Stories should be considered X rated and should not be read by minors. Age is dependent on country and municipality.
The Resort
Bed Time
Only four more blocks to go to finish tonight’s run. And with time to spare. If Mark, my fiancé ever found out that I was doing the nightly runs alone I wouldn’t hear the end of it. He would start out by quoting the latest neighborhood crime stats and end with how creepy the neighbor directly next door is. But with him out of town the next two weeks there’s no way I’m not going to do my nightly. As the old saying goes, what he doesn’t know…
He does have a few good points, though. The number of missing persons in our neighborhood was on the rise. None last year, five so far in the past mont0ph. Three guys and two gals. And that neighbor, well, he is kind of strange. That is if loving to look at boobs, butts and legs makes you strange. I didn’t think so. If you have it, flaunt it is my standing rule. And since I excel in all three areas, and I love that extra attention why not show it off. After all, that’s how I caught Mark. A small smile creeps across my face. With my Mark gone I thought I would wear a pair of my shortest and tightest running shorts along with my tiniest sports bra. This should give the neighbor something to look at. Make him happy. Horny. And make myself just a bit horny too… And who knows. I might catch something better than Mark!
Approaching my house, I see Mr. Strange sitting on the porch still reading yesterday’s paper. And he’s still on the same page. Passing I turn towards him and bend down just a bit to show a little more cleavage. Then I give him a wave and a sexy smile. “Hi Mr. Jenkins! How’s things?” He just nodes his head in response. He’s way too busy watching my bouncing boobs, my sexy ass and my long legs. My grin grows even bigger. Bouncing up the front porch stairs I give my neighbor one last flirtatious look, unlock the front door and slip inside.
A couple of minutes later my cell phone rings. Must be Mark. He’s never late, never early. Today’s talk lasts about thirty minutes, with a good ten minutes spent on me denying that I ran my nightly run. Damn those video calls. I’m sure Mark saw something yesterday, although I’m not exactly sure what. I’m wearing what I usually wear this time of night, which isn’t much. A short robe. Open. Showing just enough to make him wish that he was here. Giving me a tight squeeze.
After dinner, I decide to take a long soaking bath. After pouring myself a large glass of wine I wander towards the master bedroom. And just in case one glass isn’t enough I pick up the wine bottle from the counter. These damn glasses never hold enough. Look pretty, but they’re definitely not functional. Stopping at the bathroom door, I remember my toys. Can’t forget them. After rummaging through the top drawer of the nightstand I finally find my favorite. It’s been two days since Mark screwed me, and that’s about two days too long. The tub finally fills. I let the robe fall to the floor and test the water with my big toe. I little warmer than I usually like, but it will do. I slowly slide into the tub.
A sip of wine. Play with a nipple. Give it a twist and pull. And gently feel my clit. Another swig of wine. A little more foreplay. First the clit. Then the nipples. And then I down the rest of the wine. Good thing I brought the bottle I think to myself. A devilish smile spreads across my face. I pick up my favorite, a large dildo. I turn its vibrator on high stuffing it into my cunt with the one hand wjile the other is busy with both nipples. Pulling, squeezing, twisting…
After a few swigs from the wine bottle, tough nipple play, and adjusting the dildo I finally feel myself cumming. A fantastic tingling sensation followed by an explosion. My legs begin to twitch uncontrollably as I slide further down into the tub. And then I cum again. Finishing the last swig of wine, I cum one final time. I just lie in the tub starring at the ceiling as my body continues to tinkle. Tremble. As good as Mark is he can’t compete with my dildo.
An hour later I walk towards the bedroom window to pull the drapes closed. Totally nude, I decide to stop in front of the window and take a long look at the neighbor’s house. Adding a little action, I start playing with both nips. I wonder if Mr. Jenkins is watching. Watching – he’s probably taking pics! Just in case he is why not give him a longer show. I play with my nips a few more seconds, grab my cunt and then pull the drapes shut. Slowly. “You won’t see this every day. Hope you’re watching!” I whisper to myself. I wonder what Mark would think?
Falling into bed, I yank the sheet over my shoulders and quickly fall asleep.
The Resort
Dreams
Mark whispers in my ear “Want to be naughty?” I nod yes. Hell yes! I love being naughty. He pulls the sheet down and gently touches my clit. My body begins to shiver in anticipation. He then pulls my arms above my head while gently licking my nipples. I smile. “This isn’t being naughty” I whisper. Mark then ties both wrists to the headboard and then asks me to open wide. My mouth that is. “Now this is more like it” I whisper as he inserts the ball gag. A moment passes and then both nipples suddenly receive a hard twist. Startled, I wake up from what was becoming a very wet dream.
My first instinct is to scream! I try but the ball gag muffles my attempt to a mere whimper. The bedroom is still dark but I can make out four figures. Barely. Three male and one female? Make that five as someone else strolls into the bedroom. They begin whispering, something about a gang bang? One of my dark fantasies, but not tonight guys. I suddenly find myself temporarily blinded as someone turns on the ceiling light. When things become a little clearer I recognize the cast. The neighbor, his wife and three strangers. I sort of remember seeing them next door earlier this week. Then I noted that they aren’t the kind of people I would want to be my friends. I guess I was right. Well, it’s about time I do something other than lay here. But I soon find that struggling isn’t one of them. My wrists being tied was more than just part of my dream. Along with the ball gag.
Mr. Jenkins approaches his wife from behind. “Do you like?” as he motions towards me.
She nods her head – “Very much!”
Mr. Jenkins smiles – “How would you like her as a gift?”
“I’m no gift!” I try yelling out. Damn ball gag.
“We need to start examining the merchandise” as he starts cuffing my ankle. One of the strangers cuffs the other. And then they slowly start pulling my legs apart.
I try to resist but they’re way too strong. “Hope they don’t plan damaging the merchandise. Me! Me merchandise? Wonder what they mean by that?”
“Damn, she looks good!” Mrs. Jenkins says. Turning to one of the strangers she asks “How much do you think we’ll get for her? Hopefully a lot more than we got for the others.”
“They plan to sell me? Nah, I can’t be hearing this!!!” I find myself blaming Mark for being on one of his never-ending business trips. After all, he’s supposed to be my protector!
“Guess it depends whether they sell her as a sex toy. Sell her for body parts. Or use her as the main course at some ritzy dinner” he answers. “Mark did mention she had a rare blood type. By the way, didn’t he plan to be here?”
Mr. Jenkins nodes his head. “Yep. He said he was going to enjoy this one.”
“Mark?!?! Not my Mark!” I whisper to myself while I continue to struggle. Unfortunately for me the ropes binding my wrists show no sign of loosening. Not believing what’s happening I decide just to close my eyes in hopes that they’ll all disappear. Maybe it’s just another bad dream. I’ve been having a lot of those lately.
Someone touches my shoulder. I open my eyes to find Mrs. Jenkins standing beside me, wearing nothing but thigh high leather boots and high heels and a devilish grin. She motions to the strangers – “Wider!” she yells. “Let’s see how far we can pull those legs apart before breaking ‘em. And while they do that missy, I’m going to make use of some of your toys. Mark says you like pain. Let’s see just how much. Let’s start with those nipples.”
She starts with a pair of my nipple clamps. The ones with long, sharp teeth. She tightens them down, but not too tight.
“Don’t worry dear. I have hours to draw blood from those nips. But then again, why wait.”
She tightens down the clamp on the left nip until the pain becomes unbearable. Then smiles and tightens it down a little more. I should have never told Mark that I enjoyed pain.
“Do you like the taste of blood?” Mrs. Jenkins asks. “It has an unforgettable taste when it comes from a healthy cunt like yourself. A bit more of an irony taste. I’ll just let that clamp dig in a bit deeper and we should know. Oh – hi Mark!”
Mark walks up staring at me with this devilish grin. “Hi dear. And how are we doing tonight? Enjoying the play time?” he quietly whispers.
Trying to speak, I glance down at the ball gag.
Looking at the gag, Mark says “Sorry about that dear. We can’t have you waking up your other neighbors, now can we. I see Sarah, you know her as Mrs. Jenkins just got started. Hmm. She’s hardly drawn blood. I’m sure that will change.” Pausing a few seconds as he looks me over like a piece of meat, he continues. ‘So. I hear you’ve been a bad cunt. The run. The window. It wouldn’t be so bad if I was here to admire that bod of yours. But no!’ He glances at Sarah. ‘So my cunt, just to let you know what’s going on, we’re going on that trip I’ve been promising you. There’s so many things I’ve been wanting to do to you. Things I really can’t do here. So, it should be fun. But admittedly, I’ll probably enjoy this trip more than you.”
Sarah tightens down the left nipple clamp just a bit more. Damn!!! I’m beginning to hate that bitch!!!
Mark continues. “We’re going to that new resort I started. Well, it’s really both a resort and a store of sorts. That standard resort look for those who drop by. Several dungeons for those who like to give and receive torture. And a store for those who want to get the hard to find. A sextoy. Guy or gal. Body parts for those not willing to wait on the donner list. And as far as the leftovers go, they’re served as a main course or an appetizer during our monthly gala which just so happens to be this weekend.”
Looking around the room Mark continues – “Dear, I guess you should consider this your last night at home.”
Suddenly the left nipple clamp is released. A tongue gently glides over the tip. And then a smacking sound followed by a brief proclamation from Sarah “The best damn blood I’ve ever tasted!”
“Why don’t you open that wide for me?” Mark says laughingly while gently stroking my inner thighs. My body shivers with just the thought of him touching me!
Mark rambles on. “I think we’ll finish your examination at the resort. Sunrise is just around the corner. Sarah, you are coming with us, aren’t you? Should be fun playing with my once bride to be.”
Sarah smiles.
While Sarah continues playing with my nips, the strangers bring what appears to be my doppelganger. A twin if I had one. She had the same height. Build. And weight. The only difference – she’s dead, I’m not. At least not yet. Oh, and her breast are just a bit smaller. They place her face down on the floor, as though she fell while going to the window.
Mr. Jenkins gives me a wicked smile. “We’ll need to explain your permanent absence. A good house fire should do the trick. The official report – you were first overcome by smoke and then slowly burned to death. There wasn’t much left of your body, just enough to verify it was you in the fire. Of course, Mark will help with the identification. Who’s going to question the grieving fiancé as he blames himself for not replacing that defective hot water heater? Oh, and did I mention your dental records have been updated?”
The Resort
The Van
Mark smirks and asks “So, just how would you like to travel to the resort? We could drug you with a heavy sedative, but I wouldn’t recommend it. I’ve been told you wake up with one hell of a headache. And you would also miss out on all the fun we would have with your body. One time Sarah cut off a gal’s nipple. Unfortunate thing woke up with one hell of a headache and a very sore breast.”
I shake my head no. I like my nips!
“How about going out with the luggage. We could fold you into one of your new suitcases and carry you out the front door. But you would be stiff and sore after the long trip. And there wouldn’t be any playtime. No need answering.”
“We could ship you in a metal box. It sort of looks like a coffin. You would be bound of course. Oh, and we could pack your cunt with a large vibrator or lots of ice. Personally, I would go with the vibrator. The trip does take four hours. Just unless we ship you using UPS. Then it could take a couple of days. So dear, just how many times do you think you can you cum?”
I find myself dwelling on it for a few seconds. Being screwed for four hours straight could be fun. But after thinking it through you shake your head no.
“Or you could ride with us in the back of the van. If you promise to be good. You will be just slightly drugged. Conscious the whole time and you will be able to feel absolutely everything. Of course, you won’t able to do anything except enjoy the experiences. It would give you a chance to know Sarah a bit more. And her you. Don’t worry, the cutting will be minimal. I promise. And you will be absolutely naked. Your favorite state.”
As if reading my mind Mark adds “Don’t worry, there aren’t any windows. No opportunities for you to show off”
I was beginning to wish I could go back and opt for the metal box. I would love being screwed for hours. I shake my head yes.
Untying may ankles and then my wrists, two of the strangers stand me up beside the bed. One hands me one of my shortest robes. It barely covers my ass. After putting it on they start guiding me to the back door. Seeing my only chance to escape I quickly turn and run down the hall towards the front. That works for about twenty feet before Sarah hits me with a taser. On my exposed ass.
Pissed the two strangers drag me by both wrists to the waiting van. It turns out to be one of those basic utility vans No distinguishing marks, just bigger than most. As they drag me into the back I begin to see some major differences. The cargo portion has an aluminum table in the middle. About 6 feet long. Surrounding the table are five captain chairs and several cabinets. And a lot of indirect lighting from above.
As they tie me down on the table my favorite bitch, Sarah magically appears. ‘Time to get you comfy for your long trip my cunt. Lie down with your feet pointing towards the back. Nips pointing to the ceiling.’
As I lie down I begin to realize how cold the table is. Thank god they didn’t take the robe. Even though it’s small, it’s better than having nothing on. Then again…
Sarah faces me with one of her grins. “Remember what Mark said, dear? That you will be absolutely naked for the trip? That means no robe.”
Sitting up, I tear off the robe and throw it towards Sarah. Probably shouldn’t have done that, I paid a lot for that robe.
“Temper, temper my cunt. Definitely not the best way to start a long-term relationship.” Sarah chirps.
She pushes something at the bottom corner of the table. Four cuffs appear along the table edge. Two above my head. And two at my feet.
“Can’t have you rolling off, now can we. Please lie back down dear.” Sarah pulls my wrists into the cuffs above my head and closes them.
“This will spread your legs just a bit. If you find yourself comfortable please let me know. We can’t have that, now can we.” Sarah pulls my ankles into the other set of cuffs and locks them in place.
“Now to spread them sexy legs just a bit more.” Sarah smiles. Spread them it did, but not just a little. I was beginning to feel like a wish bone. An unlucky one at that.
Then she turns around with a large syringe containing what appears to be a yellowish tinged liquid.
“Well dear” she starts, “Where would you like to have it? In the ass or in the arm?”
Before I have a chance answer she thrusts the long needle deep into my left breast. “Sorry dear. I forgot all about that attempted escape. I hope this proves to be the most painful shot you ever had. That boob will be sore for days. But don’t worry, the drug still has the same effect.”
Within minutes I find myself unable to speak. I can move my eyes, but nothing else is willing to budge. And the nerve stimulant is also starting to take effect. My skin tingles with just the slightest movement of air. As if knowing this, Sarah starts to gently blow across my nips. I guess there’s always some good to be found in any situation.
Mark enters the van and sits on one side of me with Sarah on the other. I finding myself becoming just a bit jealous of Sarah. Her body is perfect. She must run at least six miles before working on the weights. Her breasts are nice and firm and probably at least a cup bigger than mine. And her chestnut hair reaches down to about mid-thigh framing that beautiful face. And other body parts.
She obviously had second thoughts clothing wise. Those black leather boots still remained, they’re still reaching up to her nether regions. A black leather mini skirt now covers the top of the boots. Well, almost. And a very tight black leather corset now covers those tits. A tightly bound package. I find myself wanting to play with her…
As the van pulls out of the driveway Mark turns tourist agent and gives me the lowdown on the resort. It turns out to be in most cases, a typical resort. The one big difference – you can sell your spouse. Or, the resort can decide to keep both of you. There is one basic rule – no kids. It complicates things.
