Nicole felt her knees go weak as the goddess Ereshkigal escorted her into the dungeon torture chamber. A medieval iron maiden, something from her darkest most masochistic nightmares, stood silently waiting in the cold stillness of the subterranean torture chamber before her. Unable to speak, Nicole could only stare in horror at the obscenely cruel instrument of torturous death that awaited her.

Nicole suddenly realized the way she was dressed made complete and utterly horrifying sense. In Nicole's darkest and most closely guarded masochistic fantasies she'd always faced the iron maiden dressed as she was now. And while the way she was dress was incredibly erotic, the waist crushing corset, thong panties, seamed silk stockings and painfully tall high heels provided no protection from the razor sharp spikes that lined the fiendishly brutal iron maiden standing before her.

Ereshkigal smiled as she sensed the complete and unrelenting terror emanating from Nicole's mind. Such a naive little slut, did Nicole actually imagine that this, her first night of servitude in the Mesopotamian Underworld's dungeon torture chambers, would be something she'd actually enjoy. Like so many other pleasure slaves that preceded her, Nicole actually believed that the agonizing torments she'd so willing endured in her fantasies would have prepared her to accept her destined place of willing servitude in the Mesopotamian Underworld's horrifyingly brutal dungeons.

Terrified beyond reason, Nicole opened her mouth to scream when an unexpected sense of masochistically erotic completeness filled her senses. In that timeless moment Nicole suddenly found the ominously waiting iron maiden no longer horrifying. She knew from her fantasies that death in the iron maiden would be an unrelenting and hideously painful nightmare. And perhaps, most terrifying of all, that she'd willing endure the long and excruciating hours of inescapable torment, within the spike lined confines of that iron maiden, merely for the amusement of Ereshkigal, the ancient Sumerian goddess of death.

Although she was still struggling to comprehend all that was happening to her, Nicole watched in silence as Ereshkigal opened the heavy spike lined doors of the iron maiden and offered no resistance as the goddess guided her into the maiden's spike lined interior.

Staring into Ereshkigal's glowing red eyes, Nicole suddenly comprehended the true nature of the obscenely brutal bargain she'd struck with the ancient Sumerian goddess of death. To live and be young and beautiful for all eternity, but imprisoned for all time in the endless cycle of libertine excess that Ereshkigal, the ruler of the Mesopotamian Underworld, demanded of her willing pleasure slaves. An eternity, of days filled with unimagined sexual pleasures, of nights of agonizing and unrelenting torturous death, all merely for the amusement of Ereshkigal.

Only now, as Nicole stood helplessly within the confines of the iron maiden did she finally understand her place in Ereshkigal's obscenely tortuous bargain. And even as Nicole watched the hideously sharp spike lined doors of the iron maiden swinging toward her flesh she found herself longing to experience the agonizing torment that they implied. Gone was the naive little girl who'd so quickly accepted the goddess Ereshkigal's offer of immortality, in her place, stood Nicole, an all so willing pleasure slave of the ancient Sumerian goddess of death, Ereshkigal.

Nicole quickly discovered that eternal life in the service of Ereshkigal comes with a brutal and obscenely high price. Nicole lasted though almost two agonizing days in the iron maiden before she finally died. And as Nicole has painfully discovered, Ereshkigal's sense of humor is far beyond any moral understanding of sadistic. For the last thousand years or so, Nicole has spent every weekend within the agonizing confines of her personal iron maiden.

And one might think, by this time, the goddess of death would at least allow me to bleed to death without having to wear this painfully tight corset.