. I could just cry. A farmers wife? What has happened?"See... I told you that she wasn't very happy." I pointed at her portrait again."Well what do yo... expect, she was only fifteen and suddenly had herself thrust into the life as a wife... just days before, she was probably dancing and enjoying her friends... I'm sure she wasn't used to the life that she was going to be leading." She tucked the note back into the album."Well, at least she did have some family she could talk to..." I added as I. Since “dick-boy,” my nickname for her boyfriend, is grossed out by butt-play other than his drunken journeys into sodomizing her by force, that leaves it to me to satisfy her there. I do so happily. You’d think with all this that we were lovers, but sadly, for me, we’re not, at least in the usual sense.Which brings me back to my story………….There she lay in front of me, flat on her tummy, with her cute, round little bum lifted up by my knee under her pelvis, her cheeks spread slightly open. Then, out of nowhere, Mark turned to me and said: "I can't take this any more Debbie, I want you now !" I looked down at him and his dick was rock hard and standing up straight between us. Before I had a chance to say anything, he gently pushed me down onto his bed and started kissing me fiercely. It was like he wanted to eat me right up. I kissed him back just as hard, needing him to know that I wanted this as badly as he did ! I reached around him and grabbed his hard ass and started pushing. Even so, the creature lost none of its size, mass, or temper. A low growl escaping his lips when one of the visitors chanced to peep into his cell and regretted it. Next to that was the cell to Kletus Kassidy, Carnage. The psychopath had free range of his cell, containment by any kind of bindings were impossible. The three never noticed, but the interior of the sound proof cell was a riot of subharmonic noise, unnoticeable to the human ear, but the red symbiote permanently latched to the mass.