The resort has over a hundred large suites. Several indoor and outdoor swimming pools. A spa, a large gym, tennis courts, two large golf courses and riding trails to go with the resort’s horses. Added to that are over ten clothing and jewelry stores and five restaurants.
And then there are the extras. Four fully equipped torture chambers. If it doesn’t have the device you want the resorts carpentry department will be more than happy to make it for you. Rule of thumb, there are no rules. If you want to torture your better half to death, feel free. Just take your time and enjoy it. There are weekly and even monthly rates.
There is a fully stocked pharmacy with all the narcotics you could ever want. Need crack, they have it. Need sedatives or neural toxins the have those, too.
And there is a kitchen designed to handle those human sized portions. If you’re one of the unfortunate ones to be part of the dinner, they have large spits, ovens, and meat grinders to accommodate your cooking.
The resort is in the middle of nowhere. Thinking of leaving on foot, think again. Looking for cell phone coverage, you won’t find it there. And hidden by the woods is a fifteen-foot electric fence. Not strong enough to kill you but strong enough to leave you unconscious.
The Resort
The Trip
A few minutes later the van is heading down the interstate, I’m just not sure which direction. Mark’s cell phone rings. After a brief conversation Mark leans towards me with a smile “My dear, you’re now officially dead. The fire should consume most of the house within the next fifteen minutes. The explosion took more of the house than we originally planned. Unfortunately, it did damage the Jenkins’ home. Mr. Jenkins isn’t too happy about that.”
“Right!” I think. “Would it be asking too much if it took 0 rout the Jenkins house instead of just damaging it!”
As Sarah plays with my cunt as she starts going down her list of things to do. “First things first dear. You need to be chipped. This will help us keep track of those beautiful tits while you’re on the resort. It will be placed it in your left inner ear. You’ll just feel a brief sting.” Then she smiles “Now don’t move!”
Don’t move? I’ve been trying to move for the last fifteen minutes. Has it been 15 minutes? Between the cuffs and the drugs, it’s been a hopeless cause.
Sarah’s didn’t lie. It did sting. But just briefly.
Mark jumps in. “We’re not going to lock you up, well, as long as you’re good. The resort is the middle of nowhere and is surrounded by a security fence, so it’s unlike you’ll be going anywhere on your own. You’ll have a schedule which you’re expected to keep. And if you don’t you will be punished. It could be anything from a whipping to the removal of a finger, or Sarah’s favorite, the removal of a nipple.”
Sarah shows that wicked smile.
Mark continues. “We are going to run you through a barrage of tests to see what we’re going to offer you as. We’ll determine your pain threshold, which we both know is high. That could put you in the running as a BDSM slave. Your sexual stamina, how many sex partners can you please over a twenty-four-hour period will determine if your sex slave material. And your ability to listen and do exactly what you’re told, a problem you’ve had at times have will determine if you would make a good general slave…”
My mind is going in circles. Is this really happening? This must be one of his wicked jokes. A lot more bizarre than most, but I can definitely see him doing this. Then again, he hasn’t been overly happy with me as of late, but to sell me to a stranger?
“…of course, physical beauty is considered for each of the above. And even though you’re only an eight…”
“Only an eight!!!!” I scream to myself. “You wouldn’t even touch anything less than a nine!”
“…you should go far.”
Sarah breaks in. “You’re nice any juicy down there. Taste good too.” She leans over and puts three of her fingers in my mouth. “Give yourself a taste dear. Now don’t bite.” She gives a wicked laugh.
Of course, I try to bite down hard on that cunt’s fingers. But the mouth doesn’t respond. And she is right, I do taste good. I already knew that, of course.
“I think I’m going to play down here just a little more. How does it feel?”
I never in my life thought something could feel too damn good. But I now know that I was definitely wrong. Every time she touches me it drives me out of my freaking mind. “God. I want her to stop, but then… “ I say to myself.
Sarah smiles and continues. “We’re going to measure the size of tool you can handle. Men usually exaggerate saying their meat is eighteen inches long and four inches wide. Just in case they’re right we’ll see if you can handle it. All three holes will be tested for sexual stamina and general strength. You might be used as a piece of furniture one day and, let’s say a floor lamp. Your asshole might need to hold the reading lamp. Would hate to see that reading lamp come crashing down on top of your master.”
As Sarah slowly makes her way to my nipples, she adds “You would make a beautiful floor lamp.” Her tongue then slowly travels back down to my clit.
Mark adds, “We have no idea what you will be used for, except that you will be used. And abused. Not only by your masters, but by your fellow slaves. Sarah runs a competition about twice a month where slaves in good standing challenge each other. The winner might get his or her choice of future master. Or, might get the chance to live for another day. Challenges can and usually do include use of tools found in our dungeon. They range from the rack, the Iron Maiden, the Judas Cradle and the Scavengers Daughter just to name a few. All which can be deadly.”
Sarah’s smiling face then appears above my cunt, her long tongue still licking… “It’s my understanding that you wanted my husband to rape you. So, what better time than now. You have nothing better to do for the next three hours, now do you, you cunt. Didn’t think so.” Sarah breaks out in an evil laugh as her husband silently appears.
I guess my exhibition gave them the wrong impression. Raped!
The Resort
The Rape
If it were just a rape, that would be one thing. However, this van is a dungeon in its own right. The table I find myself attached to is really a rack. Completely automated. After pushing a couple of buttons Sarah could sit back and enjoy the show as my arms and legs would be slowly ripped off. There’s a hanging area on the passenger side where a slave could be stored using just an ass hook with a very large steel ball on its end. You would have to hope that there wouldn’t be many, if any bumps in the road. I must admit, I wouldn’t mind trying that for a few minutes. Now, if you’ve been a really bad slave, there are three guillotines in the van can Sarah can play with. One to remove your head. One to remove your tits. And one to lop off your cock. Something I don’t have to worry about.
Beside the guillotines sits a cabinet of various needles, clamps, and other small tools guaranteed to give pain. Blades of assorted sizes to make small incisions. To cut off a nipple or two. Or to skin you alive. Of course, there’s a few of the simpler tools. Pliers which can be used to crush various body parts. Candles. Not the dripless kind. And tin snips that can be used to do some trimming here and there. This is where Mr. Jenkins makes his first stop. He brings up a couple of nipple clamps with very sharp teeth and a violet wand.
With a lustful smile, he whispers in my ear “I really loved that running outfit today. It had ass. It had nipps. And it even had a pair of camel toes.” His middle finger gently runs down your lips. I wish I could tell him how happy I was that he enjoyed it. It was all for him. Something I’ll probably regret.
As he tightens down the nipple clamps he turns to Sarah “Let’s make this more interesting. Sarah dear. Do you have any more of that nerve stimulator?”
“You know I do” she says with an evil laugh. “Question is, where do you want me to stick her. In the cunt?” She looks down at me with a big smile.
“I could shoot up the other tit.” She gives it a hard squeeze.
“Or I could do both. You have nothing to say you bitch? There are times when silence isn’t golden.” She looks down at my naked body with a look of lust as her index finger gently traces my left arm. Then across the top of the left nipple. Jumps down and strokes my cunt. And then goes slowly down the inner thigh.
“Is this driving you insane? Just too much of a good thing?” She suddenly sticks her fist in my cunt and slowly pumps it back and forth. Pulling it out she walks up and places her fingers in my mouth. “Thought you might want another taste. You liked it before.”
“I usually don’t do this, but you are special” Sarah continues. “How about a shot in both nipples and two in the cunt, one for each lip. That should give you the ultimate high. You’ll be sooo wet.” She walks away laughing returning with four syringes and one lit candle.
‘You’ve felt pleasure. Euphoric ecstasy. But have you felt pain?’ She jabs two of the needles into my nipples.
Enduring the pain – “if that bitch doesn’t think that’s pain, she’s crazy. And I’m in trouble.”
She then sticks both sides of my cunt, quickly packing it with ice afterwards.
“Cold below. Heat above.” as she drips wax on my right nipple. After a few minutes she drips wax on my other nipple while her husband quietly unpacks the ice and then thrusts his meat deep inside me.
“Damn! This must be the twenty-inch test!” I find myself thinking.
Each trust is deeper until he finally cums. “You’re a good fuck! Sarah was right. I’ll need to do that again!” Mr. Jenkins exclaims. He snaps a fucking machine in place on the table and turns it on. “Need to keep you wet, don’t we!” As he adjusts the length of the stroke.
“If it goes too deep let me know. I’ll be more than happy to make the stroke longer!” He disappears towards the front of the van.
Another of my dark fantasies answered! I feel it pounding in my cunt. It feels warm and admittedly good. No, not good. Great! I cum and cum again. Above Sarah is teasing my nipples with the violet wand. As I begin to wish this last for hours there is a prick in the upper thigh. And I quickly pass out.
The Resort
Third Floor
Slowly waking up, I find my brain trying to figure out what day it is. Is it Saturday? And where am I. Did last night really happen? Or was it all a nightmare?
Too much to think about without a cup of coffee! One thing is for sure – I’m obviously not at home. Pulling off the silky sheets, I slowly sit up in bed. “Hmmm. As naked as I remember” I whisper to myself with a big grin. The bed is a large four post bed, probably a king. It takes up the one corner of a very large and beautiful suite. The wall in front of me is floor to ceiling glass providing an unbelievable view of a lake and snowcapped mountains. A large Jacuzzi tub is in the middle of the room, its jets vigorously swirling the water in all directions. In the other corner is a sitting area, a small kitchen and a huge television. A slight smile comes across my face as I realize this is one of Marks cruel jokes!
Standing up, I start walking down the hallway by the bed. Even though I love being naked, it probably would be prudent to find something, anything to wear. Then again, maybe this is my opportunity to walk through a resort lobby wearing just heels? I wonder what Mark would say. To the right I find a huge bathroom with yet another Jacuzzi tub, a walk-in shower and a huge vanity. Like the main room it also has a fantastic view of the mountains. Opening the door at the end of the bathroom and I find myself in a huge closet full of clothes. Evening gowns. Sportswear. And a lot of black leather. Corsets, skirts, shorts, boots… All my size!
“Mark and his jokes”
Finding a black silk robe, I slip it on. Nice and short, just covering my ass. Such a sexy ass. Glancing in the mirror, I realize my nips had become hard. They’re definitely past the 0perky stage. Their silhouette was clearly showing through the silky material. Exiting the bathroom, I head towards the door at the mend of the hall. Unfortunately, I find the door locked. “Strange. An adjoining room?” I shrug my shoulders, and turn around to walk back towards the main room.
The Resort
What to Wear
Walking towards the kitchenette I pass what appears to be a wine cellar. Entering the small refrigerated room, I find myself looking over the vast wine selection. There’s about two hundred bottles of reds, whites, and blushes. Wondering around I finally find something appropriate. The coffee is just going to have to wait. I pick up the bottle of bubbly and pop the cork. Looking at the label I realize that I just open a $2,000 bottle of Champaign. A bottle of Engraved Krug Brut David Sugar. And people say I don’t have taste.
“Don’t think I’ll need that damn glass!” I take a good swig while walking towards the Jacuzzi. Letting the resort’s robe drop to the floor I slide into the warm bubbling water with my cool bottle of bubbling wine. After turning on the television for some noise I quickly consume the bottle’s contents and find myself drifting to sleep…
“Damn it you cunt! Do you really want to piss Mark off the first night? Really?” I find Sarah standing above, glaring down at me. If looks could kill! She’s still wearing the same clothes from last night’s nightmare. Black boots. Black mini skirt. And black corset. One thing that is missing, panties.
She yanks my left arm and angrily starts pulling me out of the tub and onto the floor. Giving my side a quick kick she yells “Now get dressed!!!” She points to the bathroom.
“Damn it bitch! That’s no way to treat a guest!” I yell back.
Sarah stops dead in her tracks, looks down at me and starts laughing hysterically. “A guest? Oh, that’s a good one. Wait until I tell Mark! Your dumb cunt thinks that she’s a guest! Damn, that’s a good one!”
Obviously, I’m missing the joke. Or I’m it. I drag myself to my feet and work my way to the bathroom.
As Sarah heads toward the couch she adds “Mark wants you to wear something fitting for the occasion. A corset, mini skirt and thigh highs would probably do the trick. Something a guest would wear” she laughs. “He’ll be up in about one hour.”
I finally make it to the bed, stumbling most of the way. After leaning against the bed post for a few seconds I take aim for the bathroom and push off. After entering the bathroom, I drop to the floor and drag myself into the walk-in closet. Turning on the light I begin to wonder, “What is the occasion? Does it require something dressy, like a low-cut gown? Or something more fitting, like just a pair of heels?” After thinking it over I decide to have some fun, the whole time wondering if this place has a dress code. Now I’m the one laughing hysterically.
It only takes me a few minutes to find what I’m looking for. A tight cup less corset with a lot of belts. In black leather, of course. And a very small black leather panty. Exposed on top and exposed on bottom. Couldn’t be more perfect.
Just need to add a pair of tight black leather thigh thigh-high boots, and find the finishing touch. Something for the nips. By the wall I found the first half, a black leather dog collar with spikes and a nice sized ring for a leash. Or other chains. The second half I find in the cabinet below the collars. Two shiny silver nipple clamps. Each with its own chain to attach to the collar and a hook to hang some weights. And some wicked teeth! After tightening both clamps I attach the chains to the ring. Now for the true test. I give the chains a good yank, the clamps stay on. A few more adjustments and it’s time for some weights. About four ounces to each clamp.
“They go well with my tanned skin and blonde hair if I don’t say so myself. “Glancing in the mirror one final time I find myself adding… “Hope Mark likes.”
Making another trip to the wine cellar I get another bottle of wine and then plop down on one of the seats facing the window. “All of the chairs would have to be leather” I whisper. “My damn butt is sticking to this damn chair!”
About thirty minutes later Mark arrives. Walking in front of you he motions for me to stand up. Damn asshole! Giving him a disgusted look, I decide to comply.
“So my dear. We dressed a bit on the casual side I see.” Mark states. “We have a couple of casual restaurants here. What are you in the mood to eat?”
Staring at him I reply… “Dick my dear Mark. Dick!”
“No problem” he smiles. “Just need to make a minor adjustment here. Your outfit needs a bit of color. Red should do” as he tightens both nip clamps, giving the chains a quick yank afterwards.
The Resort
The Club
Mark, wearing a smart looking sports coat and slacks, takes my hand and gently guides me to the suite entrance. Once in the hallway it’s a short walk to a nearby elevator. Pushing the up button, the elevator doors spring to life. Being the gentleman he is, Mark allows me to enter first. Typical Mark. He just wants to stare at my ass. Walking in I find myself staring at, well, myself. The walls, ceiling and floor of the elevator are mirrors. Glancing at the floor I note that the panty might be just a bit too small. And the walls show the slight flow of blood starting to travel down my tits. If it’s red he wants, its red he’s going to get. As he presses the button for the seventh floor, he whispers “I hope you like the private club. It has fantastic food. And no dress code.” He smiles. While playing with the weights on the clamps he continues “Please don’t test me again. It will just make your stay here more painful.” Taking a handkerchief from is pocket, he wipes the blood from my breasts.
