messaline
Crucified Amazon
The gift
Arriving home from work, Tanya discovered someone had slipped an intriguing brief note under her door.Tanya, few are every ready to accept "the gift", to accept the freedom to live their darkest most erotic hidden desires. If you believe that you are ready to accept "the gift" come alone to the storage facility at 596 Docklands Highway, room 696, at midnight tonight and step willingly up into the light. - Mistress E.
Having already decided to go Tanya briefly wondered if this "Mistress E." even suspected just how darkly erotic her hidden desires truly were.
There was a cold dense fog rolling in from across the bay as Tanya pulled into the storage facility’s deserted parking lot. Carefully locking her car she made her way to the buildings entrance where she used the pass key that had come with the note to unlock the door and entered the building. The lobby seemed eerily deserted, the sharp click of her high heels echoing off the hard concrete floor as she made her way toward the elevators.
The elevator door opened and Tanya stepped out into the dimly lit corridor and walked down the deserted corridors until she found the entrance to storage room 696. Unlocking the door, Tanya paused to take a few deep breaths in an utterly futile attempt to calm her nerves before opening the door and stepping inside. Long rows of stacked crates and boxes filled the dimly lit storage room. But, somewhere near the back wall Tanya detected a small area of brightness.
With every step she took the light ahead seemed to grow brighter until she finally reached the edge of the brightness. Tanya paused, her heart pounding desperately within her chest, as she stared down at that small stone pedestal that silently waited in the light. The stone pedestal where once, long ago, the infamous instrument of death, the Virgin of Nuremberg, had ominously stood. Tanya found herself trembling as she thought about all the women who’d once stood upon that stone pedestal, dying within the brutal spike-lined confines of the Virgin.
And suddenly the final part of Mistress E’s note made horrifying sense, "and step willingly up into the light."
Terrified at what might happen but utterly compelled by her darkest fantasies, Tanya willingly stepped up onto the Virgin of Nuremberg’s stone pedestal. Tanya found herself trembling with sudden understanding at the thought of all the women who’d stood on that stone pedestal before her, condemned to a slow agonizing death within the brutal spike-lined confines of the Virgin.It was then that a sudden chilling sensation of pure evil washed over Tanya’s senses. Some powerful unseen force held her helplessly in place, unable to escape, as the storage room around her quickly faded away into the darkness.
Tanya gradually awoke to find herself strapped tightly within the deadly confines on the Virgin of Nuremberg, her screams of terrified surprise utterly stifled by the oversized leather penis gag that completely filled her mouth.
The red latex bodysuit she’d been wearing was gone, replaced by an impossibly tight corset that restricted Tanya to the shallowest of breaths. Glancing down as far as the ridged strap of the gag would allow she stared in shock as the sight of her corset enhanced cleavage, a sight her diminutive breasts could never hope to have produced in her wildest dreams. Her tight latex miniskirt was also gone, replaced by a painfully tight crotch strap.
Alone and trapped helplessly within the terrifying confines of the Virgin Tanya silently awaited her fate, a fate she’d willingly accepted by stepping up on the Virgin’s stone pedestal, a fate that even as she stared at all those horrifyingly sharp looking spikes that lined the open front of the Virgin she still wondered if this is this truly "the gift" she’d been offered by Mistress E?
It seemed like she’d been trapped with the Virgin for hours, the chamber was utterly quiet, the stillness broken only by the steady rhythmic sound of her breathing.
It was then that Tanya sensed someone or something approaching, at first it was a growing uneasiness almost as if some ancient malevolent evil was approaching but as it grew closer Tanya realized it wasn’t something evil that was approaching, it was death incarnate. It was then that she appeared.
One moment Tanya was alone, the next this terrifying vestige of death stood before her. Dressed head to foot in skintight black leather the woman was impossibly beautiful and utterly terrifying. Her eyes glowed red with the fires of hell itself and her dark smile seemed to hold nothing but the promise of unending pain and torment. Could this be Mistress E?
For a timeless moment that terrifying woman simply stared into my eyes, it was almost as if she was passing judgment over my life. I could feel my pulse pounding in fear, a fear beyond all comprehension, a fear that somehow she’d find me unworthy of her mysterious gift.
It was at that moment I saw the look in her eyes change and I heard her voice in my mind, "I see the pedestal has chosen well."
"Tanya, I am Ereshkigal, the ancient goddess of death and the ruler of the Mesopotamian Underworld, by stepping up on that stone pedestal you willingly surrendered your mortal existence and willing offered yourself to me. From this moment forward your continued existence depends entirely on my whim, refuse my gift and I will banish you to the trackless smoke enshrouded planes of the Underworld to wander aimlessly for all eternity."
Ereshkigal smiled at the sudden look of terrified confusion visible in Tanya’s eyes as she continued, "However, if you chose to accept my gift you will become one of my willing pleasure slaves. And as one of my pleasure slaves you will have eternal life and beauty, your days filled with endless unimagined pleasures for all time."
Tanya could sense a darker mood in Ereshkigal’s voice as she concluded, "Of course, eternal life does come at a cost. While your days will be ones of pleasure, your nights will be ones of brutal torture and death. Every day as the sun sets you will find yourself once again within the blood soaked dungeon torture chambers of the Underworld there to die screaming in agony for my amusement."
Staring into Ereshkigal’s smoldering eyes Tanya suddenly realized she’d already made her choice, a lifestyle choice she’d willingly made long before she found herself in the dungeon torture chambers of the Mesopotamian Underworld. Having long ago accepted and fully embraced her submissive and masochistic need to suffer for another’s pleasure it was suddenly obvious why Ereshkigal had chosen her, she was destined to accept Ereshkigal’s gift of willing servitude.
Sensing Tanya willing acceptance Ereshkigal smiled evilly as she said, "Good, now that you’ve decided to accept my gift, it’s time to begin the night’s amusements. Tonight I’ve planned something diabolically torturous for your first agonizing death here in the Underworld’s torture chambers."
