messaline
Crucified Amazon
Willing devotion
Fresh tears of despair trickled down Nicole's checks as she detected the first faint scent of burning rope. Already terrified far beyond her worst nightmares, Nicole felt an overwhelming sense of terror gripping her as her heart pounded wildly within her chest. Ereshkigal had promised her newest pleasure slave that her first night here within the Mesopotamian Underworld would be little more than a simple test of her willing devotion to the death goddess.
Now, as she stared down at all those brutally sharp looking spikes, Nicole finally understand the obscene price that Ereshkigal, the Mesopotamian goddess of death, demanded of all her willing pleasure slaves.
Having spent her life working as a professional submissive in the North Hollywood S&M club scene, Nicole was no stranger to both the insidious delights and heart pounding terrors of pain. Even with the occasional serious injury, suffered at the hands of an overzealous client or a lover, sent Nicole to the hospital emergency room, she'd never found herself pushed beyond her own masochistic limits until now.
Only now, as she stared down at those horribly sharp looking spikes, did Nicole suddenly realize that she should have asked a few more questions of the Ereshkigal's ghostly envoys before she all to quickly agreed to the terms of their deadly bargain.
Sensing that the pungent odor of burning leather seemed to be growing stronger, Nicole fought against the unyielding straps that held her tautly spread-eagled body helplessly suspended above the waiting spikes. But as she feared, her struggles were hopeless, the tight leather straps inescapable.
Straining against her restraints, Nicole could turn her head just far enough to see the flickering flame of the candle and the steadily thinking tendril of smoke rising from the taunt leather strap stretched out behind her.
Turning back to stare at the impossibly sharp looking spikes arrayed before her, Nicole felt the heavy X shaped cross to which she was so obscenely bound give a slight shutter as the slender strap finally began to burn through.
Fighting back her tears, Nicole felt a sudden and almost completely unexpected sense of calm contentment filling her. Utterly certain that the leather strap, that slender burning strand that was all that remained between those hideously sharp spikes and her tender flesh, would fail within seconds, Nicole relaxed within her restraints and took a final deep breath...
...to be continued...