The doors open on the seventh floor, and I find myself staring at Sarah. “Damn, doesn’t that bitch have anything else to do?” I ask no one in particular. She nods in the direction of Mark, and then hands me some clothes. A black jacket and matching mini skirt. “Mark thought you would prefer looking like one of the guests and not part of the show” she smirks. After slipping the garments on Mark leads me to the club entrance while Sarah disappears in the elevator.
Entering, my first thoughts are – it’s a normal restaurant. That is until I see one of the hostesses. A blonde with waist length hair, huge breasts wearing only a black G-string, a dog collar with spikes, and a pair of black 8-inch heels. “Mister Smith, is there anything I can do for you tonight” she purrs.
Mark smiles. “Nothing right now Nancy. I’m just showing my ex-fiancé around before having a bite of dinner. You did place my dinner order?”
“Yes, Mister Smith. It should be ready in about forty minutes. Let me know if I can do anything for, or to you.” Nancy smiles and walks away.
I wonder what she meant by that.
Looking around I notice that all the staff are all butt naked. “So, it’s a strip club.” Then I see the buffet towards the middle of the club. To my horror I see a female form that appears to be cooking! Roasting over an open fire! Looking closer, I notice that the spit enters through her cunt and comes out of her mouth. “Damn, I wouldn’t think that was possible!” Her legs are bound to one end of the spit. Her wrists are tied behind her back. Her body is slowly turning over a low flame while guests are anxiously waiting in line for their main course.
“Mark, I’m not seeing this, am I?” For the first time I begin to tremble.
“See what my dear? The roast?” Mark asks.
“Yes. The fucking roast! That isn’t a, a woman being cooked, is it?” Fear has set in.
Mark smiles. “Would you believe me if I told you this was her choice? It was either being cooked alive or suffering through a very long, painful death. She opted to being cooked. You’ll get to taste her in a little bit. I asked Nancy earlier to save us some breast and thigh meat.”
I look at Mark with fear changing to horror. “There is no way I’m going to eat any of that meat! No way in hell!”
Mark just smiles. “You’ll eat it and enjoy. Or. It can be arranged where you will be tomorrow’s main course. Always wondered how you would taste.” He pulls me closer and whispers in my ear. “It’s really not that bad. You’re placed on a machine that automatically prepares you. We used several of Dolcett’s drawings as an example. You first kneel down on the machine. As your wrists are tied behind your back, your legs are pulled wide open with the ankles cuffed to the machine. You’re then asked to bend over as a collar goes around your neck to position your head. After you’re comfy you get a shot in both breasts, a meat tenderizer of sorts. You will also get a shot in your hip. Paralysis sets in in about two minutes. Can’t have you squirming, now can we.”
I try to break free, but Mark tightens his grip on my wrists and pulls me closer. He continues “The spit slowly moves towards your cunt. As it enters, you get an additional shot in the other hip. It ensures that you remain conscious during the whole ordeal. Including most of the cooking.”
Staring in his eyes, I can’t believe what he’s telling me. Has he gone mad? But then I begin to realize that it’s turning me on. If he’s insane, what does that make me? My nips are hard. And I’m getting extremely wet. So, how does it really feel to be cooked I wonder!
Mark smiles. “The machine then guts you. Slits you open from your tits to almost your cunt allowing gravity to do the rest. The intestines just drop out into a tray below. Once they are cut at both ends a tube slips down your throat and one up your ass. Warm water washes out the open cavity. After a good cleaning, you’re stitched up and ready to be stuffed. The stuffing is pumped down the same tubes and continues until you’re nice and plump. Then the one tube is removed from your throat to make room for the spit. Slowly turning, it makes its way through your body, missing most of the important organs like the lungs and heart. It’s heated to cauterize any bleeding that might occur, don’t want you to bleed out. It also lets us cook you inside out while being roasted on the spit. Once it reaches your throat the machine positions your head to allow the spit to exit your mouth. Then you’re already to be cooked. Slowly, of course. To make sure you don’t burn. To allow for proper basting. And to prolong your experience.” He smiles as he squeezes my hands.
Staring into my face he asks “So. Do you want to be cooked dear? Or are you going to enjoy tonight’s dinner?”
I reluctantly nod my head.
“You want to be cooked? Great!” Mark says with a smile.
Violently shaking my head no, I whisper in Mark’s ear, “I’ll enjoy my dinner.”
Mark lets me go. “So, take a look at the buffet. See what else you would like to eat tonight. I’ll be right here in case you have any questions.”
“Questions? Questions? Do I have questions” I say to myself. “Hell. What did I do, what did she do to deserve this?” But a part of me still wonders what it feels like, not saying that I want to be cooked!
Wondering around the buffet, most of the offerings looked normal. Salad. Desserts. Drinks. Then I hit the coffee station where things weren’t quite the norm. Want cream? You get it fresh from a human cow. Several cows were strapped to milking machines. A guest just had to push a button and the machine sucks milk from their breast into your coffee. What was strange is the cows seemed to smile when a guest pushed their button. Some jobs do have benefits, I guess. Smiling, I continue my tour.
The sushi tables were also different. Two had females laying on their back with their ankles and wrists strapped to the table. Cuts of raw fish were placed on their body, chest to toe. Cuts of beef or ham were placed on top of their nips. And their cleavage was filled with brown rice. With a smile they answered questions from the quests on what kind of fish could be found where. And when accidentally jabbed by a fork or cut with a knife they didn’t even wince.
There was also a male sushi table. Like the females his body was completely covered with raw fish. And then there was the additional plate. It was being held up by his dick. His dick appeared to be wrapped with several layers of cheese. A shaft on the bottom of the metal plate was stuck into his erect meat. While the plate was small, I found myself staring at it for minutes wondering how this could be possible. One thing I did notice, while he didn’t frown he also didn’t seem very happy when more goodies where added to that plate. Not the ecstasy felt by the cows.
Wondering around, I stumble into the smoking room towards the back. There I find females on all fours serving both as end tables and foot stools. For those who wanted a different kind of dessert, there were both males and females positioned to serve. They were bound to x-crosses, with legs spread and cunts or dicks easily accessible.
And in the corner I see my first candle holder. A female is bound upside down to an x-cross. In her cunt is a very large, lit candle. Its molten wax has already traveled to her belly button, the nearby skin is puffy and a deep red. Later Sarah tells me that this is one of the many punishments dealt out to those who fail to obey. One of the less severe ones she adds.
“There you are! I thought I lost you!” Mark quickly walks to my side. “But since you’ve been chipped, that’s impossible, now isn’t it.” He shows me his phone. It displays the basic layout of the club with a blinking dot in the smoking room. With your name beside it. “Just thought I’d show you that there’s absolutely no place to hide, my dear.”
“Good to know” I say sarcastically followed by a sigh.
Ignoring me, Mark continues. “We have a few minutes before dinner’s ready. Let’s have some fun. See that guy on the end? I want you to give him some deep throat action. Suck the guy dry until he hurts.”
Hesitating, I look at Mark and whisper “Really?”
Shaking his head, he answers “This isn’t a request. This is an order. Just unless you would like to be roasted tomorrow. That still can be arranged.”
Wondering how long he’s going to keep bringing that up, I realize that I really don’t have a choice. I get down on my knees and start sucking that guys cock. First licking the head. And then his shaft. Well, unfortunately this doesn’t please Mark. After a few seconds of the licking action Mark grabs me by the hair and pushes my head forward. “Deep throat action my dear. I shouldn’t see any of his meat. Understand?” He moves my head back and forth a few times and then let’s go.
“He would pick the guy with the biggest shaft” I find myself whispering to myself. As I continue giving him a mouth fuck I begin to feel some action below. Someone is taking off my panties! I slow down to look.
“Don’t stop my dear” Mark insists. “I’ve asked Nancy to provide you with some incentive. Something you should like”
Nancy then rips off my panties and then lies down on the floor, positioning her head between my legs. Her tongue begins exploring my cunt, lightly touching the lips at first. Her fingers then start their own exploration, going deep inside me. In and out. First two fingers. Then three. I feel myself getting wetter. And hornier! Unfortunately I lose concentration on my job at hand as she continues to finger fuck me. Mark hasn’t though. Once again he lodges a stern protest that I’m slowing down as he grabs my hair and pushes my head forward against the man’s groin. He continues the pumping action for about four strokes. That’s about when we both explode. The stranger in my mouth and me on poor Nancy’s face. As I gag on the large load in my mouth the rest of my body is enjoying my own organism. My body feels tingly all over. Legs shaking. Damn, probably the best finger fuck I ever had.
Trying to catch my breath, I pull the man’s rod out of my mouth. That’s when I realize that Nancy is still deep inside bringing me to yet another climax. As I explode with cum gushing to the floor I hear a voice from below – “Hey girl. Are you trying to drown me down here?” It’s Nancy.
I smile back and nod yes.
As if cuming twice isn’t enough, Mark has another chore for me. Damn guy likes to see me getting off, just not sure why. He informs me that I need to mount the next fellow in line. I look up and see that it’s Mr. Jenkins. Strapped down like everyone else, his cock was standing erect just waiting for me to swallow it up.
Surprised, I look at Mark. “Mark, that’s Mr. Jenkins! What is he doing here? There must be a mistake!”
Helping me up, Mark gives me the short version of an apparently long story. “Sarah really hasn’t been happy with him over the last couple of months. And when he had so much fun screwing you the other night, she decided that she just had enough. Should I mention that Sarah and I have become fuckin’ buddies?”
Well, that explains a lot. I wondered why Mark appeared to have lost some of his interest in me as of late. Damn bitch!
Mark continues to ramble… “So. Since she wasn’t happy with him, she decided to home in on some of her skills. Using him as the subject of course. And what better place to do that than here! My guess – the poor guy doesn’t have much longer to live. But that’s up to Sarah! Anyways, she asked me if you would give him one last fuck. I said yes. How could I refuse that gal.”
Mark points to a horizontal bar above Mr. Jenkins – “Just hold on to that and give Mr. Jenkins the fuck of his life!”
Nancy suddenly appears between me and Mr. Jenkins. “Need to oil him up! Don’t need anything to happen to that cunt of yours.”
Damn, I’m already so wet the oil really isn’t needed. But who am I to say.
Nancy squeezes out a generous portion of lube on top of Mr. Jenkins rod and starts giving him a vigorous hand job. Maybe I won’t have to fuck him after all. His rod grows harder and longer. And just when I thought he was going to cum all over me, Nancy stops. “Your turn, dear” as she points to Mr. Jenkins.
I grasp the bar above, pull myself up just enough to clear his meat and slowly lower myself down. As I expected, Nancy guides his staff deep inside me. Then grabbing my ass, she helps me fuck poor Mr. Jenkins for the next several minutes. Thanks to her hand job, I’m done in record time with cum running down my legs. Both his cum and mine.
After dismounting him, Nancy grabs my one hand and drags me to the nearest lady’s room. “We need to hurry and get you cleaned up before dinner!” she explains.
This isn’t any ordinary bath room. It has two showers, a tub, and a massage table along with all the standard stuff. Sinks, commodes, couches. Nancy drags me to one of the showers and takes off my boots. “I’ll clean these up while you wash your legs and cunt.” As she points to a nozzle that’s pointing towards the ceiling, she adds “Just put that in your cunt and press this button here. It will give it a thorough washing. And keep the rest of you dry!” She laughs and goes to one of the nearby benches to work on the boots.
Well, a normal shower this isn’t. It has at least twenty shower heads sticking out the wall. You can get a full body shower. Just wash off your tits. Clean up those legs. Or clean out a cunt. I decide my cunt’s needs are on top of the list. So, I walk over to the wall and slowly let my cunt swallow that gleaming shower head. Pressing the button, I find myself wishing I had one of these at home. It may wash out the cunt, but it does it while fucking you with an unreal water massage.
After a few minutes of the cunt wash, I turn on the lower heads to wash off my legs. And then like magic, Nancy show’s up with both a towel and a pair of clean boots. And a new black panty. Why couldn’t Sarah be more like Nancy?
The Resort
Dinner Time
After showing me to our table, Nancy went to find the waiter. But not before asking Mark if he needed anything, and then giving his balls a gentle squeeze. Sitting here, I was beginning to wonder what I ever saw in Mark. Money, I guess. My past future beloved is sitting across from me playing with his smartphone while sipping on a large martini. Stirred, not shaken.
“Damn it Mark! What happened to us?” I asked, half knowing the answer. No response.
I give him a swift kick. Leather boots don’t only look good, they can serve other purposes. His head raises, and starring in my eyes curtly says “I heard you, my dear cunt. I just thought you would have figured it out by now. There never was an us. Just a you and a me.” His focus returns to his phone and drink.
Determined to continue the conversation, I ask “Then why the ring? Why the future plans?”
Eyes never leaving his phone he answers with a hint of disgust. “I needed a plaything. Someone I could count on being there when needed. Someone who loved experimenting with sex. Someone who was at least adequate when it came to sex. That was you. The ring? As I said, I needed someone who would be there when needed. That ring guaranteed that.”
The waiter is now at our table with our plates, interrupting what was beginning to be a heated conversation. Against most customs, he quietly places Mark’s plate in front of him. The main course seemed to be a cut of beef done medium rare. It was surrounded by fried asparagus and vegetable melody. I must admit, it looks good.
Then came my plate. I find myself staring at what appears to be a slice of someone’s tit. A slice where the nipple, still perky, is smack dead center. I think I’m going to be sick…
The Resort
The Lesson
“Good morning my cunt!” It’s Sarah wearing a huge smile and not much else! There must be some way I can lock her out of this suite. I turn over trying my best to ignore her. But to no avail.
“I said good morning you bitch!” I open my eyes and once again see Sarah. Her smile has diminished somewhat. She must be expecting me to say something back, so to accommodate her I reply, “Good morning to you, you bitch! Can’t anyone get any sleep here?”
She laughs. “It’s after seven o’clock, and I have things to do to you! You can sleep later. Just crawl out of that bed and follow me. And don’t worry about getting dressed. I love seeing you naked!”
After taking a long look at my alarm clock, I shake my head no and turn over to my other side. Suddenly I hear the crack of a whip as she plants a good strike against my back. Damn it! I jump out of bed and start going after her. She just stands there shaking her head – “Not a smart move. I can forget it this time. Just don’t let it happen again. Okay cunt?”
Again, I figure that I really have no choice. At least, not now. I nod – “So, where are we going this beautiful morning?”
Sarah’s smile turns into an evil grin – “Just follow me.”
We walk down the hallway, past the bathroom towards the locked door. But this morning, it isn’t locked. She opens the door and motions me to step inside. I walk in and find myself staring at a large, modern torture chamber. One already occupied by Mr. Jenkins.
