Monday evening, at Maritta’s private Resort villa
This morning’s regeneration lasted far longer than I’d expected. Although, I also hadn’t expected someone to take a red-hot three-foot-long iron poker, shove it deep into my rectum, then, using a heavy wooden mallet, pound it deep into my guts.
Oh well, I digress. So, it all started Friday afternoon when I decided to try something new...
Friday afternoon, at the Resort’s concierge desk
That afternoon, I stopped at the concierge desk on my way back from the beach, where I ran into Nikki, one of the guest reservation specialists. After looking at my preferences, she motioned me to follow her into a small conference room.
“Ms. Lombardi, or may I call you Maritta?”
Seeing my nod of agreement, Nikki smiled, “As I said, in reviewing your preferences Maritta, I noticed your strong desire to be the submissive in a lesbian relationship that involves, shall we honestly say, painfully agonizing torture and death.”
Seeing the look of embarrassment on my face, “It’s OK. After all, this is the Resort. Here we never judge. And we always strive to fulfill all our Vacation Club member’s deepest, darkest desires. Including yours. So Maritta, I have a proposition for you if you’re interested?”
Trying to hide my already growing excitement, “What kind of proposition did you have in mind?”
“There’s a small informal group of women here at the Resort. Mostly Vacation Club members who share the same desires that you do. Of course, for them, it’s from a slightly different perspective if you get my meaning.”
Having painfully intimate knowledge of just how sadistically cruel a female dominant can be toward another woman, I felt a delightfully terrifying sense of eager anticipation, “So Nikki, when do I get to meet these ladies?”
“Well, there’s currently three of them visiting the Resort. If it’s agreeable, I’ll arrange for you to meet at the Resort’s North Tower on three consecutive nights. The first tonight, the second Saturday, and the final one on Sunday.”
Smiling, Maritta replied, “Sounds lovely, Nikki. I can hardly wait.”
Friday night, within the Resort’s North Tower
I was standing, with my wrists already chained to the ceiling, within one of the North Tower’s diabolically well-equipped medieval-themed dungeon torture chambers, when she arrived.
Walking directly up to me, she shoved a painfully over-sized ball gag deep within my mouth and strapped it tightly in place, “My name is Lady Emma, your name is of no consequence, at least to me. Tonight, you are mine to use as I desire, so have no expectations of mercy, your desperate, gag muffled screams, merely sweet music to my ears.”
Turning, she walked over to the wall-mounted hoist and began turning the crank. With each click of the hoist’s ratchet, the chains gradually pulled my arms upward until the toes of my high heels lifted from the torture chamber’s floor.
Hanging helplessly by my wrists, I felt my heartbeat quicken as I watched her picking up a heavy bullwhip from the table, “I believe we’ll start with a few lashes of the whip to warm you up, say a hundred or so. That should give the irons in the brazier’s flames ample time to finish heating up.”
Saturday morning, Resort Regeneration Chamber 42
After hours of floating unconscious within the regeneration tank’s green glowing fluid, Maritta’s regeneration neared its completion.
Waking up in the recovery area a few minutes later, I had to admit I’d been impressed with Lady Emma’s utterly sadistic cruelty. After the first one hundred and ten, I stopped counting the lashes of that brutal bullwhip, but she continued to enthusiastically use it, covering my abused body with ugly red and quite often bleeding welts.
When she finally grew tired of whipping me, she used glowing, red-hot irons to burn off my nipples and clitoris. I think she was annoyed that I was still conscious when she finished destroying my clitoris. So annoyed that she pulled another red-hot iron rod out of the brazier and used it to beat me senseless.
And, somewhere as this was all happening, she managed to snuff me. My injuries were so severe that the regeneration technician wasn’t sure which of my many life-threatening injuries was the one that finally killed me.
Saturday night, within the Resort’s North Tower
“Good evening Maritta, I’m Mistress Dominique. As you can see by all this mess, the guillotine’s previous occupant recently lost her head.”
