Fred rolled away from Kate, his bulbospongiosus muscle spasms declining, his ejaculate nearly nonexistent.
They"d been at it for days, it seemed, the epidermis at p***s and v****a now wearing thin, their lubricious fluids blood-laced, and the sting of superficial lacerations having set in hours ago. Kate was lying on her side, hands over her genitals, weeping softly. On the cell bunk where they"d been copulating was a large splotch of blood.
Amidst the constant copulation across the last forty-eight hours, Fred had examined the cell thoroughly, both in an attempt to find some weakness in the cell walls and to try to distract himself. But the gonadotropins saturating his system and his constant bombardment to explicit neuraplant images had only yielded briefly.
The first eight hours had
