Paige felt her heartbeat quicken as she helplessly watched Damion carefully select a glowing, red-hot, iron rod from the fire. And while
this was the first evening that she’d be personally entertaining him, Paige had already heard all the whispered horror stories from the other
Resort submissives concerning Damion’s brilliance and almost legendary cruelty. The founder and president of one of Europe’s newest high tech
consortiums, Damion was also his companies head of research. And despite his fondness for Goth attire and heavy metal rock, a brilliant
physicist and engineer. Damion’s company was the first to produce a quantum entangled computer networking solution. And when the European
Space Agency demonstrated the first practical use of his breakthrough, with a real-time remotely controlled Mars rover just days before Damion’s
company went public, it also made him one of the world’s ten richest...
Of course, the irony from Paige’s perspective is that she’s here at the Resort because she’s already met one of the world’s richest men. Not that he’s officially on the list, people in his line of work try to avoid all the publicity, not to mention the accompanying time in prison. Anyway, the real reason Paige was hanging here helplessly watching Damion select a red-hot iron rod was actually her own damn fault.
Paige discovered quite by accident that Minos, one of her favorite web graphic artists, was planning a barbeque to celebrate the spring equinox and managed to discover it was being held at an isolated ranch about 50 miles outside Phoenix Arizona. Showing up in her skimpiest bikini Paige mingled with the guests by the pool before heading down to the kitchens. Perhaps it was the three glasses of wine she consumed by the pool or the sight of those two women, still alive, slowly rotating on spits over the fire of the pit. And yet, perhaps it was fate that brought her to that place, or perhaps it was merely unsalable desire that compelled Paige to say, “Seriously Minos, when I heard you were planning a barbeque to celebrate this year’s spring equinox, did you really think I’d miss it?” Glancing over that the two women slowly roasting over the coals Paige smiled, “And if I’m not mistaken, there’s still one spot open over the coals.”
And while it’s been months, Paige still had fond memories of that afternoon. The way Minos pushed her down onto that Jessica 5000 impalement machine, the machine’s painfully tight restraints, the way the ropes around her wrists cruelly cutoff the circulation to her hands. The unexpected way Minos knelt down and whispered in her ear, “Paige, if you expected I’d fuck you, to send you out with one final orgasm your wrong, I never fuck my food.” Paige was still struggling to think of a witty response when she felt the cold steel tip of the impalement spit piercing her cervix.
Even now, Paige still remembers the pit’s overwhelming heat, the taste of that hot steel spit against her tongue as her body slowly rotated over the coals. To this day Paige still isn’t sure exactly how long she lasted over the fire before she died. And yet, the biggest surprise that day wasn’t dying on that spit, it was waking up here at the Resort only to discover that she was now an indentured pleasure and pain submissive with a ten year contract. Turns out, after they’d served Paige at the barbeque, Minos decided to have her head flash frozen and sold to the Resort. Perhaps one day Minos will stop by and tell Paige his side of the story, after all, he is on the Resort’s board of directors. Perhaps, he’ll even be nice enough to bring a Resort contract renewal form...
Still, starting into the cold hard darkness of Damion’s eyes, Paige pretty much already know how this evening is going to end. If the stories she’d heard were even half correct, Damion’s going to start by shoving that red-hot iron rod deep into her vagina or her rectum, than taking the mallet from the table, pounding that iron rod deep into her guts. After that, he tends to vary his routine, he’ll either start be skinning and dissecting her breasts or he’ll decide to eviscerate her, spilling her guts all over the torture chamber’s floor. Finally at the end, he’ll either slit her throat and watch her eyes as she bleeds out, or use his scalpel to cut upward through her diaphragm so I can watch as he rips my heart out with his bare hands.
So, from the decidedly morbid viewpoint of a Resort submissive, Paige knows she has at least three brutally painful hours of torture ahead of her before she finally dies, or assuming he starts with her breasts at least five to six hours. Either way, it’s going to be one hell of a night...