Sitting on her bed Marie slipped her fingers down and slowly began to caress her already throbbing clit as she watched that woman on her computer screen convulsing almost sensuously under the brutal high voltage current coursing through her beautiful tormented body. Setting aside her wine glass Marie reached up and slowly tugged on one of her nipple rings as she watched the look of terrified desperation in that woman’s pain filled eyes as her tormentor, a black leather clad dominatrix, paused to once again cruelly increase the voltage. Closing her eyes, Marie listened to the screams, her thumb continuing to massage her aching clit as she pushed her fingers deep into the heated wetness of her sex. Marie could feel her orgasm building as she imagined being that woman, helplessly enduring agonizing torture, trapped in unrelenting pain, the pungent smell of electrically produced ozone mixing with the faint aroma of burning flesh, just as Marie’s orgasm climaxed.
Perhaps what happened next was due by the afterglow of her incredible orgasm, or perhaps it was due to the several glasses of Pinot Noir she’d consumed that evening or merely that Marie was already watching one of the world’s most infamous torture porn websites. Typing in her request Marie quickly hit send, “Beautiful 26 year old German submissive interested in starring in one of your diabolically sinister torture porn productions if you can satisfy one of my darkest fantasies, the electric chair.”
A few minutes later Marie received a response, “Friday morning take the train to Budapest, a reservation will be waiting for you at the Corinthia Hotel under the name Ingrid Bauer. A limousine will arrive to pick you up at seven o’clock that evening. And tell no one of your plans...”
The electric chair came as a complete surprise. I’d expected the kind of chair I’d seen depicted in prison execution movies, a wooden chair with some straps and a metal cap for my head. Instead this electric chair was all polished steel with supports that held my arms and legs spread obscenely wide. The chair didn’t even have a seat, just an open area under my ass above a post topped with two outrageously oversized metal dildos. Leather straps secured my forearms, thighs and calves tightly to the chair’s supports while a wide metal waistband tightened to uncomfortably squeezed my already corset compressed waist.
Once he had me restrained the technician gagged me and started connecting the electrical leads to my body. Removing my nipple rings, he tightened a pair of heavy steel clamps that painfully crush my nipples before he knelt down between my lewdly spread thighs and carefully pushed the front dildo upward into the straining depths of my vagina, it’s cold oversized metal shaft filling me completely until I felt it’s blunt tip press uncomfortably upward against the entrance to my womb. As I watched helplessly, the oversized steel ball strapped tightly within my mouth muting any complaints I might wish to voice, the technician reached further back and slowly pushed the second oversized dildo painfully upward into my rectum and onward into the depths of my colon.
Closing my eyes I struggled to accept all that I was experiencing when I suddenly felt the fingers of the technician spreading the folds of my sex. An instant later the tip of his tongue brushed across my clit sending a sudden unexpected explosion of pleasure coursing through me as his talented tongue continued its diabolical work of propelling me toward a mind blowing orgasm. Then, just seconds before I came, he suddenly stopped, the cool air of the torture chamber replacing the heated wetness of his tongue. Sobbing in sexual frustration I opened my eyes just in time to watch in horror as the alligator clamp closed around my throbbing clit, it’s sharp teeth biting painfully deep into my sensitive flesh.
The taste of her considerable arousal still fresh on his tongue, Marie’s sudden cry of pain brought a darkly sadistic smile to the technician’s face as he watched the sharp teeth of the alligator clamp bite brutally deep into the woman’s engorged clitoris. And yet, even as Marie cried out he could see her vaginal and anal muscles rhythmically tightening to milk every ounce of erotic pleasure from the massive steel dildos buried deep within her belly.
Glancing up the technician could clearly see the unmistakable look of pure unbridled lust mixed with desperate impassioned desire in Marie’s lovely green eyes as he casually reached for the height adjustment ring at the base of the post that held the two oversized dildo’s within the straining depths of Marie’s belly and slowly turned the adjustment ring until both dildos advanced several inches deeper into Marie’s trembling body, the delightful screams escaping her gagged mouth having far more to do with pleasure than with pain.
The preparations complete, the technician lightly caressed the side of Marie’s face as he stood, “Once I leave this chamber and seal the door the director will activate on the cameras concealed behind the chamber’s mirrored panels and order the technical producer to switch on the electricity. Depending upon your tolerance to pain the next 30 to 40 minutes should be ones of utter masochistic bliss as the voltage is gradually raised, after that the pleasure recedes until all that remains is the pain.”
Marie watched helplessly as the technician paused before continuing, “Most women usually last about an hour in the chair but in the end the pain always wins before they die.”
Her mind awash with thoughts of unimagined erotic bliss it wasn’t until Marie head the heavy metal door of the chamber closing behind her that the technician’s parting words finally sank in, did he just say “before they die?”
Marie was just starting to panic when the electricity switched on...
The pain was more than Marie ever imagined enduring and yet the orgasms that followed far more intense than any she’d experienced as the electricity surged between the clamp on her clit and the two oversized dildos embedded deep within her belly.
Marie was just starting to think that this wasn’t so bad when the current suddenly started to flow through the metal ball gag in her mouth and the clamps on her nipples, joining the current already flowing between the clamp on her clit and the two massive dildos in her crotch.
