Jailed Young Housewife

Unaware of the deal struck over her and her husband’s fate, Kaylah crouched in the corner, pressed against the cold stone floor, blankly staring into the void, buzzed from the drugs they had administered to her. 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.

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

Kaylah shook her head, eyes locked on her cellmate stroking himself—a ritual she had witnessed numerous times before and could never unsee. Yet she rose, slow and unsteady, as if tugged by invisible strings. She remembered his massive cock buried in her anus, a vile vision, but her feet betrayed her, inching forward as uncontrolled warmth spread between her legs. Step by step, she edged toward her cellmate, a moth drawn to a flame.

“Please, Reggie… not anal again.  It’s not right,” she slurred, head whipping side to side in an exaggerated manner, a desperate thrash against the inevitable.

“Good girl,” Reggie barked, snagging her wrist and yanking her to the bed with him with a force that jolted her bones. “Now bend over for me, baby. Why not anal again? Don’t you want me to love you more?”

Love? The word buckled her mind, a warped echo of something special. 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 along with her thong in one tug. He gripped between her legs, under her mons, a possessive clamp. “Stick your ass up higher for me, baby. I got a lot more love to give you.”

“Don’t want…love,” Kaylah mumbled.

“What you mean, baby? You denyin’ us—how we love each other?”

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.

“Oh… nah…” she whimpered, a plea lost to the void.

“Oh, yes. This be a very special part of you that you only share with me. Love your sweet lil’ ass—you cleaned up real nice in the shower for me like a good prison wife. You’ll soon be wantin’ this— ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed of,” he purred, his voice a deceptive lilt.

Kaylah buried her face in the sheet, Reggie devouring her asshole and pussy. “P-p-please… no more…” she choked, her wedding band and engagement ring pressing into her clenched fist. How could something so horrible feel good?

“Mmm… you like anal, baby, remember?” Reggie murmured, diving back for more of her slick nectar, then swirling his tongue around her anus—a relentless siege on her senses.

“Ah… uh… like… anal…” she slurred, her voice fading as her mind sank into the flood of drugs and intense physical sensations Reggie unleashed.

“That right, baby.  Keep repeatin’ it to me.  I’ll remind you when you forget.”

She stayed on hands and knees, ass tilted up like an offering, thoughts drifting toward her cellmate. Time blurred—minutes or hours lost as her hips began nudging back towards  him, a treasonous rhythm. “Ah…uh…like anal…” she moaned, restraint slipping, the perverse act growing familiar in the muddled haze.

Reggie observed her anal sphincter throbbing like a living pulse as his tongue pushed her to climax for him, a dark maestro conducting a perverse arrangement. “Yeah, you gettin’ comfortable with it, baby. Them potent drugs Torres shootin’ into you helpin’ you accept all this,” he sneered, triumph lacing his words.

“Like anal…” she repeated, in a drugged stupor.

“That’s right, baby. It a special way you only let certain people like me love you,” he repeated to a heavily drugged Kaylah, his grin venomous.

Reggie popped the cap off the K-Y Jelly, squeezing a glistening bead onto his thick, long shaft—a harbinger of her next violation.

“Aah… ugh…anal special…only certain people…like you…” Kaylah groaned, feeling his monstrous cock breach her anus, the intrusion nearly splitting her apart.

His hands clamped on to her hips, pulling her toward him, flesh meeting flesh with a visceral smack. “That it, baby. Relax your asshole and back on to me more. Learn how to take it this way. Gonna fill your ass with my cock like last night,” he growled, his voice a guttural command.

Her firm ass smacked his stomach, then recoiled slightly, a rhythm she couldn’t halt. He slid a hand around her waist, fingers teasing her clit in tandem to his thrusts. “Warming you to this, baby,” he rasped, each thrust bending her into a shape she never imagined. Once Steve’s alone—now completely claimed by her cellmate, shifting under his relentlessness. With each second, she lost another piece of herself to him.

“Ah… oh…ooh… like anal…special…only certain people…like you,” Kaylah moaned, reality warping as she yielded, melting into the drug-induced haze of acceptance. “Ah… my ass…special… only special people…like you…my clit… …” she slurred, tangled with him, right and wrong bleeding into a murky stew.

“You like them drugs and big Black cock in your ass,” Reggie kept reminding her, thrusting hard and deep into her anus—a brutal punctuation to his claim.

“Nah… oof…” she grunted, the air punched from her lungs.

“Start tellin’ me how good it feel, and how much you like me fuckin’ your ass—how you love me, baby,” he barked, his words coiling around her, twisting her thoughts into a sick tide.

Kaylah’s voice faltered, a whisper amid the chaos, her mind scrambling for shards of sanity. “I… I drugs and anal,” she choked out, then fell silent.

“Anal be an acquired taste for someone like you. Gonna keep workin’ you ‘til you wantin’ me to fuck you in your ass all the time,” he hissed, voice thick with lust.