When the Crimson Executioner asked me to try out one of the Resort’s newest deathtraps, he described it as something barbaric. However, while diabolically brutal at first glance, the impalement device hardly seemed barbaric. Little did I realize how wrong my first impressions were.

Demonstrating how the impalement device worked, the Crimson Executioner pulled its activation lever downward, causing its wooden impalement shaft to rise, revealing horrific rows of painfully sharp-looking steel spikes. From personal experience, I knew that death by impalement is never a quick or easy way to die. Still, those spikes added a new and obscenely barbaric touch to what already promised to be a gruesomely torturous death.

“Ann, I think you realize now why I described this impalement device as barbaric. Those sharp spikes will painfully mutilate your inside as they brutally slide into your abdomen. Once they’re inside you, even your body’s slightest movement promises to be unbearably agonizing.”

Crossing my arms protectively across my belly, I tried to imagine how painfully unpleasant it would be to have those sharp steel spikes ripping their way upward through my guts. I think the Crimson Executioner realized my growing unease and quickly raised the activation lever, causing the impalement shaft to sink back down into its base, once more concealing those horrifying steel spikes from my sight.

With the impalement shaft again lowered, the Crimson Executioner turned to me and ordered me to get undressed.

A few minutes later, I was hanging by my wrists, my ankles held uncomfortably far apart, with my crotch ominously poised mere inches above that impalement shaft’s tip, with a large mouth-filling penis gag stuffed in my mouth to stifle my screams.

I could see the familiar look of eager sadistic anticipation in the Crimson Executioner’s eyes as he rested his hand on the impalement device’s activation lever. I found the thought of what was about to happen utterly terrifying. And yet, deep down, I found myself eagerly anticipating the long hours of agonizing torture and death, almost as much as my killer did.

I long ago realized that the mental conditioning given to all Resort companions, while heightening our instinctive masochistic need to suffer, also makes us eager to die for the amusement of our torturers. And, like most nights spent in the torture chambers of the Resort, I knew that regardless of how much pleasure I derived from my suffering, the agony would eventually exceed my ability to enjoy it.

The Crimson Executioner pressed the activation lever smoothly downward as I felt the smooth polished wooden tip of the impalement shaft penetrating me. A moment later, the first ring of spikes tore upward into my vagina in an unspeakable explosion of pure agony. My penis gag stifled screams, echoing off the chamber’s concrete walls as the rows of spikes slipped steadily deeper into my guts.

Fully impaled in just a few short agonizing seconds, every shallow breath sent fresh waves of agony coursing through me as those unforgiving steel spikes savagely twisted within my guts.

In the end, after being impaled, Ann endured almost eight hours of unrelenting agony before she finally finished bleeding to death. Freeing her lifeless body from the impalement shaft’s spikes pulled most of her entrails out through her mutilated vagina, dramatically magnifying the gruesome destruction caused by those barbaric spikes and adding hours to the length of her regeneration.

Relaxing in her Resort villa, Ann had to admit that since becoming a Resort companion over three years ago, she’d met quite a few people who excelled at inflicting delightfully brutal torture. However, when it comes to inflicting prolonged, agonizing torment, the Crimson Executioner was a true master of the art.

And, while she found it profoundly terrifying, Ann was already looking forward to their next gruesomely torturous night together...