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While no stranger to the obscenely agonizing delights found within the Underworld’s dungeon torture chambers Gretchen still felt a sudden sense of unimaginable terror coursing through her as she materialized within one of the Underworld’s countless dungeon torture chambers. Despite having died thousands of time within the Mesopotamian Underworld’s blood soaked torture chambers this was the first night Gretchen faced death by impalement.
Entering the torture chamber Vlad smiled at the obvious look of terror already visible within Gretchen’s eyes as she stared in horror at the ominously torturous impalement post, “Since this the first time you’re going to suffer impalement let me explain what’s going to happen. First I’m going to tie your wrists and ankles then, carrying you onto the platform I’m going to lift you over the impalement post and impale you vaginally, forcing your body down until the tip of the post reaches your cervix.”
Smiling darkly at the look of utter horror in Gretchen’s eyes, Vlad continued, “You’ll find that just as the tip of post enters the throat of your cervical canal, the toes of your shoes will just manage to reach the platform.” Pausing to tie Gretchen’s wrists tightly together behind her back, “I will leave you standing there on your toes, struggling to keep the tip of the impalement post from slipping deeper into your body, until I see your calves starting to tremble. At that moment I will push the platform out from under your feet.”
With Gretchen’s wrists bound Vlad knelt down, sliding the palms of his hands down along the back seams of Gretchen’s stocking clad legs before securely binding her ankles, “With the platform’s support removed you will feel a sudden explosion of agonizing pain deep within your belly as the full weight of your body caused the unyielding tip of the impalement post to press painfully upward into your cervical canal. The pain will cause you to instinctively grip the impalement post’s shaft between your knees and insteps in what you will quickly discover to be an utterly futile attempt to keep yourself from sinking slowly deeper onto the post’s invading tip.”
Standing, Vlad felt Gretchen trembling as he picked her up in his arms and carried her up the platform’s steps, “And one of the most delightful things I’ve come to discover, in my long centuries here in the Mesopotamian Underworld, is that all of Ereshkigal's willing pleasure slaves struggle against the inevitable, it doesn’t matter if it’s their first time being impaled or their thousandth night spend dying upon the impalement post, they always struggle.”
Staring into Vlad’s cold eyes, a faint gasp escaped Gretchen’s lips as she felt the impalement post’s shaft sliding upward against the insides of her thighs, its cold steel tip slipping into the wet aroused depths of her sex, the sudden dull ache as it’s tip reached her cervix causing Gretchen to desperately stretch her legs until the toes of her high heels reached the edge of the platform. Overcome by the enticing mix of terror and carnal need coursing through her mind, Gretchen could already feeling her calves starting to tremble as she leaned forward until their lips met, their tongues intertwining in a sudden desperately passionate kiss.
Hiding her delight at the unexpected look of surprise on Vlad’s face as their long passionate kiss finally ended, Gretchen felt her heart racing with almost eager anticipation as she watched Vlad walk down the platform’s steps and rested his hands against the edge of the platform as he paused for a long moment to admire the shape of Gretchen’s desperately trembling calves. The sudden tightening of his grip as she felt the wooden planks of the platform start to slide beneath souls of her high heels as Vlad started the platform moving. Suddenly the platform slipped from beneath Gretchen’s toes and she screamed in agony as the unyielding tip of the impalement post tried to force its way upward into her cervical canal, her knees and insteps instinctively clamping to desperately grip the impalement post as tightly as she could manage. -
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Gretchen cried out as she discovered, as had countless pleasure slaves over the long millennia, that her stocking clad thighs combined with her bound ankles to make it diabolically impossible to prevent her slow steady impalement. The pain was exquisite, the smooth long tip of the impalement post painfully forcing the muscles of Gretchen’s cervix to dilate as it’s deadly shaft gradually slipped deeper into her cervical canal.
Even as she struggled against the inevitable, Gretchen fully understood the horrifying hopelessness of her efforts, the almost diabolical way the smooth silkiness of her stocking prevented her knees for gaining purchase against the polished steel of the impalement post’s shaft, the fiendishly effective way the ropes binding her ankles reduced her ability to grip the shaft between the insteps of her shoes.
Screaming in terror Gretchen gripped the impalement post tightly between her knees as she felt a sudden, obscenely painful, tearing sensation deep within her belly, the muscles of her cervix finally surrendering to the unrelenting pressure as Gretchen’s body slowly slipped deeper unto the impalement post’s invading shaft. -
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During the long and torturous hours that followed, Gretchen’s desperate struggles, aided by her corset’s strict compression of her insides, slowed but never completely stopped the sharp advancing tip of the impalement post’s progress. The sickening sensation as that cold steel shaft gradually slipped deeper and deeper into her obscenely violated body. The unrelenting and inescapable agony steadily growing as the impalement post advanced until, screaming helplessly, Gretchen felt the tip of the post pushing upward through her diaphragm and into her chest.
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Within mere moments the tip of the impalement post slid safely upward through Gretchen’s chest, missing both lungs and her heart and reached the underside of Gretchen’s trachea. Gretchen felt a sickening crunching sensation as the sharp tip of the post broke through the underside of her trachea and started to advance up through her throat. Suddenly Gretchen started to gag as the post’s tip forced her head back as it slipped past her tonsils, the thick shaft pressing her tongue down as it forced her mouth open.
No longer able to scream Gretchen watched in agonizing horror as the tip of the shaft slipped upward out of her mouth. Moments later, and despite the unrelenting agony she was enduring, Gretchen desperately tried to blink back the tears as she helplessly watched the gleaming steel tip of the impalement post sliding upward into view just as her feet finally reached the torture chamber’s floor. -
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Staring up at the tip of the impalement post protruding obscenely from her mouth Gretchen suddenly realized the long hours of unspeakable horror she’d already endured were little more than tortuous foreplay, merely the start of her long and diabolically torturous ordeal. That now Gretchen could happily look forward to enduring several long agonizing days of torturous suffering before finally dying.
Struggling not to choke on the saliva pooling around the thick metal shaft filling her throat, Gretchen was already fantasizing about her next time with Vlad, delightful thoughts of seducing Vlad adding an erotic taste of masochistic pleasure to the unrelenting agony she was is helplessly enduring...