"By the way, you girls are NAKED."

Back to the field of grey, featureless mist.

“Wait,” says Meg. “I just remembered something.”

“Did you, Meg? What did you remember?”

“Oh. Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes.”

“But… but that’s not fair! I wouldn’t have played all those pranks if I’d known… if I’d known…”

“That the universe is just?” you suggest, watching the mist clear. Meg has just fallen asleep in your arms in her dorm room, peacefully contemplating all the lovely, red-faced girls she’s denuded in a long, successful day of pranks. Now, her consciousness is drifting through the interdimensional nightmare space which some theological systems define as “Hell”. She stands on a stage, watching light shine through the crack between the velvet curtains. “But, Meg, you should have known that. It says so in the Bible.”

“No! I take it back! Sitri! I’ll be good tomorrow, I promise!”

“Too late, Meg. Did you really think you could summon demons with no consequences? You’re going to suffer through every nasty little torment you inflicted on those poor, innocent girls,” you say, as the curtains slide open. “Only a thousand times worse, and for a thousand times longer. Time doesn’t mean much down here in Hell.”

The theatre on the other side is vast and shadowy, open to the night sky. The stalls recede back into an infinite abyss of darkness. All the faces in the front rows are human, though with inhuman malevolence and sinister amusement in their wicked eyes. The further back you look, the more and more alien and demonic they seem to become.

Meg’s frozen in place. The cute tomboy stands nude on the creaking planks of the stage, clad only in a spangled yellow ensemble of hat, bow tie, gloves, stockings, small tits and pretty pussy exposed to the leering stares of the perverted demonic hordes. She lets out a soft whimper, communicating just the tiniest fraction of the inferno of shame currently raging inside her tingling bare body.

You give her ass a hard slap. She squeaks.

“Say hello to the audience, Meg.”

“...hello, everyone.”

“Tell them your name.”

“I’m… I’m Meg.”

“And why are you here, Meg?”

“Because,” Meg stutters, having to **** out every word. She wants to look down at her feet, or screw her eyes up tight, but that’s not allowed in Hell. “I’m… a naughty girl.”

“What did you do that was so naughty, Meg?”

“I played pranks on my best friends. I… I made all their clothes disappear and I… embarrassed them in public. On purpose. As a joke.”

“Why did you do that naughty thing, Meg?”

“I thought it was funny.”

“Do you think it’s funny to strip girls naked, Meg? How would you like it if somebody did that to you?”

“I… I wouldn’t like it at all.”

“But you didn’t just strip them naked, did you, Meg? You were even naughtier. What else did you do?”

“I… I made them… I made them put on a special naked shame show for everyone to laugh at.”

“Did everyone laugh at them?”

“Yes. Everyone laughed at them. Beth, and Kitty, and Lily… they had to dance, and sing, and wiggle their bare bottoms, and tell everyone how cool I am and how much they suck. They were totally humiliated in front of the whole school.”

“And what are you going to do now, Meg?”

“I…” All the demons in the crowd are looking at Meg expectantly. She bites her lip, and says in a loud clear voice, “I’m going to put on a special naked shame show for everyone to laugh at!”

The tidal wave of demonic laughter sweeps over her, washing away every last little shred of dignity and leaving nothing but a helpless little tomboy soul exposed and nude in the spotlight. She stands petrified and bare before the cackling abyss, a thousand thousand fiendish faces gazing up at her expectantly with cruel mirth gleaming in their eyes. Her pussy, once again, is dripping wet, letting all of Hell see just how turned on she is by this excruciating public humiliation.

“Let’s give you some company,” you say, snapping your fingers. Beth, Kitty and Lily are all sound asleep in their own beds, or at least someone’s bed. In a heartbeat they’re whisked out of their comfortable dreams into your nightmare realm, materialising bare naked on just their silly spangled costumes. They instantly squeal and turn bright red, shuffling awkwardly in place as they realise they’re not allowed to cover up. Reproachful looks are shot at you as the nude girls squirm, embarrassed beyond belief and knowing you’re single-handedly responsible for their predicament.

“Of course, here in Hell I have complete control over every aspect of your subjective experience,” you say, slapping Beth’s ass. “Shall we say six months of naked blush **** to begin with?”

“Six months?”

“Time flows differently here. Don’t worry, you won’t get bored. Or tired. Or in any way accustomed to the overwhelming sense of humiliation. In fact, I’m told it gets slightly worse with each passing second. We’ve yet to discover an upper limit. And by the way, you girls are NAKED.”

“EEEEEEEEEK!”

Four plaintive wails rise up to the uncaring night sky as you go down the line of trembling bare female bottoms, administering a short sharp spanking to each one. The girls can’t do anything but stand there and take it, quivering in outrage as their blushing cheeks and full-frontal jiggly nudity are subject to all manner of jibes, mockery and lewd comments from the demonic audience that cheerfully and vocally scrutinises their every move. You give Meg’s pert tomboy ass an extra-hard spanking, since you kind of think she’s your girlfriend at this point, and lean in to whisper in her ear.

“You know what the worst part is? This is all your own fault.”

“AHH! SITRI, I HATE YOU!”

“I know that, you adorable little slavegirl. And remember, you’re NAKED. Now, on with the show!”