Prelude

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 red satin corset with a matching scandalously short skirt, 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 checked her the website’s status, she smiled as she noticed over two hundred and thirty 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 stashing well over a two hundred million a month into her Resort island bank account.

Tonight, on her show’s season finale, she would not only be facing a fiendishly diabolic death trap, and for the first time she’s doing it as a holiday charity fundraiser, one with absolutely no hope of survival.

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 newest installment of ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger.’ Tonight, I face not only facing a diabolic death trap, but this time I’m also facing almost certain death for my favorite charity. This evening, in the spirit of holiday giving I will personally match the first fifty million donated by my audience. While I can’t divulge the name of this charity I can tell you they work around the globe to raise millions of people out of poverty, and unlike many so called charity’s, ninety-eight cents out each dollar contributed goes to further their incredible humanitarian efforts.”

Pausing to gesture toward the display panel, “As you can see, tonight we’ve replaced our usual ‘Perilous Termination Timer’ with a simple display that shows a thirty-minute countdown timer and total amount donated. So the rules are straight forward, if you my audience donate fifty million dollars before the timer expires not only will a vastly deserving charity receive an anonymous donation of one hundred million dollars but the moment our goal is reached, I will suffer a slow and agonizing death on the auto-gallows controlled by the display. One might even say, by donating, you’re filling in the ‘dance card’ for my last dance.”

Activation Monologue

As Daphne finished the intro, the camera pulled away to reveal tonight’s ominous deathtrap, as Daphne moved to place the waiting noose around her slender throat and snuggled it tight before reaching up and pressing the display’s initiate countdown key.

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 just over 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 on my set less than 30 minutes before we go live.”

Her audience could clearly see Daphne was having trouble catching her breath as she struggled to handcuff her wrists, “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 set of dildos mounted in the crotch of my chastity belt actually turn out to be two rather powerful vibrators. I guess my show’s main 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, they’ve ensured that I at least get to go out with a bang.”

First Climax

Daphne struggled to hold off the inevitable, for as long as she could, 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 against the unyielding satin lining of her tight-fitting corset with each breath. Meanwhile, down between her taut stretched thighs it felt as if those two powerful vibrator’s unrelenting stimulation was slowly liquefying her insides, turning them into an unstoppable pool of molten raging lust.

Her first orgasm, when she finally climaxed, felt like 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 glanced back at the display to discover that while less than six minutes had elapsed, they had already passed the halfway point toward her donation goal even as she felt her next powerful orgasm starting to arrive.

Countdown to Oblivion

The snug noose around her throat threatening to strangle her as Daphne struggled to stay on her feet, her sexually exhausted body enduring an endless overlapping series of mind numbing orgasms as those two powerful vibrators buried deep inside her continued their relentlessly overwhelming stimulation.

Glancing up at the display Daphne realized in horror that while less than twenty minutes had elapsed, she’d almost reached her donation goal.

Finding Oblivian

Less than a minute later, Daphne reached her donation goal with just under ten minutes remaining. The auto-gallows’ overhead winch activating to draw the rope taut, gradually forcing Daphne up onto her toes before lifting her completely off the floor, the winch only stopping when she hung suspended with her desperately stretching toes over a foot in the air as the display behind her changed to display a darkly ominous ‘hang time.’

I could feel the rope growing steadily tighter around my throat as I struggled desperately against the inevitable. Those vibrators buried deep inside me, switching to an even more powerful setting as the noose lifted me up into the air, trapping me in an unrelenting wave of overwhelming, back to back orgasms. I knew I was dying, but I didn’t care. I was lost in an ocean of masochistic excess of pain and pleasure unable to sense where one ended, and the other began.

Oblivian

I struggled to last for as long as possible, so proud of my audience and their magnificent generosity that I wanted nothing more than to provide them with the best show, because, even after the auto-gallows activated they still kept contributing.

A few minutes later, Daphne’s audience watched her body convulse one final time before relaxing to hang limply from the noose, no one in that night’s audience sure if Daphne’s last faint convulsion was due to either pain or pleasure. The ‘hang time’ display finally paused at twenty-six minutes forty-seven seconds.

Regeneration

Early the next morning, Daphne’s flash-frozen remains arrived at the Resort on a specially chartered jet, her lifeless corpse quickly placed with one of the Resort’s regeneration tanks.

After all, the regen center’s staff already knew that the Resort’s newest snuff star will need to be at her very best for the first installment of her next season, where Daphne will face yet another diabolically terrifying deathtrap on her hit show, ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger...’