She was helped up, barerly able to move herself.  She looked at the woman as she was pulled down onto the bed, sighing as she was laid out.  Time had been truly lost for her.  She wasn't sure how long she had been in the Temple, she wasn't sure she was even human anymore.  She was an object for their amusment and pleasure was becoming her life.<br/><br/>She moans as she felt her piercings being tugged at, the hand running along what had once been her womanhood.  Somethin wasn't right, it was hard to place in her curent permanant state of arousal.  Thinking was so hard anymore.  All of a sudden there was the sharp pain in her neck.  She gasped loudly, whimpering trying to remember how to scream.