"It's pretty fun."

It’s pretty fun watching Amy inflict the most evil, sadistic, humiliating torments imaginable upon your helpless nude girlfriend, reducing her to a squirming pleading sweaty naked tomboy mess for the whole of Hell to see and laugh at. She paints Meg’s tits and pussy with extra strong tickle-prickle powder and leads her through the streets of Pandemonium on a leash. She shoves infernal ginger up her ass and makes her dance naked on stage at a comedy club while imps throw squishy fruit at her. She locks her in a golden cage with an extra-slimy tentacle monster and leaves her on a street corner to have her ass, mouth and pussy fucked in full view of the public.

She feeds Meg a truth potion, forces her to confess her deepest and most humiliating erotic fears, then throws her into the nightmare pit to live out fully-simulated maximally intense versions of those fears for weeks on end. She edges Meg for days with feathers and brushes, then won’t let her cum unless she masturbates naked under a cold shower on live TV while answering questions about her sex life from a game show host in a loud suit. She makes Meg into a naked receptionist at her office building (all demons have offices), spanked for an hour each morning and **** to sit on a hard wooden chair all day long.

Some days she dresses Meg up as a French maid, stuffs her frilly panties full of hellnettles, and throws a dinner party for all her friends, which always ends with Meg getting bent over the table, spanked and fucked by a big red strapon with her face in the dessert. Other days, of course, she just makes Meg walk naked through the busy streets of Pandemonium while all the demons laugh at her. It’s a classic for a reason.

And, of course, she constantly mocks and gloats over Meg, reminding her of how pathetic and stupid she is and how she’s getting exactly what she deserves for her boyfriend’s disgusting crimes against all womanhood.

You enjoy this part. It’s fun to see Meg on all fours in the Red Reading Room, kissing Amy’s high-heeled feet, begging for mercy, driven squirmingly insane by the unlucky combination of nettles in the panties and ginger up the ass at the same time. It’s even more fun to know that it’s all your fault, and you could set her free whenever you want.