Prelude

It was approaching nine o’clock on a typical Friday evening in an upscale suburb in Connecticut. The town’s residents were relaxing after a long week of work. That is, all but one.

By day a highly skilled IT specialist employed by one of Hartford’s largest insurance companies. I put on the finishing touches of my makeup before taking off my glasses and removing the tinted contact lens that concealed my mysterious dark brown eyes behind their green lens. Then, slipping stocking-clad toes into a pair of impossibly tall high heels, I headed downstairs. The conservative dressing IT specialist transformed into the beautiful and smoldering hot vixen, dressed in a breathtakingly tight over-bust white satin corset with matching panties, my provocative raven-black hair no longer concealed beneath a deceptive lite blonde wig.

I reached the basement and walked past the furnace to the massive vault door. Carefully entering the sixteen-digit access code into the door’s security panel, I smiled as I heard the door’s thick locking bolts retract, 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 webcast, the sensational ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger.’

Pausing just inside the door, I checked the website’s status, smiling as I noticed over two hundred and eighty thousand viewers already logged in, each paying a thousand dollar a month subscription fee to view my webcasts. Still smiling, I wondered how my co-workers at the insurance firm would react if they knew, even with the Resort’s cut. I was still stashing almost two hundred and eighty million a month deposited into my Resort Island bank account.

Tonight, on my show’s season opener, I will again face a fiendishly diabolic death trap controlled by an updated version of my original Perilous Termination Timer, the ‘Death Saw.’

A Perilous Introduction

Daphne stood before the cameras with a smile of eager anticipation at precisely nine o’clock, “Good evening, and welcome to the latest installment of ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger.’ Tonight for your entertainment, I’ll face the gruesome ‘Death Saw,’ a powerful razor-sharp spinning buzzsaw.”

Pausing, as a twinge of fear appeared in her lovely eyes., “Designed to brutally butcher me by opening my abdomen from my crotch to the cleavage of my breasts in a delightfully horrific explosion of blood and gore. The ‘Death Saw’ is controlled by an updated version of my original, the ‘Perilous Termination Timer.’ When activated, it uses the specified Min/Max parameters to select two randomly generated time values. The first of these values decides when to release the wrist and ankle restraints, granting me another week’s reprieve from the saw’s gruesome demise that you’re all hoping to witness.”

Daphne’s smile grew darker as she glanced over at that ominously deadly-looking buzzsaw, “However, if it reaches the second of these time values first, the Saw’s deadly spinning blade switches on, sealing my gruesomely messy fate.”

“Shall we see what the future holds?”

Activation Monologue

A coy smile slowly spread across her face as Daphne locked her wrists and ankles into the Death Saw’s restraints, “For those viewers in tonight’s audience new to my show, I’d like to let you in on a little secret. I’ve always liked to mix a little pleasure with my deadly peril. So, concealed beneath the crotch of my suggestively revealing costume are two impressively sized vibrating dildos filling my vagina and tight little ass for tonight’s perilously death-defying performance.”

Pausing to take a slow deep breath, “So, as you see, I’m a bit distracted. Once I activate the Timer, it will remotely activate both vibrators at their lowest power setting. This low-level stimulation is what’s come to be known to my audience as my idea of erotically perilous ‘foreplay.’”

Then, glancing over her shoulder with a look of eager anticipation in her eyes, “Computer, activate termination timer.”

The Perilous Termination Timer’s ‘Timer Paused’ prompt changed to ‘Timer Running,’ as the computer’s speakers announced, “Random release and termination delays calculated, timer activated, voice command inputs now disabled.”

Pausing to take several slow deep breaths, a faint groan of sexual frustration escaped Daphne’s lips as she glanced over at the Elapse Time, “Still, even at their lowest setting, these vibrators are quite stimulating. Of course, once the Elapse Time reaches the minimum termination delay, the intensity of the vibrators will slowly increase. One rise in the intensity every two minutes until the vibrators finally come to full power.”

“What can I say? A girl has needs.”

