It was just after midnight when Jill leaned back and smiled with satisfaction as she completed the final revisions to her latest script, but she already knew this was going to be her best video production ever.

The storyline was deliciously evil, Jill a beautiful American spy, captured in Nazi Germany at the height of the Second World War. Taken to a secret Gestapo torture chamber Jill endures hours of brutal unrelenting torture at the hands of two beautiful Nazi interrogators in a futile attempt to make her reveal the names of her secret underground contacts. Unable to make Jill to reveal her contacts the night takes a darker and far more perilous turn for the worse. Pausing to insure that the torture chamber’s hidden cameras were still recording the proceedings for their Fuhrer’s enjoyment, her tormentors smiled as they pushed a thick leather gag deep into Jill’s mouth. Jill watches helplessly as her two Nazis tormentors once again raise their clubs, the look in their cruel eyes leaving no doubt that her interrogation was finally over and all that remains is her death.

Closing her eyes Jill fantasized about what would truly be like to die an agonizingly torturous death like the spy in her latest story. For as long as she remembered dark fantasies, fantasies of unrelenting torture and brutal inescapable death, haunted her every dream. It was then that she heard a faint voice whisper, “What would you give if you could truly live out your fantasies?”

Startled by the voice Jill opened her eyes and frantically looked around her office but she was alone. Looking at the time Jill shut down her computer and thought, “Great now I’m hearing voices, I really need a vacation.” It was then that she heard the voice whispering again, “I can give you all that you desire, eternal life and beauty, endless days filled with unimagined carnal delights, endless nights filled with agonizing torture and death, an unending cycle of pleasure and pain for all eternity.”

Jill felt her heart racing at the thought of such an existence, the very thought of being able live such a life intensely arousing and yet unspeakably terrifying. Jill found the offer profoundly compelling and utterly irresistible but she also understood that if she took the time to think about it the terror of the unknown would inevitably win out. Knowing deep down she needed to act before she lost her nerve, Jill simply whispered “Yes” and watched as the world around her fade to darkness.

Jill awoke to find herself alone, dangling helplessly between two metal posts her wrists and ankles locked in unyielding steel restraints, the chill of the cool night air against her bare skin, the muscles of her jaw already aching from the strain of the oversized leather gag filling her mouth. She quickly discovered that if she stretched she could just reach the floor with her toes and relieve some of the pressure on her wrists.

It was then that she heard the sound of approaching footsteps, the distinctive sound of stiletto heels clicking against the hard surface of the floor.

Despite her helpless position Jill found herself giggling behind her gag at the sight of the first two women who walked into the torture chamber. Clad in heels and revealing black leather outfits the two women looked like a pair of Dominatrix who’d just stepped out of a North Hollywood dungeon, but there was also something about their eyes, something unexpected, something darker, something evil. However, it was the third woman who entered the torture chamber that Jill found terrifying. It wasn't merely that she was dressed from head to foot in skintight black leather, it was the woman’s eyes, inhuman eyes, eyes devoid of compassion or pity, eyes that seemed to glow with the fires of hell itself.

Standing directly in front of Jill that terrifying woman smiled darkly as she said, “I am Ereshkigal the ancient Sumerian goddess of death and the ruler of the Mesopotamian Underworld. Jill you must accept that the life you once knew is gone forever. Once you willingly accepted my emissary’s offer of eternal life here in the Mesopotamian Underworld you became one of my pleasure slaves. Embrace your fate and I will gift you with eternal youth and beauty, endless days filled with unimagined carnal delights, endless nights filled with agonizing torture and death, the Mesopotamian Underworld’s unending cycle of pleasure and pain. Refuse me and you will be cast out of this palace, doomed to forever wander the fog shrouded void of the Underworld alone.”

Gesturing toward her two companions Ereshkigal continued, “These two delightfully sadistic women are Freya and Gretchen. Infamously referred to as Heinrich Himmler’s Valkyries until their untimely demise in early 1945, many considered them to be the Gestapo’s premiere interrogation team. Personally tasked by Himmler to investigate acts of treason from within the Nazi party thousands died within their blood soaked torture chamber.”

Watching helplessly as Freya and Gretchen casually selected clubs from a nearby table Jill felt an overwhelming mix of emotions coursing through her body, her terror was overwhelming but she also felt a deep undercurrent almost sexual longing as she realized what lay in store.

See the sudden understanding in Jill's eyes the goddess of death laughed as she continued, “I really did enjoyed your final story Jill, but here in the torture chambers of the Mesopotamian Underworld you'll find that we tend to skip the interrogation phase and move straight to the slow agonizing death. I’m going to let Freya and Gretchen spend a few hours warming you up, and then you and I will spend a few hours of quality time together. That is, at least until you die. ”

Pausing to select a massive hammer from the table Ereshkigal continued, “I think tomorrow night you should experience one of the Mesopotamian Underworld's more traditional forms of torturous death, I'm looking forward to introducing you to another fiendish individual I saw fit to rescue from an eternity wandering the endless void of the Underworld . I’m sure you and Vlad will soon become well acquainted and I do look forward to seeing how well you can handle impalement.”

Jill watched in helpless resignation as Freya and Gretchen raised their clubs, it was going to be a long and incredibly painful night, she could hardly wait...