About four hours later, Doxi was still on the bridge.  She was in the half asleep, half awake state that sometimes came with bridge watch.  That where the mind wanders while keeping just enough awareness if there's a problem to snap back to full alertness.   Which is exactly what happened as Theristina came running up the stairs to the bridge.   She was wearing a silk robe, and a strapon belt.  The rubber cock bouncing before her as she came running up the stairs jiggled comically, at least it would have been comical if it weren't for the look on the marine's face.<br/><br/>"Capn," she said snapping a very quick salute, "We've a problem!"<br/><br/>She paused to catch her breath and then said, "I went to take my turn... helping... the prisoner.  But Marek was still there.  He'd been there for over an hour and a half and refused to leave, refused to stop fucking Vera.   The prisoner also had no desire to let him stop either, instead asking me to join in.  But captain, we both know Marek, he's well endowed and has stamina... but nintety minutes is a long time... and the cum... dear god captain... there's cum EVERYWHERE.   Even taking into account the massive amount that he produces, it's at least seven or eight of his loads.  I don't think he CAN stop."<br/><br/>Seven or Eight of Marek's loads were easily as much as twenty or thirty cumshots from a normal man, that room would likely be a disaster area if what Theristina said was true.