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A Prelude to Pain
It was approaching nine o’clock on a typical Friday evening, in an upscale suburb in Connecticut. Most of the town’s residents were at home relaxing after a long week of work. That is all except for one.
A woman, by day a highly skilled IT specialist employed by one of Hartford’s largest insurance companies, puts the finishing touches on her makeup before taking off her glasses and removing the tinted contact lens that concealed her mysterious dark brown behind their green lens. Then, slipping stocking clad toes into a pair of impossibly tall high heels, she heads downstairs, the conservative dressing IT specialist transformed into the beautiful and smoldering hot vixen in a breathtakingly tight over-bust corset and scandalously revealing black satin thong, her provocative raven-black hair no longer concealed beneath her deceptive light blonde wig.
Reaching the basement, Daphne walked past the furnace to the massive vault door. Carefully entering the sixteen digit access code into the security panel mounted against the wall next to the door Daphne smiled as she heard the door’s thick locking bolts retracting followed by a loud pneumatic hiss as the heavy soundproof door slowly swung open. Stepping across the slightly raised threshold, Daphne entered her concealed broadcast studio, the home of her live-streaming pay-per-view web-cast, the sensational, ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger.’
Pausing just inside the door, as always, Daphne wondered if tonight would yet again be a night where her audience would witness another of her hideously painful demises. Glancing at the website’s status, she smiled as she noticed over one hundred and forty thousand viewers were already logged in, each paying a thousand dollar a month subscription fee to view her monthly web-casts. Still smiling, she wondered what her co-workers at the insurance firm would think if they knew, even with to the Resort’s cut, she was still stashing well over a hundred million a month into her Resort island bank account.
Tonight, she would not only be facing her newest diabolically fiendish death trap, a powerful computer-controlled chainsaw easily capable of brutally disemboweling her if activated, but also a new and darkly inspired twist to her show, audience participation. Tonight, for the first time, in the spirit of the ancient Roman gladiatorial games, her audience would help decide Daphne’s fate. -
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A Perilous Introduction
At exactly nine o’clock, with a smile of eager anticipation, Daphne stepped out before the cameras, “Good evening and welcome to the latest installment of ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger.’ Tonight, I face not only a new and insidiously brutal death trap, one where I risk being painfully gutted by a powerful automatic chainsaw, but also one with a new and decidedly ghoulish element of risk, a positively diabolic ‘Audience Participation’ factor.”
Pausing to gesture toward the display panel, “As you can see, tonight’s obscenely perilous adventure is going to be controlled by our newest version of the ‘Perilous Termination Timer,’ This enhanced countdown controller is configured for a sixty-minute peril countdown and displays the audience’s running vote totals as well as the percentage of thumbs up and thumbs down votes. The display also shows the diabolically ingenious activation threshold.”
“Once the total number of votes recorded exceeds 50% of tonight’s audience, the activation threshold will begin to decrease by one percentage point for every minute of the remaining peril countdown. Should the number of ‘thumbs down’ votes exceed this steadily decreasing activation threshold before the peril countdown reaches zero, the deathtrap’s powerful chainsaw, ominously poised between my thighs, will brutally disembowel me.” -
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Activation Monologue
As Daphne finished the intro, the camera pulled away to reveal tonight’s ominous deathtrap, Daphne moving to secure her wrists, followed by her ankles, in the deathtraps waiting restraints. With the restraints securely locked around her wrists and ankles, the restraint frame started to rise, as a centrally place hydraulic ram extended to press firmly against Daphne’s lower back. The ram’s pressure forcing Daphne’s body to arch suggestively as the frame tilted forward giving her audience a breathtakingly revealing view of her corset enhanced cleavage. While below, the chainsaw’s mounting arm rotated out and up, positioning the saw’s razor-sharp blade mere inches below Daphne’s satin sheathed crotch just as the termination timer’s ‘Peril Countdown’ ominously commenced.
Daphne’s eyes momentarily widened as her audience hear a faint gasp of carnal delight escape her crimson lips. Struggling to regain her composure Daphne explained, “While many of you in the audience may recall that gruesome accident I suffered almost two years ago with the aptly named ‘Waist Chopper of Death’ few are privy to the source of my shows incredibly realistic ‘special effects’ and my show's newest sponsor, the Resort.
The Resort, insists upon a rather draconian set of nondisclosure requirements, the most odious of these is the requirement, that unless I'm either at the Resort or here filming an episode of my show, I’m required to remain securely locked within an incredibly strict steel chastity belt, one whose sole key remains in the possession of the Resort’s special representative who arrives here on my set less than 30 minutes before we go live.”
Her audience could clearly see Daphne was having trouble catching her breath, “That chastity belt’s tight-fitting crotch panel is pure sexual torture. It provides just the right amount of stimulation to keep me in a constant state of sexually arousal while failing to provide enough stimulation for me to reach orgasm. The truth of the matter is that I’ve been locked within this chastity belt since I left the Resort just over three weeks ago, helplessly enduring weeks of unending sexual stimulation without the hope of achieving an orgasm.”