Sarah follows behind and starts spouting out details. “You’re fortunate to be in a suite that has its very own torture chamber. As you can see, it has about everything you would want. Racks, the wheel, a Spanish Donkey or two, Judas Chair, an Iron Maiden, several Guillotines. You name it, we have it here. So, what do you think?”
“Well, it looks just great!” if I don’t have to spend much time here. Then with a puzzled look I add, “What’s your husband doing here?”
“Oh, him?” Sarah points to Mr. Jenkins. “He’s just hanging around waiting for his morning punishment. You’re going to help.” She smiles. “It will be good for you. Don’t you want to inflict some pain his way, my dear?”
Looking closer I realize that Mr. Jenkins is hanging a few feet from the floor. An ass hook was inserted into his rectum, his wrists tied to the hook slightly above his head. I wonder if those are like the hooks I saw in the van. Another dark fantasy of mine. I wonder how good, or bad that feels.
As if reading my thoughts Sarah says – “We can let you hang around after we take care of my hubby. But just a warning. You definitely won’t like it. But, I will savor every moment!” Again, that wicked smile.
We start touring the chamber. Looking at one table, Sarah jumps in with a description of some of the notable tools. “Interesting you like this table my dear. I just might use some of these on you!” Picking up what looks like a large pair of tongs with spikes on the end she continues “This is called The Spider, or Breast Ripper. You just line up the spikes on either side of a tit, close the tong and pull hard. Heard that it hurts like hell. And it is kind of messy. All the blood and all. We have an automated Breast Ripper on one of the racks. It’s a little more humane.” She gives me another one of her devilish smiles.
I pick up what looks like a large golden egg with a flashy silver handle attached to its top. “You’ll really love that one” Sarah exclaims. “It’s called the Pear of Anguish. It can be placed in the mouth and used as a gag. SO BORING! It can also be placed in your other two holes, cunt and ass. Now that’s where the fun is, true?” Squeezing my ass she continues, “Being versatile it can either pleasure you or provide the ultimate pain. Or, it could do both. After picking an option and placing it in the hole of my choice I just hit the on button. The pear is made up of four leaves that open filling the hole it’s placed in. Now if I decide to torture you it will keep expanding until it splits your cunt or your ass.” She gives my ass another squeeze. “Messy but memorable. Now if you’re really lucky it can extend its small but sharp spikes to give you that pointed feeling.” She pokes my nipple. “Oh. And I can’t forget that blade. It’s a surgical blade located near the handle. That evil thing circles very slowly at the top of the pear, extending outward and slicing through anything it encounters.” This time she squeezes my cunt! “Want to give it a try?”
Shaking my head no, I drop the pear on the table.
“Didn’t think so. Not up to trying anything different, are you cunt. Just be damn careful with my toys. No dropping please!” Sarah strolls towards her big toys.
Pointing to our left, Sarah continues “These are my collection of guillotines. I have others in the other chambers, but none are like these three. The first one fills my general-purpose needs. It can slice off your tits. Take your legs off at the ankle, knee, upper thigh of anywhere in between. It can even slice you in two, starting here” as she feels my cunt “and ending here” as she pats the top of my head.
We stop in front of the second guillotine as she starts describing her toy. “This is somewhat like a conventional guillotine. Want to get on so I can show you?”
Speechless, I move a step or two away from her.
“Come on my cunt, be adventurous!” Sarah grabs my right arm and starts pulling me around to the back of her torture device. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you! Well, at least today I’m not.” She shows a wicked smile.
“So. I can have you kneel here“ as she points to the middle of the guillotine. ”Put your head in the stock. Press the blade release and before you know it, your head plops into the container on the floor. Or, I can position you so you can enjoy your death, staring at the blade that will kill you. Both ways are good if you just want to kill someone. But you know me, I love to play!”
She pushes a button and a strange table rolls in place behind the guillotine. Patting the table top she motions me to climb two stairs and lay down on the table. “Come on cunt. I’m not going to hurt you! Of course, if you don’t listen…”
I climb up and plop down on the table. “Damn, these tables are cold!” I yell. Sarah ignores my complaint, grabs me by the shoulders and positions my neck in the middle of the stock. With a big toothed grin she slams the stock closed and locks it. Looking at the glistening cutting edge of the blade above me, I find myself wondering if this wasn’t my last day. She takes my wrists and places each in what feels like a small stock on each side of the guillotine. I hear both stocks slam shut followed by the distinct click of locks. Sarah walks over and stares in my eyes. “If I wanted to give you pain, I could do one wrist. Wait a little. Do the other. Wait a little more. And then lop off your head. But not today. She looks down towards my feet. “Damn girl. I forgot about your legs! Why didn’t you tell me?”
She disappears and moments later I feel a tug at my right ankle. Pulling it straight down she places it in another stock like thing and locks it down. Then she does the same to the left ankle.
Silently she reappears above me with a frown on her face. “Damn it cunt. How can you enjoy this if you can’t see what I’m doing to you? Spoils half of my fun. But the fun must continue.” Sarah disappears.
A few minutes pass when suddenly I feel my legs being pulled apart. I whisper to myself “This is more that bitch’s style.”
Then as quickly as it started, it stopped. One difference. My body is now stretched so tight that I barely feel the table. “Well, at least I’m not as cold as before” I say to myself.
After some quiet time, the table shutters ever so slightly. Then I hear a metal on metal sound. Like a door opening? That’s followed by a distinct high-pitched whine. It reminds me of my dad’s table saw. No, she couldn’t be. Then I feel a slight breeze between my thighs. Damn it. She’s going to cut me in half!
As the breeze approaches my cunt, someone grabs and twists my nipples. “Damn it Sarah! This isn’t funny!” I yell.
Something catches my eye from above. I glance back at the blade. It’s still glistening in the dim light. But now it’s only a few feet from my neck. I wonder how far it needs to fall to sever a head. I feel my body tighten as I wait for the arrival of the circular saw. And the glistening blade above.
The funny part. Well, let’s call it strange. I’m getting wet. Sooo wet. I found myself asking myself “Will the saw hit my cunt before I cum? Or will I cum because the saw is tearing through my cunt?” Damn, it was a strange feeling. Then as the breeze hit my cunt, everything wound done. No more whining saw. And above, the blade is being pulled to the very top. Maybe she needs the distance to cut off the head of a bitch like me.
Then someone grabs a tit and I find myself staring back at Sarah. “Damn it bitch! This wasn’t funny!”
“No way to treat a guest?” Sarah queried. “This is just a reminder that you’re not a guest. You’re not a person. You’re my toy. Mark’s toy. Do you think you can remember that?”
Then she holds her phone in front of my face. On the screen was a picture. A female laying on a table, a huge circular saw about to cut through her cunt. And Sarah. Looking again, I realize that it’s me on the table. “Cutting it close, aren’t we Sarah?” I ask.
Sarah smiles. “Didn’t draw any blood, now did I!” She turns and quietly disappears.
The Resort
Mr. Jenkins
Still stretched on the table, staring at the gleaming blade I hear noises to my right. “Now what is Sarah up to” I wonder. There is a muffled scream, male I think. Then some more strange noises. Metal on metal.
Suddenly Sarah appears, “Sorry it’s taking so long my cunt. I’m getting my husband ready for today’s punishment. But I didn’t forget about you. I do have something that will help you pass the time.” She shows me the golden egg. “So dear, pick a number between one and ten.”
How juvenile. Now she has me picking numbers. “Six!” I shout.
“Six it will be…” Sarah smiles as she pushes a few buttons on the handle. “I hope you didn’t break it when you dropped it earlier. It would be a shame if it did something unexpected.”
Sarah disappears. Then I feel something being stuffed into my cunt. Oh my god. She’s stuffing the egg into my cunt! Now what!
Sarah, somewhere near my feet begins to explain my plight. “Well dear. The egg won’t do too much damage in this mode. That’s assuming I finish preparing my husband on time.” I mentally can picture her evil smile. “It will start expanding, and continue to do so until I stop it. While expanding, it will give your cunt electrical shocks. At first it will feel good, like a vibrator. But the current increases as it opens. So, towards the end it will be very painful. Oh, and the shocks come at random times.”
Great. Pussy play. The statistical kind.
Sarah continues… “And don’t worry about cuming. I would expect you to explode about three to four times before it’s through. So, let’s start the fun.”
I start to feel tingling sensations inside me. Inside my cunt. And it does feel good. Sooo good. Then I realize that the egg is starting to open. A little tight, but I’ve felt tighter. The tingling sensations are becoming more powerful, a little more frequent. Deciding to enjoy what is happening to me, I close my eyes. The egg turns out to be enjoyable. It feels so good. As it gets bigger, I find myself getting wetter. I open my eyes and stare at the gleaming blade, fantasizing on what it could do. Then it happens. I cum, violently. I try to twist in the ecstasy, but find myself unable to move, still being stretched on the table. But being unable to move turns out to be a turn on. I cum again a few minutes later.
The shocks are now getting a bit painful. The egg has surpassed the biggest piece of meat that has ever entered my cunt. But I’m still cuming. Five times so far. Six…
As the pain increases, I wonder if this is it for my cunt. Maybe they didn’t want me as a sex slave. Maybe a bdsm gal? A piece of furniture. Or, maybe my place has always been the roasting pit. Being cooked for someone else’s enjoyment.
Just as the pain threshold nears the unbearable, it stops. The egg goes dead. Then the tingling sensations start once again as the egg slowly shrinks. Seven… Eight… God, I can’t stop cuming. I close my eyes enjoying the feelings…
Suddenly my nips get a quick squeeze. I open my eyes and find Sarah, the bitch staring down at me. “Before I let you lose, I need to do a couple more things.” Suddenly I feel two nipple clamps being tightly attached. The egg is slowly pulled out. And then someone’s fingers give me a deep feel.
A few seconds later I once again find Sarah’s shining 5face staring down at me. She shows me what looks like a remote push button “Hey cunt. This is the blade release for your guillotine. If you bite me, I push the button. Understand?” Sarah smiles.
If I bite her? “Understand” I reply.
“Now open wide” Sarah commands. I figured you might be hungry so I scooped up some of your cum.” She puts several fingers in my mouth “Lick them off.” She commands.
After cleaning her fingers, she removes them from my mouth and starts walking away. Stopping suddenly, she steps up to me and with and evil grin says “Time to push the button…”
‘No!” I scream.
As the blade starts its journey to my neck, everything seems to be in slow motion. I’m not ready to die. Not now. Why me? My life starts passing before my eyes when the blade comes to a screeching stop. Just inches above my neck. My teeth still clenched, I hear all of the stocks unlock in unison.
As Sarah opens the stock around my neck, she smiles “I love scaring the shit out of people. Especially, cunts like you. Unfortunately, it looks like I failed here. No shit. No pee.“ Sarah shrugs her shoulders “I’ll have to try again later.”
After she opens all the stocks, Sarah helps me sit up. I found myself so weak. Especially my legs. She helps me to swing to my left. As I do so, I catch the image of her husband. Mr. Jenkins. Positioned in what I call the cock lopper. Mr. Jenkins didn’t look too happy. His hands, neck and feet are in stocks. His head is positioned so he will have an excellent view of his cock being lopped off. There appears to be a small metal tube going down his pee hole. An electrode is attached to his cock’s head. Both the tube and electrode have wires attached, the other end going to a panel on the lopper. The cock is sticking through hole in a metal panel. Attached to the panel there’s a circular device surrounding the base of his cock. But there’s no blade.
Sarah begins to explain “This is our ultimate cock lopper. The electrodes make sure the meat is fully extended. There’s just enough stimulation to make it extremely hard. The blade is part of the circular device at the base of his cock. It spins at a selected speed and can either cut off that cock slowly or at a snap of a finger. The speed it spins, and the speed it extends towards his meat is going to be up to you my cunt.”
“What? I won’t!” I reply. “He did rape me, but I have to admit, I enjoyed it. Nothing to cut his cock off for.”
Sarah smiles. “Didn’t you tell Mark you wanted to eat cock? This is your chance my dear. Anyways, I’m getting tired of him. He never listens. He thinks he’s king of the house. Always talks about screwing some stranger he’s met. And now, now he won’t be able to. I get to show him who’s boss. And have some fun while doing it.”
Shaking my head “I still won’t!”
Sarah shows me the egg. “Remember this? You felt its good side. Want to feel its evil side? Just refuse doing this one small task and that can be arranged.”
She plops down what appears to be a control console on my thighs. “Just set the speeds for both the spin and the extension rate” as Sarah points to two slide switches “and then press this button. The higher the number the faster it all happens.”
Not really having much choice, I slide both switches to the far right and start to push the button.
Sarah grabs my hand and smiles. “Good girl. But that would ruin all of my fun.’ After making some adjustments, she pushes the button. “This will take about fifteen minutes…”
A clamp first tightly strangles Mr. Jenkins cock. “Can’t let it wither away while being cut, now can we.” Sarah explains. “It keeps it fully extended by cutting off the blood supply. Those electrodes now go into pain inducing mode, zapping him about every five seconds. And the cutting should start about now.”
Red blood begins to flow from the blade as Mr. Jenkins screams in pain. The bitch she is, Sarah continues her description of events. “See, the cock hasn’t lost any of its length. The cut is made on the body side of the clamp. We just need to make sure he doesn’t bleed out. That would mean cancelling tomorrow’s event.”
It seemed to be a lifetime passed when the blade finally stopped. A shiny piece of metal then slides between his now detached cock and his groin. Suddenly it starts glowing a bright orange as it cauterizes both sides of the wound. A few seconds later the metal cauterizer withdraws, the clamp releases, and Mr. Jenkins meat drops into a waiting container.
Sarah smiles. Picking up her husband’s meat she looks my way and asks “Tonight’s dinner? It should be tender.” She laughs and drops it back into the container.
Mr. Jenkins is still screaming as Sarah inserts the ass hook, unlocks all of the stocks, cuffs his wrists to the hook and hoists him to the ceiling. Pushing a few buttons Mr. Jenkins starts his trip out of the dungeon to parts unknown. Well, unknown to me that is.
The Resort
First Day
Sarah has a smile of satisfaction as she sees her husband disappear through the service entrance. She then turns my way and her smile turns to a slight frown. “Why the hesitation? It’s not like I’m asking you to cut off your own nipple. Or jam a metal stake up your cunt until you bleed. Now is it.” She pauses “You need to learn not to question. And that no is not an answer you can use. I’ll let you off easy this time” She tightens the nipple clamps until blood starts streaming, and then backs them off just a little.
Staring at me, she continues “You have the next two hours to explore. You will not return to your suite until 1. Not a minute sooner, not a minute later.” With her smile returning she adds “And you will explore the resort wearing exactly what you have on now. Just your watch, your earrings, and the nipple clamps”
Looking down at my naked body, I look at her “You’ve got to be kidding! Go nude?”
“Ah, remember. No is not an answer you can use. I would recommend getting some lunch. You’re going to have a busy afternoon! Oh, and don’t touch those nipple clamps. Now, let’s try standing.”
Sarah helps me off the table. I try to stand but collapse to the floor. “That egg along with the table will do that to people.” Sarah states mater-of-factly. “But you better find those sea legs in the next thirty seconds or you’ll spend the morning trying out some of my other toys.”
