"Flame in human form!"

“President of Hell! Flame in human form! Heed my summons!”

You’re in an empty reading room in the sealed section of the Upknott College library, watching Professor Susan Smart stand before a pentagram etched on the floor. Meg isn’t with you. She’s still watching Kitty’s hazing, a huge grin on her face. You told her you had some infernal errand to run and slipped away.

Now, this is interesting.

Amy’s still tied to a sybian in your office building. With a thought, you loose her. She’ll think she finally managed to break free from her bonds using her own strength, which suits your plans perfectly. The **** of the summoning catches her, whisking her across the dimensions and hurling her through the veil with a thunderclap.

“Um…” says Susan, blinking. “Is this a bad time?”

“What? I… aah!” Amy yelps and throws her arms over her nude sweaty body, still clad in nothing but the high heels you left her on the sybian. She hasn’t been allowed to cum yet, either, so she’s still incredibly horny. She snaps her fingers, trying to manifest some clothes, but the summoning magic won’t allow it. “Tremble, foolish mortal! Release me at once, or I’ll…”

“You’ll what?”

“I’ll, um… your soul will tingle in Hell forever!”

“No it won’t,” says Susan, smiling thoughtfully as she ogles the squirming demoness. Unlike you, Amy didn’t have the forethought to pre-emptively modify every mortal book which gives instructions on how to summon her. So she’s enslaved to her summoner, **** to obey every order she’s given. “I have a better idea, Amy. That’s really your name, is it?”

“So what?”

“Funny name for a demon.”

“It’s in the Ass Goetia. You can look it up. Some books say I’m male, but, come on, my name is Amy.”

“So it is. Anyway, Amy, do you know why I called you here?”

Amy sighs. “Let me guess. You want me to teach you the liberal arts.”

“What? No, it’s the twenty-first century, women don’t need demons for that any more. I want you to teach me magic.”

“I can do that,” Amy allows, cautiously. “Magic is technically classed as a liberal art, so I actually do it all the time. But…”

“Yes?”

“Well, I’d prefer to have some clothes first. In fact, I demand them.”

“Titillatio!” barks Susan. Amy squeals as a thousand invisible hands descend on her, tickling her from top to toe. She bats at her body, trying to fend them away from her neck, her flanks, her feet, her nipples, but she can’t budge them. The tickling spell titillates every inch of her nude figure, making her giggle and squeal hysterically as she hops around the pentagram. “Eeeheeheheehestohhpmakeitstohhpeeeheheei’llbegood! I’llbegoodeekstohhp!”

“Perhaps if I leave you here overnight you’ll be in a more compliant mood?”

“Nononoeeheeheestoppleasestohhhpeekeekeekahahaheeenostohhhp!”

“Nulla titillatio,” barks Susan, and Amy collapses to the bare wooden floor of the pentacle, a panting, sweaty mess. “As you can see, my researches are already proceeding at a steady pace. But I demand more knowledge. I intended to conjure the demon Sitri, but some little pest, no doubt an agent of a rival sorcerer, stole the magic tome from my library before I was able to perform the ritual. So an inferior demon like yourself will have to do.”

“An inferior demon? To Sitri? I’ll have you know, I…”

“Flagellatio!”

“OW OW OW OW OW!” Amy hops in place, clutching her ass, tears streaming down her face as the invisible whip leaves bright red stripes across her backside. “Okay, okay, I’m inferior! I’m totally inferior! Just make it stop!”

“Nulla flagellatio!”

“That really hurt, you… I mean, thank you, mistress,” Amy says, hastily, noticing the glare in Susan’s eyes. “Of course, I’m more than happy to put all the mystic powers of Hell at your disposal. What would you like me to teach you first?”

“I require an attack spell. You see, I believe I have an enemy.”

“Who would dare to challenge you, mistress?”

“I have noticed certain… strange events happening on this campus recently,” says Susan Smart, stiffening her back as she unconsciously adopts a teaching posture. “Things that cannot be explained through ordinary science. The theft of my book. A certain… event during yesterday’s occult history lecture that I do not wish to discuss. And, of course, all the completely nude women being publicly humiliated all over the place. I can’t be sure, but I feel like there’s something a little funny going on.”

“Sounds plausible to me, mistress. What sort of attack did you have in mind?”

“For a start, I’d like something to turn the tables on my book thief,” says Susan, as you feel a slow grin creep across your face. “This ought to be funny. Let’s say a curse that brings justice to her. Wherever she is, whatever evil she happens to be performing, it will bounce back on her and bring her to ruin.”

“Why, mistress, I believe I have just the thing.” Amy is also grinning. Of course, she’s already guessed you’re active on campus. She sees this as a perfect opportunity to get **** on you, by going after Meg. You could stop her if you wanted. But you don’t. “Repeat after me…”