For the sin of adulterous entanglement...

In one of the countless chasm of Hell, a van full of people were all sent to one particular cave.

Demons under the infernal legions of Asmodeus, Prince of Evil Jinn and Personification of Lust, spend much of their eternal lives devising ironic and appropriate punishments.

In Hellcave #345676545693.983423478C, the mildly roomy space was used to torment a group of friends. Three men, four women.

Joey dated Phoebe, Dan dated Joanne, Phil dated Loona and Michael was engaged to Mildred. That was what was supposed to be going on. Instead, everyone was cheating on everyone else. Joey cheated on Phoebe with Joanne. Phoebe was cheating on Joey with Phil. Phil had a one-night stand with his coworker Jenny. Joanne and Loona had one too many bicurious makeout sessions whenever they had girl's night. Mildred was two weeks pregnant with her secret boyfriend's love-child and was going to tell Michael it was his until the wreck took their lives.

When they died, their actions had landed them in Hell where the Asmodian demons got to work testing out their latest invention on the sinners handed to them: the Automated Cumpot MK 36.

It was a giant cauldron. Surrounding the cauldron were four harnesses, Dan, Michael and Phil all strapped to three of them. The empty one was mean for Joey, but he survived the wreck. He'll die in a few years anyway.

The harnesses keep their naked body splayed spreadeagle style as their arms and legs are tied open. Rods are shoved up their asses, the heads of the pikes designed in such a manner to stimulate their prostates so thoroughly that it's as though their orgasm buttons are continuously pressed. Attached to their erections are hoses designed like toothless leeches, continuously milking them of semen and emptying their payload into the container. Their moans and groans are muffled with ballgags, and while the sexual stimulation felt pretty good when their torments began, enduring one long continuous orgasm for such a prolonged period of time stopped being pleasurable, their bodies only capable of producing so much because of their spiritually corporate hell-bodies.

In the giant container is Phoebe, Joanne, Loona and Mildred. When the cauldron fills up with just enough semen for the girls to struggle not to drown in the thick, musky sludge, the temperature within begins to rise, cooking the women in a creamy, cum-based porridge of pain.