"Where am I?"

A field of gray, featureless mist.

Meg looks around, seeing nothing but mist in every direction. She extends a hand, and watches tendrils of fog coil around her fingers. She shifts from foot to foot, trying to work out what kind of surface she’s standing on, and realises she’s wearing basketball sneakers.

The shoelaces have been tied together.

“Um,” she says. “Where am I?”

“What do you remember, Meg?”

“I remember… um… the Unicorns’ forfeit,” says Meg, blushing faintly with the excitement of the memory. “They had to walk naked all around campus. It was hilarious.”

“Did you like it, Meg?” Your voice seems to come from everywhere and nowhere. It might be far away or right up against Meg’s ear. “Did you like doing that to Jo?”

“I… yeah. Yeah, I liked it a lot.”

“Do you think it was… naughty?”

“I… guess? A little bit?”

“What else do you remember, Meg?”

“Well, after watching the Unicorns, I went to class, and then I went to the library and studied for a while, and then I went back to my room and watched a movie with some of the other girls from my dorm. And then I went to sleep. So this must be…”

“Yes?”

“A dream!”

“Hmm. Yes and no.”

“Can you get into my dreams, Sitri? I don’t know if I like that. I think I’d like you to leave the inside of my head alone, please.”

“I’m afraid that’s not going to happen, Meg.”

“What do you mean? Aren’t you my ****?”

“Not quite,” you say, enjoying the way the mist drifts over Meg’s pale skin. She’s a beautiful slender girl, small but perfectly perky pink-nippled breasts, an adorably heart-shaped round derriere and a cute little auburn bush adorning the neat slit of her pussy. “Do you think God likes naughty girls, Meg?”

“Listen, I’m tired of this, mister!” Meg puts her hands on her hips and scowls at you, although she’s not sure exactly where you are so she’s really just scowling at empty air. “Get out of my head at once! I want to have a nice dream with flowers and rainbows and chocolate, not this stupid… mist thing. Whatever it is. Where are we supposed to be, exactly?”

“I’m so glad you asked, Meg. This is Hell.”

There’s a long, frozen silence.

“I thought,” says Meg, eventually, suppressing the quiver in her voice, “we were inside my head.”

“Hell is inside your head, Meg. It’s inside everyone’s head.”

“But… Sitri, why are we in Hell?”

“That’s where naughty girls go,” you explain, as the fog begins to clear. “You see, Meg, when you’re awake, you won’t remember this. You’ll be free to do whatever you want. And I’ll help you. Whatever you ask me to do, I’ll do it. But when night falls…”

“...yes?”

“You’ll remember everything.”

“...so what?”

“You’ll remember everything you asked me to do. All the bad, wicked, naughty, evil choices you made. And…”

“...and what? What’s going to happen? Sitri?”

“You’ll be punished.”

The fog clears entirely. And Meg realises, with a shiver of shock, she’s back in Upknott College.

But not the Upknott College she knows. Upknott College as it might appear in a nightmare. The spires are taller, the windows are more crooked, the trees are more gnarled. Even the sunlight seems somehow more penetrating.

And the smirks on the faces of the students, far more students than Meg could ever remember seeing at Upknott at any one time, are so mean and cruel and sinister and diabolically amused that just looking at them makes her tremble with fear. She can’t stand being smiled at that way! It’s awful! It makes her shiver from head to toe! And they’re all looking at… at…

Meg looks down.

“EEEEEEEK!” she squeals, and jams her knees together as her whole body falls into its best defensive posture. She wants to run, hide, sink into the earth. But her shoelaces are tied together. And she can’t take her hands off her head.

“HEY, EVERYONE, LOOK!” Jo is pointing at her, cackling hysterically, holding a huge expensive video camera. The rest of the basketball team is clutching each other for support, giggling so hard that they’re almost falling over. “MEG’S NAKED! NAKED LOSER MEG!”

And the whole campus rings with cheers, whistles, catcalls, sadistic mocking laughter more intense and vicious than anything Meg’s ever heard in her life. All of it aimed directly at the terrified tomboy standing with no clothes on in the middle of the path.

In the mortal realm, even the meanest prankster will hold back just a bit. In Hell, there’s no such mercy. The pranksters of Hell are determined to strip away every last scrap of mortal dignity, even the little tiny bit at the bottom of your soul you don’t know you have left.

Meg, naked in Hell, feels her whole soul plunged into a bottomless abyss of burning humiliation. She hadn’t known it was possible to feel so embarrassed. Every fibre of her body quivers with the blazing fire of shame, paralyzing her, making her blush and tremble in her stupid basketball shoes.

There might be some comfort in remembering that it’s just a dream. But she knows that's not true. Hell is real. More real, in fact, than the mortal world. Things that happened there are real. Everyone laughing at her is real. She’s really, actually, in real life, stark naked at school.

“Time to go for a walk, Meg.”

“NO NO NO SITRI PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME I DON’T WANT TO NO!”

Meg looks absolutely adorable as she shuffles naked across campus, her cute tomboy face glowing bright red, her small proud breasts and pert white bottom displayed for the amusement of tens of thousands of mocking demons. You float in front of her, invisible, watching her walk. She hates every second of it. Wants to sink into the earth and disappear. Her pussy’s dripping wet, of course.

This is how it’s going to be. During the day, you’ll do her bidding. For as long as you feel like it. And, at night, while she sleeps, you’ll take her down into Hell and tease her. Like you tease the literally billions of other proud, arrogant, beautiful women in your special corner of Hell.

And, no matter how bad things get, you can always make them worse for her.

“HEY, EVERYONE! LOOK HOW WET MEG’S PUSSY IS! SHE LIKES IT!”

“EVERYONE CAN SEE YOUR NAKED PUSSY, DORK! YOU’RE SUCH A LOSER! HAHAHAHAHA!”