Growing up in a Northwest lumbering town, Nicole has always had an erotic fascination with powerful buzzsaws. She even lost her virginity in a saw house, bent over a log,
and taken from behind. Even now, years later, the very sound of a buzzsaw makes her hot. But it’s her perilous buzzsaw fantasies that have always fueled her darkest erotic desires.
Tonight, in the sound-proof basement of an infamous Los Angeles fetish nightclub, Nicole’s finally going to experience her darkest erotic nightmare, to die beneath the spinning
razor-sharp blade of a buzzsaw.
I have no illusions about David, the nightclub owner’s intentions. The video cameras set to capture the scene of my death from multiple angles leave little doubt that I’ll be
starring in his next snuff film production. After all, blood and gore sell in snuff films, and that buzzsaw promises to provide an obscene amount of both. David also pledged to
set the saw’s trolly to its slowest speed, giving my terror ample time to flourish before that spinning blade reaches my crotch. Also, at that speed, once it starts cutting through
my body, it should take almost a minute for that deadly spinning blade to finish its brutally gruesome work.
As he secured Nicole to the buzzsaw’s platform, David wasn’t surprised to see the look of eager masochistic anticipation in her eyes. After all, she’s spent most nights over the
last two years chained to his bed, sharing her darkest, most intimate fantasies as he cruelly used her to sate all his darkest sexual pleasures.
With Nicole secured to the buzzsaw’s platform, David paused as he picked up the ballgag: “Last chance to back out, Nicole. Once I gag you, you’re committed.”
Nicole shook her head and replied, “You know we both want this, if for decidedly different reasons. I know that victims in your snuff films are always terrified as they face
impending doom. I promise I’ll be terrified when the saw's spinning blade starts toward me. Honestly, if I’m not gagged, I’ll beg and promise you anything if you’d shut off that
buzzsaw before it reaches me. So, do us both a favor and gag me. Then, put on that face-concealing black leather executioner’s hood, switch on the cameras, and pull the saw’s
activation handle before I die of old age.”
A smile of evil anticipation appeared on David’s face as he pressed that ballgag deep into Nicole’s mouth and strapped it tight. Then, grasping the buzzsaw’s activation handle.
“Nicole, it’s too bad my audience will never know that you willingly longed to die this diabolically gruesome way.”
I helplessly watched as David switched on the buzzsaw, the electric whine of its massive razor-sharp blade echoing off the walls as it spun up to its operating speed of 4000 RPM
before starting along the track toward me.
Nicole didn’t disappoint. Her desperate, gag-stifled, high-pitched screams echoed off the basement walls as the powerful spinning blade slid slowly upward toward her crotch. She
struggled to escape her restraints even as that razor-sharp blade drew closer.
Despite the overwhelming agony she endured as that buzzsaw ripped through her guts, it exceeded anything Nicole could have imagined in her darkest masochistic nightmares. Still,
she managed to give her lover and killer, David, a faint smile moments before, losing consciousness as that buzzsaw’s deadly spinning blade ripped upward through the cleavage of
her breasts, ending her life...