Standing on the stool, Darlene paused as she stepped onto one of the Impaler’s raised foot supports. Turning to the cameras, she smiled, “Welcome to the House of Horrors,
the Ranch’s monthly close-circuit television show. I think you’ll find tonight’s show rather special. While most shows feature the brutally torturous death of an unwilling
victim, tonight’s show features me, the first victim of the infamous House of Horrors to go willing to her slow and agonizingly torturous demise. I impressed the Ranch’s
staff so much that they agreed to build this diabolical instrument of death just for tonight’s show.”
Gesturing toward the device’s gruesome-looking spiked dildo, “Once I’m standing on the post’s support bars, I’ll carefully move my feet apart, easing myself down onto the
tip of the impalement dildo, taking its tip deep into my vagina as I spread my high heel clad feet to the ends of the support bars.”
Stepping fully up onto the support bars, Darlene carefully started easing herself down onto the spiked dildo’s tip, “Once my feet have reached the ends of the support bars,
the executioner will secure my wrists behind my back and remove the stool. Also, to ensure that I don’t attempt to escape my torturous fate, he’ll grease the support bars,
making it impossible to move my feet closer together and lift myself off the tip of the spiked dildo.”
Easing herself down onto the spiked dildo’s tip, “Once I’m fully in position with the dildo inside me and the support bars greased to prevent my escape, the executioner will
open the valve you see behind me allowing water to fill the pipe in the floor before me. As the pipe slowly fills, the weight of the water will gradually pull the chain downward
and, with it, the release handle for the post’s foot support bars.”
As the executioner pulled Darlene’s wrist behind her and secured the cuffs around her wrists, “I’m told that once the water starts flowing into the pipe, it will take about ten
minutes for the weight of the water to pull the post’s activating lever down to trigger the support bars spring-loaded release, once that happens the support bars will fall to
the floor leaving all my weight suspended upon the dildo’s tip. Once that happens, it should take another twenty to thirty minutes until I’m fully impaled with the entire length
of this spiked dildo inside me.”
With her wrists secured and the stool removed, the executioner used a greased rag to coat the exposed length of the support bars with grease, “Of course, they were a little vague
about how long it would take for me to die once I’m fully impaled. However, they did mention that while extremely painful, the more I struggled, the more the spikes would rip my
insides apart, quickening my death. The less I struggled, although also agonizingly painful, the longer I’d live, perhaps as long as several hours.”
Darlene, with a faint smile as she heard water trickling into the pipe, said, “Well, I guess we’ll find out soon enough just how agonizingly torturous tonight will turn out to be...”