Dressed in the traditional face concealing hood, the executioner met the condemned prisoner and her escorting guards at the entrance to the ancient castle's dungeon. Pausing the inspected the order for the woman's execution, the executioner inspected the prisoner's restraints, signed the papers consigning her to his care, and accepted the prisoner's leash chain from the guards.

Pointedly ignoring the single tear running down the condemned prisoner's lovely check, the executioner tossed the chain over his shoulder and with a sharp tug started the Petra on her final journey.

It was only a few minutes journey before the executioner and his condemned prisoner reached the place of her execution. An unremarkable stone walled chamber deep within the dungeon's subterranean depths, the chamber that contained the Iron Maiden.

As expected, the prisoner stopped in horror when she first laid eyes on the brutal instrument of her pending demise. Like so many others, she'd head the darkly whispered rumors of the Iron Maiden's existence, the legends of agonizing torment that awaited any woman unfortunate enough to find herself within the Iron Maiden's brutal spike-lined interior.

Expecting his victim's horror, the executioner allowed Petra a few brief seconds of respite before he gave her leash chain a sharp tug. He'd long ago learned it was best to avoid allowing his victim's growing terror to overwhelm their senses to early.

Reaching the Iron Maiden, the executioner opened the Maiden's spike lined doors and quickly reached out to grasp the woman's arm as she came to terms with the brutal reality of her pending demise. Maintaining a firm grasp on the leash chain in case Petra tried to flee, the executioner turned to her as said, "Petra, I know you are scared but it no longer matters what offense brought you to this place of final restitution. It is the judgment of the court that your life be forfeit for your crimes, their decision that you be condemned to die in the Iron Maiden now merely another footnote in their legal proceedings."

Pausing to allow what he'd said to sink in, the executioner continued, "Petra, all that matters now is how you chose to face your death, whether you chose to end your life in abject terror or to accept the darkness in one last intimate embrace."

Sensing his lovely victim's expected confusion, the executioner released his grip on the woman's arm and moved his hand on the small of her back as he reached up to unlock the leash chain from the Petra's collar.

Placing his free hand on Petra's corset compressed belly the executioner forced his lovely young victim to stand before the waiting Iron Maiden. Turning to look into the woman's lovely green eyes the executioner smiled as he said, "More than any mere sexual intimacy you've ever shared, these final moments of intimacy shared between a woman and her executioner can extend far down into the darkest depths of one's soul. Let me guide you through what is to come."

Watching Petra's eyes, the executioner could sense the abject terror reseeding, and while an undertone of fear remained, a new sense of willing acceptance appeared in Petra's lovely eyes. Releasing the restraining pressure of his hand against Petra's belly the executioner watched as his victim walked almost willing toward the waiting Iron Maiden.

Carefully helping Petra, in her traitorously tall high heels, up onto the Iron Maiden's raised pedestal, the executioner guided her between the Iron Maiden's two spike lined doors.

Tenderly turning Petra so that her back faced the spike-lined interior of the Iron Maiden the executioner firmly grasped Petra's corset compressed waist and slowly guided her back into the Iron Maiden until she stood poised just beyond the sharp tips of the waiting spikes.

All the while Petra's eyes never left his, the look in her eyes that enticingly hedonistic mixture of fear and lust he'd long come to expect from his victims, a look that promised so much more than mere sexual bliss.

Careful not to break eye contact with Petra, the executioner released her slender waist and reached out to grasp the open doors of the Iron Maiden. Petra stood motionless within the confines of the Iron Maiden, the look of obvious terror in Petra's lovely green eyes now overshadowed by something else, a look of almost boundless, unbridled sexual intimacy.

Watching Petra's eyes, the executioner slowly swung the heavy spike lined doors of the Iron Maiden closed. He could sense the woman's rapidly growing sexual arousal, the distinctive flush of her skin as her heartbeat quickened, the erotic way her ample breasts swelled with each quickening breath, that unmistakable scent of wonton sexual must that filled the confining interior of the Iron Maiden as Petra imagined wrapping her long stocking-clad legs around the executioner's waist as she exploded in one final and completely overwhelming orgasm.

Only then, in that final moment before the Iron Maiden closed fully upon her, did Petra finally realize what the executioner had done to her. The awful moment of truth, as the spike lined doors finally forced Petra's back onto the spikes poised behind her. That final moment when Petra's lovely eye's opened wide at the horror of what was about to happen. That moment Petra truly understood just how obscenely the executioner had betrayed her trust, that rather than granting her that final moment of intimacy, instead she was enduring one final act of intimate betrayal.

I could already sense the question forming in her terror stricken mind, "How could you do this to me?" But before she could speak I did what I've done countless times before, I closed the Iron Maiden, sending its razor sharp spikes stabbing deep into Petra's mutilated beauty.

Leaning against the closed Iron Maiden, the executioner listened in silence to Petra's high-pitched screams of almost unimaginable torment echoing from within. For Petra, her once beautiful young body painfully impaled and mutilated by the Iron Maiden's lethal spikes, death was now an inevitable forgone conclusion.

And while the executioner knew that Petra's uncontrollable screaming would soon taper off to little more then faint torturous cries of unrelenting pain as she lost her voice, he also instinctively knew that Petra's death would not be easy or quick. A healthy young woman, Petra could last well into her third day within the torturous confines of the Iron Maiden before she finally gained the release of death.