The martyr continues and so i was kept busy by numerous abusive scenarios done on me during the last days.
One stranger catched me just in the asylum´s lobby and made me suck his dick before he started to rape me right there on the couch.
He fucked me roughly until he came in my hurting ass. Then i got yanked through the dirty corridors by that brute.
I got strapped down on the big table in the medical room and painful electro-shocked until i breathed my last.
Fresh cloned and regenerated i felt in the hands of mister Chinarools, a very suspicious and dangerous fellow.
I got pushed down on my knees and he fucked my mouth until was almost choking and gasping for air.
Then the man punched and battered me along the dark corridors to the room with stretching-bench.
I had no chance to avoid being roped and chained to the torture-table. With fear widened eyes and hurting jaws a began to tremble.
He stretched me extreme for many minutes before he showed me some dangerous looking rusty pliers.
My scary tormenter started to hurt my fingers and entire hand with the horrible instrument in his hand.
He broke my fingers first, then the entire wrist and completed the destroying of my hand by dragging out every of my fingernails. Blood squirted around and splashed in my trembling face and all around the wooden bench.
After that torture i was brought in the asylum´s lobby again and placed on a modified wooden horse attached to a car-battery. It took a while until my now very weak body collapsed finally and stopped my suffering.
A girl named Carol and Sir Fed cared then for my corpse and dragged me to the kitchen.
Spitted and oiled with some well-smelling spice my cold body got heated up enormous in the roasting grill.
Fed decided to rape another girl who came by while i was roasting in the spit grill.
After he squirted his semen into the surprised and obviously scared young woman, they removed me from the roaster and decorated my smoking and crispy smelling corpse on a plate.
Again i was ending up as a scary tasty meal. My few remains were not very relevant for the cloning process which followed after that supper.
By leaving the genetics clinic i got kidnapped and raped again.
First they did it downstairs at the Toilet Tower but as more and more rapists approached i was yanked in the teleporter and the rape continued at the Asylum.
Of course there was not only rape - also i got tortured by stretching and other cruel methods during that time.
But it should come more worse i realized - Sir Omega approached at the Asylum and this was for sure nothing funny.
A few harsh words later he draw a knife and commanded me to take off my dress immediately.
Mister Omega pushed me to a chair in the small torture chamber and forced me to sit there with arms on my back.
Then he cuffed my wrists while i remembered the brutal and cruel reputation of this man.
During the next half hour my face got battered and punched intense by the cold faced ruff guy.
My legs got spread while i was breathing exhausted and busy by bearing with the pain in my swollen and bloody blue beaten hurting face.
With the sharp blade used like a horrible dildo i got penetrated in my sex, surrounded by extreme agony and rivers and splashes of blood.
Minute by minute my pussy got destroyed more and my senses faded as the pain became unbearable between my blood covered thighs.
I had to suffer and scream a lot until finally the death by blood loss released me from the scary martyr.
A bit dizzy but completely healed i awoke in the hot-tub oasis near the cloning- and reconstruction hospital at FFU.
But i had no luck and got molested and abused very soon again after that relaxing.
The crowd raped me again and again until deep in the night. Exhausted and sore at all my holes i met Sir Matt who approached at the Asylum after weeks of abstinence.
The beginning of his treatment seemed pretty soft and harmless. He stimulated my almost hurting pussy and the breasts with his fingers and a vibrating dildo.
Laying on the examination chair in the blue enlightened medical room i felt Matt´s tongue between my legs and began to relax a bit.
Then suddenly i got a plastic bag around my head, my arms and ankles were locked in the gyno-chair and i had no chance to avoid the following.
While i was gasping for air inside the skull covering bag, Matt stitched and perforated my nipples and labia lips with long needles.
Each needle had attached a thin wire which leads to a small metallic box near the chair. My body got shocked by electricity until smoke trailed up on my now scorched breasts and pussy-lips. The treatment ended as Matt saw me breathing my last with wide opened eyes and successful suffocated.
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