A Prelude to Pain
It was approaching nine o’clock EST on a typical Friday evening as, a beautiful woman dressed in a breathtakingly tight black satin over-bust corset, entered the newly re-imagined broadcast studio of the live-streaming pay-per-view web-cast, the sensational, ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger.’
Pausing just inside the door, Karen glanced at the website status display and smiled as she noticed over seventy-five thousand viewers were already logged in, each paying a thousand dollar a month subscription fee to view the show’s weekly web-cast. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm her nerves, the time display on the status display informing Karen that she still had ten minutes before the show started its newest installment, “The Vertical Buzzsaw of Doom,” and began another diabolically dangerous chance for her to live out her fantasies for the erotic entertainment of over seventy-five thousand viewers.
She’d first heard of the Resort on an online chat group in late 2007, where she’d been discussing “Damsel in Distress” themed fantasies. The Resort, situated on a private island somewhere in the South Pacific, is an all-inclusive Fetish theme park, where you can live out all your kinky desires. Over the years that followed, Karen became a frequent guest at the Resort and an eager victim at one of the Resort’s popular nightclubs, the ‘Death Trap Game Show,’ where audience members actually paid for the chance to decide the victim’s fate. The rules of the game are simple, a panel with two rows of four buttons, and with each round only one randomly selected winning button in each row. Choose the correct green button and the death trap opens and the victim becomes the winners willing sex slave for the remainder of their stay at the Resort, no limits and no safe words. Conversely, if the contestant chooses the right red button, the death trap activates and the contestant has the opportunity brutally kill the victim instead. During the show, one hundred audience members get the chance to decide the victim’s fate. If they all lose, the intended victim wins a free, airfare included, all-inclusive two-week stay at the Resort.
Even tonight, all these years later, Karen smiled as she recalled just how exhilarating it had been to play the victim, of course all that changed on that fateful night in July of 2013. The night Karen’s luck finally ran out. Locked within the tall cylindrical tank Karen watched helplessly as the evening’s seventy-ninth contestant, a handsomely distinguished looking older gentleman, dressing in an expensive Armani suit, came up onto the stage. He seemed relaxed with a faint smile, but his eyes as he watched me, held the horrifying truth, a cold dark glimpse into the deepest pits of hell. I felt my heart skip a beat as he reached up and pressed one of the console’s four red buttons.
For the eleventh time in tonight’s show, Karen felt a delightful sensation of terror squeezing her chest as she watched the contestant walk up to the tank to make his deadly choice. Pull down on the handle and the tank fills with highly corrosive and incredibly painful, poison gas. On the other hand, if he chooses to turn that wheel next to the tank, it fills with ice-cold water. For the eleventh time tonight, my life hangs in the balance, if he picked the correct red button, when he makes his decision, there’s a terrifying chance that I’m going to die for his amusement.
The sudden unexpected down pouring of cold water hit me like a fire hose, driving me briefly to my knees, soaking me to the skin, my barely opaque white body suit instantly becoming transparent as the tank quickly filled with water. Ten minutes later, I could feel my lung’s burning, my vision starting to go gray. The last thing I remembered, before everything finally went dark, the cruel look of sadistic amusement in my executioner’s cold eyes.
No one could have been as surprised as I was when I woke up in a hospital bed. I‘d died in that tank. I could still recall every unpleasant detail, and this is the afterlife? If this is the afterlife, I must be in hell, to spend all eternity surrounded by sickeningly helpful nurses dressed in those colorful, headache causing scrubs! And, just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, in walks Marcus, the representative from the Resort’s concierge desk, the very same guy who convinced me, back during my first visit to the Resort in 2007, that it will be fun to volunteer as a victim for the ‘Death Trap Game Show.’
Marcus explained that the Resort I knew was merely the tip of the iceberg that was the actual Resort. Above the surface, the Resort is a popular fetish themed fantasy world, but hidden beneath the surface, a darker and far more insidiously diabolical world. A world where all the darkest sadistic or masochistic desires of a select group of Resort guests, no matter how extreme, were always fulfilled, a group known only to its members as the “Vacation Club.”
