Having just completed her doctoral dissertation it came as no surprise when Jenna received an invitation to a holiday dinner party at the home of her thesis advisor Professor Kaufman, however she was surprised to learn that it would be a black tie affair. Having spent the last two years secretly harboring amorous thoughts concerning handsome Professor Smith, Jenna grinned as she considered how this dinner party could possibly end with her spending the night in his bed. Thinking about it she smiled as she realized she had just the dress to seal the deal.
All through dinner Jenna struggled not to gloat over the way Professor Kaufman kept glancing at her breasts. She抎 purchased this revealing gown in Paris during her last summer research trip to Europe even though it cost more than she抎 planned to spend. But right this minute, as she felt Professor Kaufman抯 gaze lingering over her cleavage, it was worth every Euro.
As the dinner party ended and the guest started to leave, Professor Kaufman pulled Jenna aside and whispered, 揓enna, if you抎 like to stay a bit longer, I抎 like to show you my considerable collection of medieval artifacts, perhaps something in my collection will help inspire your first post-doctoral paper.�
Jenna struggled to hide her delight as she innocently replied, 揥hy Professor Kaufman, thank you that would be most helpful. I抳e often heard that your private collection of medieval artifacts is quite unique.� Smiling seductively as she took his hand, 揑抎 love to see your collection.�
Even now, I wonder if I抎 known how this evening was actually going to turn out, would I still have gone downstairs. Little did I realize at the time but the professor had spiked my wine with a mixture of inhibition suppressing drugs capable of turning any woman into a willing snuff toy. By the time we抎 reached the bottom of the stairs and he抎 turned on the lights I was already helplessly at his mercy. And as it turns out the professor抯 collection of medieval artifacts was rather unique, an extensive and terrifying collection of authentic medieval instruments of torture and death.
As Professor Kaufman explained the horrifying history of each diabolically cruel item in his collection I felt a delightfully ominous sense of anticipation building within me. The vivid blood soaked descriptions of agonizing torment inflected by these brutal instruments of torture feeding a terrifying desire within me to suffer, perhaps even to die, for his pleasure.
揟his brings us to the final item in my collection, an authentic iron maiden I discovered sealed in the Spanish inquisition抯 dungeons at Granada Spain. The inquisitor抯 journals I found in the inquisition抯 archives mention that this Iron Maiden arrived in Granada, shortly after the end of Morisco rebellions in 1571. These rebellions ended with the expulsion of the Moriscos or Moorish population from Spain, however many refused to leave and continued to worship Allah in secret, these people became known at the Hidden Moriscos or Hidden Moors. King Phillip the second issued a decree ending all toleration of Moorish culture and ordered the inquisition to ruthlessly persecute these remaining Moors. This Iron Maiden was reserved as the final stage of questioning for suspected Moorish women and while the surviving journals are far from complete at least a thousand women died within this very Iron Maiden before their bodies burned at the stake.�
Casually removing a ring of old fashioned key from his vest pocket Professor Kaufman smiled, 揓enna, would you like to experience what it actually feels like to stand within the Iron Maiden.