I knew I’d eventually end up here, well actually I’ve know I’d eventually end up here for the last 365 days to be exact. You see it was on this very night one year ago today, that I found myself transported to this dark and evil place, this ancient castle in the mountains of Romania, there to willingly sign a contract with the Devil, a contract written and signed in blood, my blood.

This last year was everything I’d longed for and more. As my contract specified, the Devil made me beautiful, he made me rich, and he gave me a year to live the life I’d so desperately desired. Of course, there was a catch, when you sell your soul to the Devil the Devil is always in the details. One could say that while the Devil fulfilled all I’d desired, he’d also made me Hell on heels, literally.

I’ll always remember the Devil’s response at hearing my request, “So Olivia, I see for the most part you’re interested in the usual arrangements. You get a year of beauty and riches in exchange for your soul, but it’s this last part that I find so unusual and so utterly intriguing.

The Devil paused for a brief moment as I felt his eyes peering into the depths of my soul before he continued, “I will grant your request, and I’ll even agree that after your year is up, to indulge you in your masochistic nightmares in the pits of Hell for all eternity. But, there’s a price.”

I could almost sense the delight in the Devil’s voice as he gleefully continued, “I will grant all that you desire, but know that your soul alone isn’t sufficient payment for what you seek. You must agree to become a Succubus, a dark corrupter of souls. Over the coming year, as the sun sets, you will be compelled to seek those whose immortal souls are untainted by the stain of mortal sin, those who otherwise would forever remain faithful to their vows of holy matrimony and seduce them into willingly committing the mortal sin of adultery. Bring me my 365 souls, one for every night in the coming year, souls forever dammed to the fires of Hell by their own actions and I will grant you the eternity of torment you so desperately seek.”

So, what’s a girl to do, walk away from a year of erotic excess followed an eternity of masochistic fulfillment, or happily sign away her soul, but since you’re reading this you already know the answer.

Anyway, I awoke the next morning to find myself in the opulent bedroom of a tastefully decorated park side west penthouse. I was rich, I was beautiful, the devil granted all that I’d requested. That afternoon, as I stood on the balcony as the sun slowly set, I found myself eager to begin fulfilling my part of the Devil’s Faustian bargain. Not that it turned out to be all that difficult, I’m a Succubus after all, I just needed to make eye contact, smile seductively and their souls were as good as mine.

All of which brings us back to tonight. It was midnight and I’d just heard the clock starting to chime when suddenly I found myself once again back at my dark master’s castle in the mountains of Romania but this time shackled helplessly within the confines of this fiendishly torturous iron maiden. And despite his halfhearted platitudes I know what the Devil intends, to torture me to death in this iron maiden, to make me grovel and beg for mercy so that he can renege on our unholy contract.

When you make a contract with the Devil always read all the fine print, especially the penalty clause, before you willingly sign away your immortal soul. In my case, failure on my part to fulfill my part of contract obligations renders the final part of the contract null and void. If I failed to deliver all 365 souls required souls, or fail to embrace the eternity of torturous delights I professed to desire, I would end up as the Devil so eloquently described, “Standing nipple rings deep in a lake of fire for all eternity.”

In the distance I could hear the ringing of the bells in castle’s watch tower as they rang for the twelfth and final time, signaling the end of my year and the start of the final clause of my unholy contract with the Devil.

Suddenly as the sound of the bells faded into silence, a hideously terrifying monster stepped out of the darkness and stood before me. Instinctively, I realized the Devil had cast aside his human disguise, that I was finally seeing him as he truly was for the first time.

“Olivia, my sexy little Succubus, you’ve done well, I thank you for those 365 souls that you’ve forever tainted with the mortal sin of adultery. Once these souls belonged to the one true God but now, thanks to your seductive efforts, they are now mine and doomed to burn in the fires of Hell.”

Pausing to smile darkly, the Devil continued, “As to our little arrangement, you have only one last obligation to fulfill before I grant you the eternity of torment you so desperately long for.”

Suddenly, Olivia heard the metallic squeal of ancient rusted hinges starting to move as the heavy spike lined doors of the iron maiden began to close.

