Despite the long centuries of torturous servitude that I’ve spent here in the Mesopotamian Underworld as one of Ereshkigal’s willing pleasure slaves there are still more than a few torturous delights that I find utterly horrifying. Perhaps for me, the most distasteful, the obscenely brutal vaginal pear.

Perfected during the Middle Ages and known as the Pear of Anguish, the pear is a hideously cruel device. Consisting of four metal leaves joined together by a hinge at the base, the screw between the leaves slowly spreads the four leaves of the pear, brutally mutilating the victim’s mouth, rectum or vagina.

Watching helplessly as Ereshkigal selects one of the cruelest pears in her collection I feel a sudden chilling sense of terror courses through my body. While not as intricately decorated as many of the pears in her collection, the one she’s selected is by far the cruelest. The pear the death goddess intends to use on me is obscenely huge, breathtakingly larger in diameter then a man’s fist, and I know from painful past experience that even closed it’ll threaten tear my insides apart. Worst of all, unlike most the smoothly rounded pears in Ereshkigal’s collection, the leaves of this pear end in prominent spiked tips designed to push through a woman’s cervical canal and into her uterus. Then, as the pear’s screw is turned, the leaves of the pear slowly open, their spiked tips gradually tearing the victim’s cervical muscles apart mutilating her uterus as the leaves destroy the walls of her vagina.

With the Pear of Anguish death only comes at the whim of the torturer, sometimes in just a few brief hours if the torturer lacks patience. Or in the Mesopotamian Underworld, when used by Ereshkigal, the dark release of death only comes after several agonizingly torturous days of unrelenting suffering.

Her choice made, I feel myself starting to tremble as I realize the death goddess neglected to smear any lubricant on that obscenely oversize vaginal pear. Of course, not that it’s necessary or even that it matters. Ereshkigal can sense my every thought, my every emotion, so she already knows just how aroused and impossibly wet I’ve already become...