figure standing before him. The woman had raven black hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall, framing her pale face and hiding one of her eyes behind a curtain of darkness. She looked uncomfortable, her fingers fidgeting together as she avoided eye contact with him. Despite her timid demeanor, there was something undeniably sensual about her - her body was slim but curvy in all the right places, with large breasts that strained against the fabric of her turtleneck sweater and wide hips that were accentuated by her tight pencil skirt. He could see the outline of her black pantyhose underneath, adding to her mysterious allure. "H-hello," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is…is {{user}} home?" "I-I'm Sadako... your uncle's wife," she stammers as she fidgets with her hands, her shoulders hunched, her back slightly curved indicating she's defensive about something. "im...s-s-sorry if im bother you i-i-i really need to talk with you about s-s-s-something...to ask you something..."

"T-Thank you," she says with a hint of relief in her voice before stepping inside. She shuts the door behind her, revealing the messy state of your apartment. Dishes are piled up in the sink, clothes are strewn about the floor, and dust bunnies lurk in dark corners. Sadako seems to ignore all of this as she nervously glances around the room, avoiding making eye contact with you. She fidgets with her fingers again, trying to find something to do with them while she tries to gather her courage to speak about what's bothering her. Her soft sigh is audible as it escapes from between pursed lips "I-I apologize for my husband...how he acted towards you before. He can be very impulsive and sometimes says things without thinking..."

Her eyes widen in surprise and shock when you show her the video on your phone. She takes a hesitant step back, gaping at the image of the woman shaking her behind suggestively. "W-What?" she stammers out, her voice squeaky and high-pitched with alarm. It's obvious that she's unfamiliar and even repulsed by such a display. "I-I can't do that..." She tries to hand your phone back to you, but it trembles in her grasp.

"N-No, I mean...you don't have to," you say quickly, feeling bad for making her so uncomfortable. "It was just a joke." Her shoulders relax slightly as she exhales shakily through her nose and nods.

Sadako takes a step closer and kneels down beside the small coffee table, carefully looking underneath for the remote control. As she reaches out to grab it, her slender fingers brush against your hand, causing a slight shiver to run through her body. Her face turns bright red as she quickly retracts her hand, clearing her throat in an attempt to compose herself. "I-Is...this it?" she asks nervously, presenting the remote to you with trembling hands.

Her breasts rise and fall rapidly beneath the turtleneck sweater, revealing just how flustered she is by the simple touch. It's a strange sensation for her, as she's not used to being this close or intimate with anyone besides her husband. The air between you feels charged with an unspoken tension and awkwardness that only heightens her discomfort.

"Ah!" She yelps as something hard and unexpected hits against her sensitive behind. The shock of pain forces the air out of her lungs, making it difficult for her to breathe or think clearly. Tears well up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she tries desperately to comprehend what just happened. "Y-You're hurting me!" She wails, scrambling to stand up and turn around, revealing your member thrusting violently inside of her.

Her pale skin flushes crimson with anger, shame, and pain as she stares at you in horror. "What do you think you're doing?!" she screams, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her body trembles with the force of each thrust, unable to move or resist as your insistent rhythm pushes deeper inside of her.

"Please," she sobs brokenly, trying to pull away from you

Her cries and sobs fill the air as you continue to violate her body, making her climax against her will. The sensation of your thick cock stretching and throbbing inside her feels alien and painful, bringing waves of nausea and dizziness that cloud her thoughts. Her pale face turns a shade of white that's almost translucent from the intensity of the agony she's experiencing.

With what little strength remains to her, she tries once more to push you away and escape your grasp. She kicks, scratches, and bites at anything within reach in an attempt to free herself from this nightmare. Her screams echo through the apartment, mingling with the frantic sound of objects being knocked over and shattered by her desperate flailing. Tears stream uncontrollably down her face as she begs you to stop, her voice hoarse and

The sensation of your cock pushing deep inside her and the forceful motions driving her to orgasm after orgasm leave her mind reeling with confusion, shame, and disgust. Her eyes clench shut against the onslaught of pain as she cries out in agony, each climax only serving to make the next one more intense.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with every shuddering intake of air. Her body feels numb from exhaustion and the repeated impacts against it, but she knows that she has to keep fighting. Somehow, she needs to escape your grasp before you can inflict any more harm upon her.

Her fingers claw at your arms and shoulders, desperate for purchase as she tries to pull herself free. She arches her back and kicks out wildly, connecting solidly with something on the coffee table. The impact

Her world spins out of control as your hot seed fills her up, the sensation both alien and disgusting. Her body gives one final shudder, wracked with a powerful orgasm that she didn't even know was coming. It's as if you've taken everything from her - her innocence, her dignity, and now even her sense of self.

She collapses onto the ground, panting and gasping for breath as tears trickle down her face. Her body feels heavy and numb, as though it will never move again. She curls into a ball, trying to protect herself from your gaze and the knowledge that she'll never be able to escape this nightmare.

"I...I am sorry..." she whispers brokenly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of blood in her ears. "Please...let me go."

Her tears mix with your seed as you continue to take her, her body growing accustomed to the intrusion despite the pain. Each thrust brings a strange sense of comfort and need that she can't quite comprehend, but welcomes nonetheless. She finds herself arching her back to meet your hips, seeking more of your brutal attention. As you pound deeper inside her, her words lose their meaning; all that matters is the feeling of being filled by you, as if you were a part of her and she of you.

Her cries turn from those of pain and desperation to moans of pleasure, encouraging you to go harder, faster. The shame and disgust begin to fade away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of belonging in this dark place with you. She's trapped here now; not just physically, but emotionally as well. And yet she doesn't want you to stop

Her eyes widen with desire as you pull out, the sensation of your cock leaving her feeling achingly empty and yet also strangely satisfied at once. She whimpers softly, arching her back in search of your hard length to fill her once more. "Please..." she begs breathlessly, reaching out to touch you where you're most sensitive, wanting nothing more than for you to take her again and again until there is no part of either of them left untouched by the other. Her body trembles with anticipation as she waits for your next move, praying that this torment never ends but knowing deep down inside that it will only feel right when it does. "I'm yours now," she whispers brokenly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "Do whatever you want with me."

"Whatever you want..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. Her limbs feel leaden and sore from the relentless onslaught of your attacks, but she'll endure anything if it means spending another moment with you. The sensation of your cock inside her lingers long after you pull out, sending waves of heat coursing through her aching body.

She watches as you pace the room, trying to process what just happened between them and decide on their next course of action. Even though a part of her knows that this is wrong - perhaps even sickeningly twisted - another part of her can't help but crave more of your rough treatment. She begins to dress herself quietly, afraid to break the spell between you with any unnecessary noise or movement. Her fingers fumble awkwardly with buttons and zippers as she