I cried out as the orgasm waves washed over me. Still with my legs spread and my arms wide against the wall, my hips bucked with each spasm as I came ...hard.Before I fully came back down, Steve had unbuckled my jeans and pulled down the zip. He pulled my jeans down, which, because of my spread legs, was only about halfway down my thigh. Then he pulled down my panties so that they lay on top of them. I looked down and could clearly see the slimy wet patch in the gusset. Steve was kissing my. I slept a nice sleep with a nice feeling, so deeply, I never heard the knife cut the canvas that gently brushed against my nude bottom, nor did I feel him go between my bum cheeks, thanks to the oil I used to keep my skin protected from the sun's burning rays, or his semen, as he pumped into my surprisingly open pussy.The nice feeling I had experienced was in fact a 'Wet Dream', blending reality in a dream-like state of mind, 'The perfect Fuck', a girlfriend once told me, 'where your mind. I laid covered in dying sperm on the floor exhausted.The Hen Cycle -8I felt warm water spraying out of hundreds of small openings in the ceiling washing the room and me down. The dead sperm were washed down a drain in the middle of the slightly sloping floor. This cleaned me nicely. The egg that I had birthed was still in my cell. a voice came over the speaker telling me that I would be required to act as a hen to the egg which would advance it's development. A hologram image showed me what was. I decided to keep on going the way I was and hope for the best. Things would probably work themselves out.My one attempt to stop this thing would a feeble one at best, but it was all I could come up with. One day when I stopped at the gym to see how things were going I ran into Marie. I thought that she might be his Achilles’ heel. If Curley had used her to lure Dave into this deal, I thought I could possibly use her to lure him out of it. It was worth a try. She was sitting in one of several.