Take a beautiful, willing, and scantily clad damsel in distress. One that’s fated to endure an obscenely slow and painfully agonizing demise, locked within this terrifying medieval instrument
of torturous death, the agonizingly diabolic Iron Maiden. Add a skilled and cruelly sadistic executioner, and we have all the makings of a brutally entertaining and fiendishly bloody “Gimp,”
Girl in Mortal Peril storyline.
In a few moments, this story’s brutal agonizing tale will commence with the executioner tying my wrists together behind my back before opening the Iron Maiden and strapping me tightly within
its claustrophobic confines. Then, helplessly trapped, I’ll stare in mounting terror as he slowly closes its horrifying spike-lined door. Moments later, the Iron Maiden’s door locks closed,
sealing my fate as it drives its rows of razor-sharp spikes deep into my body and eyes.
The excruciating hours of suffering will become long days of obscene, unrelenting agony as my high-pitched screams slowly fade to soft, desperate cries. Helplessly impaled upon the Iron Maiden’s
brutally cruel spikes, I slowly bleed to death for my executioner’s amusement.
Days spent enduring a slow, horrifyingly agonizing death within this obscenely brutal Iron Maiden, simply for my killer’s sickly twisted amusement. All this sounds erotically enticing since
it’s one of my darkest masochistic desires...