It's Gina's first night in the dungeon torture chambers of the Mesopotamian Underworld and already she's far beyond her most nightmarish masochistic limits. Chained to an ancient torture rack she screams helplessly as Nergal, the ancient Sumerian god of war and pestilences, smiles down at her as he cruelly tightness the rack another hideous notch. Already painfully suspended above the rack's rough wooden planks, Gina screams out as she feels her shoulders threatening to separate under the rack's brutal unrelenting tension.
The searing agony is overwhelming, the pain threatening to turn her into little more than a screaming piece of meat. Instinctively Gina knows that if Nergal draws the rack just one notch tighter her shoulders will dislocate. With her sexy young body already stretched tighter then a bowstring, Gina is surprised when Nergal pauses, only then does she hear the sound of high heels against the dungeon's ancient stone floor.
Turning her head, Gina watches helplessly as Ereshkigal walks out of the surrounding darkness. And despite the brutality of the rack's agonizing torment that she's already enduring, Gina feels a blood curdling chill pass though her taunt body at the sight of the obscene instrument of torture Ereshkigal is holding casually in her leather gloved hand. Gina had read about the Pear and its diabolical use, but never in her wildest nightmares had she ever thought she'd experience one.
Seeing the look of unimagined horror evident in Gina's lovely face, Nergal smiles darkly. With all eternity stretched before her, only now does Gina fully comprehend the true nature of the obscenely deadly bargain she'd entered into. Not to worry little one, in time you'll remember this night as merely a subtle introduction into the eternity of agonizing torment that lies ahead.