Listening to the sound of the god Nergal's approach Vicki felt an intense rush of total and complete masochistic satisfaction. Willingly trapped for all eternity, in what most would consider an unrelenting nightmare dredged from the darkest pits of hell, Vicki has no regrets. Having spent her life forever concealing her darkly masochistic fantasies of torture and death, it was perhaps fortunate that one of Nergal's companions offered her the chance to become a willing pleasure slave to Ereshkigal, the ancient Sumerian goddess of death.
Having freely accepted Ereshkigal's fiendishly deadly bargain, Vicki's existence became an endless cycle of unbridled libertine excess, a cycle of hedonistic pleasures and excruciating torturous deaths, and nightmarish existence destined to continue until the end of time. Now, safely sealed beyond the seven gates of the Mesopotamian underworld, Vicki found herself willingly compelled to offer up her nubile young body to sate Ereshkigal and Nergal's unquenchable thirst for agonizing torment and death. Back before she knew of the Ereshkigal's bargain, Vicki often fantasized of ending up as a victim of some cruel and sadistic serial killer. Now, every moment of her eternal existence went far beyond even her wildest obscene fantasies.
A faint smile briefly crossed Vicki face as she heard Nergal's footsteps draw near. Already having grown delightfully accustomed to Nergal's fondness and considerable skill with sharp deadly toys, whatever he's intending to do with that sword should provide a truly excruciatingly and painful experience. And as any real masochist can tell you, especially one serving as one of the death goddess's slaves, enduring an agonizing death is truly the ultimate aphrodisiac.
With only the faint echo of blood slowly dripping from between Vicki's lifeless thighs to break the deathly silence of the subterranean dungeon, the god Nergal left his latest victim hanging lifeless from her wrists, the massive barbarian's sword sheathed within the lovely young slave's gradually cooling corpse.
One of his favorite snuff toys, she still amazed Nergal with her incredible ability to endure, what could only be described to the uninitiated as, unimaginably agonizing torment. Except for the brief gasp of pain that accompanied the sickening sound of sword's razor sharp tip's cleaving Vicki's breastbone as it's blade penetrated her chest, not a single sound of anguish escaped past Vicki's tightly clenched teeth as he stabbed the sword directly between her ample breasts.
And although her entire body began to tremble almost uncontrollably as Nergal angled the sword's razor sharp tip downward within her body, sliding the deadly blade down past her rapidly beating heart and into her lower abdomen, the expression on Vicki's face resembled more one of erotic ecstasy than of mortal agony. Even as the blade exited her dying body through her rectum, Vicki's lovely eyes never left his. Even as he savagely twisted the sharp blade within Vicki's torso, cruelly and agonizingly ripping her guts apart in her final moments of life, that look of masochistic bliss never left her face. Not even in death.
As Nergal started back up the stairs, a deep sound of laughter echoed off the ancient uncaring stonewalls of the dungeon torture chamber as Nergal imagined Vicki's expression at their next encounter. Perhaps even Vicki wouldn't be able to maintain that look of anticipation when she realized just how brutally torturous their next encounter would end.