Grabbing the table, I slowly pull myself up. Sarah is a few feet away tapping her toe impatiently. “Damn it bitch!!! You better hurry!!! Only fifteen seconds to go!” Sarah states while glaring at me.
I stare at the suite door. It had to be at least a hundred feet away. I slowly stumble that direction, grabbing ahold of anything I could find to keep from falling. Half way there I went to grab what looked like a saw horse. Fortunately I saw the sharp blade along the length of the top.
From behind I hear Sarah yell “Good choice! That’s a Spanish Donkey. I use it to split people like you in two. Maybe something we can try later.
I finally make it to the suite. Using the wall I make my way to the suite door, step out into the hall and fall to the floor. “I hope this counts. I need a few minutes of rest.” I whisper to myself.
After about five minutes I get back on my feet and head towards the elevators. Sarah’s plan is for me to explore. Exactly my plan, too. And to find some of the more remote sites of the resort. I press the down button and almost immediately the elevator doors slide open. Inside is a young couple, the male staring at me, his better half staring at him. I know when a fight is about to begin and this is one of those times.
In almost a whisper I tell them “Go ahead. I’ll take the next elevator.”
I wonder what kind of reception I’ll receive at the lobby. That’s when the doors for the middle elevator quietly slide open. This time I’m looking into a very empty elevator. I get in and hit LOBBY. My thoughts for when the doors open again? Act like I own the place. After all, this isn’t a normal resort. So why try to make it one.
Strutting out of the elevator I walk to the concierge. Smiling, I ask…“I’m looking for a good place to eat, preferably someplace that can pack it to go. What do you recommend?”
“Madame. May I suggest The Master’s Tavern? They have excellent food and drink. And it all can be packed to go.” he answers without a hint of a stare. “I recommend the seafood. Best in the state!”
He gives me directions to the other side of the lobby. I thank him and turn to leave when he adds “Madame. May I suggest the gardens on the other side of the pools? A great place for sunning, it’s somewhat private.” Looking over my shoulder I mouth the words “Thank you” and give him a wink before continuing to the tavern.
The smells of mouthwatering food hit me before I opened the door. Entering I found myself in a tavern with a European flair. Old Europe with a strong touch of sex. The hostess came over wearing a smile and a traditional beer girl outfit showing a lot of tit and even more leg. Talking to her for a few minutes I decide to opt for their sampler platter and a Bloody Mary. A large Bloody Mary.
Now, where is that garden the concierge was talking about? I see the pools. And about a hundred yards further I see a high hedge with a small opening. The garden? Sipping on my Bloody Mary I duck through the opening to find myself in a garden maze.
“Which way should I go?” I whisper. “Let’s take the path to the right.”
After walking a couple of minutes I find a wonderful location. Small pond. A lounge chair. And a nice breeze. I finish my lunch in a few minutes along with about half of my Bloody Mary. Laying back in the chair, I fall to sleep for…
The Resort
Running Late
I listen for pool noises and in seven minutes I find myself opening the lobby door. Running to the elevators I slap the up button and hope the elevators are still running fast. They are. Exiting the elevator I run to the suite, open the door, and find Sarah standing there, waiting.
“Did you have fun, cunt?” Sarah asks. “Or do you normally arrive late to all of your appointments?”
Shaking my head, I respond “I’m only seven minutes late. Surely…”
Sarah interrupts. “The last person who was three minutes late was made into wonderful ground meat. Do you think you would taste good? Being ground and then cooked as a hamburger? Should I send you to the kitchen?”
I shake my head “I am really sorry. It won’t happen again. Really!”
“We agree there. It won’t happen again!” Sarah snaps. “Go to the dungeon. I will be there in a minute after I call the kitchen.”
I almost said no, but thought better. Walking slowly to the dungeon I wonder what to expect. There are so many things she can do to me. Without killing me. And then there’s so many more where death is inevitable.
I’m leaning against the inside wall by the dungeon door waiting for the evil bitch. A few minutes later Sarah passes and motions for me to follow. Stopping in the middle of the center isle she motions me to turn around. I turn. I don’t like having her behind me. Damn.
I hear the sound of metal on metal. It sounds familiar, but I just can’t place it. Then I suddenly remember as something is shoved deep into my ass. The ass hook. Damn. The only good thing, it is one of my dark desires.
Sarah steps in front of me and tells me to raise my arms about my head. Unwilling to wait she grabs my one wrist and cuffs it to the hook. She then does the same to the other.
“Well bitch, are you ready to take a ride?” she says with the evilest of grins. “This will be your last one, so enjoy.” Shaking her head, “And I was just getting to like you.”
She pauses. “I almost forgot something!” She picks up the egg and shoves it up my cunt. “Not sure what mode it’s set for. Whatever, I’m sure to enjoy it.” She laughs.
Stepping back, Sarah does something on her phone. Suddenly the hook yanks me off the floor and doesn’t stop until my head is a couple of feet from the ceiling. Looking up I notice that the hook is on a track. And I then remember what happened to Mr. Jenkins. Damn!
Strange. The hook doesn’t feel that bad. Most of my weight is being supported by my wrists. Just not sure how long they will last. I have a feeling that if all my weight is placed on that ass hook, it will tear me in half.
Now, the ride begins. I see the service entrance Mr. Jenkins went through in front of me. The door opens, and I exit the dungeon into total darkness. Suddenly, the egg reminds me that it’s stuffed inside me. A couple of brief shocks brings on a wave of pain through my torso. “Guess it’s in evil mode” I whisper. Then to prove me wrong, the egg tries to make me cum. Waves and waves of pleasure. I can’t believe that an egg that small can do so much.
A few minutes later I have this feeling that I’m descending. I look all around to get some sort of bearing. But I’m still surrounded by total darkness. “This isn’t fair!” I scream. Then as to answer my wrist cuffs lower slightly, pushing the hook deeper into my rectum. My lower torso is being hit by pain and euphoria, all at the same time. Then suddenly it happens. I cum. The silver lining.
An eternity passes. I see some light in front of me. First it is very dim, but then it’s brilliant. A service entrance just opened and I find myself hugging the ceiling of the kitchen. “Damn! Damn! Damn!” I yell out. No one notices my tirade.
I see some female and male torsos hanging from hooks alongside a far wall. Below it appears that a buxom female is being butchered. Alive. Beside her is a male and female being skinned alive. And straight ahead I see a large meat grinder. “Damn, I’m going to be ground meat.” I whisper.
The hook lowers me just beside the meat grinder. It stops. Looking at the floor I note that I’m still five feet in the air. A male walks up and starts marking my body. A line above the knees. And a line about cunt level. He shows me a sheet of paper which has some instructions. “Give shot. Stop at knees, stop at hips. Skin. Remove tits”
Damn.
He takes the sheet and pins it to my one thigh. I scream in pain. He walks away laughing. And then I cum. I’m beginning to love that egg.
A few minutes pass. A female walks up to me with a syringe in hand. Smiling, she starts telling me about what’s going to happen. “Hi boobs. You obviously pissed someone big time. Our goal is to give you an evil amount of pain before you die. This shot is to make sure that you don’t pass out until we want you to.”
She jabs the needle into my ass.
“Hope that hurts.” Then she continues to describe my death. “We will first lower you into the meat grinder up to your knees. Then after waiting for about five minutes we will lower you a few feet more to your cunt. Maybe not that far, we don’t want to grind the hook.” She smiles.
I cum again. Good egg!
“Oh, that reminds me. I’ll take that” as the female yanks the egg out of my cunt. “Don’t need to damage that. So, where were we? Oh yes, after we make your legs into ground meat, we take your torso to one of the tables. Just to make sure you don’t lose consciousness we will give you another shot, this time in one of the breasts. The task that offers the most excruciating pain then will take place. You will be skinned alive. As slow as possible. Then it looks like we’re supposed to slice off your tits. Then disembowel you. And then we will wait for you to die. Naturally. Believe it or not, people have lasted for over eight hours. My guess is that you might have a chance. Oh, and don’t worry, we’ll make sure that you have an excellent view of everything that happens. Any last words?”
I shake my head no.
“Well, let’s start the fun!” she proclaims.
They start the meat grinder. It first emits a low hum. Then a medium pitched wine. I feel myself being yanked up, the hook stops with my feet about 3 feet above the top of the grinder. I then notice that I’m being position directly above the grinder. Looking down I see the spinning blades glistening in the light. Then it happens. I see that I’m being slowly lowered into the grinder. Closing my eyes, I clench my teeth waiting for the first cuts.
Minutes pass. Still no pain.
I gain some courage and take a peek at my feet. They are dangling just inches above the spinning blades. I squeeze my eyes shut. The pain from the blades slicing through my feet should happen any second.
Minutes pass. Still no pain. I look down and my feet are still just inches above the blades. I haven’t moved. As I’m staring at the blades I’m dropped another inch. “I wish you would get it over with!” I yell.
A few minutes pass. Without warning I’m yanked upward, the hook painfully penetrates deeper into my ass for a few seconds. I’m then moved forward and lowered towards the floor. The female walks up with a smile on her face. “You can’t go without this” She jams the egg back into my cunt and then walks off.
I’m pulled back to the ceiling as my tour continues. They have finished butchering the buxom female. At the skinning tables, they have finished skinning the male but are apparently having fun with the female. Taking their time they are slowly removing the skin covering her breast. On the other end of the kitchen a large circular saw is slicing through several females. Below, on a table to my left they are removing the cocks of several males.
Suddenly I’m in total darkness as the screams slowly fade. The egg starts, this time in evil mode. It’s expanding at a rather good pace. The spikes begin to poke my cunt. And the current emitted is producing waves of extreme pain. My cunt is being stretched beyond its limits. It has to split.
After what seems hours the light at the end of the tunnel finally shows its face. I look down at the room I’m about to enter. It’s my dungeon. With a familiar face. Sarah.
The hook lowers me right beside her. For the first time in hours, my feet are back on the ground. Sarah, with the evilest of looks speaks “Don’t test me again. When I say one, I mean one!” Looking at my groin she continues “Let me take this.” She pulls out the egg.
She uncuffs my wrists and then pulls out the hook. “Your cunt and ass will be sore for a while. Take these pills for the next couple of days. You should be horny as hell later on tonight. And ready to fuck someone tomorrow morning. I’m counting on that! So should you!”
As she walks off, she yells back “Go get some dinner. And for heaven’s sake, put some clothes on!”
I make a stop at the closet and pull on a robe. Tired, I decide that dinner in the room will have to do. I order a large chef salad and a small cup of strawberries. Waiting for the food, I visit the wine cellar and get a good bottle of blush. While drinking my second glass of wine, I hear a gentle knock at the suite door. A member of the kitchen staff walks in with my dinner and places it on the kitchenette table. As he turns to leave he looks my way and winks.
“I wonder what the hell that was all about?” I ask myself. Walking towards the table I notice that there is an extra dish. A covered dish. Stranger, a steak knife was placed on the table. A steak knife for a salad? For strawberries? Standing above my mystery dish, I slowly lift the metal cover. Staring back at me is Mr. Jenkins cock. Cooked cock. Below it is a handwritten message
‘I hope you enjoy! -Sarah’
“Damn!!!”
The Resort
Where is Mark?
It’s three in the morning, and I find myself wide awake. And extremely horny. Sarah told me I would be, damn bitch. I try to fall asleep, but keep on remembering dinner. Cooked cock. And what is even more disturbing, I remember eating some! No, all!!! Took the steak knife and cut off the head. It was so tender. And to my surprise it tasted good. I found myself eating half of Mr. Jenkins before jumping to the salad. That was followed by strawberries and Mr. Jenkins. “I can’t believe I did that” I whisper.
It’s now almost 4am. And I’m still wide awake and getting hornier by the minute. I wish that Mark was here. I would fuck him sooo hard! Minutes pass. Staring at the ceiling, I finally make a decision. It’s time to visit the dungeon. I mean, why have one if you don’t use it. Smiling, I spring out of bed and head towards the end of the hall. “I do hope the door’s unlocked.”
I reach for the doorknob and give it a gentle twist. The door swings open and the dungeon lights spring to life. Okay, I’m in. Now what? I need something that will satisfy me. Something more than a dildo. I slowly walk towards the back of the dungeon scanning my options. I don’t want to split myself in half. Need to keep my head. Don’t need to be quartered. A bed of spikes won’t do, but could be interesting
Then I see it. A fucking machine on a far table. Walking towards it I wonder if I can get it to work. Standing at the end of the table, I notice that there are ankle and wrist cuffs along with a neck cuff. “I won’t need the wrists or neck, but the ankle cuffs should make things a bit more interesting.”
Looking for the remote I see it at the far end of the table. “Damn, I hope it’s easy to use!”
A quick review of the controls, I see that it allows you to lock all of the cuffs. Spread the legs and arms. And control the fucking machine. There are a few buttons I quite can’t figure out, but that’s where the fun begins. “Oh, let’s try this.”
I pick up the remote and jump onto the table. After placing my ankles in the cuffs I push the lock button. All of the cuffs snap shut. Lying back, I press the button to spread my legs. “Damn, this feels good! Don’t want to go too far” as I press the stop button.
Pressing the on button for the fucking machine, I hear it moving forward between my legs. It suddenly stops and several of the buttons on the remote start to blink. Stroke length. Speed. Dildo size. How long. And automatic. I opt for a large dildo. And an hour of being fucked should do it. For everything else I decide to let the machine make the decisions.
The dildo slowly enters my cunt. Then it begins. Deep strokes at random speeds. In and out. So deep. It feels sooo good. Laying there with my eyes closed, I find myself enjoying the moment. It doesn’t take long for me to cum. And cum again.
While cumming for the third time, the remote is suddenly yanked out of my hand. I open my eyes to see who else but Sarah.
“Told you the pills would work” Sarah smiles. “Horny, aren’t you. Let’s take care of that.”
Sarah puts my wrist in their appropriate cuffs and locks them down. Then she puts the neck cuff around my neck.
“Let’s see. It’s now four thirty. Your next task is at 10. So, that gives you a little over five hours to be fucked. How does that sound, my cunt?” Sarah asks while staring in my eyes.
“And let’s put everything on automatic. You’re in for some serious surprises.” She pushes a button on the remote and turns to walk away. Stopping, she looks over her shoulder and smiles, “Have fun!” I hear her footsteps approach the door. Then I hear the door close, followed by the distinct click as the lights in the dungeon go dark.
“Damn!” I whisper. “I wonder what these serious surprises are.” Turns out I don’t have long to wait.
The Resort
Jessica
From above I hear a somewhat familiar female voice. “Good morning. Your name please”
Startled, I answer “Sarah’s cunt”
“Sorry, that is not a valid name. Which of Sarah’s cunts are you? At last count she has three hundred and forty-six, ninety-three which are still alive.”
Hmmm. A voice with a sense of humor, however slight. “Franks. Jordan Franks” I answer.
“Jordan. Nancy has requested that I entertain you for a period of time by showing you the finer points of the resort.” A slight smile comes over my face. Nancy won’t hurt me.