Sensing Olivia’s growing terror, the Devil laughed as he said, “Die in unrelenting agony my Succubus, in only a day or two at most, death will come for you and we will be reunited in the depths of Hell.”

Olivia felt her heartbeat race as the iron maiden’s heavy doors slowly continued to close and yet, despite her growing terror, deep in her heart Olivia realized, that the long repressed masochistic part of her longed to endure this diabolically torturous demise, that deep down she longed to die screaming in the kind of unrelenting agony that the iron maiden would provide.

Glancing up into the Devil’s waiting eyes Olivia could sense her master’s eager anticipation, anticipation that despite her fear she knew they both shared.

Olivia continued to watch in horrified anticipation as the maiden’s deadly doors slowly continued to close. A sharp gasp of terror escaped her sensuous full lips as Olivia shifted slightly within the maiden’s claustrophobic confines in an unconscious attempt to distance herself from the approaching spikes only to feel the cold sharp points the spikes that lined the back of the iron maiden pressing into the smooth unblemished skin of her upper back.

Olivia’s high pitched screams echoed off the castle’s ancient stone walls as she felt the iron maiden’s razor-sharp spikes beginning to penetrate her helplessly bound body. The pain quickly exploding into unbearable agony as the cruel spikes sank steadily deeper into her flesh accompanied by the feel of warm wetness as blood slowly trickled down into the cleavage of her breasts.

Olivia felt tears starting to well up in her eyes as the heavy doors of the iron maiden finally closed with a dull ominous thump. The iron maiden’s fiendishly cruel spikes stabbed deep into her pain racked body from all sides extending from her shoulders all the way down to her ankles. The inescapable agony went far beyond anything she’d ever imagined enduring in even her darkest masochistic nightmares.

Staring out the still open faceplate of the iron maiden, Olivia listen to the sounds of the Devil locking her within the maiden’s torturously deadly confines. Then, as the Devil reached to close the maiden’s faceplate, their eyes met and Olivia couldn’t help but notice the look of utterly inhuman cruelty in his eyes.

The Devil closed the faceplate trapping Olivia in darkness, the sound of the final lock of the iron maiden snapping closed sealing her diabolically torturous fate.

Alone within the darkened claustrophobic confines of the iron maiden Olivia’s screamed in unrelenting agony, the slightest movement of her mutilated body against the maiden’s flesh impaling spikes sending unbearable waves of searing pain coursing through her tormented mind. Even when she’d first agreed to the Devil’s terms she’d never imagined anything could be as diabolically agonizing as this, never imagined it possible to endure this level of torment.

As Olivia’s long hours of agonizing torture progressed, the muffled sounds of her desperate screams gradually faded, slowly replaced by whimpers and cries of unimagined torment and anguish. The agonizing pain far exceeded any hope Olivia once had of deriving any kind of masochistic enjoyment out this brutal torture.

And yet, what terrified Olivia the most remained the Devil’s final words to her as the heavy doors of the iron maiden started to close, “in only a day or two at most, death will come...”, a day or two at most? Try as she might she couldn’t imagine enduring this level of brutal torment for that long.

It was well into the afternoon of Olivia’s second torturous day within the brutal spike lined confines of the iron maiden. Hours had passed since her final whimpers of pain escaped her lips, utterly exhausted she no longer had the energy to cry out. Now, with every breath she found it becoming progressively harder to breathe and yet, even as Olivia’s mortal life entered its final torturous hours, her thoughts still returned to the Devil’s final words, “in only a day or two at most, death will come”, a day or two at most?

Hours later, Olivia’s final thought as she surrendered to the darkness, “Torture this agonizingly brutal, with torment this painfully exquisite, it’s so sad that it can only last for a day or two...”

Sensing Olivia’s imminent demise, somewhere in the darkest depths of Hell, the Devil laughed with evil anticipation, “Soon Olivia, my little pain slut, I will introduce you to Hell’s torturous delights, some that will make you whimper, and many that will make you scream. And I promise we’ll have all eternity to enjoy all those that make you scream the hardest...”