“Good evening and welcome back to the Resort Network’s newest reality show, ‘Positively Diabolic.’ I’m Claudia and tonight I’m going to experience this truly fiendish instrument of slow torturous death for your sadistic amusement with the help of one of the Resort’s most diabolically talented torturers.”

“Inspired by the torturously diabolic bondage drawing of the renowned French comic artist George Pichard (17 January 1920 – 7 June 2003), the Resort’s truly sadistic staff created this, the newest attraction to grace the Resort’s well-equipped dungeon torture chambers, the Pichard Penetrator.”

“The Penetrator is intended to be a degrading and humiliating experience as possible, something only a masochistically submissive Vacation Club member can truly appreciate, I’m fated to start out the evening on my knees, forced to orally service first my torturer and then the Penetrator’s intimidating phallic shaft, my saliva being the only lubricant allowed to grace its massive bulging tip.”

“Having orally satisfied my torturer’s sexual desires and with the bulging, saliva coated tip of the Penetrator glistening in the dim light of the torch lit dungeon, the torturer slowly cranked the winch’s handle, it’s taut chain passing through a ceiling-mounted pulley before attaching securely to the manacles locked around my wrists. The chain’s steadily increasing pressure on my wrists forcing me gradually upward onto my high heels, until I stood with the tip of the Penetrator’s obscenely oversized steel shaft poised ominously behind my naked exposed crotch.”

“Locking the winch, the torturer grasped the chain just above my wrists and pulled my arms brutally upward forcing me to bend forward at the waist as he pushed down against the small of my back forcing my legs to bend until my vulnerable exposed crotch lined up with the Penetrator’s obscenely terrifying tip. Maintaining the firm pressure against the small of my back, the torturer forced me roughly backward toward the Penetrator’s waiting tip. A sharp gasp of painful surprise escaping my lips, as I felt the cold saliva moistened tip of the Penetrator pressing firmly into my anus, the muscles of my anus stretching painfully to accommodate its inhumanly filling girth as the torturer cruelly pulled me back onto the Penetrator’s smooth conical shape tip.”

“Trembling at the chilling sensation of cold hard steel as it slipped steadily deeper into the straining depths of my rectum, painfully impaling me upon the Penetrator’s brutal tip. It felt like the muscles of my anus were about to be ripped apart just as the widest part of the Penetrator’s bulging tip pushed past my anus and slipped into my rectum, finally allowing the abused muscles of my anus to relax slightly as they tightened to grip the Penetrator’s shaft just beyond its massive bulging tip.”

“As I fought to catch my breath, the torturer cranked the winch, drawing the chain taut, pulling my wrists upward as I felt the shaft of the Penetrator slip a few inches deeper into my rectum, making it utterly impossible for me to escape the tip of the obscenely brutal shaft already buried deep within the straining depths of my rectum.”

Pausing, the torturer loosened the handle at the base of the Penetrator's long mounting arm, releasing the clamp that held the Penetrator’s torturous phallic shaft level with my horribly violated ass.

“Crying out, as I felt that cold unyielding shaft sank deeper into my rectum as the Penetrator’s unexpected weight briefly caused my knees to buckle. Then, even as I struggled to regain my composure, the torturer returned to the winch and slowly continued tightening the chain to draw my wrists steadily higher.”

“With every turn of the winch, the chain forced my wrists higher, the cold unyielding steel shaft of the Penetrator gradually slipping deeper into my rectum, until the steadily increasing pressure finally lifted the desperately stretching toes of my high heels free of the dungeon’s floor.”

Over the agonizingly painful minutes that followed, Claudia’s torturer continued to tighten the winch, the taut chain drawing my body higher off the floor and steadily deeper onto the Penetrator’s cold steel shaft with each torturous turn of the winch’s handle. The unrelenting violation of the Penetrator’s chilling shaft cruelly rearranging my guts to allow its unyielding shaft to slide upward through my colon as it slowly advanced into the depths my abdomen.

Pausing, as he sensed the steady advancement of Penetrator’s brutal shaft suddenly experiencing increased resistance, Claudia’s torturer smiled darkly as he realized the Penetrator’s massive bulging tip had finally reached the apex of Claudia’s descending colon. He knew that with another turn or two at most, of the winches crank, the Penetrator’s unyielding tip would rupture Claudia’s colon before continuing upward through her abdomen toward the underside of her diaphragm.