Then, to my utter complete surprise, he offered me the opportunity of a lifetime. It seems, prior to the creation of the Resort, its founders discovered a secret research project lost in the collapse of the Soviet Union, a research project where they’d been in the final testing phase in a process intended to repair and reanimate a recently deceased human being, a process referred to as Regeneration. This Regeneration process was the reason I was once again alive and because of this, I now faced a choice. First, I could go back to my old life, with all memories of my death erased. On the other hand, with my already demonstrated masochistic tendencies, I could start a new life here at the Resort, as one of their Vacation Club Companions. Of course, I chose to become a Companion. I'd always hated my old life anyway...
A Perilous Introduction
Watching the final seconds counting down to the start of the show, Karen smiled and walked out onto the stage toward the ominous looking “The Vertical Buzzsaw of Doom.”
“Good evening and welcome back to the newest installment of the live-streaming web sensation, ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger.’ I’m Karen, tonight’s guest host, standing in for the lovely Daphne Danger, who due to her gruesome ‘Waist Chopper of Death’ mishap several weeks ago, is unable to appear in tonight’s episode.”
Due to Daphne’s deadly little mishap, the Resort’s legal staff choose to exercise a little known clause in their sponsorship contract with Daphne’s show. A clause stating that in the untimely demise of the show’s star, Ms. Daphne Danger, all rights to the show, ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger,’ as well as all materials associated with the production of the above-mentioned show, revert fully to the Resort.
What Daphne failed to realize when she’d signed that sponsorship contract was that this contract also included her corpse if she died. Something she’ll only discover when she awakes from regeneration and finds she’d become an indentured Resort companion with a ten-year contract. Of course, discovering she’d be earning an annual companion salary of twenty million dollars might help soften the shock of finding out that while her signature on that sponsorship contract legally enslaved her to the Resort for the next ten years, at least it paid well. And the knowledge that she'd continue to star in ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger’ and retain 50% of the monthly subscription fees for the length of her indentured companion contract, a contract which she also has the option of renewing as a non-indentured companion.
Pausing to glance back at the Termination Timer’s display, a faint smile of darkly masochistic anticipation appeared on Karen’s face. “Of course, now that Daphne’s show is under new undisclosed management, Daphne may find the show’s diabolically ingenious death traps have become unimaginably more perilous. Especially since the management retains the sole right to set the release and termination min/max delay parameters. And, as you can see, these settings will seriously reduce Daphne’s chances, and tonight mine, of surviving even a single episode. After all, with these settings there’s a 50% chance that brutally sharp buzz saw will painfully bisects my torso long before the earliest moment that those restraints can possibly release me.”
Glancing up at the clock, Karen’s smile darkened as she realized that the moment everyone in tonight’s audience eagerly awaited had finally arrived and reaching back pressed the ‘Initiate Countdown’ key on the Timer’s control panel.
Countdown to Oblivion
As Karen watched, the ‘Initiate Countdown’ key vanished from the screen, replaced by “Countdown Initiated” and the Activation Countdown timer already starting to count down. She could feel her heart racing with utterly masochistic longing as she watched that deadly buzz saw slid downward until it was low enough for her to straddle its blade as the wrist and ankle restraints snapped open. Already knowing that time was quickly growing short Karen positioned her wrists within the waiting restraints, the restraints snapping closed around her wrists. The restraints locked securely around her wrists, Daphne carefully lifted one leg and the next as the remaining restraints locked around her ankles.
Hanging helplessly by her wrists and ankles, Karen felt a sudden wave of utterly submissive and unimaginably masochistic anticipation coursing through her mind. In mere moments, she’d once again be risking her life, and quite possibly dying, all for the sadistic amusement of her audience. Despite her fear, Karen already knew she was where she so desperately longed to be, a beautiful ‘Damsel in Distress, her fate in the hands of a cold unfeeling machine.
Glancing over her shoulder Karen realized just mere seconds remained before the terrifying excitement of the evening truly began...