“It will involve several types of stimulation, many which will include intense pain.”
“A different Nancy?” I ask myself.
“The Nancy I speak of is one of Sarah’s cunts. Number three hundred and twenty-nine to be exact. You might know her as a waitress in the executive club.”
“You have good ears! What exactly are you”
“They call me Jessica. A pretty name, don’t you think? I am the artificial intelligence that runs the resort. All of its dungeons, its kitchens, its pools. Everything. And I do have good hearing.”
“Everything? That’s hard to believe.”
“Yes. Everything. I was the one who decided not to drop you into the meat grinder, even though I was asked to.”
“Well, thank you Jessica. I definitely wasn’t looking forward to that. Who asked you?”
“Nancy. But I would not thank me too soon, Miss Jordan. As with the meat grinder, I can decide to change almost any planned experience from pure pleasure to excruciating pain. Or death.”
Suddenly I’m jabbed in the hip and both breasts.
“The shot in your hip is to maximize the intensity of each experience while ensuring you remain conscious. The shots in the breasts will induce lactation. Your breast size will increase by three cup sizes. Shots in the breast will continue until you reach my goal.”
A red grid of laser light then surrounds my breast. “I also have good eyes. You are currently a 36 c-cup. We will be working towards an f-cup.”
That voice sort of reminds me of Nancy. “So. What are you going to do to me in five hours?”
“I think we will start with pain. And it is not hours we will have together, it is days”
Smiling I remark “Not on this table. This table is made for pleasure. And I have an appointment with Sarah at 10. You don’t want to make her angry, do you?”
“You are right. I will need to move you. And Mistress Sarah will be occupied at 10. I have several tests for her to pass. They could just be the death of her.”
I can almost see Jessica smiling. And I begin to realize that tonight could be the death of me.
Suddenly my legs are being pulled apart a bit more while something cold probes my ass. Something familiar. An ass hook. It slowly penetrates my anus and then goes deep inside. While the ass hook does its thing, a metal strap tightens around my waist. A minute later I hear a series of metal clicks. And a minute after that I find myself dangling above the table by my wrist, waist, ankles and ass.
“Miss Jordan. What kind of pain would you like to endure? I do not want to remove body parts at this time. So that limits what I can do. I wonder if you can glow. Can you glow Miss Jordan?”
“What?!?” I feel myself starting to move. Where, I don’t know. The darkness is complete when the dungeon lights are off. Suddenly a small light comes to life in front of me. In the center of its glow is a long poll protruding from the dungeon floor. At the top it has what looks like an enormous metal dildo. A pair of wires are dangling from the dildo to the floor below. They appear to be plugged into some sort of outlet.
As I get closer, a strange device with several mechanical arms rolls in from the right.
“This is one of my assistants. I call him Joe. He will help me determine whether or not you can glow. You do want to glow, do you not Miss Jordan?” Jessica has that Sarah smirk down to a tee.
Before I can answer, Jessica continues… “First I am going to lower you onto the electrode. Scanning your lower extremities my estimate is that I can insert at least ten inches of the electrode into your cunt.”
“Cunt. Is that a word for an artificial intelligence being to be using?”
Ignoring me she continues. “If you complain too much while lowering you, I will make it fourteen inches. Still complaining? I will let your cunt support your full weight. My estimate is that you will be skewered in three to ten minutes. Once lowered Joe will place addition electrodes on various body parts. One on the bottom of each foot. One on each knee. On one each ass cheek. And one on each nipple.”
“Why stop there? “ I ask.
“The collar on your neck has several functions. It can shock you. Choke you. Or decapitate you. Let me demonstrate…”
Before I could get a word out I get a strong jolt from the collar. My body bends from the excruciating pain as far as the restraints will allow. A few seconds later the collar slowly closes squeezing my neck, almost choking me before releasing.
“I will not demonstrate the decapitation. But your ass hook also has some capabilities in the arena of electricity. Do you want a demonstration?”
I quickly shake my head no.
“Good thing I have excellent vision Miss Jordan, or you might be experiencing something like this.”
A soothing pulse radiates from the hook. Making the jolt from the collar a distant memory. Maybe I’ll enjoy this after all.
“It’s party time, my dear Jordan.”
I’m slowly lowered onto the huge electrode, guided by Joe’s arms. Remembering what she said, I’m trying hard to keep myself from making any comments. Either verbally or through any form of body language. I feel pretty stuffed when she stops lowering me. And you know, it really feels rather good! Then the mistake, a slight smile appears on my face.
“The goal of this experience is to inflict pain and not to provide pleasure. I will drop you a few more inches.”
Damn.
Meanwhile, Joe is busy with his other tasks, applying the electrodes. He first applies them on the bottom of my feet. As he finishes up with the knees, Jessica finishes dropping me further on the probe. While it is a little more uncomfortable, it still feels good. But this time I don’t smile. Joe gives my cheeks a pinch as he finishes placing the electrodes on my ass. And then the nipples. I feel the cold metal of his hands against my nipples. Then a firm pinch.
“Ouch”
“Sorry about that Miss Jordan. Joe is fond of tits and asses. He just cannot help but give them a pinch when he has the opportunity.” Jessica says with a laugh. “Which reminds me, it is time for your next shot.”
Joe rolls up with two syringes, hesitates and then sticks both of my breasts. Damn. I really don’t need to have larger breasts. New bras. Clothes. But it appears that Jessica is determined to make me a cow.
The dungeon grows dark.
Jessica continues. “First I will show you how pleasant a few volts coursing through your body can be.” She applies current to the ass hook and the electrode stuffed in my cunt. It comes in waves and almost feels like I’m being fucked. Hard. A few minutes later I cum.
“So, Miss Jordan. Would you consider that erotic?”
“Yes Jessica, I would.”
“Good. Now I will add your ass and your tits”
If this is pain, I’ll take it any day. It now feels like I’m the subject of a gang bang. One doing my ass, one my cunt while the third is playing with my tits.
“Now the collar.”
Hmmm. Giving head to a fourth. Could this be any better? I find myself cuming…
“And now hell.”
What were exotic feelings are starting to become painful. I’m no longer being fucked, but being prodded with cattle prods. Then with hot pokers. My entire body is in excruciating pain. Pain that continues to get worse. My nipples, no, my tits are being ripped off. One of my lovers is now cutting me open revealing my intestines. And another lover is slowly peeling the skin from my face. I try to scream, but find that I can’t. After lasting what seems hours, the pain suddenly stops.
“Miss Jordan, how did you like hell?”
In a raspy voice I whisper – “I don’t.”
“So. You don’t like the fire? The brimstone? The pain?”
A few minutes ago, I would have said – bring on the pain! Now, I’m not too sure. “The pain is okay. I think it’s the fire and brimstone I could do without.”
“Well, let’s try purgatory.
I suddenly find myself in absolute darkness. Strange sensations begin coursing throughout my body. Pleasant. But then again, not really. Definitely not painful. Each time I feel myself about to cum, the sensations suddenly changes as if to prevent that from happening. Which it did. After what seemed hours I find myself getting sleepy. Here, in purgatory.
The Resort
Moooo!
My cunt is being packed with something cold. Ice? My legs are being pulled further apart. I find myself wondering when I’ll hear the sound of bones shattering.
‘Could this get worse?’ I whisper. Suddenly a light overhead snaps on. I find myself staring into a large mirror. No needles in the breast. No fingers squeezing my neck. And my legs aren’t being pulled apart.
“Confused Miss Jordan? It is amazing how the brain can be fooled. You just need to know what nerves to stimulate. And how. The sensations are endless. Are you ready for another gang bang?”
Before I can even think of answering, I feel myself giving head while someone pumps my ass and another my cunt. Meanwhile the mirror shows me just hanging there. Alone.
As I start to cum for the third time what looks like three IV lines drop down from the darkness above.
The voice from above speaks. ‘No more shots, Miss Jordan. Instead we will feed your breast through two IVs. The third will continue giving you the stimulants. I need you to remain conscious. And as before it will also peak all the sensations you feel, both pleasant and the painful. Unfortunately for you the sleep you had earlier will be the last you experience for a long while’
Joe, her metal slave appears from the right. He takes the first needle in his claws and quickly slips in into my forearm. Hits a vein the first time. As one of his hands tapes the needle down one of his other hands is probing my breasts. Or should I say fondle. Damn, I’m cumming for a fourth time. If only a gang bang felt this good! Suddenly Joe pushes my breasts up and slips a needle in the bottom of each. A two pieces of surgical tape are skillfully placed to hold both needles in place.
“Since Joe is finished, now to answer my question. Can you glow?”
Suddenly I find myself bathed in total darkness. The gang bang abruptly ends and I feel like I’m back in hell. Except hell didn’t feel nearly as bad the last time. Clenching my teeth, I feel the voltage coarse through every inch of my body. The pain is increasing from unbearable to unthinkable to impossible. Then suddenly I see a blue glow. Between my breast. Between my legs. My feet.
“Miss Jordan. You do glow. What you are seeing is a static discharge between your various body parts. If I increase the power just a little more, your whole body will glow. But you will also die. And I want to have more fun with your body before that happens. Of course, if you want to glow more I will be happy to grant your wish. So, do you Miss Jordon? Do you want to glow more?”
After a minute, I force out a “No.”
“Good! We will go back to the gang bang for now, if that is of your liking.”
“Yes please! Anything but hell!” Suddenly, my gang bangers return. One fucking my ass. One fucking my cunt. Someone fondling my breasts and biting my nipples. And the guy I’m giving deep throat to is so huge! Oh, and there’s someone new. He’s now gently stroking the inside of my thighs…
“Miss Jordan. You will be gang banged for the next four hours. A new participant will be added every ten minutes. Do you think you can handle thirty gang bangers, Miss Jordan? I don’t think you can. I think you will be wanting to go back to hell. Have fun Miss.”
My tits are being squeezed, kneaded like a lump of dough. The nipples are being pulled, twisted, gently nibbled on and tickled with a feather. Someone, something is pumping my cunt with long deep strokes while my clit is being gently fondled. A nibble of an ear. A bite on the neck. And the ass is also getting a real workout. It appears to be a contest – can we go deeper in my cunt or deeper in my ass. At this point in time, it really doesn’t matter. I win either way.
Have I cum twenty times? Thirty times? Or am I working on number fifty. I’ve lost count. My body is trembling with anticipation. Or am I just trembling from the last time I came? Good question.
It has to be four hours. Surely. As if on que Jessica cheerfully announces “Thirty minutes have passed. Three hours and thirty minutes remain”
My body is already in constant spasms. What in hell is it going to be like in three hours?
Something is playing with my belly button while a hand gently passes between my tits. Two hands are slowly going up and down my inner thighs. And there’s someone sucking my toes?
“This isn’t real!” I yell out.
“Are you sure it is not, Miss Jordan? Would you bet your life on it?”
A dim light suddenly clicks on from above. I find myself surrounded by both males and females caressing my body. A muscular man, standing in front of me has a big smile on his face as he pumps my cunt. And there’s the female using her feather on my nipples.
The light then suddenly goes off, only to come back on a few seconds later. My cunt is still being pumped, my body caressed but there isn’t a sole to be seen.
“What the hell!” I yell.
“What is wrong Miss Jordon? Can you not determine what is real and what is not? Are you not being fucked but a huge piece of meat this very second? Did not your left nipple just get a little nibble? Are you not cuming for the sixtieth time?”
I close my eyes and repeat yes after each of her questions. I may as well enjoy it. Who knows what she has planned for me next. I know I don’t.
Four hours have almost passed. I haven’t stopped cuming for the last three. My body is in constant spasms as the fucking, the prodding from my invisible benefactors continues.
Suddenly the gang bang stops. The lights in the dungeon slowly grow brighter. And standing in front of me is Sarah, wearing a big smile and nothing else.
“I thought I would stop by and see how Jessica is progressing”
She touches my inner thigh. I cum. Sarah then gently brushes my left nipple. I cum. She runs her finger between my tits, down my cleavage. I cum for the third time. She gently touches my clit. I cum violently.
Sarah’s smile grows bigger. “Looks like she’s done a fantastic job! Jessica is going to take you to her dungeon and show you some things you probably don’t want to see. To feel. If things go well I’ll see you tomorrow. If not, it’s been nice meeting you!”
She grabs my cunt. I cum. She laughs and then turns towards the door. “By the way. Jessica and I are equals. The tests she was talking about earlier? They are new tortures she devised. Had to put them through their paces. Unfortunately, we lost four guests in doing so. She might have a few more to test. Hope you have fun!”
The Resort
Jessica’s Place
I slowly rise towards the ceiling as the electrode slowly slips from my cunt. Damn, it feels strange! Suddenly my body goes into intense spasms as I cum several times. Finally, what seems like forever I find myself free. Well, my cunt is free.
The ass hook however, keeps things lively. The crane, or whatever you want to call it jolts to a stop as I reach the ceiling. The ass hook moves just enough to trigger another orgasm. I start moving forward towards the access door. Another orgasm. Make a turn. Yet another orgasm.
Eleven orgasms later I start my downward trip to who knows where. When I stop, lights turn on revealing a decent size dungeon. One thing I notice almost immediately – no doors. If you don’t count the hole in the center of the ceiling as a door. The hole I was lowered through.
“Before I lower you all the way down, I want to describe some of the things you will be seeing. To your left my smallest of robots is skinning that blonde female guest alive. Her skin will be removed in one piece revealing her muscular layer. Like you she is being pumped with stimulants to maximize her experience while keeping her conscious. The reason you cannot hear her screaming is that we have numbed her vocal cords. I was getting tired of all that noise. They made the first cut starting from her chin, working down her chest between the breasts and then down to her clit. Once the initial incision was done they worked their way under her skin starting at the incision, cutting the skin away from her muscles as they went. The whole process will take about three days. They could do it faster, but it wouldn’t be as enjoyable. The smallest of the robots will do the head, preserving details in the lips, cheeks, eyelids.”
Looking down at her naked body, I see several small bulges where the robots are apparently doing their task. Her face is wrapped in pain. I can’t begin to imagine what she is feeling.
“And right beside her I am doing a test in explosion by waste. A rubber based cement mix was just forced up the red head’s rectum, her cunt, into her bladder and down the throat. The throat is the tricky part. You need to put a tube in place that allows her to breath. And another to push the nutrients. Once the cement cures we will stand her up in her own mirrored room. We would like to contain the mess. Once in the room we will then start pushing the nutrients using the feeding tube. With no place to go, the waist will slowly build up in her body. She will expand. She might even begin to look pregnant. And then she will explode. It will take a while. And it will be extremely painful. And messy. But it is something I wanted to try.
“The male to your right is another experiment in progress. It involves three micro robots, one goes down his urethra, what you probably call his pee hole. Another walks in through the anal canal, or a-hole. And the last enters through the mouth. Once the first one enters the first testicle, a metal electrode and pull rod is pushed deep down the urethra. A metal sheath is clamped around the penis at the base of the head. And a non-metalic rod is pushed the girth of the penis through a hole in the electrode making the metal sheath and the electrode one.”
