It was late Sunday afternoon when Nikki, a guest reservation specialist with the Resort’s concierge desk, called asking a favor, “Destini, I know it’s late, but I wondered if you could do me a big favor, one that I’m sure you’ll enjoy?”

“So, Nikki, what nefariously devious delights do you have in store for me?”

“Well, another vacation club member asked for you by name and inquired if you might be available tonight to help fulfill his fantasy, And Destini, it’s a sword fantasy.”

“OK, you’ve seriously perked my imagination. What are the details of his fantasy?”

“Well, it involves you being naked in chains and dying on the blade of an authentic 1700s German Sinclair basket-hilt sword,”

Trying to hide her darkly erotic anticipation at the thought of thirty-eight inches of antique razor-sharp cold steel sliding through her guts, “Really, an authentic 1700s German Sinclair? When and where?”

Wearing nothing but high heels and secured in chains, Destini eagerly awaited the arrival of her executioner within one of the Resort’s infamous North Tower torture chambers. She already knew her brutally torturous part she’d play in his erotically seductive fantasy.

When he arrives, he plans to use his antique sword to run her through multiple times, brutally twisting that razor-sharp blade in her guts with each agonizing thrust of his sword until she dies. Of course, she’ll still have a part to play after death when he fucks and sodomizes her lifeless body until she grows cold.

Standing there utterly helpless, Destini felt her pulse quicken as she heard him entering the torture chamber behind her, a faint grin appearing on her lovely face as she asked, “I want this evening to be everything you’ve fantasized about. You already know that there are no safe words or limits on what you can do to me here in the Resort's North Tower. I am yours to do with as you desire. My only request is for you to make my death as brutally agonizing as possible.”

A sudden scream of pure agony escaped my lips as, without warning, he ran me through, the blade of his sword piercing my right kidney and coming out just below my right breast, the hilt of his sword pressing firmly against my back as I felt that razor-sharp blade painfully twisting within my chest.

Pulling the blade of his sword out of Destini’s back, her executioner walked around and faced her before running her through again, “I can assure you that I have every intention of making your death as agonizingly painful as possible, Destini.”

Seeing the painful look of surprise in Destini’s lovely eyes as he cruelly twisted his blade deep within her guts, “Yes, we’ve met before. A year ago, on the fog-shrouded streets of the Resort’s Whitechapel attraction, I used another of my favorite antique swords to run you through and left you to die with your guts spilling out onto the sidewalk’s cobblestones.”

Giving his sword another agonizing twist, he pulled the blade out of Destini’s belly. He repositioned it with its sharp tip poised within Destini’s navel before thrusting that deadly sword back through her guts.

He repeatedly thrust that magnificent blade through me, pausing to twist it savagely within my guts, brutally mutilating my insides as I slowly bled to death for his darkly sadistic amusement. I could feel myself going into shock, the only warmth I felt, the sensation of hot blood running down my belly and legs as it pooled on the floor around my blood-soaked high heels.

Realizing that Destini’s time was growing short, her killer smiled darkly, “Tonight, unlike our previous encounter in Whitechapel, I intend to partake in your dead body’s sexually erotic pleasures once you’ve finish bleeding out.”

His sword was still deep within her guts as she finally lost consciousness, as he brutally twisted the blade, causing Destini’s dying body to convulse one final time as she expired.

Destini spent most of the next day in one of the Resort’s regeneration tanks, as the regen process gradually repaired the severe damage to her body before reviving her. The female technician noted enviously that the sexual mutilation of her body occurred after her death.

Back at her private Resort villa early Monday evening, Destini contacted the Resort’s concierge desk, “Nikki, thank you for last night’s torturously delightful evening. The feel of that sword’s blade twisting deep in my guts each time he ran me through was truly memorable. The agony went way beyond even my heightened masochistic ability to derive pleasure from it.”

Briefly pausing, Destini continued, “I’d like to ask you a favor. Would you find out if my mysterious swordsman might be available again tonight for another demonstration of his painfully torturous prowess with that blade? Also, if you mention to him that while I’ve always secretly harbored necrophiliac fantasies, he’s the first who’s taken me after I’ve died. So perhaps tonight, if he’d like to start fucking me in the ass before I die, tell him I’d truly appreciate it.”

Nikki replied as she checked Destini’s mysterious swordsman’s reservations, “It appears he’s still available for tonight. I’ll contact him and see if he’s interested in meeting and get back to you.”

“Thanks, Nikki, you’re the best.”

Smiling with sadistic satisfaction, Nikki updated Destini’s vacation club member information, adding necrophiliac fantasies to her already submissively masochistic profile...