Seconds later as the “Countdown Initiated” status changed to “Timer Running," the buzz saw ominously poised between Karen’s widely stretched thighs spun up, quickly reaching its operating speed of 1200 RPM. And while the high-pitched whine emanating from the buzz saw’s spinning blade was unimaginably terrifying, at least it managed to drown out the loud hum of that incredibly powerful vibrator buried deep within Karen’s vagina.
The vibrator’s erotic stimulation was quickly becoming overwhelming. Controlled by the Termination Timer the vibrator within her had only two power settings, off and ‘oh my god’. The stimulation was so intense that it actually felt as if her entire body was vibrating.
Struggling to catch her breath, Karen glanced at the teleprompter, “As you can see I’m more than a bit distracted by both that deadly buzz saw blade spinning between my thighs and the unexpectedly powerful stimulation emanating from the vibrator nestled deep within my sex.”
Pausing to glance over her shoulder at the Termination Timer’s display, “Thanks to the shows new management it’s even possible that I’ll have my guts ripped out before I manage to finish this monologue. As those returning members in tonight’s audience know the Termination Timer used in all of ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger’ when activated generates two randomly time values using the minimum and maximum release and termination delays. If the release delay occurs first, the buzz saw between my thighs will switch off, and the restraints around my ankles and wrists release. However, should the termination delay time be reached first, the buzz saw between my thighs will move smoothly upward brutally bisecting my body in an obscenely gruesome explosion of blood and gore. And, as the show’s technical experts have assured me, with the exceptional quickness of this vertical buzz saw, I should remain conscious long enough to feel its deadly spinning blade bisecting my skull.”
Karen struggled to catch her breath as another powerful orgasm briefly overwhelmed her senses, the inescapable pleasure gradually changing from exhilarating and exciting to exhausting and agonizing, and even the pain only heightening the intensity of her masochistic pleasure. She finally understood some of what Daphne had written in her journal. That at some point she no longer cared if she lived or died, all she cared about was surviving until that next orgasmic peaked.
That ultimately, knowing that neither, she nor her audience would know if her next scream were another of orgasmic ecstasy or a final scream of pure agony, became the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Termination Sequence Initiated
The Termination Timer had been running for just over forty eight minutes when the display’s status changed from “Timer Running” to “Termination Sequence Initiated.” Karen, in the climatic thralls of her latest orgasm, her scream of orgasmic bliss suddenly changing to ones of pure agony as the buzz saw's sharp spinning blade sliced upward through her pelvis.
Over eighty thousand viewers watched in sadistic awe as the deadly blade moved quickly upward through Karen’s guts, her desperate screams ending in a sickening wet gurgle as the blade bisected her diaphragm as it cut deep into her ribcage, that haunting look of unimaginable horror in her tear-filled eyes as she helplessly watched that blade cutting upward through the cleavage of her breasts.
And while, a few in the audience watching Karen’s brutal demise that night complained that her death was too quick, most appreciated that she’d still been alive and actually conscious as the spinning blade of that buzz saw cleanly bisected her skull.
The regeneration center's shift supervisor was surprised to see the look of concern on the face of the technician overseeing Karen’s regeneration cycle. Glancing at the regeneration status display he asked, “Problems?”
The technician frowned as she responded, “No sir, everything seems to be progressing as well as expected. It’s just that I’ve never seen injuries this severe, and I’m concerned about possible memory loss.”
The shift supervisor paused to consider his reply, “I know it’s sometimes hard to accept but there are still limits to the regeneration process. Karen had a full neurologic scan just a few hours before she died, so any loss of short term memories should be minimal, and she’s an experienced Resort companion, so she knew the risks when she volunteered to guest host, ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger.’
The technician stared at the status display for a moment, “Yes, but the process monitors show that we can only recover seventy to seventy-five percent of her short term memories after the time of her neurological scan.”
