Many of the Resort’s vacation club members usually have rituals they follow on their first night back at the Resort. Many relax by their villa’s infinity pool with a
glass of wine. Others go to their favorite Resort restaurant for dinner or take in a nightclub show. While others, like Destini, often have more diabolically darker plans.
I have a delightfully gruesome first night ritual whenever I visit the Resort, one aptly named ‘Destini’s Blade.’ It begins at home when I select one of the swords in my
extensive collection to bring to the Resort. Once I arrive at the Resort, I’ll contact Nikki, a friend who works at the Resort’s concierge desk, to arrange for the use of
a Resort dungeon execution chamber and the services of one of their professional executioners for later that evening.
Meeting the executioner at the dungeon, I hand him my sword, “Did the people at the Resort’s concierge desk brief you on all the intimate details of my first night ritual?”
The executioner could see the enticing look of eager anticipation in Destini’s lovely eyes, “Yes, they did. Just tell me when you’re ready.”
Usually, I’ll hold my hands behind my head. Or, like tonight, if I’m feeling a bit more submissive, I’ll lock my wrists behind my back instead.
I could sense the executioner’s growing sadistic amusement as I snuggly locked the restraints around my wrists, then casually said, “Do me.”
The explosion of breathtaking agony was everything I’d imagined it would be as that sword’s razor-sharp blade slid effortlessly into my belly and out my back. The executioner
brutally ran me through, then, clearly enjoying himself, cruelly began twisting that blade within my guts. Each savagely painful twist of that blade further tore my insides
apart as the blood spilled down my legs.
I desperately longed to fall to the dungeon’s floor and finish bleeding out, but my darkly sadistic executioner had other plans. Intentionally angling the blade upward as he
ran me through, I was at his mercy, trapped against the sword’s hilt, unable to escape that torturously painful blade buried within my guts as he continued twisting it inside me.
It wasn’t until my knees buckled as I collapsed forward against his chest that he finally relented. Relaxing the painful upward pressure of that blade, he gradually allowed me
to sink to my knees before easing me down onto my side on that blood-spattered dungeon floor.
Leaving me lying there with the blade of that sword still painfully buried inside me. The executioner paused to look down at me, “When your friend Nikki explained what you
desired, she stressed that I should make your death as slow and agonizingly painful as possible. You should be good for at least another agonizing hour of torment before you lose
enough blood to pass out. After that, it should only take another thirty minutes or so for you to finish bleeding to death.”
A darkly sadistic tone appeared in his voice as he turned to leave the dungeon, “I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of your excruciatingly torturous evening, Destini.”
Late the following morning, when they finally released me from regeneration, I had to admit that last night was everything I’d imagined it would be...