I'm still not sure what I did to piss Ereshkigal off this badly but for the last thousand evenings or so, the Trolls have kept delivering me to the Minotaur's torture chamber. And every night I'm dressed the same, wearing nothing but white stockings and high heels. The trolls drag me into the torture chamber, where they manacle me across a raised wooden saddle on my stomach and force an oversized, scream muffling, white ballgag deep within my mouth. Alone and helplessly bound, the Trolls leave me to await the sunset and the Minotaur's arrival.

I guess, in his own sadistic way, the Minotaur is something of an artist. Perhaps that's the real reason the death goddess Ereshkigal chose to give this ancient mythological creature life. I know that as one of Ereshkigal's pleasure slaves it's not my place to judge but, lately I've come to believe that, with the exception of the goddess, the Minotaur may be the most brutal and sadistic of the Mesopotamian Underworld's creatures.

Hideously strong and endowed with a cock of terrifyingly monstrous proportions, the Minotaur is a vial rapist who wastes no time with foreplay. Entering the torture chamber the Minotaur immediately positions himself between my widely spread thighs, his monstrous already erect cock poised to violate my sex, and takes me.

As he enters me, the Minotaur's cock feels so massive and hard that it almost like being raped with a baseball bat. With each brutal thrust I can feel the thick head of the Minotaur's cock advancing steadily deeper into the intimate depths of my sex, his cock's only lubrication my blood as I feel the walls of my vagina being slowly and methodically torn apart. Of course, you don't fully appreciate the true horror of what's happening until you feel the massive head of his cock pressing against your cervix.

Through the long nights of torturous and unrelenting rape I've learned that when the Minotaur's claws digging into the flanks of my hips, the real brutality of the night is about to begin. No longer satisfied with the mere destruction of my vagina, the Minotaur's next thrust ruptures the muscles of my cervix allowing the thick head of his cock to tear my uterus apart as I'm impaled on the full length of his obscenely long cock, it's massive shaft already deep within the churning depths of my guts.

Even though I've long ago become a devote masochist in ways that only a pleasure slave of the death goddess can truly appreciate, nothing could ever prepared me for the sickening sensation of the Minotaur's massive cock moving within the intestine filled depths of my abdominal cavity as he continues to rape me.

Ironically, he seems to have taken a sadistic liking to the way I struggle against him as he violates the depths of my tormented young body, the way each new thrust into my squirming guts exacts another high-pitched scream of unspeakable agony from my lips.

It will be hours before the Minotaur finally climaxes within my mutilated guts, the unending torrent of cum exploding from his cock like an agonizing mixture of white hot molten steel and flesh searing acid. And then, when I've just convinced myself it can't get any worse, the agonizingly fiendish poison within his cum begins to enter my bloodstream and I can feel my entire body going into one long and unrelentingly painful convulsion until I finally die.

Through the long centuries of torturous servitude that I've endured as one of Ereshkigal's willing pleasure slaves within the brutal dungeon torture chambers of the Mesopotamian Underworld, I've learned that the goddess Ereshkigal is not without her own especially sadistic sense of fiendish humor. Perhaps Ereshkigal considers it darkly amusing that I'm wearing white while being raped to death each night by the Minotaur. But, then again, the goddess was also "kind" enough to keep reanimating me with my damn hymen intact.