With my arms already bound tightly behind my back, I was utterly helpless as she grasped my shoulder and forced me down onto the guillotine’s blood-spattered bascule and closed its lunette snuggly around the back of my neck.
I had a moment to realize just how recently the guillotine’s previous occupant lost her head. The blood I was lying in, coating the skin of my breasts and belly, was still warm. Then, Mistress Dominique’s riding crop left its first painfully obscene caress across the cheeks of my ass.
Sunday morning, Resort Regeneration Chamber 18
After hours of floating unconscious within the regeneration tank’s green glowing fluid, Maritta’s regeneration once again neared its completion.
Waking up in the recovery area, I had to admit that while not as extreme as Lady Emma’s sadistic cruelty, Mistress Dominique had a delightfully wicked sense of sadistic humor that only a masochist with a Resort enhanced death wish could appreciate. Alternating between her riding crop and a high-voltage cattle prod, she paused just long enough to pour hot molten lead across the bare skin of my back before continuing.
I have to say, and this was one of the few times, since I joined the Resort’s Vacation Club, that a night’s finale failed to live up to all the masochistic foreplay. I sensed she might be new to the Vacation Club. It was almost like she was afraid to hurt me. I could tell, especially at the very end, just before she released the guillotine’s blade, she’d shoved the business end of that cattle prod up into my vagina. Still, again she’d hesitated, triggering it when it was just inside me. Yes, it hurt, but it would have been far more intimately torturous if she’d waited until she’d buried its prongs into my cervix before switching it on.
Sunday night, deep within the dungeons beneath the Resort’s North Tower
I wasn’t sure what to expect. A North Tower staff member escorted me into this torture chamber, secured my wrists and ankles, gagged me, then turned and left the chamber.
I hung there for several minutes when I suddenly heard the door opening, and she walked in. My first thought, what the Hell, that’s Nikki, the woman from the Resort’s concierge desk, the one who had arranged this lovely lesbian masochistic weekend for me. What was she doing here?
“Good evening Maritta, I hope you enjoyed the last few nights. I know that Lady Emma and Mistress Dominique are both still learning, but out in the real world, both are highly successful professional dominatrixes. It’s just here at the Resort’s Vacation Club they need to understand what it means to be a true sadist. Someone with no respect for limits, safewords, or even their victim’s survival.”
“Years ago, thanks to the Resort’s breakthrough in regeneration technology, the Vacation Club came into existence. The first few Companions conditioned as both masochistic pain sluts and an evil sadistic dominatrix, with a simple mental programming change during regeneration. I should know, I was the first of the Resort’s Vacation Club Companions.”
Smiling as she watched Maritta doing the math in her head, Nikki continued, “That’s right, I became a Resort Companion back in the early-eighties, ironically before the whole dominatrix side of my mental conditioning turned out to be useless.”
“Back in the eighty’s and into the late ninety’s, most of the couples who joined the Vacation Club were in classic dominant, submissive relationships.Corporate executives, bankers and successful financial managers, the men, were both possessive and anything but submissive.”
“So, after my second ten-year Companion contract ended, I decided to switch over to working at the concierge desk. I could keep my Companion mental conditioning without that Companion compulsive need to obey unless I choose to, and as a Resort employee, maintain the whole eternal youth thing.”
“So, that brings us too now. I promised you a masochistic night you’d never forget, and I never renege on my promises, especially here at the Resort. Shall we begin?”
Gagged and overwhelmed, all I could do was nod.’
Monday morning, Resort Regeneration Chamber 18
After hours of floating unconscious within the regeneration tank’s green glowing fluid, Maritta’s third and longest regeneration of the weekend neared its completion.
Waking up in the recovery area, I reflected on the last three nights of masochistic wanton debauchery. All three nights filled with utterly delightful torture, comminating in my agonizingly painful death. Yet, as horrifying as each night ended, the last night was by far the worst. Never, in my darkest masochistic imagination, had I thought someone could be sadistic enough to force a red-hot iron upward through my anus and deep into my guts.
Lying there as I waited to be released, I smiled as I wondered if Nikki and her friends had any plans for next weekend...