My nymphomaniac lifestyle and nature brought me in painful trouble last days at my Horror Rape Asylum. One day suddenly Doctor Cliassi arrived and ordered me to come with him.
At the lost office he told me that my permanent fucking-around-behavior got noticed by the police and by law he is committed now to fix that problem.
In the beginning of that cruel session i got slapped harshly while being bound nude to a chair in the pretty gloomy office. The doctor was very angry about my uncontrolled hornyness he was told about me and lamented wildly against me.
Then i had to follow the doctor in a very horrible looking room and took place on an examination chair. He told me that i would get de-womanized now as kind of a therapy.
Now the horror started as a speculum was inserted in my pussy and Doctor Cliassi advertised the removal of my clitoris by the influence of acid which he was preparing to squirt inside my sex.
My screams filled the entire asylum as the acid scorched and destroyed slowly my entire inner pussy. I was yelling like a wounded animal during this horrible procedure and much blood drooled out of the speculum which made a corridor deep inside my deepest lust center. To finish the incredible pain i had to beg for mercy. And as i did, Dr. Cliassi pissed directly in the inserted speculum to make the aching acid flow out my sex.
In the next step i got commanded in the green enlightened torture room and pushed against the sink. The cruel doctor fucked me extremely hard from behind to make sure his brutal treatment was working and i felt no stimulation during that. He was right - only pain pulsed through my mind while he fucked me extremely hard and long.
Exhausted and whimpering in pain i had to hang on an iron hook for the length of a night then. Also Doctor Cliassi forbid me any shaving on my sex for the next future.
A few days later i had to observe worried the grow of rich dark pubic hair between my legs. I was seriously not amused about that fact and decided to leave the asylum for a trip into my second home, the Glass´n Stone House.
Sir Iezious was sleeping in his swing as i arrived there and i used the chance for doing a massacre with napalm, fire and gasoline. The traumatizing treatment before forced me to this kind of acting i felt. And so i soaked myself with gasoline, prepared my napalm-lighter for spraying the cruel liquids around the swing and smoked a last cigar while smiling in madness. Then i started the ignition by tossing the glowing cigar in the flammable mess around me. Huge flames burned me inexorably to the end i was hoping for - and all was good as i finally died.
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