Friday, March 11, 2022, on the Resort’s ‘Vintage Lingerie Peril’ sound stage
Standing on her web show’s sound stage for the first time in over a year, Katie smiled into the cameras, “Good evening. I’m Katie, your favorite ‘Damsel in Distress,’ back from spending the last twelve months as a statue decorating the study of one of our show’s wealthier audience members. Tonight, we’re bringing you the newest installment of the web’s most infamous and long-running torture porn webcast, ‘Vintage Lingerie Peril, the Surgeon.’”
“While the most popular perils, available in the Resort’s vacation club dungeons and torture chambers, come from the dungeons of medieval dark ages, some of our other attractions have their origins in far more modern times.”
“Discovered in the archives of the cold war East German police is the story of one of East Germany’s most prolific serial killers, linked to the disappearances of over three hundred and twenty women between 1948 and 1963, the Surgeon. The Surgeon’s very existence remained a highly guarded state secret until the end of the cold war and the fall of the Berlin wall.
“An anonymous tip, in March 1963, finally led the police to the Surgeon’s secret surgical abattoir where he’d brutally murdered his victims. While the Surgeon eluded capture, the macabre contents of his abattoir were seized by the police and remained forgotten in a police warehouse until late last year, when with a few well-placed bribes, one of the Resort’s acquisition specialists acquired the artifacts.”
Pausing to gesture at the horrifying room behind me, I continued, “Thanks to meticulous notes and photographs taken by the East German police, the Resort was able to recreate the Surgeon’s diabolic surgical abattoir down to its last gruesome detail. And, thanks to the Surgeon’s high detailed journals, recovered by the police, journals documenting every fiendishly diabolic aspect of his victim’s torturous deaths, we can bring the full experience back to life for our more adventurously masochistic vacation club members.”
“Abducting his selected victim from the nighttime streets of East Berlin, he would bring her to this secret lair where he’d brutally murder her. Slowly dismembering her body while using a mixture of powerful stimulants to keep her conscious and alive throughout her agonizingly torturous ordeal.”
“Securing his victim to the torture frame you see behind me, he would gag her and rape her. Then, inserting an IV into her jugular vein, he would start administering his custom mixture of stimulants before placing tourniquets around her ankles and amputating her feet using a manual surgical saw. Pausing to rape her a second time, he’d place tourniquets just above her knees and amputate her lower legs using his surgical saw. Stopping to rape her once again, he’d place tourniquets around her upper thighs and amputate them as well.”
“With her legs removed, he’d pause to adjust the stimulant drip. Then, lowering the breast hooks, he’d insert them into the sides of her breasts.
Ensuring that the breast hooks were firmly seated in her flesh, he’d proceed to remove her hands, her forearms, and her upper arms, raping her between amputations until her limbless torso hung suspended from those cruel breast hooks.”
“Pausing once again, to adjust the stimulant flow she was receiving to ensure she’d remain conscious until the bitter end, he’d sodomize her, pounding his cock balls deep into her intestines as he anally raped her. Finally, sensing his rapidly approaching climax, he’d grab a handful of her hair, brutally pull her head back, and use his surgical saw to obscenely behead her as he reaches orgasm.”
“Of course, he wasn’t finished violating his victim’s body merely because she was dead. His journals document that he’d continue to use her body, vaginally, orally, anally, for his sexual pleasure long after she was cold before disposing of her remains in the large tank of acid he kept in the shed behind his house.”
A faint smile appeared on Katie’s lovely face, “The Surgeon should be arriving momentarily to begin tonight’s delightfully torturous demonstration. Thankfully, here at the Resort, that large tank of acid is only there to enhance the perilously scary atmosphere and is not used for disposing of the Surgeon’s victims. I hope that when the Surgeon finishes with me, they’ll find enough viable parts of my body to shorten what promises to be several long days spent in that regeneration tank.”
Sunday morning, March 13, 2022, Resort Regeneration Center 12
Katie’s stay in the regeneration tank lasted longer than she’d expected. While her head and torso proved to be viable, her arms and legs, having taken several agonizing hours to amputate fully, were not. Consulting the records of Katie’s last regeneration, the technicians regenerated her limbs from scratch.
Sunday evening, March 13, 2021, in the study of Katie’s Resort villa
Pausing to take a sip of wine, “Computer, open a new journal entry. Begin recording.”
“In retrospect, having endured the deadly intentions of the Surgeon, many of his observations profoundly made sense. Even while he was dismembering me, each time he used me sexually, I reached orgasm.”
“In his journals, he’d noted that about a third of his victims seemed to experience unusually heightened sexual pleasure at the overwhelming pain they were experiencing each time he raped them. He attributed this to the possibility of long-repressed latent masochistic tendencies brought to life by the incredible amount of pain he was forcing them to endure.”
“As for me, since it’s been almost eight years since the first time I died, screaming in agony on those wall-mounted spikes for the delight of my ‘Vintage Lingerie Peril’ audience, any of my latent masochistic tendencies have long since become anything but repressed.”
“Computer end recording and save journal entry as both video and searchable text.”