Bonnie in Hell

"Aw," said the Devil, chuckling, holding the key just out of Bonnie's reach. "Would you like it? Would you like the key to Heaven, Bonnie?"

"Fuck you!" Bonnie's face was red with anger, and a few other emotions. "I'll get you for this!" Long green vines coiled around her thighs, torso and upper arms, giving her a little slack, then ruthlessly dragging her back towards the waiting, prickly hedge. She pulled as hard as she could, straining every muscle in her body. One step forward... two steps...

Her fingers grazed the key, brushing its golden shaft, and for just a fraction of a second she felt that she was draped in warm, veiling, dignity-preserving golden light. Then the Devil moved the key a fraction of an inch, and the all-to-brief sensation of modesty and comfort was ruthlessly stripped away from Bonnie.

Full awareness of her situation came crashing down on her. She was in Hell, at a garden party, on the lawn of one of the Devil's many mansions. Thousands of incubi and succubi, in elegant formal wear, were in attendance at the party, eating miniature sandwiches and playing croquet on the lawn and generally having a grand time. Bonnie, much to her discomfort, was the only person at the garden party who was completely naked.

"Eek," she whimpered, suddenly self-conscious, as two extremely handsome incubi laughed and pointed at her. A trio of lovely succubi giggled to each other, and whispered mean things about her state of total nudity to each other behind cupped hands. She made another **** lunge for the key, and again the hedge vines yanked her back just before she could get a hold of it. "No, wait! Give me another chance!"

"Sorry, Bonnie. You're just not strong enough."

"I'm strong enough! I can do it!" With Herculean effort, Bonnie strained against the vines. She wasn't going to let them drag her back and make her run through the hedge maze. Not again! She could feel the tension building in them, as the Devil held the jingling key just out of her reach. He didn't know how strong she was, she realised with growing excitement. She could actually do it. She could outwit the Devil, and get the key to Heaven, and escape Hell, and come back with an army of Valkyries and rescue Susie and all the women! She just had to be a little bit stronger...

She gave one last mighty heave, just as the vines let go. The Devil stepped smartly out of the way as Bonnie tumbled forward, to land with a squelch of custard in a gigantic strawberry cream cake that stood on a platter in the middle of the party. There was a long moment of silence, followed by a roar of demonic laughter as Bonnie slowly extricated herself from the cake. It took her a moment to realise that she was now standing on the lawn, still surrounded by dozens if not hundreds of elegantly dressed infernal aristocrats, stark naked and covered from head to toe in cream and custard.

She squealed and clasped her hands to her tits and pussy, far too late to prevent everything from seeing everything. She tried to run, but the Devil laid one steely hand on her upper arm.

"Why, Bonnie," he said, sternly. "You've ruined our cake."

And he pinned her down over a table, with effortless strength, easily resisting all her furious attempts to get away. Her ample bottom wiggled, her long legs kicked in the air. The Devil rolled his eyes, and brought the flat of his hand down on Bonnie's backside. Which was very hard indeed.

"OWWWWWWW!"

"Naughty girl."