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Whitney's Torment

... as her host continued, “Since the dawn of time Lady Jenova’s envoys have gone forth into the mortal world to recruit willing pleasure slaves such as yourself, women willing to sate the emotional hunger of the death goddess with their suffering in exchange for the promise of eternal youth and beauty.” Seeing the sudden look of concern in Whitney’s lovely eyes Nergal reassured her, “There’s no need to worry Ms. Prescott, Lady Jenova always keeps her promises, eternal youth and beauty will be yours so long as you willingly embrace the torturous delights of her dungeon torture chambers. But, refuse to live up to your end of Lady Jenova’s Faustian bargain and you will find yourself just another ghostly spirit wandering the Underworld’s endless smoke shrouded plains for all eternity.” Trying to calm her considerable fears Whitney took a sip of her wine and asked, “If you would, please call me Whitney.” Then shaking her head she continued, “Perhaps I should have asked a few more questions before I accepted Lady Jenova’s offer of eternal youth and beauty but that still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here Nergal, are you a god?” Nergal almost laughed as he replied, “No Whitney not a god, merely a useful mortal such as you. Once long ago the death goddess Lady Jenova was satisfied with the mere butchery of her pleasure slaves but as time passed her tastes, shall we say, grew more refined and she sought out mortals to heighten the level of suffering her pleasure slaves endure before ...

... their nightly deaths.” Sensing Whitney’s sudden terrified understanding he continued, “In the spring of 485 BC I was appointed high executioner of the Persian Empire by King Xerxes and ordered to create new and more diabolically torturous ways of instilling terror in the lands conquered by his mighty armies.” Pausing to gesture toward the chamber’s lone instrument of torture, “Take this impalement post for example, impalement was already a widely used form of execution, but with this I took the terror of impalement to a new and far more torturous level. Used to punish women accused of adultery, impalement posts identical to this one were soon prominently displayed in city squares across the empire.” Staring at the impalement post Whitney struggled to keep the sound of fear, or perhaps it was masochistic excitement, from her voice as she inquired, “Exactly how was it done?” “The accused were brought to the square where they were stripped of their garments, their wrists bound behind their back, their ankles bound and their mouth gagged. The executioner would then pick the struggling woman up and with her bound ankles behind the shaft, push her firmly down upon the tip of the shaft forcing its blunt tip deep into her sex. The accused would always struggle against the inevitable, gripping the post’s lower wooden shaft tightly between her knees as she desperately fought to keep from sinking deeper onto the post’s unyielding metal tip. But, eventually the tip of the impalement post ...