It was late Friday afternoon when Nikki, a guest reservation's specialist with the Resort’s concierge desk, called, “Destini, I noticed you haven’t made a reservation for this evening, and I was wondering if you could do me a big favor?”
“Sure, what do you need?”
Destini could detect a bit of panic in Nikki’s voice as she continued, “There’s going to be a bachelor party held at the North Tower tonight, they’ve reserved a companion and a medieval themed torture chamber for the evening. The problem is, with one of the staff regeneration pods down for maintenance, we have a backlog of companions still waiting regeneration, so we don’t have one available to provide for the bachelor party’s entertainment.”
Smiling, as Destini considered the kind of entertainment the North Tower’s torture chambers typically provide, “So, you’re asking me to attend this bachelor party as the party’s entertainment?”
“If you would, that’ll be great. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
The decision already made, Destini replied, “OK. I’ll do it. What time should I be there?”
Arriving at the North Tower Destini found Nikki waiting for her in the lobby. “Thanks for doing this Destini, if you’ll follow me to the companion’s dressing room, the groom to be, supplied the costume you’ll be wearing.”
Twenty minutes later I was standing in one of the Tower’s torture chambers as Nicki secured the steel manacles snuggly around my glove sheathed wrists. “It’s a good thing you decided to have your nipples pierced the last time you stayed at the Resort. Now, open wide and I’ll put the ball gag in your mouth.”
Clinching the gag tight, “You may be interested in knowing that whit latex collar is identical with the one the grooms going to be locking around his bride's neck at their wedding ceremony tomorrow afternoon. You might be surprised to know they’ve also reserved this exact torture chamber for Sunday evening.”
With that, Nikki gave me a playful slap on the ass, “Enjoy,” and left the torture chamber. About half an hour later the bachelor party’s guests arrived.
Entering the torture chamber, the best man turned to other guests, “Guys, we have the use of this torture chamber and the companion until midnight. There are appetizers, beer, wine and Champaign on the tables near the door. Just remember you can inflict all the pain you like but no mutilation. The bride made a special surprise request concerning how we’re going to do the companion when midnight finally arrives, so let’s all try to keep her alive until then.”
Watching as the groom picked up a heavy bull whip while several of the other guests checked out the irons heating in the flames of the brazier, I sighed with eager masochistic anticipation.
Well, midnight was only a few minutes away, and it had been a glorious evening, four hours of unrelenting pain and multi-orgasmic sex. The groom kicked off the festivities with that heavy bull whip. I'm a little envious of his bride, her soon to be husband, has some serious skills with the whip.
As expected, the moment he finished with the whip, I lost my latex thong panties. Within seconds, his pants were open, and he was inside me, taking me balls deep in a single thrust. Lifting me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist, the groom paused with just the head of his massive cock inside me. A second later, I learned why he’d paused, the best man standing behind me, pressing the head of his cock through my anus and into my rectum.
I know, from the way the groom smiled, that he could see the look of fear in my eyes just before he pulled me downward. The volume of the scream that escaped around that oversized ball gag filling my mouth even surprised me as I felt those two massive cocks sinking to their hilt inside the straining depths of my belly. I’d never felt anything like this, it actually felt my they were tearing my insides apart. Still, the fourth time they impaled me I experienced one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.
So, that’s how the night went, whips and hot irons alternating with multi-orgasmic sex. Well, until midnight that is, after that there was only the pain. The bride’s special surprise request, that they put me to death in the Iron Maiden.
As they were strapping me within the confines of the Maiden, the bride’s request suddenly made brutally sadistic sense, she was sending a not so subtle message to her husband to be, stay faithful or else. I was the last women he would have sex with before their marriage, and she’d decided to inflict one of the most torturous deaths imaginable on me, just think what she’d do to any woman who had an affair with her husband.
I think the message will sink in when they come to use this same torture chamber on Sunday evening since death in the Iron Maiden usually takes at least two and a half days.
Finally dying late Monday morning, Destini’s regeneration only took a few hours. Death in the Iron Maiden, while unrelentingly and overwhelmingly torturous doesn’t actually inflict that much physical damage other to the victim’s eyes. Destini was out of regeneration and back at her villa by early Monday evening.
Standing on the patio, enjoying the sun slowly setting with a glass of excellent wine I thought about the weekend, that bachelor party and the long two and a half days I spent in that Iron Maiden. Taking another sip of wine, I smiled, it wasn’t the first time I’ve died impaled upon the Iron Maiden’s torturous spikes, and it will be far from the last, but still.
The weekend left me with mixed emotions. Since joining the Resort’s Vacation Club I’d always meticulously planned every unspeakably tortuous evening, relying on the Resort’s well trained torturers to fulfill my fantasies. And yet, on my previous stay I’d signed up for a ‘Blind Date’ that turned out to be with one of the world’s renowned serial killers. Then, this weekend, on the first night of my stay, filling in for one of the Resort companions at a brutal bachelor party was both enlightening as well as profoundly disturbing.
Ever since my first bondage experience in college, I’d always been the one in control, safe words, limits, I’ve been the one who set the rules in my BDSM relationships. Even here at the Resort, I’ve been the one who determines the script. Until that ‘blind date’ and Friday night’s bachelor party, I’ve never walked into a Resort torture chamber without fully knowing what would happen.
And yet, I’m coming to discover that the unknown has a seductive appeal all its own. Even on that ‘blind date’ the Ghost still knew I was a Vacation Club member, while the people at that bachelor party thought I was just another Resort companion. They used me ruthlessly for their sadistic pleasure, and then put me in that Iron Maiden. Hell, no one on Friday night was even interested enough to ask me my name. It was absolutely intoxicating!
I think for the rest of my stay, I’m going to cancel all my plans and hit the Vacation Club exclusive nightclubs and see if I can experience some of my more sadistic Vacation Club members darkest fantasies, ones where I’m never in control.
Who knows, but after next spring when I sell my highly successful Washington lobbying firm, I might even consider signing a ten-year companion contract here at the Resort. I’ve already asked Nikki. I can keep my villa, and the Resort will suspend my Vacation Club membership fees until my companion contract expires. With nothing but the annual maintenance fees on the villa, in ten years my investment portfolio should be worth at least another nine hundred million. And, that doesn’t even count the twenty million a year I’ll earn simply by being a Resort companion...