Her face growing flushed, Daphne paused to take another deep breath, “Ironically, what I thought was just an uncomfortably intrusive seam in the crotch of my outfit for tonight, one that rather than being an unpleasant distraction actually turns out to be a rather powerful vibrator. I guess my show’s newest sponsor knew I liked to mix a little pleasure with my deadly peril, I guess you could say that if I’m going to die for my audience’s amusement, I always want to ensure that I at least get to go out with a bang.” -
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First Climax
Daphne struggled to hold off the inevitable, knowing the longer she managed to delay that first orgasm the more powerful it would be when she finally came. She could feel her heart threatening to explode within her chest. Daphne's aroused nipples throbbing as they ground painfully against the unyielding satin lining of her tight-fitting corset with each breath. Meanwhile, down between her taut stretched thighs it felt as if that powerful vibrator’s unrelenting stimulation was slowly liquefying her insides, turning them into an unstoppable pool of molten raging lust.
Her orgasm, when it finally arrived, was one of the most powerful orgasms of her life. After weeks of pent-up sexual frustration, a sensual cry carnal delight escaped her lips as the flood of long denied orgasmic pleasure overwhelmed her senses. Struggling to catch her breath, a faint smile appeared on Daphne’s lovely face as she felt her next powerful orgasm already beginning to arrive. -
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Activation Threshold Reached
Lost in an unending sea of mind numbing sexual bliss, it wasn’t until Daphne heard the termination timer beep that she realized the deathtrap’s activation threshold had already started counting down. Over half of tonight’s audience, over seventy thousand people, had already cast their votes. With thirty one minutes still remaining on the countdown timer, she felt a sudden almost delightful sensation of pure terror coursing briefly through her mind as she realized if the voting percentages held throughout the remainder of the countdown, she had less than twenty-five minutes before she’d feel that hideously sharp chainsaw painfully ripping out her guts.
Moments later, her fearful concern became something far different as Daphne’s next powerful orgasm merged with her rapidly receding feelings of terror as a delightfully seductive wave of darkly masochistic pleasure overwhelmed her senses as she came again. The thought that she’d actually get to die simply for her audience’s sadistically perverted amusement only serving to heighten her already immense pleasure. -
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Countdown to Oblivian
Surrendering herself to the dark eroticism of the moment, Daphne closed her eyes as she embraced her horrifyingly torturous fate, her sexually exhausted body enduring an endless overlapping series of mind numbing orgasms as that powerful vibrator continued its relentlessly diabolic stimulation. It felt as if only a few brief seconds had passed when she suddenly heard the termination timer beeping again. Daphne’s eyes flew open in horror as she realized she was about to die, that the timer was already counting down the final few seconds of her life. -
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Finding Oblivian
Daphne screamed in agony as the sharp blade of that powerful chainsaw quickly sliced upward into her guts in an obscenely delightful explosion of blood and gore. The blade moving so rapidly, Daphne actually watched in horror as it sliced through the cleavage of her bosom, only losing consciousness seconds before the blade reached the base of her throat.
The audience watched in sadistic awe as the peril counter slowly counted down, Daphne’s obscenely mutilated corpse hanging lifelessly from the deathtrap’s restraints, bits of her chainsaw mangled internal organs continuing to slosh out of the ruins of her torso as the show's closing credits started to scroll down the blood-soaked scene. -
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A Diabolic Promotional Contest
The credits were still running when the scene suddenly transitioned to one of Daphne, standing before an ominously medieval looking rack, “Good evening, I hope everyone has thoroughly enjoyed the latest installment of ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger.’”
“Tonight, the newest sponsor of my show, the Resort, has graciously decided to offer a promotional contest with a discount of 10% to those subscribers interested in signing up for an early renewal of their annual subscriptions.”
“Those of my subscribers who take advantage of this exclusive offer will automatically be entered in the running for a unique and all-inclusive vacation here at the Resort. A once in a lifetime opportunity, where you will learn the diabolically torturous use of the rack from some of the Resort’s highly experienced torturers, skills that you will then have the opportunity to put to use with me as your willing victim.”
Pausing to run her fingertips along the heavily braided bull whip, lying suggestively upon the rack, a faint smile appeared on Daphne’s face as she picked up her wine glass, “I’ve heard that here at the Resort, the longest a woman has managed to survive the rack’s agonizingly painful and brutally unrelenting torture before succumbing is just over eighteen days.”
Smiling seductively Daphne concluded, “Perhaps together, we can set a new Resort record...” -
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Regeneration
Early the next morning, the flash-frozen remains of Daphne’s mutilated corpse arrived back at the Resort by chartered jet. Her remains quickly placed with one of the Resort’s regeneration tanks.
After all, the regen center’s staff knows that the Resort’s newest star will need to be at her best. It’s only going to be a month before Daphne faces another diabolically terrifying deathtrap in the next exciting installment of her hit show, ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger.’