Chapter 19: Warped Vows

Jaime’s facial bruises had faded, a ghostly echo of past resistance, as anal sex with Reggie wove into their daily rhythm—a dark thread stitching their captivity. On their cramped prison bed, she lay back against him, his massive Black cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy, a relentless tide eroding her old self. Her wedding band and engagement ring glinted on her finger, tarnished relics of vows now buried beneath his claim.

“Want me to cum in your pussy this time, baby, or you want me fuckin’ your ass again?” Reggie rasped, his voice a low growl against her ear.

“Ah ... ooh ... not my pussy. Might get pregnant ... in my ass,” Jaime panted, her breath hitching with each thrust.

“Thought you wanted my Black baby?” he teased, a taunt laced with possession.

“Ah ... ooh ... not here ... not in jail,” she gasped, clinging to a shred of control.

“Okay, baby. Ask nice, like I taught you,” he commanded, his tone a velvet whip.

“Please ... ooh ... ah ... fuck my ass. I want your big Black cock in my ass,” she pleaded, the words spilling out as he’d drilled them into her—a script of submission etched deep.

“Okay, baby, you know what to do,” he purred, triumph curling his lips.

Jaime obeyed his cue, hand drifting down to pull his wet cock from her pussy, stroking it with a practiced rhythm as she grazed its head over her clit—moves he’d forced through grudging repeats until they became her own. After teasing her clit stiff, she took the near-empty lube tube he handed her, smearing the clear gel over his thick shaft—a cold ritual sealing her fate. Then she guided him into her anus, a slow, searing breach she’d learned to yield to.

“Ah ... oh...” she moaned, a sound torn between surrender and lingering shame.

Reggie’s hand slid down her taut stomach, fingers dipping into her pussy, slicking her clit with her own juices as he thrust into her tight asshole—a cruel symphony of control. His other hand roamed up, tweaking her hard nipple, a spark igniting her nerves. Jaime bit her lip, caught in the tide.

“That feel good, baby?” he murmured, breath hot against her neck.

“Uh-huh,” she whispered, a reluctant confession.

“You love me, baby?” he pressed, his voice a dark lure.

“Yes ... ah ... love you...” she echoed, the words a hollow shell she’d been shaped to fill.

“I remember you tellin’ me how wrong anal be, how you hated it,” Reggie whispered, his taunt a dagger probing her old shame—how he’d forced her to fake liking it until the lie turned real, a truth carved into her flesh.