She's to drown in semen.

As if gravity had upended itself, Kirsty found herself falling sideways. Lux did not move with Kirsty, looking at the lewd and expecting look on her face before she fell into what she realized was a box just like what happened with Carrie.

"Kirsty," came a voice, sounding an awful lot like Lux's. "Your fetish was bukkake. You always got wet at the thought of men cumming all over you. Your face. Your breasts. Your ass. Here in Hell, you'll get exactly what you want."

Suddenly, through the various holes in the pillbox room sprouted cocks just like with Carrie.

"You watched this happen to girls on the internet and masturbated furiously to it. Dozens and dozens of times."

Suddenly, out of sink with one another, the erect cocks on the walls twitched before letting out a hefty spurt of white-hot liquid. They did not cease, spitting one load after the other. It did not take long before her hair was coated with the stuff. It oozed down her back and legs. The musky scent overwhelmed her. It dripped down her face and the salty flavor invaded her mouth, semen showering her entire body.

"Please, let me out of here!"

Kirsty banged at the walls, but to no avail.

"You masturbated so many times to it, but you never got the chance to partake in it yourself. Well, now you can. You masturbated exactly 42 times to it, whether there was porn in front of you or just in your mind. Therefor, you get to bathe in the cum for 42 years. By then, we'll figure out what we'll do with you for the rest of your eternity. Enjoy."

She banged at the door more and more. She went into panic mode when she felt the jizz reach up to her knee. She might have wet herself from sheer terror, but if she did, it would have diluted in the thick human juice. Load after load showered her entire body and she might have suffered from all five stages of confronting ****. Denial in that this must have been a nightmare that she will wake up form any minute now. Anger at Lux, who might have been behind this. Promising to bargain anything if they let her out. Depression as she cried out, her tears crawling down her face along with the semen that stung her eyes. She never reached the acceptance stage, as before she knew it, the entire box was full. All the way up to the top, where there wasn't even a bubble of air.

She tried to hold her breath, but it was futile as her lung full of air gave out; her instinctual need for air betraying her and suddenly she was drowning in semen. It filled her lungs, she swallowed some until it filled her stomach, the musky, salty taste overwhelming every inch of her mouth.

It might have been minutes or hours or even days, but she eventually realized that even though she was drowning, her whole body begging for oxygen, she wasn't dying. She tried banging against the walls, but the overwhelming thickness of the liquid and her muscles aching from deprivation left the action weak and useless.