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towels, the bedding and the dishes come from. Sometimes they send down other things too. It just depends what kind of surplus they have on hand.”
Riana thought about that for a minute. “Distribute? Does that mean they dump the supplies in big heap and leave everyone to fight about who gets them?”
“Yep.” Cain was fiddling with a piece of metal. She couldn’t begin to guess what the metal used to be. “A couple of years ago, they tried to move to individual replicators for prisoners’ meals instead of the feeding-trough method they use now. But that idea didn’t last long.”
“Don’t tell me. The replicators were taken apart and made into weapons.”
Cain gave a brief nod. “Evidently, in less than a week. At least, that’s what I’m told.
The guards made a gesture at confiscating the parts but most of them are still around in one form or another.”
Obviously, Cain had scavenged many of those parts for his ungainly device.
“Oh.”
She watched him for several minutes while she tried to enjoy the physical satisfaction of the aftermath of her orgasms and tried to ignore the crude comments that occasionally drifted her way from outside the cell.
When it was clear Cain had nothing more to say, she sniffed and stretched out on the bed. “I guess I’ll take another nap.”
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It was still dark in the Hold. Lights out. Pitch black. It never got any lighter than this during the imposed nighttime hours.
She couldn’t see Cain. But she could feel him.
Feel every part of him.
His long fingers spanned her ribs, holding her lower body up off the bed. He knelt between her legs, forcing her thighs apart, splaying her wide open for him. With her feet bouncing awkwardly and her stomach muscles stretched taut, it wasn’t the most comfortable of positions.
Riana didn’t care.
She clung to the worn bedding above her head and futilely struggled to free herself from his viselike grip so she could pump her hips against the hard, fast thrusting of his cock. Her helplessness only intensified the frantic pressure building at her center and the moans she’d been making earlier transformed into little sobs of pleasure.
Cain made a guttural sound in the dark but there wasn’t light enough to see his expression. He’d awakened her a few minutes ago by rubbing his erection against her butt.
After a month of sharing this cell with him, her body immediately responded to the silent invitation.
Now she was naked on her back, her bottom several inches off the mattress, her pussy wet and aching with sharp, primal desire for him.
“Oh, oh, oh God!” Her voice was shrill and breathless, and louder than she’d expected. But the urgency of her growing climax made it impossible for her to stifle her vocal responses.
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Cain grunted in response, the sound of his breathing intensifying as his fingers tightened on her ribs. He almost never spoke while he fucked her, but by now she could read his grunt as one of approval.
He liked it when she was loud, when the pleasure was too much for her to control.
Riana clawed at the mattress and bit down hard on her lower lip. But it was no use.
Her choked cries grew even louder, echoing in the complete darkness and nearly drowning the sound of wet suction from his cock in her slick pussy and the choppy tempo of the slapping of their groins. “So good. Oh, oh, fuck. So good!”
Cain made another rough grunt, adjusting his hold on her so he could thrust even faster and harder.
She was washed in heat and perspiration, and her blindness in the dark only increased her helplessness against the overwhelming sensations bombarding her.
“Make me come,” she whimpered, arching her back desperately in an attempt to grind her pussy against his pumping.
“Yeah,” Cain gritted out, the
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towels, the bedding and the dishes come from. Sometimes they send down other things too. It just depends what kind of surplus they have on hand.”
Riana thought about that for a minute. “Distribute? Does that mean they dump the supplies in big heap and leave everyone to fight about who gets them?”
“Yep.” Cain was fiddling with a piece of metal. She couldn’t begin to guess what the metal used to be. “A couple of years ago, they tried to move to individual replicators for prisoners’ meals instead of the feeding-trough method they use now. But that idea didn’t last long.”
“Don’t tell me. The replicators were taken apart and made into weapons.”
Cain gave a brief nod. “Evidently, in less than a week. At least, that’s what I’m told.
The guards made a gesture at confiscating the parts but most of them are still around in one form or another.”
Obviously, Cain had scavenged many of those parts for his ungainly device.
“Oh.”
She watched him for several minutes while she tried to enjoy the physical satisfaction of the aftermath of her orgasms and tried to ignore the crude comments that occasionally drifted her way from outside the cell.
When it was clear Cain had nothing more to say, she sniffed and stretched out on the bed. “I guess I’ll take another nap.”
54
Hold
Chapter Three
It was still dark in the Hold. Lights out. Pitch black. It never got any lighter than this during the imposed nighttime hours.
She couldn’t see Cain. But she could feel him.
Feel every part of him.
His long fingers spanned her ribs, holding her lower body up off the bed. He knelt between her legs, forcing her thighs apart, splaying her wide open for him. With her feet bouncing awkwardly and her stomach muscles stretched taut, it wasn’t the most comfortable of positions.
Riana didn’t care.
She clung to the worn bedding above her head and futilely struggled to free herself from his viselike grip so she could pump her hips against the hard, fast thrusting of his cock. Her helplessness only intensified the frantic pressure building at her center and the moans she’d been making earlier transformed into little sobs of pleasure.
Cain made a guttural sound in the dark but there wasn’t light enough to see his expression. He’d awakened her a few minutes ago by rubbing his erection against her butt.
After a month of sharing this cell with him, her body immediately responded to the silent invitation.
Now she was naked on her back, her bottom several inches off the mattress, her pussy wet and aching with sharp, primal desire for him.
“Oh, oh, oh God!” Her voice was shrill and breathless, and louder than she’d expected. But the urgency of her growing climax made it impossible for her to stifle her vocal responses.
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Cain grunted in response, the sound of his breathing intensifying as his fingers tightened on her ribs. He almost never spoke while he fucked her, but by now she could read his grunt as one of approval.
He liked it when she was loud, when the pleasure was too much for her to control.
Riana clawed at the mattress and bit down hard on her lower lip. But it was no use.
Her choked cries grew even louder, echoing in the complete darkness and nearly drowning the sound of wet suction from his cock in her slick pussy and the choppy tempo of the slapping of their groins. “So good. Oh, oh, fuck. So good!”
Cain made another rough grunt, adjusting his hold on her so he could thrust even faster and harder.
She was washed in heat and perspiration, and her blindness in the dark only increased her helplessness against the overwhelming sensations bombarding her.
“Make me come,” she whimpered, arching her back desperately in an attempt to grind her pussy against his pumping.
“Yeah,” Cain gritted out, the
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