Chapter 17: Sin’s Relentless Tide

Unaware of the deal struck over her fate, Jaime crouched in the corner, pressed against the cold stone floor—a frail creature cornered in a predator’s lair. Reggie loomed above, his hulking frame casting a shadow that swallowed her whole, a dark tide blotting out her fragile light. Captain Torres slammed the rusted iron bars shut behind him, the clang reverberating off the crumbling walls of the old Spanish mission turned prison—a knell sealing her doom.

“Hey, baby. You miss me?” Reggie grinned, hand kneading the thick bulge in his crotch as he snatched the anal lube from beside their bed. “Bring that sweet white ass over here. Gonna break it in more. Feelin’ romantic—wanna love my wife some.”

Jaime shook her head, dread coiling tight in her throat, eyes locked on Reggie stroking himself hard—a grotesque ritual she couldn’t unsee. Yet she rose, slow and unsteady, as if tugged by invisible strings despite her vow to resist. The thought of his massive cock in her anus churned her stomach, a vile specter, but her feet betrayed her, inching forward. A sickening warmth spread between her legs, her body’s treason a knife twisting in her gut. Step by reluctant step, she edged toward him, a moth drawn to a flame she loathed.

“Please, Reggie ... not that again,” she pleaded, head whipping side to side, a desperate thrash against the inevitable.

“Good girl,” Reggie barked, snagging her wrist and yanking her to their bed with a force that jolted her bones. “Now bend over for me, baby. Not what again? Don’t you want me to love you?”

Love? The word buckled her mind, a warped echo of something sacred now profaned. His hand slammed onto her shoulders, pinning her chest to the mattress like a sacrificial slab, while the other dove into her prison pants’ elastic waistband, ripping them down with her pink silk thong in one brutal tug. He gripped between her legs, under her mons, a possessive clamp. “Stick that ass up higher. I got a lot more love to give you.”

“No ... I don’t want you to love me,” Jaime sobbed, clinging to the fraying scraps of her dignity, her voice a fragile thread snapping under his weight.

“What you mean, baby? You denyin’ us—how you love me?” With her ass thrust up obscenely, Reggie’s hands pried her cheeks wide, his tongue lapping at her anus, perineum, and pussy—a ravenous beast feasting on her shame.

“Oh God ... no...” she whimpered, a plea lost to the void.

“Oh, yes. This be the best part of you. Love that sweet lil’ ass—cleaned up real nice in the shower for me like a good prison wife. You wantin’ this, ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed of,” he purred, his voice a taunting lullaby.

Jaime buried her face in the sheet, tears soaking through like blood from a wound, as Reggie devoured her asshole and pussy. Why did God let this filth keep breaking her? “P-p-please ... no more ... stop...” she choked, her wedding band and engagement ring pressing into her clenched fists—mute relics of a fidelity crumbling to dust.

“Mmm ... don’t be cryin’, baby. Your pussy be drippin’ wet. It’s okay to like it,” Reggie murmured, diving back for her slick nectar, then swirling his tongue around her anus—a relentless siege on her senses.

“Ah ... uh ... no ... I don’t like any of this ... please stop...” she sobbed, but her voice faded as her mind sank into the flood of sensations he unleashed. She stayed on hands and knees, ass tilted up like an offering, thoughts drifting from God and Steve. Time blurred—minutes or hours lost as her hips nudged back unconsciously, a traitor’s rhythm. “No ... ah ... uh...” she moaned, restraint slipping, the perverse act growing familiar, her resistance softening into a muddled haze against her will.