Chapter Eleven
Mating Ritual
The robot tugged me along the women’s prison corridor, past cell after cell of naked women. Most were entertaining male ‘visitors’, panting and gasping for breath, their bodies writhing, positioned in a multitude of abnormal s****l encounters spawned by Big d**k’s bondage-game computer chip. Finally, my robot stopped me and opened a barred door. What I saw inside the women’s cell was both amazing, and delightfully congenial. Lying on a cot with his head toward me was our chief medical director, Dr. Vincent Durant (He preferred to be called ‘Vince’).
Vince’s eyes were closed, his mouth open, his chest heaving up and down, laboring for breath. He lay on his back, his arms stretched tight beside his head, his wrists chained to the center of the top end of his
