Chapter 5: Relentless in the Dark

Jaime’s pussy clenched and quivered around Reggie’s cock, a trembling vise as her soft cries swelled with each thrust, piercing the dank cell like a mournful wail. Was this her fourth orgasm or fifth? Reggie couldn’t track, drowned in his own tidal pleasure, but this one roared fiercer, a tempest tearing through her. Her hands clawed desperate trails across his muscled back, fighting the perverse urge to cling to her rapist as if he were a lifeline in this abyss.

No clock or window pierced the tomb-like jail, its cold stone walls unyielding as death. Time bled into shadow, measured only by their ragged breaths and moans as they neared their third shared climax of the night. The air hung thick, a miasma of sex and sweat choking the confined space, a shroud woven from their primal tangle.

Reggie had shunned his own hand in prison, hoarding his lust for flesh over fleeting relief. A year behind bars had swollen his testicles with pent-up need, a reservoir aching to flood a woman. Jaime—unwilling, wedded Jaime—was his cruel fortune, her consent a ghost he didn’t chase. Their bodies writhed, slick with sweat and sin, and he couldn’t dam the surge any longer. “I’m gon’ cum again, baby,” he growled, voice a guttural hymn of triumph.

“No ... not inside me again ... ah ... please ... ooh ... not this time,” Jaime pleaded, her voice a fragile thread fraying against his deaf ears.

“What difference it make now, baby? Done came in you twice tonight. I’ll pull out, but you gotta be good—play with my cock like I showed you. Rub your clit with it ‘til we both cum, aight?” His tone was a blade, sharp with command.

“Ugh ... please, I’ll be good ... don’t hurt me,” she begged, trembling, terror a cold serpent coiling in her gut. “I’ll play with it ... like you want ... just pull out now.”

Reggie drove deep one last time, a conqueror planting his flag in her ravaged depths, her vulva a battlefield claimed. Then he withdrew, his thick shaft glistening as he straddled her, leaving her gasping, a fragile husk quaking beneath him. The cell reeked of lust’s aftermath, a stench that clung like damp rot.

In the dark’s embrace, Jaime’s fingers found his monstrous cock, warm and pulsing under her touch. She gripped it, veins throbbing against her palm, and stroked—a mechanical act that wrenched a groan from Reggie’s throat. His hot seed erupted, splattering her stomach and breasts, sticky ribbons branding her skin. “Oh ... ah ... you’re cumin’ on me,” she whispered, voice hollow. “I’m doin’ what you asked ... don’t hurt me, alright?”