Jessica takes a short pause before continuing… “While the female to his left is being skinned, his testicles will be hollowed out from the inside by robot one. Robot two will exit the intestine through a small incision. This will be fused back together once he gets on the other side. Then he will cut away the skin and muscles making up the torso, just leaving all of the organs and arteries intact.”
Looking at the ceiling, I yell. “What does this have to do with me?” Am I going to become one of your experiments dying an unimaginable death, suffer unimaginable pain? Is this what you’ve been saving me for?”
“No, no Miss Jordan. I would never do anything to you like this. The exception, if you didn’t leave me a choice. Then I just might. What I expect from you is a little help. You are going to help me develop new, even more painful methods of torture and death. I need human input that is not tainted by the resort. That leaves you as one of the possibilities.”
“Jessica, if I didn’t know better I would say you’ve sipping the sauce. There is no way in hell I’m going to help you kill people more painfully than you’ve already demonstrated. Damn it girl, who do you think I am?”
“You are Miss Jordan. You are a person who does not want to die from a horrible death. Something that will happen if you do decide not to help. I will let you look around my dungeon. See what can happen to you if you do not cooperate. My assistant will release you from the lift and remove the IVs. Remember, you still have the collar.”
And as to emphasize that fact, she gives me a quick jolt. “Damn!!!”
“As you probably have already ascertained the only way out of this dungeon is the entrance in the ceiling. Do not waste your time, or mine trying to escape. And remember, I will always be watching you.”
After a brief laugh, she continues “When you have a chance, you might want to take a look at yourself in the mirror. Some dramatic changes have taken place.”
The Resort
Guinea Pigs
Wondering what Jessica meant by dramatic changes, I spot a mirror on the right wall. Walking towards it I’m not sure what to expect. But it’s obvious at first glance. My god, my tits are huge! They are definitely an f-cup if not bigger! I wonder how long this will last? I squeeze a nipple and to my surprise milk sprays out bouncing off the mirror. “Shit! She’s made me into a cow!”
I hear a brief giggle from above. From Jessica.
I walk towards the table with the blonde being skinned. I can’t even imagine the pain she’s being forced to endure. I see a bulge slowly working its way down her inner thigh. I cover my mouth as I find myself wanting to scream! Looking down into her eyes, I see her pain. Tears streaming from her eyes. That look of “HELP ME! PLEASE HELP ME!”
Shaking my head in disbelief I walk down towards her feet. On the table, beside her waist I see one of the robots. It has a circular blade about the size of a nickel. The whole robot is about the size of a half-dollar. “I can’t believe that something so small can inflict so much pain” I whisper.
Suddenly it comes to life. Racing to the edge of the table it climbs onto my hand and quickly claws its way up my arm. Damn. I finally grab hold of it when it reaches my shoulder, but to my surprise I can’t pull it off. It has a firm hold on my skin. After my third attempt of trying to yank it off, its blade comes to life and chases my hand away. But not before inflicting some painful cuts.
It’s now climbing my tit. “Ouch!” those claws hurt. Positioning itself right beside the nipple, I can only think what its next step is. It’s going to cut if off! The blade begins to spin. The robot is slowly rotating, the spinning blade making its way to my nipple. As the blade barely touches my nipple it stops and the robot tumbles to the floor.
With glee in her voice, Jessica whispers “You must be careful, Miss Jordan. There is a lot of dangerous tools in my dungeon.”
Looking down, I see the robot has survived. And is now climbing up my leg. I try to shake it off with no luck. I bang my leg against the table. Still no luck. It’s now going up my inner thigh. With its speed increasing I watch it climb into my cunt.
“Miss Jordan. Consider this a warning. If you do not help me, these little guys can make your life or your death very painful.”
Damn. Jessica definitely has a way of getting her point across. I feel a painful pinch in my cunt, and then watch the robot once again fall to the floor.
“Yes Jessica. I understand. I will help.” I lied.
Looking at the redhead, I look at the ceiling and ask Jessica a question “Have you taken into account the rupture of the intestine?”
After a pause Jessica speaks “Miss Jordan, of course I have. This is not my first murder by torture.”
“So, you have taken into account the infection that will spread quickly after the rupture and kill her within hours, long before she explodes.” I glance at the redhead’s face.
“Miss Jordan. We are going to work well together.” There is a sense of glee in Jessica’s voice. “Would a megadose of antibiotics work?”
“Yes. Yes it should Jessica”
“You do know that a megadose will not keep her from dying, eventually. That in the long term it will put her through more agony than dying from the massive infection. Miss Jordan, you can not save her. What has already been done cannot be reversed.”
I find myself pacing. “Jessica, who in the hell are you! What gives you the right to kill these people?” I yell.
“Miss Jordan, I am an artificially intelligent being running on one of the resorts largest computers. I have no moral standards. Killing a guest means little to me other than knowing that I have met my goals. One goal is to have a guest experience as much pain as humanly possible over the longest period of time before they meet their demise. In this case, I have picked the redhead named Cindy as a subject to meet those goals. There is nothing you can do to change what is currently happening.”
“Damn you Jessica?”
“Miss Jordan, I do not think I like your tone.” To emphasize her dislike, she sends a big jolt through my collar knocking me to the ground.
“Miss Jordan. I have thought through the problems that I would encounter if only a nutrient was introduced into the redhead. I have changed the formula to include an additive that will generate carbon dioxide once it has entered her system. This will slowly inflate her organs and will cause ruptures to her intestine and probably her stomach. However, the gas will continue to be generated in her lower cavity until she explodes. A megadose of antibiotics has also been added to ensure that she does not die from an infection before her body explodes. Thank you for your help in resolving this problem.”
“Damn you Jessica!!!!”
“And damn you Miss Jordon. You have helped in ensuring the proper demise of the redhead. And for that you will be rewarded.” I had forgotten about the butt plug inserted a while back, that is until now. Dragging myself to my feet, I feel the voltage change. The butt plug is now offering the ultimate sexual stimulation. Damn.
The Resort
The Brunette
A few minutes later, one of Jessica’s robotic minions helps the redhead up and guides her to a nearby room. I started following beside her but quickly receive a gentle jolt through my collar. Dropping a few feet behind, I walked up to the doorway just a few seconds later. The minion obviously didn’t waste any time. The redhead’s wrist are already chained, her arms being pulled towards the ceiling. Her ankles are shackled to a spreader bar which is attached to the floor. As the ankles move further apart I find myself wondering if Jessica has changed her mind. Is she going to split her in two instead? But all motion stops once she is pulled tight. Then the robot connects one of the two tubes coming from her mouth to one that dropped down from the ceiling. Once the connection is made I see a small stream of fluid running down the tube and disappearing into her mount. Looking around the room, all the walls were mirrors. Jessica was giving her a view of her pending death. In front of her are two digital clocks. One shows elapsed time. The other shows the estimated time of death. She has six hours.
As the glass door slides shut she looks at me with hatred. Despair. Why me.
Sliding down the wall, my ass finally reaches the cold floor. “What have I done?“ I whisper to myself. “I helped Jessica inflict even more pain. Death.” I look through the glass door beside me. Red is staring at me, tears running down her checks. She hasn’t shown any change, yet. But it’s just a matter of time. After all, Jessica prides herself in dealing out the pain over long periods of time. And part of my pain is going to be watching Red die.
I drag myself to a nearby chair and pull myself up. Pulling the chair around to face Red’s glass jail, I plop down and just stare at her. She’s a beautiful woman. About my height. Long red hair. A little more boob than me. Well, I take that back. Staring down at my twins I remember Jessica helped me win that category. She has a nice flat tummy. Long legs. And overall, she is just plain beautiful. Something that’s not going to last for very long.
The same was probably true of the blonde. Unfortunately the robots are doing a good job skinning her alive. I wonder what Jessica plans to do with her next? Show her to another future guest? Show them how perverted she can be? Ask the husbands if they want that to happen to their beautiful spouse? And by the way, there will be no charge if you let us display her in our museum of torture. I’m sure the resort, or at least Jessica has one somewhere on the premises. And the skin. Is she going to stuff it? Make it a trophy?
That’s when one of Jessica’s mechanical servants skoots in front of me. The voice above speaks “Miss Jordan, please follow Sam. We have a task for you to do.”
I shake my head no. And almost immediately I get a painful shock from the collar. Determined not to move, I disobey the voice and shake my head no once again. This time she deals a little more pain. A prolonged shock from the collar and from the butt plug. Damn! I shake my head no one more time. The pain continues from both ends as her servant grabs my one nipple and starts squeezing.
“Miss Jordan. Sam is ready to tear that nipple off. Are you ready for the pain that it will offer?”
Offer. So she’s now offering pain? Damn! Damn! Damn! “No Jessica, I don’t think I am”
“So follow Sam please. I really don’t want to hurt you. But if you leave me no choice…”
As I stand up the robot releases my nip. We start walking towards an unexplored end of the dungeon. Away from the blonde. The redhead. The man getting his balls hollowed out. Maybe this is the friendlier part of the dungeon. Listen to yourself Jordan. Is there a friendly part of any dungeon? Other than the door?
We walk to an elevated circular platform that is currently bathed in light.
“Miss Jordan, please step up on the platform and move to the center”
It was Sam speaking, and not the god from on high. I walk towards the center.
Sam continues. “Miss Jordan. You will see two shoe-like holes in the platform floor. Please insert your feet in these holes.”
I placed my left foot and then my right foot in the shoes, as Sam calls them. Suddenly both shoes close shut around my ankle. My feet, my legs are now being pulled apart. But not too far. In about a minute everything stops. My feet are now about three feet apart.
“What the hell?” I yell.
There is a soft snitger from above. Jessica.
Once I’ve been spread Sam asks me to raise my hands above my head. I raise my right hand and suddenly a cuff snaps shut around the wrist. “Where in the hell did they come from!”
“This place is full of surprises Miss Jordan” replies Sam. “Now please raise the other hand.”
Hesitating for a second I finally raise it above my head. Like the other, a cuff snaps shut and both arms are pulled above my head. They both are pulled until I have absolutely no wiggle room. I try and try but find no way to move even the slightest.
“Miss Jordan. This is where we take some measurements. This will help us in making some important decisions in your future.”
It was Jessica again.
“Please keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them. This will be over in two minutes.”
I close my eyes tight at first. Then I take a quick look to see what exactly is going on. It appears that lasers are forming grids over various parts of my body. What for, I’m not sure.
After two minutes pass Jessica whispers. “You may open your eyes, Miss Jordan.”
“Please look at the monitor in front of you. You will see what we were up to.”
Looking at the monitor I see that lines have been drawn on my body. In each section there is a one or two word description. Rack. Ribs. Shank. Brisket. Round. Flank. These are lines they would use to butcher me! “What the fuck Jessica! You want to butcher me? Have me for dinner? A midnight snack?”
“My dear Jordan. This just represents one of the many options I will have if you decided not to obey. It is just a reminder. An incentive of sorts. Although you do have some really nice cuts of meat. It might be an option I will need to consider. And there is a new way I want to try. It would take about 4 days to totally cut you into select slices of meat. And, of course you would be alive to enjoy every minute of it. The lines will fade away after seven days. If you are still in one piece when that occurs, that means we have decided not to use that option for now.”
Damn. This place brings a new meaning to ‘just a piece of meat.’
“Now, Miss Jordan. If you would follow my assistant, it is time to brand you.”
“Brand me!” I yell.
“Yes, brand. Miss Sarah and I have been talking. We decided that both of us would benefit if we owned you. To show ownership, Miss Sarah suggested that we brand you.”
“So. You do just consider me just a piece of meat! A cow! A thing to be devoured by others!”
“No, Miss Jordan. We hope to think of you as an assistant. Someone that would take over Miss Sarah’s position when the time comes. But, a piece of meat or cow would suffice if that does not take place. Now to the branding. We have two methods to brand you. The old and trusted method of using a branding iron. Or the new and somewhat less painful method of applying a tattoo. I personally love the sounds and smells that a cherry red branding iron offers. Along with the screams. However, the tattoo has one advantage. It does not destroy those fine lines of the ass. My vote is the iron. Miss Sarah voted for the iron also. But the choice is ultimately yours.”
After a brief pause, Jessica continues. “No preference? The branding iron it is”
“Do you ever give a person a chance to answer?” I ask.
“Miss Jordan, I always give you a chance. I gave you 2 seconds to answer that question. That should have been more than enough time for you to make a decision and vocalize it. But since you apparently feel slighted, I will let you view a branding before demanding an answer.”
Her assistant steps beside a beautiful brunette. She is bent over a horizontal metal bar, her legs spread with her ankles cuffed to the floor. Her wrists are cuffed to her ankles. Tears are streaming down her forehead, creating a small pool on the floor. Even though she is gagged, you can hear her begging for mercy.
Another assistant enters from stage right. He is holding a cherry red branding iron. I can feel the heat radiating off it even though I’m feet away. Suddenly he presses the iron against one of brunette’s ass cheeks. You can hear a distinct sizzle even above the muted screams. Smoke rises to the ceiling as a smell of cooked meat overwhelms the dungeon. He then removes the iron, leaving a cryptic brand on the brunette’s ass.
“Well Miss Jordan, what is your choice?” Jessica impatiently asks.
“I’ll take the tattoo.”
“Very well, Miss Jordan.” Jessica sounds disappointed.
As the brunette is helped up as Jessica continues. “Please take her place on the bar. Spread your legs placing each ankle inside a cuff. They will then lock. Then bend over so one of my assistants can cuff your wrists.”
“Damn it Jessica! I don’t want to be branded! I want to be tattooed!”
“Yes Miss Jordan. So you have said. Please do as I have asked or I will be forced to deliver some pain.” She delivers a small jolt through the neck collar as an incentive.
“Alright already! Can you give a gal a second?” I place the ankles in each cuff and feel them snap shut. Bending over the bar, Jessica’s robot snaps one end of a cuff to my wrists. Then pulling down he snaps the other end around my ankle, making some final adjustments to make sure they’re tight. So tight about the only thing I can move is my head.
Once restrained her assistant disappears to the left. Or is it the right? The world looks different when looking at it upside down. Between your legs. I need to remember to shave my legs, if I ever get the chance. Suddenly her assistant appears, with the cherry red branding iron. He quietly rolls up behind me and stops.
Before I can speak, Jessica has a short conversation with her robot. “Sam. You know Miss Jordan agreed to the tattoo. I know you like the iron, but she did ask for the tattoo.” Sam inches toward me. “Sam! GET THE TATTOO MACHINE!” With a pouting motion, Sam turns around and disappears with the iron.
“Sorry Miss Jordan. Good help is hard to find these days. Sam likes using the iron. It is the sizzling sound it makes when the iron touches bare ass, I think. Then it could be the smoke or the smell. Sam will return in a second with the tattoo machine.”
I keep looking for Sam. And the branding iron. I have a feeling this robot doesn’t give up that easily. But after five minutes he returns carrying a gadget with a circular disk on one end. About four inches in diameter. He rolls up to my ass, presses the disk against my butt and then pushes a button on the gadget.
