"Is that the worst you can do?"

"Is that the worst you can do?" You challenge.

A look of amused disbelief flashes across your captor's face. "What a spirit! This will be fun!" She says with acidic glee.

She circles behind you. You struggle to turn your bound body to face her. Suddenly, a hand grabs a breast in one hand, twisting a nipple tightly. You can't help but scream at the sudden pain.

A strange object is shoved into your open mouth. Fuck. You chew on the invader, inspecting it with your tongue. Some kind of rubber ball? A web of straps sits on your head, each tightened quickly in succession by the diligent captor. A tightened strap sinks the gag deep behind your teeth, the sudden intrusion causing you to emit a distorted grunt of discomfort. Another goes over your head, another under your chin, sealing your mouth tightly.

You work the invader around in your mouth. It forces your jaw wide open, already a stream of drool runs down your chin. You gasp air pathetically around the gag, trying to suck the liquid back in, but the effort is futile. Your tormentors face reveals her enjoyment at the strange punishment she has inflicted on you. You would say something in protest, but you know it would just dehumanize you further. You twist your head around, testing the security of the straps.

"What were you saying?" she teases.

You look down at the ground. Your blood is racing, breath shallow and quick across your gag-- your arousal is undeniable. I need to control myself...

The devil puts a hand on your head, grabbing one of the leather straps that circle it. She drags you painfully by the head across the ground towards the summoning circle. She snaps her fingers, and you hear a chest slam shut, everything in the room tidies up. "Let's just keep this our little secret..."

Instantly, your surroundings vanish. Everything is black, an infinite void extends in every direction, except the two of you. Nausea wrenches your stomach into a knot. There's no reference point... but you are falling.

"I have a few business stops for the way back. Apologies!" She says. You continue plummeting through nothingness for several long moments.

A soft impact slams through your body as your surroundings change again.

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You are on a great stone tower, overlooking an endless land. You recognize this place, from stories and legends told by priests. Not just to scare children...

Your eyes widen at the hellscape before you. From over stone ramparts, you see dark clouds lit brightly from underneath by fields of pure fire. The wind howls loudly, burdened with a deep, echoing symphony of screams. For a moment, you look down and see figures, the burnt husks of lost souls shamble across the ground. Great winged beasts stalk through the crowds.

"Beautiful isn't it?" The devil stands next to you, admiring the view.

The moment passes, as sweat pours into your eyes, forcing you to blink rapidly.

The scorching heat hits your senses like a battering ram. It invades every inch of your skin, every pore-- the dry air is like suffocating fire in your lungs. A thick layer of sweat is already forming underneath the tight ropes and leather armor you wear. The drool running down your face from the gag evaporates instantly in the desiccated wind.

"You look miserable... nod if you want me to change you into something more comfortable?"

You nod desperately.

A snap of the devil's fingers, and the relief is instant. Somehow your cheeks get even hotter, as you realize you've been stripped of your clothes.

Of course.

You don't even care that your chest and crotch are completely exposed, anything to bring relief from the heat.

"I'll be right back dear." She tells you. "Don't move!"

She vanishes.

You squirm uncomfortably in your ropes. You fidget forwards, sliding awkwardly to get a better view over the side of the tower. Is this what awaits sinners? Is this what awaits me? You begin to dwell on the day's events. Everything is happening so fast-- and nothing has gone to plan. I slept with a woman... I tortured a monster... and now I'm literally in hell. You can't help but laugh to yourself.

Down below, one of the stumbling figures catches your eye. It has fallen down onto all fours, exhausted. A furious demon, monstrous in size, sees the exhausted soul and stalks towards it through the marching hordes. You hear the beasts angry roars echoing in the wind. A huge whip strikes the poor figure over and over._ _You begin to imagine yourself down there. Over and over...

A hand snaps you out of it. You look back at your captor. She has acquired a strange package: what you can only guess is a person, wrapped head to toe in a leather sac. It hugs tightly around every curve. You aren't claustrophobic, but you can't help but wince at the person's plight. The mummified victim contorts wildly, contracting at the abdomen in impotent bucking motions. They are dragged by a rope looped around their tightly woven ankles.

"One more stop."

You reapparate again.

You are blasted by freezing winds. A blizzard of snow and slush slams against your body relentlessly. The pain is instantly unbearable, goosebumps form on every inch of your contracting skin. Your hair is soaked in by the pummeling slurry. The ground here is several inches of cold slush atop jagged stone. Your calves, **** into the ground by your bondage go painfully numb, tender flesh **** into the spiky surface. The drool coming out of your gagged mouth forms a line of burning ice down your chin.

"Be right back!" The devil drags her package away-- disappearing into the opaque slurry. You try to follow, but flop onto your stomach. Your limbs are quickly sapped of their coordination by the cold. You turn onto your side, trying to spare your core from the glacial surface. Every part of your body shivers violently.

You hear something new against the roaring wind. Moaning.

Shapes writhe across the ground. Here, tormented souls face a different plight. The writhing corpses appear cold and dark, a sick purple-hue indicative of deep frostbite across their entire bodies. They squirm in agony across the muddy slush. The more you look, the more of them you see, some buried almost entirely in snow.

Your head snaps towards a loud noise. One such creature is heading right towards you, only a few feet from you. You jump in your bonds away from the startling figure. Up close, you can see its sunken cheeks, dark pits where eyes should be, and mottled flesh. It moans desperately, a pale hand stretching out towards you. It crawls on its stomach, all too quickly heading in your direction.

You heart jumps out of your chest at the sudden danger. Your usually swift reflexes are hindered by the awkward restraints. You flail your legs and torso, trying to gain purchase on the slick stone. You succeed in escaping only a few inches. Shit! The creature is gaining distance, centimeters from grabbing you with an icy hand.

A swift boot to the head knocks the creature away. It rolls onto its back, skull twisted brutally the wrong direction by the stilettoed kick.

"Mine, ugly!" Your horned savior yells. "Miss me, pet?"

She is empty-handed now. You look at her in anguish, pleading for escape from the piercing cold.

"All done, let's head home!"