Not far, only to one corner of the balloon room

Erin, beaten, bruised and ****, started coming to her senses as the mini-jokers were moving her. Though defiled and degraded, her sense of pride was slowly coming back along with her senses that screamed at the pain.

She tried to move her jaw again, but couldn't grinning facade. “Keep it together, Erin!”, she though to herself, trying to work up herself to take the first opportunity she saw. Alas, it didn't come.

To her horror she saw that there was a pipe going from floor to ceiling there, with a padlocked chain around it, and as she was taking this in, the midget with the broken nose moved in her line of sight, giggling and brandishing a massive double horse dildo with flared heads.

“Shit!”, the angel thought. “That thing is going to kill me!”, as she started struggling with the little strength she had left.

That only drove the one that kicked her in the ribs to hit her again, and again, while the rest wrapped the chain around her neck and secured her to the pipe. The broken nosed one started pushing the double dildo in her ass and pussy, and slowly and with much effort the flared heads moved past her pussy lips and rosebud.

Erin's eyes rolled back from the pain, passing out for a moment, but it was not over. Another mini-joker produced a syringe of greenish liquid and proceeded to inject the liquid in the flesh around her vagina and rectum. The pain from the injection woke her up and she realized soon enough that the flesh around the dildos was tightening and her muscles clamping up like her face, but even more so.

“Concentrated Joker venom...”, she thought to herself, “Even if I free my hands it will be impossible to take the dildo out without tearing myself apart now...”. Looking up she saw the maniacal faces of the midgets, taking pictures of their handiwork, one of them kneeling to switch the dildos on.

For the third time in a few minutes the poor angel felt unbearable pain, passing out to the laughter of her tormentors...