Escape from Hell!

Susie was masturbating. She lay naked in her bedroom, sunlight on her face. She couldn't believe how horny she felt. She was so close to orgasm she could taste it. Just a little more...

A face appeared at her window.

"Susie! We have to get out of here!"

"Eek!" Susie tried to duck under the bedsheets, but somehow she couldn't find any. Bonnie grabbed her by the arm, trying to pull her towards the window. "Come on! There's no time to waste!"

"Bonnie! What are you doing? Get out of here!"

"It's not real," Bonnie said, urgently. "Just another trick to embarrass you. Any second now..."

The door of Susie's bedroom flew open, and a dozen succubi burst in, holding a birthday cake and shouting "Surprise!". Susie squealed some more. Bonnie gave her arm a tug, and she allowed herself to be pulled out the window, landing in the crisp green grass of the lawn outside her house.

She was at home in suburban Pinkwhistle. But somehow, something was wrong. Like, maybe the sky shouldn't be that exact shade of red.

"We have to hurry," said Bonnie, picking Susie up. The redheaded tomboy was also stark naked, and a permanent blush glowed on her face. "We're in Hell, okay? None of this is real. Just endless simulations of the most embarrassing possible experiences."

"But... but..."

"Caught playing with yourself by the guy you have a crush on? Yeah, I remember that one. Time is fuzzy here, but I think they gave me a few thousand years of it."

They passed a crew of incredibly beautiful nude women, knee-deep in a lake of viscous green slime, pushing on the iron bars of a gigantic capstan wheel. Imps sat on the bars, whipping the red bottoms of the women ahead. A tough-looking raven-haired woman, perhaps a Viking chieftain, perched with her legs on an iron pedestal atop the capstan, pleading for mercy as an agonisingly slow feather wheel dragged its bristles and brushes across her naked pussy. No matter how hard her crew pushed, it was never enough to make her cum.

"Who was that?"

"No time to explain," said Bonnie, ducking in between two buildings. "I think those succubi are following us. But I know how this place works by now. We'll have to go through the basements."

Susie shivered as she crept through the labyrinth of earth walls and clanging iron pipes. In one room, under a dim flickering lightbulb, a pair of blonde women were scissoring on a pale green yoga mat. It was hard to tell if they were enjoying it. Susie gasped, and looked away.

"Enemies in life," Bonnie explained, pulling her ahead. "So they have to rub their pussies together for all eternity."

"Is that... common in Hell?"

"Yep. Look." They came out into a wide underground chamber, draped with red velvet curtains. The floor was piled high with velvet cushions. More women lay on those cushions, in twos and threes and fours and intricate tangles, having various kinds of lesbian sex. Some were grinding their pussies against each other. Others were licking each other's clits, fondling each other's breasts, sitting on each other's faces or just generally making out. Their faces displayed a complex mix of emotions. Imps flew between them, spanking the bare bottoms of any girl who wasn't trying hard enough.

"Those succubi are still following us," Bonnie said. "I can smell them. We have to hide."

"But how?"

When the red-skinned devil women, dressed in leather skirts and high spike heels, came into the room, it was empty except for ten thousand **** lesbians and a number of imps. Susie, still not allowed to cum, stared deep into Bonnie's blue eyes as the two profoundly mortified best friends ground their hips together, sharing a well-lubricated cucumber hastily grabbed from a nearby fruit bowl. Both blushed radiantly, but neither girl found herself able to look away.

"Where are they?" one of the succubi asked, with a puzzled frown, as an imp crept up behind her. Then she squawked, and jumped a foot into the air as the imp pinched her bottom.

Of course, once an imp pinches a girl's bottom, he can do anything he wants to her and all her friends for as long as he likes. And it works on succubi, as well.

The imp snapped his fingers, and a few things happened. First, all the succubi's cool leather clothing exploded into nothingness, leaving them stark naked and exposing their wickedly beautiful hourglass figures. Imps swarmed around them, pointing and laughing and taking photos on very tiny cameras as the succubi snarled and covered themselves and swore foul oaths.

Then, three unpeeled bananas levitated out of the nearest fruit bowl. They zoomed through the air, inserted themselves neatly into the clean-shaven pussies of the succubi, and began fucking away. More fruit followed, zipping around the room, diving into any unprotected mouth, vagina and in some cases even bottom that it saw. Soon enough, every last one of the ten thousand naked ladies in the gigantic orgy chamber found themselves with more cucumbers, carrots and bananas than they could handle.

And, finally, some of the velvet cushions exploded, throwing clouds of tiny white feathers into the air. These tiny white feathers took on a life of their own. They flew towards women's bodies, emitting small cries of glee as they alighted on thighs, nipples, necks, buttocks, armpits, belly-buttons, clits and the insides of knees. And they began to tickle.

Cries, shrieks, giggles and howls of outrage began to fill the air.

Of course, none of this meant the **** lesbians were allowed to stop having sex with each other. It just meant that, while being **** to scissor with a business rival they utterly despised, or lick the wet pussy of the girl who'd bullied them in school, they were also being tickled into hysteria and fucked by fruit.

"Now's our chance," urged Bonnie, pulling the cucumber out of her ginger-thatched vagina with a wet schlicking sound. "We have to... eeek! No! Stop! Ahaha!" The feathers had sought out all her most sensitive spots with unerring accuracy, and were driving her into a frenzy as they stroked the underside of her freckled breasts. Susie, by her side, was in a similar predicament. It took the girls what could have been an hour or a thousand years to slowly crawl over the pillows towards that they were pretty sure was an exit.

By the time they made it, they'd been spitroasted by two bananas each. Bonnie, trembling all over from the intensity of the tickling, shoved Susie through a gaping pipe and tumbled after her. They climbed first forward, then up a metal ladder, still unable to liberate themselves from the bananas.

"We're almost there," said Bonnie, seriously, Susie's bottom wiggling above her face. "Just one more realm to go. But I don't know what it'll be."