I'm waking up; I can't tell you how long I was out. Lying nude in a cushioned chair, I catch short glimpses of my surroundings. I quickly close my eyes blocking out the intense, bright, light. I'm light headed, unable to distinguish shapes and sound clearly; my fucking head hurts. My body feels like it's being crushed under its own weight by the Earth's gravity; moving my muscles is a chore in itself.
"Am I dreaming?" I question myself. "This is no dream, I'm in Hell." I reassure myself replaying recent events over and over in my aching head like a broken record.
I try to turn my head; impossible. Suddenly my pain vanishes; curiosity perks my interest. Cracking my eyes open ever so slightly, I see silhouettes of people hovering around my numb, nude, motionless body; hoses and tubes hang all around me.
Everywhere in the room people are rushing to complete some sort of specific task. Some are mixing solutions, some are drawing blood from my veins, someone is putting an IV in my arm, and a couple appear to be operating on me, I think. There are small patches of blood spattered across my naked flesh, my blood.
"The initial trial was an overwhelming success, Dr. Forbes. I want the finishing touches completed, the procedures made permanent, and her prepped for cloning as soon as possible." I hear Walter order.
"Yes, sir. The internal healing process will have to be complete before cloning can begin." I hear Dr. Forbes explain." It might take a few weeks before cloning can begin."
"Make it happen." Walter dictates before leaving the room.
"I guess this is where my nightmare either ends or is about to begin." I contemplate letting the thoughts resonate before something coerces me into a dreamless, unconscious state.
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I awaken detained in a small room with a towel wrapped around my nude body. Pacing the floor impatiently, I glance up looking at the surveillance cameras. Someone somewhere is watching my every move; I wonder why?
Hours trickle by; I'm restless. Touching my left temple, I attempt to activate my internal computer. Nothing. It's gonna take more than a miracle to escape my predicament. I lie down on the bed on my belly; sleep is the only reasonable way to pass the lingering, boring, time. Hell itself would be a more merciful place to be than here right now.
Drifting off to sleep, I never heard my cell door open. I'm awakened by someone sitting on me pinning me to the bed. Before I can resist, I'm quickly subdued and tied to the bed face down with leather straps around my wrists and ankles. Then, I'm blindfolded and a piece of heavy fabric is used as a make shift gag to muffle my screams. Finally, the towel I am wearing is snatched away from my nude body.
"Your ass is gonna be fucked like a pussy until you're healed enough to be cloned." I hear Walter say assuming he's the one straddling me. "You are gonna serve my plans whether you want to or not.
"Mmmmmmmphtugh." I struggle trying to get coherent, legible words outta my mouth pulling against the tight leather straps binding me to the bed; resisting.
"What's that, you say? You want me to shove it in your ass dry? You naughty, naughty bitch." Why, yes, I would love to fuck you in the ass dry .......... hahahahaha." I hear Walter laughing sadistically.
I can feel every single heart beat in Walter's throbbing cock as it lies on my naked flesh positioning himself for penetration. My anger burning my mind consumes me. I had it all wrong. I don't wanna die; I want to kill this son of a bitch in the vilest, sickest way possible.
I can feel Walter's heavy breathing on my neck as he grabs a hold to the back of my left arm hindering some of my futile movements of resistance. His height definitely gives him an advantage over me. He wasn't lying, he's gonna penetrate me dry. Soon as I feel his swollen cock press against my asshole, I think briefly about tightening my body and squeezing my ass cheeks together. But, that is gonna make this a very painful experience. I try to relax if that is even possible at this point.
"Mmmmmmmphtugh." I struggle to say something again feeling the pressure from Walter's body being applied.
"Listen to you begging for my cock like a slut. ........ Haha." Walter chuckles verbally torturing me with his words.
Walter is a lot bigger than James in terms of endowment. I feel a sudden burning sensation in my rectal tissue as my flesh tears accommodating Walter's huge, bulging, cock. Pressing and pushing outward to open myself up lessens the resistance for the penetration. My asshole slowly, painfully, engulfs Walter's entire cock until his warm balls rest against the bare flesh as I lay helpless on my belly.
Walter wastes no time lustfully injecting my virtually subdued body with an unholy amount of pain, slowly pumping my ass with his oversized, throbbing, cock. Each and every painful thrust hurts more than the previous as he begins to fuck me harder and faster. A wet spot forms underneath me on the bed as pre cum leaks form my cock. Once Walter had established a rhythm, his hands wrap around my throat giving him more stability and control over me. If time wasn't lingering before, it isn't moving at all now. Each and every painful thrust from Walter's cock seems to violate me in indescribable and undesirable ways.
Walter's thrusts and rhythm become increasingly more intense; more animalistic. I can feel his body heat rising, his breathing become faint and shallow; his warm, salty sweat drips from his body onto my bare back .
Suddenly, Walter's hard cock pulses and twitches injecting me with his warm, thick, seminal fluids filling my ass as he continues to pump me with his cock. Releasing his sadistic grip on my shoulders, Walter sits up, pressing his cock all the way into me; holding it there until he's satisfied with the results. Minutes later Walter extracts his cock from my bleeding ass, and snatches the blindfold from my eyes; leaving the make shift gag over my mouth. I gaze horrified at the satisfaction on his face as he stares at me with his emotionless eyes.
"Oh, the fun isn't over yet. Your ass is gonna get fucked every hour on the hour until you come around to my way of thinking." Walter says as another guy enters the room unzipping his pants. "You will serve me one way or another."
"Mmmmmmmphtugh" I mumble incoherently struggling to cuss Walter's every name in the book as if it would help my situation.
"What's that, you're ready to get fucked again already? Fucking amazing!" Walter teases and taunts my helpless situation with his sarcasm. "I knew you were a slut. ........hahahahaha. Show the bitch's bleeding ass no mercy." Walter instructs the next guy before leaving the room.
"Yes, sir, no mercy." The man complies as Walter closes the door behind him.
Hell could be no worse than this. The pain, the suffering, the abuse I endure over the course of several excruciating hours; my defenseless ass brutally violated and fucked by almost a dozen men is completely insurmountable. There were moments I wanted to cry, and a lot of times I cried until I ran out of tears.
I'm relieved when the last man leaves the room and no one else enters. Burying my face into the pillow, I try to shut the horror out from my mind. But, that would be asking too much from a single miracle. Within my hopeless, desolate, thoughts I begin to doubt if escape and payback is even possible.
Intuition tells me in the morning the entire horror show is gonna resume all over again. Just when those morbid thoughts seem like they are gonna consume me alive, the door opens again. Two heavily armed men in combat fatigues and body armor walk into the room with a guy in a white over coat holding a needle.
