Dawn slowly approaches as the Underworld's starless blood-red sky begins to show the first hints of the coming
sunrise. Soon, on the smoke shrouded plains of the Mesopotamian Underworld, the countless souls of the dead
will once again awaken to their eternal existence on the Underworld's endless wastelands. And high above the
smoke shrouded plains, behind the impenetrable walls of Ereshkigal's mountain top palace, the willing pleasure
slave's of the death goddess will once again awaken within their troll guarded harems, the obscene brutality of their
previous nights entertainments still haunting their every tortured thought.
And yet, even as the long day progresses and Ereshkigal's willing pleasure slaves eagerly loose themselves in
the pleasures of the flesh, the horrors of the night will remain to haunt their every thought. Inescapable
horrors they know will inevitably return with the setting of the sun. That with the coming of night they will once
again be fated to endure the torturous delights of the Mesopotamian Underworld's dungeon torture chambers. A
nightly ritual of painfully torturous delights that they each know will ultimately culminate in their slow and
agonizing deaths at the merciless hands of Ereshkigal's obscenely skilled executioners.
Even now, as dawn approaches, somewhere in the darkest depths of the Mesopotamian Underworld's dungeon torture
chambers Ereshkigal's last surviving pleasure slave, a beautiful young woman is slowly losing her desperate struggle
against death. Her long and painful struggle lasted throughout the night as her fiendish executioners gradually
continued to increase the tightness of the unforgiving steel wire noose that encircled her slender throat. Gradually
the tight unyielding steel wire forced her up onto her toes until hours later she teeter helplessly before cold
merciless eyes of her sadistic tormentors.
Finally, when they were absolutely certain she couldn't last another agonizing moment longer, her executioners kicked
the stool from beneath her trembling toes, the lovely young woman's final desperate scream cruelly silenced as the taunt
steel wire brutally tightened to crush her slender throat.
Ereshkigal's executioners stepped back and watched as their beautiful young victim struggled against the inevitably
of her death. The erotically enticing way her long shapely legs kicked as she helplessly struggled against the inevitable.
The cute, but ultimately futile way, she desperately stretched to find purchase with her toes.
But, perhaps most of all, the executioners loved the erotically hedonistic mix of emotions clearly visible in their
victim's lovely dying eyes. That darkly erotic mix of unrelenting terror, of horror, of inescapable unendurable pain,
and yet, the obvious signs of willing acceptance. Signs that somewhere deep down, beyond the utter brutality of her
agonizing death, this woman above all else remained one of Ereshkigal's willing pleasure slaves. That even beyond her
masochistic and undeniably feminine need to experience all the deadly pleasures of the Mesopotamian Underworld's dungeon
torture chambers, she was above all else, willing to die in unrelenting agonizing torment merely for the amusement of
her mistress, the cruel and malevolent deity Ereshkigal, the ancient Sumerian and Babylonian goddess of death, the
merciless ruler of the Mesopotamian Underworld. Still, she managed to surprise even the sadistically jaded expectations
of her fiendishly cruel executioners. She managed to hang on, kicking and struggling against the inevitable for almost
twenty minutes, before her struggles gradually began to weaken until finally the lovely young pleasure slave hung with
the stillness that only comes with death.
Soon would come the dawn of a new day and the endless inescapable cycle of the Mesopotamian Underworld would once
again commence. A dawn that would see this tormented young pleasure slave once again awakening within the troll guarded
harems of Ereshkigal's palace, haunted by fresh horrifying memories of her own torturous demise. But inevitably, as
the sun slowly sets, her mind will once again turn to thoughts of the obscene horrors that lay ahead, of enduring yet
another night of torturously deadly delight in the Underworld's dungeon torture chambers, of her unquenchable longing
to once again endure an agonizingly torturous death all merely for the dark amusement of her mistress, the death
goddess Ereshkigal.