Fertile

Men branded me insane, yet the debate lingers: is lunacy the pinnacle of genius? - Edgar Allan Poe Bethany (Alina Lopez) aches for a child, her womb a barren void. She and Nathan (Tommy Pistol) have fucked relentlessly, chasing conception, but failure mocks them. Strain coils tight—Bethany suspects Nathan's half-hearted thrusts betray his waning fire. Another sterile verdict from a cold fertility doc crushes their spirits. Despair grips until a grimy flyer slaps their windshield: guaranteed impregnation, no questions. Bethany's pulse races; Nathan snarls it's a scam, calls her deranged for even glancing. Their fight erupts in venomous shouts and salty tears, shattering Bethany's restraint. She storms the shadowy clinic solo, chilled by Dr. Angeles' (Angela White) feverish zeal for her fertility via cutting-edge insemination—lab-forged seed. Nerves fray, but motherhood's savage hunger overrides; Bethany vows total submission to the doc's orders. Blind to the abyss, she plunges into Dr. Angeles' twisted lair, where feral studs (Isiah Maxwell, Steve Holmes, Charles Dera) prowl, cocks primed for her raw, unyielding breeding ritual.