"The real Hell Week."

The grey mist clears.

It was a long evening. Especially the part where Kitty, who’s supposed to be Meg’s best friend, shoved an ice dildo up her pussy and fucked her with it until she admitted that Kitty was smarter and cooler than her in every way. And the part where all the pledges had to sing nude karaoke together on camera with ice dildos in their pussies. And, of course, the big sweaty lesbian orgy it all dissolved into at the end.

But now Meg is asleep, on one of the Peach Pit’s surprisingly comfortable couches. It’s going to be a long, humiliating week. But at least she can escape all the torment in her dreams. Right?

“Hi, Meg.”

“Mmff?”

Something’s not quite right. There’s a horrible tickle-prickling sensation like a million sharp little imp fingers dancing over Meg’s little tits. And, even worse, her pussy! She tries to protest, but there’s something in her mouth.

Her eyes snap open.

“Enjoying yourself, Meg?” says Amy. The demoness, decently clad in her librarian costume, is gloating down at her from the Pandemonium sidewalk. “Bet you thought your stupid boyfriend could protect you. But I’m way too smart for him. I got away from his dumb trap like it was nothing. I’m growing stronger, Meg. Stronger than he thinks. And now I’m going to do all the horrible stuff to you that he planned to do to me.”

“MMFFF!”

“Every single night, Meg. While you’re awake, it’s Hell Week. And while you sleep, you’re down here with me.”

“MMFFF MMF MMMMFFFFF!” Meg is strapped to a portable wheeled sybian, naked, on a busy street in downtown Pandemonium. Tickle-prickle powder has been copiously applied to her tits and pussy. A knob of burning infernal ginger has been shoved up her ass. Floating paddles spank her buttocks. Chains attach her nipple clamps to her bit gag. AMY’S BITCH has been scrawled across her sweaty body in red lipstick. “MMFFFF!”

Amy giggles nastily, and twists the dial on the sybian control unit, turning it up to max volume. The device begins to buzz and pulse between Meg’s legs, driving her wild with pleasure but of course not letting her actually cum, as the sybian begins to roll down the middle of the road, parading her naked through the city before tens of thousands of laughing demons, who are just as evil as ever. “Welcome to the real Hell Week, loser. This is just the beginning. Have fun!”

“You’re so mean,” scolds Florence, bent over the railing of your office balcony as the two of you watch the whole show from above. “Letting your… ah!... ooh!… girlfriend squirm…”

“I know.” You slap her pert little ass hard, and drive your cock deep inside her tight pussy, making her moan with bliss. “Remember when you first summoned me all those years ago in Chang’an? You just wanted to prank the other concubines. Never thought you’d end up down here as my ****.”

“I… ahh!... I’ll get even… one day…”

“Haha! No you won’t!”