Samantha awoke to find she was helplessly hanging by iron wrists shackles, her naked body arched uncomfortably backward across a large, iron studded, wood wheel. As she struggled to remember how she’d ended up in this horrifying dungeon Samantha kept seeing brief glimpses of her past but nothing that made any sense, it was almost felt as if someone had shrouded her memories in fog intentionally concealing her own past from her.
It was then that Samantha heard the familiar sound known to anyone who’s watched a horror movie, the metal on metal creaking sound of rusted hinges as an ancient unused door opens. Twisting her head to peer toward the source of the sound Samantha watched in fear as moments later a man, dressed in black leather pants and face concealing executioner’s hood emerged from the darkness. And yet, it was the woman who followed that sent an ominous sense of terror coursing through Samantha’s mind. Impossibly tall and dressed in skin-tight black leather from the neck down, her long flaming red hair done up in a tight ponytail, the woman was hauntingly beautiful and yet despite her beauty somehow she seemed utterly inhuman.
Samantha felt her heartbeat quicken as the woman’s eyes glowed bright red and Samantha suddenly heard a woman’s voice in her mind, “Good evening Samantha and welcome to the darkest depths of the Mesopotamian Underworld’s dungeons, I am Ereshkigal, the ancient Sumerian goddess of death and the ruler of the Underworld. I’m here to make you a once in eternity offer, the opportunity for you to finally embrace your true nature.”
Samantha stared into Ereshkigal’s glowing eyes in utter confusion, embrace my true nature? How, when about the only thing I can remember is my first name? Utterly confused, Samantha suddenly noticed a look of evil anticipation appear on Ereshkigal’s impossibly beautiful face as her glowing eyes seemed to grow even brighter.
Suddenly the fog concealing her memories disappeared and Samantha wept as she watched her life flashing before her eyes. Born to wealth she’d lived a life of luxury and yet a frustrating life of unfulfilled desires. Growing up addicted to horror movies Samantha secretly fantasized about dying in an Inquisition dungeon, or on the knife of a brutal serial killer, or even being abducted and spending a few quality days being slowly tortured to death by some twisted evil maniac. Still, Samantha smiled as she recalled the painfully horrific way she’d actually ended up dying...
She’d been on vacation in Barcelona when she’d toured that museum dedicated to the horrors of the Inquisition. For the most part the tour turned out to be a disappointment, the usual collection of badly rusted torture implements stored within nitrogen filled glass cases before large drawing showing how was used. It was the usual assortment of medieval instruments of torture, head crushers, knee splitters, vaginal pears, lead sprinklers, thumb screws and breast rippers. There was even a badly decayed rack that was missing the chains and manacles used to stretch its victims.
Still it wasn’t until the final part of the tour that things started to become interesting. Here the Inquisitions cruel instruments of torture had been carefully restored and displayed in a recreation of the Barcelona Inquisition’s actual dungeon. Samantha felt her heartbeat racing as she walked among these barbaric instruments of torment. These were the inspiration of her darkest erotic fantasies, and here in this museum, all carefully restored, almost as if awaiting their next victim.
Then, as the tour ended, Samantha suddenly knew how she wanted to die, not in her fantasies but for real.
“And this fiendishly brutal instrument of torturous death is the Judas Cradle that once graced the Inquisition’s dungeons right here in Barcelona. It’s said that well over a thousand women confessed while seated upon the cradle with over one hundred women executed upon it.”
Unable to stop herself Samantha smiled, “Interesting, so how exactly was it used for executions?”
“The victim would be stripped naked, with her wrist bound tightly together behind her back. They would crank the shaft down until the woman was able to straddle the tip with its point pressing upward into either her vagina or rectum. Holding the victim steady they’d crank the cradle upward until the tip forced its victim up onto her toes and then bind her ankles together behind the shaft before cranking the shaft all the way up leaving the victim helplessly suspended high in the air.”
The tour guide suddenly paused in surprise as he watched Samantha reach up and lightly caress the Judas Cradle’s smooth metal tip with her fingertips.
