I could already see that all too familiar look of cruel anticipation in Damion’s cold gray eyes as he mentioned over dinner that he’d added a new, torturously brutal, instrument of agonizing torment to the mansion’s basement playroom for my masochistic amusement. Founder and president of one of Europe’s most successful high tech consortiums, Damion is a brilliant physicist and engineer with a sadistic hobby of designing diabolical fully instruments of torture. Frankly, as a masochistic submissive, I’ve always found it’s one of his most endearing traits.
Damion and I have been together for almost five years, first as his research assistant, than as his lover, finally becoming his masochistic pain and pleasure toy, in that time I’ve endured all manner of agonizingly brutal torment. Diabolically designed to especially maximize my suffering his creations have subjected me to just about every kind of agonizing torture imaginable. And yet, despite all that I’d suffered, I still felt a sudden rush of delightful masochistic anticipation as he mentioned that he’d developed something new for me to experience, something darker and far edgier than his usual obscenely painful creations, something requiring an act of trust. Still, it was a struggle to keep my sense of overpowering masochistic anticipation in check as we casually finished dinner.
After dinner I excused myself and went to change before following Damion down into his basement playroom. It’s one of the little games we’ve come to enjoy over the years. I make Damion wait downstairs while I change into something erotic and revealing. Even after all these years I’m still not sure Damion actually loves me or even if he fully understands the concept but he’s great in bed and at times like this I’m more than happy to be his willing masochistic pain toy.
Entering the basement playroom I could feel Damion’s eyes undressing me, not that it would have been much of challenge the way I was dressed, but I still found it erotically exhilarating. Walking toward Damion I noticed something odd lying on the floor over in the corner of the room, one of the self-contained cryogenic shipping cases used by the consortium’s bio-tech labs to ship biological samples.
But it was the strange looking pedestal next to where Damion waited that captured my attention. It wasn’t until I’d almost reached the pedestal that I felt that first twinge of terror. Staring down at what looked like three feet of cold razor-sharp steel, I asked, “So Damion, what did you name this delightfully perilous deathtrap?”
Smiling with obvious evil anticipation Damion replied, “I aptly named this diabolical device the ‘Auto Sword’, do you like it?”
“Diabolically fiendish, even for you, so Damion can I assume you’d like me to stand on that raised platform in front of the blade?”
Damion smiled darkly as he gestured toward the raised platform. I was sure this had to be some kind of trick, in our years together Damion had subjected me to some truly diabolical torments but sadly never anything that might actually kill me. Trusting that he wasn’t actually planning to kill me tonight I walked around that deadly looking blade and stepping onto the platform, and with growing fear asked, “So Damion, how does this, as you so aptly described it, diabolical device work?”
Damion smiled as he replied, “Just place your feet, in your provocative fuck me heels, on the platform’s two raised activation pads.”
My hands provocatively on my hips, and with a seductive smile on my face, I stepped up onto the two raised pads and when nothing happened, looked back toward Damion with a questioning look of worry on my face.
There was an ominously dark look evil anticipation visible in Damion’s eyes, “It takes a few moments for the Auto Sword’s hydraulic piston to reach its full operating pressure.”
Wondering what Damion had meant when he said “hydraulic” and “full operating pressure” I had just turned back toward the deadly looking blade when I heard a faint metallic click.
A split second later the Auto Sword suddenly thrust forward with inhuman quickness, its razor-sharp blade running me through before I could react.
Doubling forward in agony I tightly gripped what, I suddenly realized in horrified shock, had to be the Auto Sword’s hydraulic piston. I could already feel blood starting to trickle down my belly and back as I stood there helplessly impaled on that cold steel blade, as even the slightest movement of my body caused the blade to twist painfully in my guts sending fresh waves of agony exploding through me.
I could feel myself growing fainter by the second and knew I was slowly going into shock as I felt my life blood slowly running down my legs. Gripping the Auto Sword’s hydraulic piston I gathered what little strength remained, “Damion, how could you do this to me, how could you betray my trust?”
Damion smiled with evil satisfaction as he replied, “Betrayed your trust? We both know you were ready for this. I don’t recall holding a gun to your head and forcing you to step onto the Auto Sword’s activation pads, you did that of your own free will. It was you who fully trusted that I would never take your life, when in fact that never was part of our agreement. In fact, where did you expect this would end when you trusted me to push you out of your comfort zone, to ignore your limits and let you revel in the boundless pleasures of the flesh?”
Damion paused, realizing that Amelia had suddenly stopped breathing, her body slumped forward against the Auto Sword’s hydraulic piston, and saddest of all, her seductively beautiful eyes lifeless.
Opening the cryogenic shipping case Damion activated the unit’s refrigeration system before pulling Amelia’s lifeless corpse off the blade...
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