“When it comes to painful pleasures, I’ve come to prefer the rack. Once you’re nude and secured in its restraints, you’re utterly helpless before your brutally sadistic torturer, your body, his to do with as he wishes. Many of the Resort’s sadistic Vacation Club members prefer to use the rack merely as a background torment for other unspeakably torturous medieval delights. At the same time, others have mastered its excruciatingly painful art.”

“Tonight, I’m going to be brutally entertained by one of the rack’s true masters, a delightfully sadistic fiend that I’ve had the torturously unpleasant acquaintance of for more than two decades. I’m going to spend this weekend screaming in masochistic delight. A weekend of overwhelming orgasms and agony, all the while secure in the knowledge that the rack’s excruciatingly unbearable torment will inevitably culminate in my torturous death sometime early Monday morning.”

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