Hanging inverted, gagged and blindfolded, Nikki listened in helpless terror to Andrea's high-pitched screams of torment, the extent of the woman's agonizing torture clearly recognizable even from beyond the closed doors of the ancient subterranean torture chamber.

Hours earlier Nergal, the ancient Sumerian god of war and pestilence, had suspended Nikki from the ceiling of the hallway just beyond the dungeon torture chamber's entrance. Pausing to enjoy a few hedonistic moments of unadulterated carnal pleasure, with his massive cock sheathed in the moist warmth of Nikki's incredibly talented mouth and throat, the co-ruler of the Mesopotamian Underworld laughed as he explained Nikki's part in this evening's diabolical festivities.

It seems that Andrea, a recently recruited Parisian courtesan, fresh from the libertine excess of pre-revolution France, was about to experience an afterlife altering introduction into the true meaning of sadistic libertine excess. Perhaps, she foolishly believed her predisposition to the masochistic delights of the whip would have somehow prepared her for her new and demanding existence as one of Ereshkigal's willing pleasure slaves. Well, the next few hours will thoroughly re-educate this prim and proper young Parisian courtesan as to the true and torturous implications of eternal subservience.

I only hope that lovely young Andrea expires soon, Nergal promised me a truly hideous death tonight, some medieval torturous death he referred to as the "Virgin of Nuremberg". Besides, that candle wedged in my sex has already burned down to the point where I can feel the heat of the flame against my skin. And I already know where Nergal would put that replacement candle.

Mood lighting, My Ass!