Earlier that day Ereshkigal, the ancient Sumerian goddess of death, had promised Melinda she'd suffer an especially brutal demise that night, an ancient Persian form of execution known as the Mare of Steel.

That evening, Melinda found herself on her knees, astride the long and hideously sharp blade that comprised the Mare's spine as Nergal, the ancient Sumerian god of war and pestilences and Ereshkigal's husband, reached for the lever that would send her sliding down the Mare's long razor sharp spine.

Staring down the long sharp blade before her, Melinda could already feel the chilling presence of the blade's sharp upper edge nestled deeply between the cheeks of her ass. By the time Nergal forced her down onto her knees astride the Mare Melinda knew how the night would end, and even for one of the Ereshkigal's willing pleasure slaves, it still terrified her.

In her mind, Melinda could see it all happening in slow motion. The trapdoor beneath her legs opening as she'd dropped crotch first onto the Mare's sharp spine. The sudden and agonizing pain as the blade sliced deeply into the most intimate and sensitive parts of her body.

The way the sudden and overwhelming pain would cause her thighs to instinctively tighten against the sides of the blade. The brutal and utterly inescapable way her body would pitch helplessly forward onto the Mare's razor sharp spine as she began to slide head first down the long sharp blade.

Melinda could feel herself growing more desperately aroused by the second. Melinda's deep masochistic need to willingly endure any agonizing death merely for the amusement of the death goddess Ereshkigal only heightened the terror already coursing through her body.

The thought of what it was going to feel like as she slid helplessly down the Mare's spine, its razor sharp edge opening her belly from her crotch to her sternum. The horrifying sensation of her guts spilling from her ruptured abdomen as the unstoppable ride down the Mare's spine disemboweled her.

Melinda felt already her pulse quickening as she imagined that final, sickening, moment as her mutilated body slid helplessly off the end of the Mae's razor sharp spine and plunged to the waiting spikes below.

Lost in her own dark fantasies, Melinda was still thinking about what it was going to feel like to fall upon those hideously sharp looking spikes, when Nergal pulled the release lever.

Author's Note

These are reworked renderings that originally appeared on the Renderotica site back in April of 2005. Thanks to the Renderotica TOS change I'd thought these images were lost but recently I recovered an early Poser .pz3 file associated with this work from an old back-up DVD and was able to recreate the images.

- Minos.