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 inserting the tinted contact lens that changed her green eyes into a mysterious dark brown. 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 short skirt, her short blonde hair safely concealed beneath a provocative raven black 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 be the night, the night when her incredible streak of luck finally runs out, the night her audience will finially witness her hideously painful demise. Glancing at the website’s status, she smiled as she noticed over twenty-one thousand viewers were already logged in, each paying a thousand dollar a month subscription fee to view her weekly web-casts. Still smiling, she wondered what her co-workers at the insurance firm would think if they knew, that thanks to her perilously popular web-cast, she was stashing over twenty million a month into her secret Caiman Island bank account.
Tonight, once again, back by audience demand, one of her newest of diabolically fiendish death traps, something she referred to as ‘The Waist Chopper of Death.’ And while not as ominous looking as many of the death traps, employed on her show, Daphne fully understood the real reason why her audience keeping making her face the Chopper. Sex sells, and the Chopper provides an unimpeded view of her sexy and helplessly restrained body.
A Perilous Introduction
At exactly nine o’clock, with a smile of eager anticipation, Daphne stood before the cameras, “Good evening and welcome to the latest installment of ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger.’ Tonight, back once again by popular demand, I face, ‘The Waist Chopper of Death.’”
Pausing to lightly rest her hand on the Chopper’s safety bar, “Designed to brutally butcher me by cutting me in half at the waist, the Chopper is controlled by the ‘Perilous Termination Timer,’ which when activated uses the specified Min/Max parameters I’ve entered to select two randomly generated time values, the first of these time values decides when to release the Chopper’s wrist restraints granting me another week’s reprieve from the gruesome demise your all hoping to witness.”
Daphne’s smile grew darker as she pressed her right hand against the front of her corset compressed waist, “However, if the second of these time values is reached first, it triggers the Chopper’s blades. Two massive razor-sharp steel blades, each powered by a hydraulic piston capable of exerting over twelve hundred pounds of force, the blades will painfully bisect my torso in under a tenth of a second. Of course, if that happens, tonight will also be the long anticipated and final installment in, ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger.’”
Countdown to Oblivion
Realizing the moment of truth had arrived, Daphne reached up and pressed the ‘Initiate Countdown’ key on the Perilous Termination Timer’s control panel, opening the wrist restraints and initiating a 30-second countdown. The countdown running, she carefully stepped between those two deadly razor-sharp blades and sliding the waist ‘safety’ bar into position, placed her wrists within the open waiting restraints. Of course, the ‘safety bar’ isn’t actually there for reasons of safety. It’s there to prevent her corset compressed waist from escaping the blades.
Glancing back at the countdown timer as it quickly approached zero, she added, “Well, this is it, the moment of truth. The final moment I can safely choose to step away or the moment once again that I surrender myself to what will quite possibly be a countdown to my personal oblivion.”
Smiling darkly, “Still, I’m Daphne Danger. Star of, ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger,’ so did you actually think I have a choice. I freely chose the Peril!”
Two seconds later, as the countdown ended, the cuffs snapped closed, with a loud metallic click, securely locking Daphne’s wrists. Briefly closing her eyes, the look of darkly eager anticipation on Daphne’s face slowly changed, replaced by an intense look of erotic delight, a faint gasp of pure sexual delight escaping her crimson lips as the Elapse Time Clock appeared on the Timer’s display.
A coy smile slowly spread across her face as Daphne opened her eyes, “For those viewers in tonight’s audience new to my show, I’d like to let you on a little secret. I’ve always liked to mix a little pleasure with my deadly peril. So, concealed beneath my suggestively short skirt, I’m wearing a locked steel chastity belt which assures I retain, the two impressively sized vibrating dildos filling my vagina and tight little ass, throughout tonight’s perilously death defiling performance.”
Pausing to take a slow deep breath, “So, as you see, I’m a bit distracted. Once the countdown reached zero, and the Elapse Time Clock appeared on the Timer’s display, it also remotely activated both vibrators at their lowest power setting. This is what’s come to be known to my audience as my idea of erotically perilous ‘foreplay.’”
Pausing to take another slow deep breath Daphne continued, “Still, even at their lowest setting, these vibrators are quite stimulating. Especially, since prior to the premier episode of ‘The Insidiously Perilous Adventures of Daphne Danger,’ earlier this year, and with the exception of the few brief minutes before and after each of my shows, when I unlock the belt long enough to insert and later remove the vibrators, I’ve remained securely locked within this chastity belt 24/7 for the last 34 weeks. Between shows, this chastity belt keeps me in a state of complete sexual denial, the keys to unlock it, kept within a time-lock safe, only accessible between eight-thirty and ten-thirty on Friday evenings.
Pausing to glance over at the Elapse Time Clock, a faint groan of sexual frustration escaped Daphne’s lips as she realized that only 53 seconds had passed since those evil vibrators switched on. “Many of my long-time viewers have commented in their emails, that the minimum release and termination delays have grown steadily shorter since the premier of my show where they were both initially set for a thirty-minute delay. It’s because of these damn vibrators. On their lowest setting, they simply don’t provide enough stimulation, even after an entire week of frustrating orgasm denial, to let me climax. And since the Timer keeps them at that setting until the Elapse Time Clock finally reaches the minimum termination delay, I discovered, during this show’s premier episode that thirty minutes of that level of sexual frustration was more than I could willingly withstand.”
Pausing for another deep steady breath, Daphne continued with a seductively knowing smile, “After that, the intensity of the vibrators slowly increases, one level of intensity every two minutes, so it takes another twenty minutes before the vibrators reach full power. And since I usually don’t reach orgasm until those vibrators reach level 5 or 6, that’s the reason, and even though it does dramatically increase my chances of dying a gruesomely painful death, that I’ve started setting the minimum release delay for ten minutes after the minimum termination delay. And as many of the long-term members of my audience might recall, back during the first ten weeks of this show, when I was still keeping the release and termination delays the same, and since the vibrators automatically shut off the instant that the restraints unlock, I only managed to reach orgasm during four of those early episodes. So, what can I say, a girl has needs.”
Daphne struggled futilely to catch her breath as another overwhelmingly powerful orgasm rocked her sexually exhausted body. She could feel her rapidly beating heart pounding uncontrollably within her aching chest. Almost forty minutes passed since the restraints locked around her wrists, thirty since she’d passed the minimum termination delay and ten since those two oversized vibrators locked deep inside her reached full power.
She knows this was the part of her weekly shows that her audience truly pays to see, to see her trapped in an unending series of almost continuous orgasms. The sensuous swell of her corset enhanced cleavage as she struggles to breathe. The seductive way her sexy body convulsed against the unyielding restraints as each overwhelming orgasm peaks. Their eyes glued to their screens wondering if those deadly razor-sharp blades were about to cut her in half, turning her next scream of unimaginable ecstasy into a final scream of pure agony as she brutally dies in a long-anticipated explosion of blood and gore.
As for Daphne, at this point she really doesn’t care if she lives or dies. All she cares about now, is surviving until that next orgasmic climax. But honestly, at this point does anyone in her audience really care if she actually has a choice...