The shift supervisor, himself a regeneration technician with over twenty years of experience before his promotion, sighed. “If you’re interested, come down to regen bay 218 after your shift ends. It’s where we’re trying to complete the regeneration of Daphne Danger. Our New York City based recovery team reached her home in Connecticut within ninety minutes of her death, but it still took the team over eight hours to breach the vault like entrance to her broadcast studio. She was dead, in a room-temperature environment, for almost ten hours before they finally put her on ice and shipped her to the Resort, and sadly her last neurologic scan occurred just over fourteen months ago. She’s been in regen for three weeks, and it’s still unclear if we’ll recover any of her memories since that last neurologic scan.”
Glancing over at Keren’s body floating within the regeneration tank, the technician paused to take a deep breath, “Thank you sir, I guess the loss of a few instants of Karen’s dying memories pales in comparison to Daphne’s possible loss of all her memories from the final fourteen months of her life. And, I’d like to take you up on your offer. I'll meet you outside regen bay 218 at the end of my shift.”
Standing on the patio of her private Resort villa, Karen watched the sun slowly sinking into the sea. Pausing to take another sip from her wine, Karen smiled as she recalled last night, standing in as a guest host of, ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger.’ Frankly, she was still surprised, considering that brutal buzz saw had pureed most of her brains into mush, that the regeneration team had managed to recover so much of her memories from that night. There were noticeable gaps but what can you expect when a spinning buzz saw bisects your brain, the memory of helplessly watching that cruel spinning blade cutting upward directly between her eyes, unimaginably obscene.
Still, all things considered, becoming a Resort companion definitely has its perks. She wasn’t the same woman who’d died on that fateful night in 2013. Back then, she’d already been in her late thirties but today, over three years later, she looked and felt like a woman still in her early twenties. Pausing to admire her reflection in the glass patio doors Karen smiled as she remembered her reaction after awaking from that first regen session. Not only had the regen process saved her life and took almost twenty years off her physical appearance but her breasts were at least two cup sizes bigger yet impossibly pert and firm, almost gravity defying. Even her waistline, never one of her body’s best features, slender and toned, giving her body that perfect hourglass figure.
Turning slightly Karen paused to admire the reflection of her firm tight ass, a sudden frown of sadness on her face as she recalled the unexpected reaction she experienced the first time she’d seen it.
Closing my eyes, I suddenly imagined being on my knees, a handsome stud behind me his hand cruelly pulling my head painfully back by my hair, his other hand tightly gripping my waist as he ruthlessly impales me, his massive awe inspiring cock buried balls deep in the straining depths of my ass. The images, so vivid, so real, and yet so utterly impossible, no one, not even my loser ex-husband, ever tried to take me in the ass. I was beginning to suspect the delightfully sexy alterations to my body, were just the tip of the iceberg. It turns out my suspicions were justified. The regeneration staff later admitting that they not only regenerated my body to a younger age and enhanced my new body’s physical beauty, but they’d also messed with my mind.
It turns out, having demonstrated strong masochistically submissive tendencies simply isn’t enough. To become a Resort Companion requires undergoing a unique extra step during the regen process, mental conditioning. Conditioning that’s uniquely tailored to each woman who undergoes it to ensure that they become a total pleasure and pain nymphomaniac, her sexual orientation and any sexual or masochistic inhibitions she might have, completely suppressed. Essentially, the conditioning turns any woman who undergoes it, into every sadist's ultimate fantasy.
Still, like I mentioned, becoming a Resort companion definitely has its perks. Perks like the ultimate health plan, it doesn’t matter how badly a Vacation Club member injures you or even if they torture you to death. Thanks to the regeneration process you always make a full recovery. After undergoing regen, your health is beyond perfect. The process even fixes any health issues you might have had prior to undergoing your first regen, the process even restores your teeth leaving behind a flawless filling-free smile.
Of course, I haven’t even mentioned the greatest perks of becoming a Resort companion, a perk that we share with members of the Resort’s Vacation Club. The regeneration process doesn’t simply restore the look and feel of being in my early twenties again, every time I undergo regen the process actually resets my body's biological clock. This biological reset is one of the primary attractions for guests to pay the expensive fees associated with joining the Resort’s Vacation Club, eternal youth and virtual immortality.
