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Breakers of delicious sensation rolled through her, making it nearly impossible to focus on uttering ‘frightened, pained’ cries.
The desire to feel him inside of her grew as he teased her clit. She could feel tension coiling inside of her until she could hardly draw breath to utter any sound at all.
Abruptly, he began to shake. He ground his teeth together, began thrusting faster.
Lena almost felt like crying when she felt his cock jerking and his seed spilling along her cleft.
He was still gasping hoarsely, supporting himself on one arm, when he began
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searching the bedding beside Lena’s head. Grasping something, he shoved it into the next of her tunic, tucking it beneath one breast. “It’s in the food.”
She didn’t get the chance to ask him what he was talking about. She hardly heard the comment that accompanied his stranger behavior, for a loud, metallic clicking noise filled the area almost before he’d finished coming. Twisting her head, Lena saw metal sheets rising from the floor like closing teeth. Still confused by the drugs in her system, fear coursed through her, not understanding. As the metal sheets locked into place, however, she realized the room had shrunk.
The man dabbed at her face with one finger and then stroked the finger along her thighs. “For good measure.”
That comment was as cryptic as the previous one.
“Fun’s over,” the guard growled, one hand curling around Dax’s shoulder. With a snarl, Dax swung a backhanded blow at the guard. Lena screamed as a jolt went through Dax and entered her where his body still touched hers. Grinning down at Dax’s convulsing form, the guard grabbed her arm, hauled her from the bunk, and dragged her from the room.
It wasn’t until the guard had shoved her into her own cell that Lena had the chance to try to put together what had just happened. Wilting to the floor, she stared at her bloodied thighs uncomprehendingly for several moments. Blood? He hadn’t penetrated her. How could there be blood?
She realized after a few minutes that he’d dabbed at the cuts on her face.
He’d transferred the blood-- for good measure .
Still thoroughly rattled and bewildered, it was a while before Lena remembered the man calling himself Dax had shoved something inside her tunic. Shoving her hand into the neck of the blouse, she curled her fingers around the strange, small object and pulled it out to study it.
“Bread?” she murmured, more baffled than enlightened.
It’s in the food.
Realizing after a while that she’d begun to ache and throb all over, most particularly her face, Lena struggled to her feet, and looked around the cell. The tiny room contained nothing but a double bunk and a toilet. After staring down at the revolting bowl of the toilet for several moments, she gave up the search for cool water to sooth her throbbing face and moved to the bunk.
Her cellmate was gone, dead and disposed of like garbage. The idea of lying on the woman’s bunk made her feel ill, though, and finally she climbed up and settled on the top bunk.
It’s in the food.
He’d given her a small chunk of bread.
She dozed off still trying to make sense of everything that had happened. When she woke later, her head had ceased to swim and the pain she’d felt earlier had dulled.
Once she’d shaken off the dregs of sleep, though, she realized she was hungry--and more clear headed than she could remember being in a very long time.
After staring at the squashed piece of bread in her hand for several moments, she lifted it to her mouth and took a bite, remembering her cellmate had beaten her to the food the last time it was brought and eaten both her own portion and Lena’s.
And her cellmate was dead.
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She sat up abruptly as it dawned on her that that was why her cellmate was dead.
She hadn’t choked on the food. She’d overdosed on the drug injected into the food. Fear and anger surged through her at that thought. She was lucid,
The desire to feel him inside of her grew as he teased her clit. She could feel tension coiling inside of her until she could hardly draw breath to utter any sound at all.
Abruptly, he began to shake. He ground his teeth together, began thrusting faster.
Lena almost felt like crying when she felt his cock jerking and his seed spilling along her cleft.
He was still gasping hoarsely, supporting himself on one arm, when he began
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searching the bedding beside Lena’s head. Grasping something, he shoved it into the next of her tunic, tucking it beneath one breast. “It’s in the food.”
She didn’t get the chance to ask him what he was talking about. She hardly heard the comment that accompanied his stranger behavior, for a loud, metallic clicking noise filled the area almost before he’d finished coming. Twisting her head, Lena saw metal sheets rising from the floor like closing teeth. Still confused by the drugs in her system, fear coursed through her, not understanding. As the metal sheets locked into place, however, she realized the room had shrunk.
The man dabbed at her face with one finger and then stroked the finger along her thighs. “For good measure.”
That comment was as cryptic as the previous one.
“Fun’s over,” the guard growled, one hand curling around Dax’s shoulder. With a snarl, Dax swung a backhanded blow at the guard. Lena screamed as a jolt went through Dax and entered her where his body still touched hers. Grinning down at Dax’s convulsing form, the guard grabbed her arm, hauled her from the bunk, and dragged her from the room.
It wasn’t until the guard had shoved her into her own cell that Lena had the chance to try to put together what had just happened. Wilting to the floor, she stared at her bloodied thighs uncomprehendingly for several moments. Blood? He hadn’t penetrated her. How could there be blood?
She realized after a few minutes that he’d dabbed at the cuts on her face.
He’d transferred the blood-- for good measure .
Still thoroughly rattled and bewildered, it was a while before Lena remembered the man calling himself Dax had shoved something inside her tunic. Shoving her hand into the neck of the blouse, she curled her fingers around the strange, small object and pulled it out to study it.
“Bread?” she murmured, more baffled than enlightened.
It’s in the food.
Realizing after a while that she’d begun to ache and throb all over, most particularly her face, Lena struggled to her feet, and looked around the cell. The tiny room contained nothing but a double bunk and a toilet. After staring down at the revolting bowl of the toilet for several moments, she gave up the search for cool water to sooth her throbbing face and moved to the bunk.
Her cellmate was gone, dead and disposed of like garbage. The idea of lying on the woman’s bunk made her feel ill, though, and finally she climbed up and settled on the top bunk.
It’s in the food.
He’d given her a small chunk of bread.
She dozed off still trying to make sense of everything that had happened. When she woke later, her head had ceased to swim and the pain she’d felt earlier had dulled.
Once she’d shaken off the dregs of sleep, though, she realized she was hungry--and more clear headed than she could remember being in a very long time.
After staring at the squashed piece of bread in her hand for several moments, she lifted it to her mouth and took a bite, remembering her cellmate had beaten her to the food the last time it was brought and eaten both her own portion and Lena’s.
And her cellmate was dead.
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She sat up abruptly as it dawned on her that that was why her cellmate was dead.
She hadn’t choked on the food. She’d overdosed on the drug injected into the food. Fear and anger surged through her at that thought. She was lucid,
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