Basking in the aftereffects of the multiple orgasms she’d experience over the past hour, Sarah felt her heartbeat quicken in sudden fear as she watched Joseph casually removing one of the glowing hot irons from the flames of the brazier...

Earlier that evening I’d let Joseph, a total stranger, pick me up at one of the Resort’s poolside bars and take me downstairs for a little excitement in one of the Resort’s well equipped dungeon torture chambers. Reaching the dungeon Joseph grabbed a handful of my hair as he firmly guided me over to the waiting restraint table. After securing my wrists and ankles in the table’s restraints he locked a cruel spiked collar around my throat and forced an oversized metal ball gag into my mouth, a jaw straining metal ball that effectively stifled my indignation when moments later Joseph roughly tore my expensive designer bikini from my body.

Tossing aside the torn remnants of my bikini Joseph painfully grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me to look into his eyes. Staring into his eyes I saw the look of utter cruelty, the cold calculating eyes of a serial killer, a serial killer that intended without a doubt to torture me to death in as painful a manor as possible. It was in that moment, as I stared helplessly into his unfeeling eyes that I suddenly felt my body betraying me, my nipples growing painfully erect even as I felt that familiar moist warmth of my arousal beginning to trickle down the insides of my thighs.

Seeing the sudden look of darkly amused understanding on Joseph’s cold eyes I felt my heartbeat race as he reached down to undo his pants, in that moment I felt an overpowering need to be taken by him, to be used, to be fucked. A moment later I found myself already starting to climax as his cock pushed into me...

The regeneration shift supervisor was surprised to see one of his techs still monitoring one of their guests regeneration cycle when he walked into the Resort’s regeneration control center. Glancing at the regeneration status display he asked, “Problems?”

The technician paused to authorize the next steps in her patient’s regeneration before she responded, “Everything is under control Sir. She’ll be back in her suite before sunrise but it’s just that her injuries from last night were rather severe.”

Studying the regeneration status reading more closely the supervisor asked, “How severe?”

Frowning, the technician replied, “It appears that after they’d had sex, Sarah’s companion decided to shove a red hot iron rod up through Sarah’s rectum and deep into her colon. Then, using a mallet he pounded the iron rod deep into Sarah’s abdomen where it pierced her liver, diaphragm and right lung. After that, he used a breast ripper to brutally mutilate Sarah’s breasts before finally cutting off her head. With the exception of Sarah’s neck most of her injuries were pretty straight forward to repair. Sarah’s neck is taking longer because it was a particularly messy wound, her companion decided to use a rather dull edged hand saw to decapitate her.”

Shaking his head, the supervisor responded, “Decapitations have always taken longer to repair than expected particularly where there’s significant neck trauma. Please keep me informed with your patient’s progress.”

Nodding silently, the technician carefully continued to monitor the status of Sarah’s regeneration, all the time having erotic fantasies concerning Joseph, Sarah’s sadistic companion from last night. Perhaps if the technician asked nicely he’d be willing to spend some time entertaining her down in the same dungeon torture chambers he’d used with Sarah..

The next morning Sarah awoke safely back in her luxury one bedroom suite at the Resort’s beachfront village. Pausing to slip on a tee shirt she opened the patio doors and stepped out onto the balcony to admire the island’s early morning beauty, the memory of the previous evening’s activities still fresh in her mind. Sarah smiled as she recalled just how overwhelming her orgasms felt as Joseph fucked her senseless, still while he’d been a gifted lover it was his considerable skills when it came to torturing a woman to death that had truly impressed her.

Still, as satisfying as it was, her evening with Joseph was merely the conclusion of Sarah’s first day here at the Resort. Sarah was already fantasizing about tonight’s entertainment, an intimate dinner engagement with all ten members of a Japanese electronics firm’s board of directors on the final night of their annual executive retreat here at the Resort. Knowing that the firm’s CEO was an expert in the art of stringent Japanese rope bondage art known as Shibari, Sarah looked forward to spending the entire evening in painfully tight bondage. And, that after dinner they intended to sexually use her to satisfy all their twisted sexual appetites before their executive retreat’s closing ceremony. The ceremony where their CEO planned to brutally disemboweled her using the ancient samurai sword that’s been in his family for over 30 generations. Sarah felt her aroused nipples pressing against the soft material of her shirt as she masochistically tried to imagine just how much is was going hurt when that razor-sharp blade ripped her open from shoulder to crotch.

And yet, even with all delights the coming evening promised, Sarah was already eagerly looking forward to the rest of her stay here at the Resort. While booking her reservation she’d intentionally selected the Resort’s all-inclusive “Damsel in Distress” 10 day vacation package, the one described as “the one where she doesn’t get away...”