Pausing to finish the last of her wine an evil little grin appeared on Keren’s lips as she eagerly anticipated the coming night. Any time a companion dies, after regen she’s automatically granted 24 hours off. Karen was already thinking about slipping into a little black dress and heels before dropping by one of the Resort’s nightclubs, one that caters to the Resort’s non-Vacation Club guests. Thanks to her Companion conditioning, some lucky stud was about to experience a night of sexual excess that he’d never forget.
A Death Foretold
Standing helplessly restrained within one of the Resort’s diabolically well-equipped torture chambers, Karen could feel her heartbeat quicken at the sight of that table covered with authentic medieval instruments of torture and those cruel irons already heating in the flames of the glowing brazier.
Tonight Karen’s going to be the masochistic plaything for two on the Vacation Clubs most infamous members, wealthy scions of British nobility and rumored to stand about hundredth in line to the English throne. Sir John and his sister, the Lady Meredith frequently visit the Resort, there to pursuit their incestuous relationship far from the prying eyes of the English tabloids.
Unfortunately for Karen, John and Meredith have a sadistic little tradition they enjoy indulging in on their first night at the Resort. They select one of the Resort’s companions and spend the night slowly torturing her to death and for the last dozen or so visits to the Resort, they’ve repeatedly decided to amuse themselves at Karen’s expense.
Karen already knows how the night will unfold. It's always the same, almost ritualistic. First, they’ll anally impale her on that obscenely oversize iron dildo stand, the massive iron dildo ripping upward through her abdomen until it’s pressing painfully up against the underside of her diaphragm. Impaled, with her toes unable to reach the floor and dildo’s painful pressure against her diaphragm making it impossible to breathe, she’ll need to use her arms to lift herself high enough to avoid suffocation.
Of course, when it comes to entertaining John and Meredith, anal impalement is merely their twisted idea of foreplay. The real entertainment of the evening always starts with Sir John using his regen enhanced cock, fueled by the Resort’s mixture of sexual performance-enhancing drugs, jokingly referred to by the companions as ‘Super Viagra,’ to fuck Karen to within an inch of her life while Lady Meredith enviously looks on. And, while I hate to admit it, he’s good, he intuitively knows just the right mix of pleasure and pain to force me over the edge, inflicting a continuous wave of powerful masochistically fueled orgasms, which by the time he finally reaches orgasm leaves me little more than a quivering mass of orgasm exhausted female flesh.
Then, it’s his sister’s turn, and while John seems to enjoy inflecting pleasure and pain in equal amounts, with his sister Meredith, it’s all about the pain. It’s that first red-hot iron caressing the skin between your shoulder blades, that all-consuming agony accompanied by the sizzle and sickening smell of your own flesh as it burns. The indescribable sensation as she delicately pushes those razor-sharp skewers deep into your flesh as she surgically inflicts every last morsel of suffering imaginable until her brother’s erection recovers.
Then the cycle repeats, all night long, or at least until sunrise, when they finally butcher me. John will be deep inside me, fucking me senseless one last time while his sister Meredith stands directly behind me. Then, as he senses his orgasm approaching he’ll say, “It’s time.”
Hearing that, Meredith grabs a handful on my hair and painfully pulls my head back as I feel her forearm wrap around my throat, the cold steel of her knife directly below my left ear. Despite my growing terror, or perhaps because of it, I suddenly feel my next orgasm rapidly approaching as John’s thrusts become noticeably more desperate. I’m mere seconds away from orgasm when I hear John say, “Do her now!”
The sudden explosion of pain erases any hope of reaching that final orgasm as Meredith draws that razor-sharp knife across my throat, the blade cutting deep enough that I can feel it grating against the vertebrae of my spine as the blade opens my throat, my life blood spraying across John’s face and chest as I feel him climaxing inside me as I die.
My final thought, just as the darkness claims me, after regen I’m going to hit one of the Resort’s nightclubs, and get a pretty female guest to seduce me. I just know that when we get back to her room, I’ll rock her world...