Gradually the current increased until Marie found herself struggling to breathe, her body convulsing against the chair’s unyielding restraints as the brutal unrelenting current continued to course through her exhausted body. It felt like her lips, tongue and teeth were on fire, the pungent smell of ozone filling her sinuses with every desperate breath Marie managed to take, her nipples and clit awash in flames almost as if someone was holding a blowtorch to them. And yet, even as the intensity of the pain grew so did the intensity of her pleasure as her orgasms gradually merged into one all-consuming continuous climax.
Eventually, just as the technician had promised the pain finally won out over the pleasure. And yet, deep down Marie could still feel herself climaxing but the pleasure could no longer compare to the pain. At the end the voltage actually exceeded her body’s ability to channel the electrical energy and bright blue bolts of electrical discharges started to arch across her body as she died.
The film’s director watched Marie’s body twitching erotically as the deadly current continued to flow through her lifeless smoking corpse, a darkly sadistic smile appearing on his face as he signaled to the film’s technical producer to switch off the electricity, “Demetri, once Marie’s body is safe to handle have her taken down to the kitchens so the chef can get her body ready for the midnight buffet. Oh, and after he’s cut off her head, ask him to have it flash frozen and packed in dry ice for shipment to the Resort.”
The director could see the questioning look in Demetri’s eyes as he continued, “I’m not completely sure what they’re doing with the heads but when it comes to the Resort I’ve learned it’s never good to ask questions. You know as well as I do we need the cash and the Resort offered to pay ten million for the frozen head of every truly masochistic pain slut we torture to death, no questions asked.”
As Demetri picked up his phone, the director added, “And Demetri, remind the chef that we have that group of arrogant Iranian Mullahs visiting again.” Seeing the sudden look of anger in Demetri’s eyes, “Yes the same group of religious butchers who tried to smuggle buffet leftovers out of the compound last month are back again for more blood and screams. Let’s see if this time we can avoid another painfully expensive incident with airport security.”
Late the next day Marie’s frozen head arrived at the Resort’s regeneration facility where it was carefully defrosted and placed inside one of the facility’s regeneration tanks to be reanimated, the regeneration system re-sequenced Marie’s DNA and began to recreate Marie’s missing body, gradually growing a new skeleton, internal organs, muscles and skin until 72 hours later a very surprised Marie awoke in the facility’s recovery area.
Marie was shocked to discover that the people, who’d failed to mention she’d actually die fulfilling her electric chair fantasy for their snuff film, had also failed to mention they intended to sell her remains to the Resort, a place where she’d be spending the next ten years serving as an indentured pleasure and pain submissive in the Resort’s dungeon torture chambers.
Three years later...
Marie felt her heartbeat quicken as she helplessly watched one of the Resort’s guests pause to examine one of the instruments of torture arrayed for her use, a deceptively simple instrument, a foot long threaded steel spike that Marie was intimately aware could inflict almost unimaginable agony while causing only minor cosmetic damage.
Often used to gain a confession of heresy in cases where the inquisition wished to avoid visible signs of torture, spikes like these quickly became a favorite with the inquisition when it came time to compel women of noble birth to confess their sins. Inserted into a woman’s abdomen and positioned to pierce her liver and kidneys Marie knew from personal experience that those spikes made every desperate breath an exquisitely painful experience.
Still, Marie had to admit that being an indentured pleasure and pain submissive here at the Resort wasn’t without its masochistic perks. After all, where else could a girl live out her submissively masochistic fantasies of being tortured to death and do it on an almost a nightly basis?
Of course, the money was just icing on the cake. While Marie was still an indentured pleasure and pain submissive the Resort was only deducting half of her two million Euro annual pay to cover their acquisition costs, the rest was going into a Resort managed investment account. As best as Marie could calculate, in another seven years, with interest, she’d be worth almost 14 million Euros. And should Marie decide to leave the Resort at the end of her indentured contract, the Resort would set her up with a new identity and life anywhere in the world she desired.
Still contemplating the future Marie felt her heart skip a beat at the Resort guest turned toward her. And while the black clad woman still held that long threaded spike in her left hand she also held one of the Resort’s infamous “stun” guns in the other. Infamous because unlike the stun guns commonly found outside the Resort’s dungeons, these generated four times the voltage but only half the amperage, they didn’t stun, they just inflicted agony. Pure unadulterated agony, Marie could hardly wait...
Hours later Marie was back once again within the fluid filled confines of one of the Resort’s regeneration tanks, her freshly reanimated corpse gradually recovering from the painfully torturous death she’d endured earlier that night.
Floating within the warmth of the regeneration tank Marie continued to consider her future plans. Just six years and 341 days left in my Resort indentured pleasure and pain submissive contract and I’ll be free to start my life over.
Still, there’s something almost liberating about renewing my Resort contract for another 10 years. Seems one of the perks of the regeneration process is that it resets your biological clock every time you go back in the tank, so for as long as I stay at the Resort I don’t grow more than a day older then when I arrived. Of course, there’s also the two million a year salary and the four million renewal bonus to consider. And besides, where besides here at the Resort could I actually get to not only experience, but to actually survive, all my darkest most submissively masochistic fantasies? Maybe as part of my renewal bonus I should ask if the Resort can acquire that electric chair I died in back in Budapest...