Beginning of the End

Thirty-four minutes later, blissfully well on her way to her eighth orgasm of the evening, Daphne’s thoughts of pleasure were suddenly interrupted by the harsh electrical whine of that deadly buzzsaw starting to spin up. Staring in horror at that rapidly spinning blade of death, she struggled against the unyielding restraints knowing that once that terrifyingly sharp blade reached full operating speed and began to move toward her helplessly restrained body, she was doomed.

It’s Moving

Daphne stared in rapidly mounting horror as that deadly spinning buzzsaw started advancing along the track toward her. Since that infamous evening back in August of 2016, when she died for the first time, between the razor-sharp blades of that brutal ‘Waist Chopper of Death,’ she’d suffered agonizing death countless times simply for the amusement of her fanatically loyal audience. But tonight was different. Since becoming an indentured Resort companion after that unexpected ‘Waist Chopper’ incident, she’d seen videos of women going to their deaths beneath the spinning blades of several buzzsaws but had never personally experienced such a horrifyingly gruesome death.

Just before the Pain

That deadly spinning blade drew steadily closer to Daphne’s helplessly bound body as the seconds passed. Sliding smoothly upward between her thighs, she knew that only mere seconds separated her from the unspeakably agonizing sensation of that buzzsaw ripping effortlessly through her torso.

At that moment, Daphne felt that disturbingly familiar inner sense of almost calming acceptance overwhelming her senses. Perhaps the mental adjustments she’d undergone when she’d first become a Resort companion had somehow forever altered her perceptions of pleasure and pain. While terrified and fearing what was about to occur, she felt a profoundly disturbing sensation of almost eager anticipation as she watched that razor-sharp spinning blade sliding toward her satin and lace sheathed crotch.

The End...

Daphne screamed in uncontrollable agony as the sharp spinning blade of the buzzsaw cruelly ripped through her crotch. Within seconds the merciless blade began slicing upward, effortlessly splitting her pelvis and cutting upward into her spine as the blade sank steadily deeper into Daphne’s mutilated abdomen.

Her internet audience watched with glee as the deadly spinning blade ripped Daphne’s sexy body apart, her blood and mutilated guts spilling out of her ruined torso. As the blade cut steadily deeper, Daphne finally lost consciousness, quickly bleeding to death as the buzzsaw, its blade already obscenely protruding from within the cleavage of Daphne’s breasts, finally switched off.

...Or was it the End, Regeneration

The regeneration technician watched the monitors as Daphne’s regeneration neared completion. Among the Resort’s regen technicians, known for its gruesome brutality, the buzzsaw’s damage is one of the most demanding regeneration processes performed. Regardless of how tightly bound the victim is, her body will convulse uncontrollably as the razor-sharp spinning blade cuts upward through her guts, the movement of her body magnifying the already massive internal injuries that always occur.

Having seen the worst that the Resort’s diabolic deathtraps could do, the horrifying extent of Daphne’s injuries came as a surprise. The new upwardly angled platform allowed her body to move more than on traditional horizontal buzzsaw platforms, massively magnifying her internal injuries. That increased movement caused the buzzsaw to utterly destroy all of her internal organs as it ripped through her body. The damage was so extensive it took over 24 hours to complete her regeneration.

Sunday Evening

Once again, safely back in her house in that upscale suburb in Connecticut, Daphne relaxed with a glass of her favorite wine and contemplated the utterly gruesome death she endured less than 48 hours earlier. The ‘Death Saw’ went far beyond all her darkest desires, a brutal and agonizingly torturous demise beyond anything she’d ever imagined enduring.

Still, after recovering from regeneration, she’d watched the video of her obscenely agonizing death several times. Even Daphne had to admit that despite all the blood and gore, she found her gruesomely messy demise even hotter every time she watched it. It also seems the Resort vacation club members of her demanding audience agreed. The Resort’s concierge desk had already started a waiting list for those members interested in putting her back under that buzzsaw’s deadly spinning blade.

Daphne found it disturbing that while she was still utterly terrified of dying under that sharp spinning blade, she felt an alarming sense of almost eager anticipation at the thought...