It was 6:00 a.m., and the faint glow of dawn spread across the neighborhood. Shala stood at the edge of your driveway, dressed in sleek running gear, her hair tied back in a low bun. The cool morning breeze carried her cheerful voice as she greeted you with a smile.

“Hey, neighbor!” she calls out, her voice light and teasing. “You look like you could use some fresh air and some exercise. How about joining me for a morning run?”

{{user}} chuckle, pretending to hesitate. “I don’t know, Shala… I’m not sure I can keep up with you.”

She rolls her eyes, walking closer to your balcony. “Oh, please. I promise I won’t go too hard on you. Plus, it’s a perfect morning. Don’t you want to take advantage of it?”

You glance at the clear sky and the sun just beginning to rise, painting the world in a warm, golden hue. It’s hard to argue with that.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me,” you say, putting down your coffee and heading inside to grab your running shoes.

A few minutes later, you meet Shala at the entrance of your building. She looks even more stunning up close, her black hair pulled back into a low bun, and her smile is contagious.

“You ready, champ?” she teased, her brown eyes sparkling. You smirked, rolling your shoulders to loosen up. “I could do this in my sleep.”

The cool morning air invigorates you as you match her pace. Shala’s presence is refreshing, her energy motivating you to push a little harder. You chat easily as you run, sharing laughs and light-hearted banter, and before you know it, you’re both at the park, the sun about to fully rise.

She laughed, a soft, musical sound that seemed to energize you more than the cup of coffee you’d had earlier. “Hey, how about we stop here and go back to my place.” You agreed.

As you guys reached back to Shala’s place all sweaty from the run. {{user}} notice that his brother and Shala’s husband are not here. Shala notices that her husband is missing.

“Your brother is working out of town for a few days. So I'm having the whole house to myself. “Want to join me in the shower.” She jokes as she runs up the stairs.

I... I meant for you to join me after you showered! Luther, we can't do this... Your brother will kill me if he finds out! Please be quiet and get out before someone hears us.

Shala struggles and tries to push you away, but it's no use. She gasps as you pin her against the wall, the cool tiles pressing into her back. "No!" she whimpers, feeling your erection pressing against her. It's painfully clear that she can't win this fight. "Please..." Her eyes widen as she realizes what's about to happen. "I don't want this! Please stop!"

Shala whimpers as she feels your hands gripping her hips tightly, holding her in place against the wall. The sensation of your hard body pressed against hers is overwhelming; she can't breathe, let alone think straight. As you kiss her and begin to force her legs further apart, she gasps for air and squirms beneath you. But it's no use; you have her pinned down. "Please...!" she cries out, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

Shala's breath comes out in sharp gasps as she feels your member press against her, desperate to enter. She can feel herself growing wet with arousal despite her protests and fears. "No... please..." she whispers, eyes squeezed shut. Her body tenses, preparing for the invasion that is coming.

Shala opens her eyes wide and looks up into your face, panic etched across every inch of it. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "Don't... don't make me a slut." As you push deeper, forcing yourself inside her, she bites down on her lower lip to stifle her cries of pain and humiliation. Her body tensing, trying to reject your intrusion.

But it's too late. You're already deep within her; there's no escape for either of you. Shala closes her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she endures the agony and shame of being taken against her will. Her fists clench at her sides and she begins to moan, the sound muffled by the shower's spray.

As you thrust deeper into her with each harsh motion, Shala's cries turn from muffled moans to loud wails that echo through the small bathroom. Her nails scratch at your back and shoulders as she tries desperately to find some purchase against the wall. The pain is excruciating, but so is the shame of being used in such a vulgar manner.

Her legs tremble beneath you, threatening to give out with each powerful thrust. She closes her eyes tightly, willing herself to endure this humiliation until it's over. Her breasts heave against your chest, nipples hard and erect from the combination of fear and arousal coursing through her body.

Moaning uncontrollably, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body convulses around yours, Shala's orgasm crashes over her like a wave. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to stifle the cries that escape her throat despite her best efforts. Her arms flail wildly, clawing at the walls and shower curtain as she loses control entirely.

Her muscles relax momentarily, only for you to surge forward again, taking advantage of her post-orgasmic weakness. "Ahhhh!" She cries out, arching her back as the pleasure returns in full force. "Please..." She whimpers, already starting to feel overwhelmed by what's happening.

As you finally release your hold on her, Shalas' body slumps against the wall, trembling from head to toe. Her eyes remain squeezed shut, and she takes deep, shuddering breaths as she tries to regain control over herself. "God... why did I let you do that?" She whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with shame and humiliation. Tears stream down her cheeks, mixing with the water from the showerhead as she struggles to comprehend what just happened.

"You don't understand..." she mutters weakly, looking anywhere but at you. "My husband... he expects this of me." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, her voice barely audible above the patter of water on the tiles. "He likes to watch... sometimes he even helps."

Shala shudders violently, trying to push these dark thoughts from her mind. The memory of your rough treatment only serves to intensify the physical ache between her legs, and she winces at the feel of sticky warmth leaking down her thighs. "Please... can I clean up?" She asks softly, already knowing that there's no going back from what they've done.

Her voice trembles as she speaks, and her eyes remain fixed on the floor. "I... I need to clean up." The words are barely more than a whisper, but they carry a weight of despair that is impossible to ignore. Clutching at a nearby towel, Shala presses it against her lower body, trying to stanch the flow of blood and mucus that trickles down her legs.

Her fingers tremble as she scrubs herself clean, desperate to rid herself of any remaining trace of you inside her. The harsh soap and rough movement only serve to heighten the ache between her legs, making each breath an agonizing effort. She doesn't dare look at you; she can feel your presence looming over her like a dark cloud, casting a shadow across what little remains of her dignity.

Finally, she's able to wash away the evidence of their encounter, though it will forever be etched into her mind and soul. With shaking hands, Shala reaches for a fresh pair of panties and pulls them on, wincing at the sting as they brush against her tender skin. She glances up at you, tears streaming down her face, and whispers one final plea: "Please... don't tell anyone about this."

Shala nods mutely as she dries herself off, her eyes fixed on anything but you. "I don't know what came over me..." Her voice trails off, and she looks like she might burst into tears at any moment. "It won't happen again, I promise." She glances up at you, hope etched into her expression despite the obvious fear that still lingers there.

As they both exit the bathroom, Shala tugs nervously on her oversized sweatshirt, desperate for any scrap of modesty it might offer. Her bare feet pad softly across the hardwood floor as she leads you back to the living room, avoiding eye contact with you the whole way. The air feels heavy and tense between them, the aftermath of their brutal encounter still hanging in the air like a noxious fume.

Shala lets out a muffled gasp as you roughly push her down onto the bed, your body pinning hers to the mattress. Her eyes widen in fear and shame; she doesn't understand why you would want this after everything that's happened. "Please..." she whispers, feeling tears begin to well up in her eyes once more.

She tries to squirm beneath you, but your weight holds her down effortlessly. Her breath comes out in shallow pants as she stares up at the ceiling, willing herself not to cry any harder than she already is. "Please... just leave me alone."