“Victims would instinctively try to grip the cradle’s tip between their inner thighs in a desperate futile attempt to keep it from slipping deeper into their bodies. Eventually, despite the victim’s struggles, their own weight would force the cradles tip to slowly slip deeper, stretching the violated orifice wider and wider until finally the victim’s flesh would begin to tear. The end would come quickly, the cradle’s tip slipping upward through the woman’s guts until it ruptured her diaphragm and entered her chest. Then, no longer able to breathe the victim suffocates and dies within minutes.”
The tour guide noticed the excitement in Samantha’s voice as she asked, “How long did it usually take for them to die?”
“Most women lasted about a day and a half however executioners often quicken their victim’s deaths by hanging weights from their ankles.” Pausing for a moment he concluded, “And if there are no more questions, I would like to thank you for your time and interest, this concludes the museum tour.”
Noticing Samantha lingering by the Judas Cradle the tour guide walked over, “Excuse me Miss the museum is closing in a few minutes but I couldn’t help noticing your fascination with our Judas Cradle exhibit, perhaps if you’re interested I might give you a more intimate tour of the museum’s exhibits once we’ve closed.”
Smiling Samantha replied, “That would be lovely and please it’s not Miss but Samantha or if you like Sam.”
Smiling the tour guide replied, “Be at the west entrance of the museum at 6:15 tonight, this is the last tour on Friday and the museum will be closed until Monday afternoon, I promise you a tour that will last a lifetime.”
Samantha managed to last through almost 40 hours of agonizing torment before the cartilage linking the front of her hip bones finally tore under the Judas Cradle’s unrelenting pressure allowing the Cradle’s large iron tip to slowly dislocate Samantha’s hip bones until it finally ripped her cervical muscles apart as it slid upward into her guts. Samantha quickly sank down onto the Cradle, its massive tip rupturing Samantha’s diaphragm and wedging itself upward into the bottom of her ribcage. No longer able to breathe Samantha’s life ended a few minutes later. Or, so she thought...
Closing her eyes for a moment Samantha took several deep breaths she opened her eyes and thought, “So, how did I come to end up here in the Mesopotamian Underworld and did you mention an offer?”
Ereshkigal smiled darkly, “It was you utter willingness to embrace your brutally torturous demise that drew my attention. Accept my offer of eternal youth and beauty, become one of my willing pleasure slaves, but know that this offer comes with a dark and terrible price. Eternal youth and beauty, your days filled with unimagined erotic delight, but the cost, an eternity of nights filled with unspeakably painful torturous mutilation and death within the Underworld’s dungeon torture chambers ancient blood soaked walls merely for my personal amusement.”
Staring into Ereshkigal’s glowing eyes Samantha smiled, all she had to do was agree and she’d actually get to live all her darkest erotic fantasies, how could she possible refuse, “How could I refuse such an interesting offer, I accept.”
Samantha could hear the amusement in Ereshkigal’s thoughts as she gestured toward the man wearing the executioner’s hood, “I’d like to introduce you to one of my trusted servants, this is Hans Gruber. Hans served as an Inquisition torturer during the 30 years’ war. Hans was renowned for his skill with the rack, extracting confessions of heresy from hundreds of women before they burned at the stake. Since first recruiting Hans back in 1638, he’s become a true artist when it comes to inflicting pain.”
In the long torturous hours that followed Samantha discovered a new level of suffering she never imagined possible. Hans was a true artist, patient and utterly cruel. Tightening the rack to draw Samantha’s body painfully taut he patiently waited until the unrelenting tension completely exhausted her, then every few hours he carefully tightened the rack just one or two notches more to the sound of Samantha’s screams. Over the long hours that followed the unrelenting and gradually increasing tension slowly dislocated the joints in her arms and legs, the muscles of her body slowly failing until finally her abdominal muscles tore loose from her ribcage. No longer able to breath, Samantha finally died a few minutes later.
Samantha quickly learned one of the darker aspects of Ereshkigal’s diabolical offer. Accept Ereshkigal’s offer to become one of her willing a pleasure slaves and you become trapped in an endless cycle of libertine excess. And while your days of erotic delight seem to last about twelve hours, the nights of unimaginable torture last until you die. And in the Mesopotamian Underworld’s dungeon torture chambers death rarely comes easily and it never comes quickly...