“I squirmed in agony as a sudden sensation of painfully unbearable pressure and nausea radiated from the depths of my abdomen. Instinctively, I realized the Penetrator’s tip had finally reached the top of my descending colon and unable to negotiate the turn was gradually stretching my colon upward into the underside of my stomach. The obscenely torturous implications of what I was about to experience were just sinking in when the torturer resumed tightening the winch.”

Watching, Claudia squirming upon the Penetrator’s cold steel shaft, the torturer continued to tighten the winch drawing Claudia’s body helplessly upward and back onto the Penetrator’s invading shaft. Her sharp high-pitched scream of unadulterated agony echoing off the dungeon’s stone walls as the Penetrator effortlessly ripped through the apex of her colon.

“The Penetrator’s chilling steel shaft continued to slip relentlessly deeper into my guts with each turn of the winch, until just as I felt the ring of spikes at the Penetrator’s base starting to dig into the checks of my ass, I noticed I was starting to have difficulty breathing.”

The sound of Claudia’s labored breathing brought an evil smile to her torturer’s face, just another turn or two of the winch to drive the ring of spikes surrounding the base of the Penetrator deeper into the firm flesh of Claudia’s buttocks, and the truly torturous part of the evening would begin. Trapped with the unrelenting pressure of the Penetrator’s tip pressing upward against the underside of her diaphragm, Claudia was quickly discovering that every shallow breath was becoming a desperately terrifying struggle to survive.

“Desperately struggling to breathe, I watched in silent horror as the torturer simply left the dungeon, walking out and leaving me alone as he closed the chamber’s heavy oak doors behind him.”

“At first, I found the whole shortness of breath and the accompanying sensation of oxygen deprived light headiness when combined with the steady dull ache radiating from the Penetrator buried deep within my guts formed the ultimate masochistic asphyxiation fantasy. However, as the hours slowly passed the truly diabolic nature of my torment gradually started to sink in. No matter how hard I struggled, the steady pressure against my diaphragm made it impossible to catch my breath. Instinctively, I knew if I lost consciousness, I’d suffocate.”

“The sun was just rising when the torturer returned, finding me alive, on his face, an unexpected look of satisfaction and pride. We shared a lingering passionate kiss, before he drew his knife and slit my throat.”

Claudia spent most of the morning within one of the Resort’s regeneration tanks, the moderate internal injuries caused by the Penetrator’s massive steel dildo, along with her fatally slashed throat, both easily repaired. She was out of Regeneration with more than enough time to shower and dress before meeting her husband for an early dinner date to celebrate their thirtieth wedding anniversary.

Later that night, as wind swept torrential rains pounded the windows outside one of the North Tower’s most exclusive and infamous Resort attractions, Claudia relaxed in the strong comforting arms of her torturer. The warmth of his skin against hers, for the moment, driving away the storm’s humid chill, as they both stared in unwavering fascination at the chamber’s sole instrument of obscenely torturous death, the diabolically fiendish Iron Maiden.

“I felt a delightful chill of ominously eager foreboding as I stared at that terrifying Iron Maiden. Since the night of our first anniversary, my always thoughtful husband has been making reservations for me to experience a slow agonizing death within the Iron Maiden. Over the years since, I’ve come to consider death within the Iron Maiden as my ultimate expression of total masochistic submission. Death within the claustrophobic spike lined confines of the Iron Maiden is never quick or easy. Within the Iron Maiden, the release of death only comes after two or three days of unrelenting painfully agonizing torture, something that over the years, I’ve eagerly come to desire, simply to satisfy my husband’s darkly sadistic amusement.”

Several days later, as she watched the sun slowly sinking toward the sea, Claudia marveled at her good fortune. Already a wealthy contract lawyer representing some of Hollywood’s best upcoming talent, she’d met the handsome man who’d become her husband, a rich French industrialist, at an embassy party in Washington D.C. in 1985. They’re torrid BDSM romance, something to make the author of 50 Shades of Gray, blush. However, it wasn’t until their honeymoon, spent at his family’s private villa on a Caribbean island destination known as the Resort that she fully came to embrace the darkest depths of her masochistic desires.

And while her true chronological age is actually sixty two, thanks to the Resort’s regeneration technology, Claudia’s spent the last thirty years, with the shapely, well-endowed body of a twenty-two-year-old swimsuit model, much to her husband's delight. Her husband, her lover, her friend, and during their anniversary stays at the Resort her creative and diabolically sadistic torturer...

“Wealth, youth, beauty and the freedom to experience all my darkest erotic fantasies, welcome to my Resort.”