Susie, still in Hell

"Please," Susie whimpered, almost out of her mind with shame, frustration and desire. "Let me cum."

"No," said the thicc demonic nun, getting herself comfortably into position. She hoisted up her habit, and lowered her plump, mocha-coloured pussy onto Susie's face, immersing the poor girl in a world of sweat-slick thighs and warm, slippery female wetness. She felt Susie whimper, and ground her pussy into the subservient girl's mouth.

"Lick," she ordered. The instruction was punctuated by another whistling crack. Susie lay on her back, on a padded bench, legs raised in the air and held apart by two levitating anklets. Her pert, pale bottom, clad in nothing but the translucent gossamer chastity belt, was a tempting target for the grinning imp with the long, springy wooden cane.

Imps, of course, are notoriously bad at resisting temptation. Susie's cheeks were already marked with a dozen red stripes, and another one was quick to join them. Susie howled at the stinging pain, though of course the nun's pussy muffled her cries. Casually, the nun reached back, took hold of Susie's left nipple, and gave it a sharp pinch.

"Lick," she said again.

All around them, beautiful women in chastity belts were being similarly tormented. Fallen angel feathers flicked, tickled and teased between their thighs, tantalising their clits, parting their labia, delicately investigating their innermost secrets. Yet never, ever, ever, ever, ever letting them actually cum. Much to the girls' incredible, almost indescribable frustration. As imps spanked their bottoms, tickled their feet, applied clothespins and icecubes to their nipples, came in their mouths, and so on and so forth.

"But I'm not a lesbian," Susie tried to say. It came out completely muffled by the pussy pressed against her tongue, of course.