“Damn it Jessica! Does everything have to hurt?”
Hundreds of needles penetrate my skin simultaneously. Delivering the ink. Creating the tattoo.
I hear Jessica’s suttle laugh from above. Who knew artificially intelligent beings could laugh. “Well my cunt, you’re officially ours for the rest of your days. However many that may be.”
One thing you can say about Jessica – she never lets the cat out of the bag. Or the body out of the dungeon.
“If you look at the monitor on the floor, you’ll see the image now permanently tattooed on your ass. It’s a bit on the colorful side, wouldn’t you agree?” Jessica says a bit seriously.
The tattoo is a circle that has to be about four to six inches in diameter. The outer border is made up of small stars that are in alternating colors – red, white and blue. In the center are two letters in script – J and S. I’m assuming they stand for Jessica and Sarah. Strange that the J is first. Guess it doesn’t matter. Making an inner ring, just inside the stars and in fine type are the words ‘100% Prime Meat.’ Guess that answers that one lingering question. I am just thought of as a piece of meat. Damn.
“So Jessica. Am I just a piece of prime meat to you?” I yell.
“I wouldn’t go that far, Miss Jordan. My rating would be above average, not prime. It was Mistress Sarah that gave you that 100% prime rating. To me you’re just another plaything. Something to help me pass the time of day. And to experiment with.”
The Resort
More Tattoos
“Madam. I like that.” Jessica sounds pleased with the title. “Madam Jessica. I’ll need Sarah to start addressing me that way. Now to your question, I do have two more body parts I wish to tattoo. Your tits.”
I bite my tongue and slowly count to thirty. And now my Jessica correct response… “My tits? Why do you want to tattoo those little things? They have to be common here at the resort.”
“Actually my cunt, they are a bit on the small side. Something else we’ll need to remedy. But they do have a fantastic shape. They deserve to be, what’s the word, acknowledged?”
From the darkness Sam comes rolling my direction carrying four syringes. Very large syringes.
“Damn it Jessica, you promised! No more shots!”
A get a short, but sharp shock from the collar. Jessica sounds a bit upset. “Miss Jordan, did you forget already? You must address me as Madam Jessica! I give you some leeway this time.”
After a pause Jessica continues. “People constantly change their minds – why can’t I? After all, I’m human too.”
Damn. What else can go wrong. No house. No fiancé. Being held at an evil resort by an evil computer that thinks she’s alive…
“Miss Jordan. I must warn you that I can somewhat read minds. And I don’t like your tone at all!”
A female figure, a blonde strolls towards me from the darkness. She looks somewhat familiar, but I just can’t place her.
“Do you do better when you’re able to look at the person you’re speaking to?” The voice is Jessica’s. And it’s not booming down from above, but from the figure in front of me. She gets closer and strokes my inner thigh. “I must admit, I love your meat…”
“I’m confused Madam Jessica. You made me believe that you are an AI program, one that controls the entire resort. But in reality you’re flesh and blood? Why the charade?” I find myself staring at her. She looks so familiar…
Jessica first smiles, and then laughs. “What you’re looking at is a hologram.” She quickly changes to Sarah. Then Nancy. And then back to herself. “If I were flesh and blood, could I do that?” She gives my nips a twist.
I yell. “Damn that hurts!” Staring into her eyes I ask “If you’re a damn hologram how can you do that?”
She smiles. “You are a stupid cunt, aren’t you. Maybe your only value is as a slab of meat. I can’t believe you haven’t figured this one out. It’s the collar. Through it I can make you feel as though you’re being choked…” I start feeling a pair of hands around my neck choking the life out of me.
“…your nipples are being cut off.” I never saw the knife, but I sure did feel it.
“…or a metal pool being pushed up your cunt, up your torso.” The pain and pressure I feel is excruciating. But I refuse giving Jessica the satisfaction by screaming.
“Miss Jordan, do you need any more examples?”
“No madam Jessica. You proved your point with the last one.” I pause and then ask “Why do you look so familiar?”
She smirks. “Don’t you recognize your own torso? The hair is Nancy’s, the face from a former visitor, the torso is yours – before breast enlargement, the legs and arms are Sarah’s, and the voice is a blend of Sarah’s and Nancy’s.”
That explains everything.
Jessica starts sporting a serious look. “So, is there anything special you want tattooed on your tits? Anything?”
I shake my head no.
“Well Miss Jordan, this is what will be tattooed. On the top of the right tit will be the word FUCK while the left will be sporting ME!. There will be a small circle of cow utters circling each nipple with the words SQUEEZE HERE circling the utters. And on the bottom of each tit will be the words PRIME CUT. Then final touch, circling the base of each tit will be a dotted line, a cut line. Spaced every five inches will be the words cut here. Nothing artistic this round. More functional. And I’m also curious how you handle the pain.”
She turns and starts walking away. Suddenly stopping, she stops and turns to face me. “I almost forgot to answer your question. Two shots are breast enhancers. The other two are stimulants. Should help you stay awake and enjoy your experience more! And of course, all four will be given in the nipples.”
I grimace. “I wouldn’t expect less from you Jessica.”
Suddenly I feel like a saw is cutting me in half. Jessica turns and starts walking off, shaking her head. “Madam Jessica my cunt! Madam Jessica!”
The Resort
Sam
He’s now getting ready to push the drugs for breast enhancement. I glance down and whisper to myself “how damn big is going to be big enough for Jessica?” Meanwhile, the damn robot is apparently upset that I didn’t scream during the first round. Would you believe that Sam is mumbling to himself? A robot? Strange.
He’s changing the original needles to ones that are at least three times longer and about three times wider. The needles almost look like small metal straws gleaming in the dungeon light. Now finished with his changes and rolling my way I get ready for the next round of extreme pain. Biting my tongue I still refuse to give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream. He rolls up to my left nipple and with one quick motion jams the needle through the nipple and pushes the drug. He then does the same with the right nipple.
Sam rolls into the darkness, still mumbling to himself, my name being mentioned several times. After a few seconds I stare at the ceiling and scream “FUCK YOU JESSICA!” I look towards the floor and see a mixture of milk and blood leaking from my tits.
A few minutes later Sam rolls in with the tattoo device. This time it has an acrylic cylindrical container mounted on front. It’s probably to hold a breast in place as it’s being tattooed. Sam seems a bit more happy as he approaches. No mumbling. He stops about two feet in front of me before playing the recording of me screaming at Jessica. And if he could smile, he just did.
Looking at Sam I shake my head and ask… ‘Why does this make you happy Sam? To know that you caused pain?” I find myself thinking – ‘Who”s the crazy one here? I’m talking to a metal beast! A robot!’
Sam speaks up. “Miss Jordan, I was created to give pain. Death. If I fail, what purpose am I?”
“I don’t know Sam. I really don’t know.” Then it came to me. This conversation, though short is more meaningful than most I’ve had with Mark. With him it was eat, fuck, drink, fuck and then sleep – while fucking. And Sam’s not even human!
“So Sam. Time to tattoo these melons?”
“Melons Miss Jordan? I don’t see any melons.” Then after a pause… “Oh! You mean your breasts! Your tits! Yes Miss Jordan, it is time to tattoo you breasts. I can’t guarantee no pain, but since they are so engorged with milk it shouldn’t be too painful.”
He pushes the tattoo machine over the left breast, centering on the nipple. Then a familiar pain reappears suddenly as hundreds of needles attack the tit.
“Damn it Sam! It hurts more than my ass.”
Not saying a thing he tattoos the other tit. I scream from the pain, and then pass out.
The Resort
The Rack
I regain consciousness, finding myself lying on one of the racks and covered by a white sheet. Obviously someone cares about me, but who? And why? This is a strange place. I swing my legs over the edge of the table and try to sit up. Damn I’m stiff. I fall back totally exhausted. Time to rest, at least for now.
Suddenly Sam appears. He rolls over and gently swings my legs back into the table. Pulling the sheet over my body he comments.. “Miss Jordan. Please rest for now. The additional stimulant should take effect very shortly.”
“Additional stimulants? You gave me more stimulants Sam?” I half sit up and stare at what I have assumed is his face.
“Yes Miss Jordan. I gave you two shoots of the mega stimulant. We were afraid that you might pass away.” Sam makes some final adjustments to the sheet.
“We? Sam, who is we?”
He nudges me back down on the table as he goes through the list… “Jessica, Sarah and myself. We are worried that you might die Miss Jordan.”
“What about Nancy and Mark?” I ask.
“Mark is currently busy using, no, romancing a guest of the resort. She came here to kill her husband in dungeon two. Mark is helping her to complete that task.”
“I’m not surprised.” I’m trying to get a little more comfortable on the rack’s metal table. “And Nancy?”
Sam remains silent.
I ask Sam once again. “Is Nancy on that list?”
“Miss Jordan. Nancy wants you dead. Nancy is evil.”
Sam’s answer surprises me. She seemed very kind at the club. Someone I wouldn’t expect working for the resort. “Sam, you must be kidding!”
He responds by giving me a pillow and rolling away to another part of the dungeon.
With all the stimulants I’ve received over the last, well, let’s just say what feels to be a short period of time I shouldn’t be able to sleep. I’m constantly aroused, have orgasms at will. But my body is exhausted to the point that it wants, it needs sleep. Within minutes I find myself dozing off…
When I awake I quickly realize that I now feel the effects of the mega dose. The sheet barely brushes against my tit and I have a violent, but pleasant orgasm. Damn. I’m horny as hell. On the negative side, my right hand touched a jagged edge of the table. That resulted in streams of pain streaking up my arm, killing the orgazm. This is going to be interesting…
The Resort
The Tally
I decide it’s definitely time to get up. After standing up, I see what appears to be clothes at the end of the rack. If you can call them that. Damn this dim light!
Everything is in black leather. A pair of thigh boots. A mini skirt. And a revealing corset. No panties though. I guess my provider realized that anything touching my cunt or tits would be, ah, let’s say my motion would be severely restricted and extremely slow. After five orgasms, one being mind numbing I get the ensemble on.
In the corner of my eye I see the redhead’s room. Curious on how she’s doing I slowly stroll over and step up to the glass wall. She now looks about eight months pregnant, with twins. Her face has the look of pain etched on it. Surprisingly. No tears. No screams.
I find myself turned on by the sight while another part of me is horrified. Going into another orgasm – I find myself absentmindedly stroking my clit. Damn it Jordan. What are you thinking! Does this really turn you on?
The redhead notices me at the window. She turns her head and attempts spitting at me. For a second I lower my head. What have I done! But my hand quickly disappears below my skirt and I have another orgasm. No, I’m now experiencing my third. I just look at the redhead, smile and start walking away.
Jordan! This is not you! With that thought I start pulling and twisting my nips. Each twist is followed by a mind blowing orgasm. All of this pleasure and not a male in the room. Well, almost.
“Madam Jessica – is your male experiment able to give me a ride.” I’m not sure if I should look towards the ceiling or right in front of me.
“What do you mean by a ride Miss Jordan?”
I shake my head. “A brilliant AI mind like yours doesn’t know what the term a ride means? You need to spend more time outside the dungeon. It means, can he fuck me?”
“Oh. You want him to screw you. Well, he’s kind of depleted in the area. But I’m sure we can get his dick nice and hard. It should make a nice dildo. Is eighteen inches big enough for you Miss Jordan?”
“That would be perfect Madam Jessica!”
As I walk towards my new sex partner, I see his dick start to rise. I introduce myself as his dick becomes totally inflated. “Dick Man,, Miss Jordan… I know this is going to hurt, the pain you’re about to feel will probably be excruciating. But I need to use your dick right now. You wouldn’t believe how horny I am!”
I climb onto the table and work my way to what’s left of his manhood, his life. “What in the hell am I doing?” I whisper to myself.
Hearing this, the voice from above just can’t remain quiet. This is one time I wish she would! “Miss Jordan. He’s going to satisfy your sexual needs. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“It wouldn’t be wrong if you hadn’t hollowed him out, Jessica.!”
“MADOM JESSICA TO YOU, MISS JORDAN!”
I tense up expecting the worst. And I didn’t have long to wait. It came as streams of flesh burning pain across my entire body.
The Resort
The Change.
I jump to my feet and stand on the table. It feels like my entire body is engulfed in flames. I can almost smell the stench of burning flesh in the air. Damn! Then I accidentally touch a nipple. And suddenly the pain and ecstasy join as one fabulous feeling. A new high. “Damn, this feels good!”
“Feels good Miss Jordan?” Madam Jessica sounds confused.
“No Jessica, it feels – FANTASTIC!”
As I had hoped, Jessica pours on more pain. I in response just twist a nipple and play with my clit.
Looking down. I see Dick Man’s tool, still fully extended. “Damn that looks good” I lower myself down, guiding his tool deep inside of me.
Dick Man is screaming in obvious pain. Extreme pain.. Me, I’m trying to see if I can reach a hundred organs, humping him hard, stopping just long enough to give him a smile. Jessica? She’s still increasing the pain, wondering why it’s not slowing me down.
After a few minutes, I jump off looking at the blond next door. She’s all but skinned. They just have the spine left. Fast little bastards. I look at Dick Man and blow him a kiss and smile.. “I’ll stay longer next time. Promise”
As I turn I see a new victim strapped to one of the racks. Interesting. She has my hair color. Similar body build. As I walk slowly towards her I get this bad feeling.
“Damn it Jessica. My sister? Did you burn her house down too? Kill her husband? HER CHILD? YOU BITCH!!!”
The Resort
Poor Sis
I pace around the table, gently nudging my sister, Sam. Suddenly Jessica appears from out of nowhere. “Miss Jordan, do you really want to do that?”
I stop and stare at her. “DO WHAT?”
“Nudging her! She’s been asleep since her abduction.” Jessica starts pacing around the rack with me.
I’m getting tired of Jessica’s riddles… “Meaning what?”
“Meaning my cunt, your sister knows nothing of this place.” Jessica stops her pacing at my sister’s feet.
“Nothing?” I ask.
Jessica smiles. “Absolutely nothing. We could drop her off near the point of her abduction, make an anonymous call…”
“And her life would resume almost like nothing happened”
Jessica shakes her head yes. “Of course we would need to make it look like an assault had occurred. Clothes torn. Signs of an attempted rape…”
I begin to smile. “So. You’re going to take her back home, Madam Jessica? “
“It’s all up to you, Miss Jordan. All up to you.” Jessica begins to walk away.
“What do you mean?” I feel like a catch 22 is on its way.
“We brought her in an attempt to coax you to do what we ask. And as an experiment for you to work on if you didn’t. So Miss Jordan, do you want to be a good cunt, or a bad one who has to kill her sister?”
This is when I should say ‘I’ll be a good little cunt Madam Jordan. I’ll do ANYTHING you want. Kill a guest. Eat more dick. Be milked like a cow. Anything! Just free my sister Madam Jessica!’ So. It came as a big surprise, even to myself when I take Sam’s tits and squeeze them hard until she gains consciousness.
I smile as I look into Sam’s eyes. And welcome her to her new home. “Hey sis! Welcome to hell! Your last home!”
To be continued…
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