"There's a demon called Amy?"

“Hey, loser.”

“MMFFF MFFFFF MMMMFFFFFFF MMFFF CUM LET ME CUM PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!” You pluck the panties out of Sabrina’s mouth and toss them aside. She’s a pathetic sweaty mess, blushing and panting and making all kinds of adorable little noises. The brush is still doing its horrible work between its legs, tickling her clit and stimulating every inch of her quivering pussy. You’re not sure how long she’s been here. Three hours, maybe?

You give her a kiss on the cheek, enjoying the taste of her sweaty humiliation, and say to Meg “So what should we do with her?”

“I really ought to untie her, but she looks so cute like this. Do you think we should let her cum?”

“You’re the magician. It’s your power fantasy, not mine.”

“But you’re the demon. I need you for advice on how to **** people. What’s the longest you ever edged a girl for?”

“Ten thousand years.”

“What?”

“Time moves differently in Hell,” you say, with a shrug. “Stuff like that works down there. Funny story, actually. There’s this demon, Amy…”

“Amy?”

“Yes?”

“There’s a demon called Amy?”

“It’s in the Ass Goetia. You can look her up. Anyway, darling little Amy’s a sort of nerd demon, if you can believe that. All she does is appear as a pillar of flame and teach women the liberal arts. Looks like Rachel Weiss as a sexy librarian. Cute little horns.”

“And she’s the one you, uh…”

“She had the temerity to insult one of the soldiers in my legions. You know I command sixty legions, right?”

“Sure.”

“He wasn’t a very important soldier, just a fuzzy little lemure with a slingshot. He probably would have been discorporated anyway in the next squabble between me and Astarte.”

“Wait, who’s Astarte?”

“The night-goddess of witchcraft and women’s arrogance. We have huge wars on the plains of Hell. All her soldiers are super-hot witch girls and all my soldiers are pervy little chaos monsters. When she loses she has to pay whatever forfeit I demand. It’s great fun.”

“What happens when you lose?”

“I’ll find out if it ever happens.” Actually Astarte’s sexy witch legions defeat your chaos menagerie about seventy percent of the time, but you see no reason to fill Meg in on that. “But I’m digressing. The point is, Amy the demon librarian caught one of my lemures going through her underwear drawer and told him he ought to be ashamed of himself. I decided this insult to my brave troops couldn’t be allowed to stand. So I stripped her naked, paraded her through all Pandemonium for everyone to see, hog-tied her and left her suspended in a prison bubble above the Grand Infernal Plaza outside Lucifer’s palace.”

“Wait, what’s Pandemonium?”

“Hell’s capital. An interesting place. Sometimes it looks like New York, sometimes like London, sometimes like Venice with magma canals. The Plaza looks a bit like the Piazza San Marco, if that helps.”

“It does help! So you’re describing a very public place, then.”

“Incredibly public! Full of millions of very cruel, evil, sadistic demons, everything from lowly imps to succubi to robed archdukes of Hell. Plus literally countless lost souls, who enjoy a good joke as much as everyone else. I left here there naked for everyone to see, gagged with her own panties, three floating pitch-black fallen-angel feathers to tickle her nipples and pussy, a magic flying paddle to spank her ass every ten seconds and the words SITRI’S BITCH scrawled in ink across her sweaty body. Oh, and the lemure she’d insulted sat below her in a deckchair pointing and laughing at her the whole time.”

“That sort of thing must happen all the time in Hell.”

“Pretty much.”

“How did she react when you let her go?”

“She was so horny she fell to her knees and begged me to make her cum, right there in the middle of the plaza in front of everyone. I refused to touch her until she’d signed an unbreakable infernal contract binding her to follow all these incredibly humiliating rules for the rest of her infinitely long existence. Like, she has to party naked with my chaos demons every Christmas Eve. And, she’s not consciously aware of this one, but whenever she teaches a woman liberal arts now she’s subliminally compelled to give her the wrong instructions in a way that’ll lead her towards naked public embarrassment.”

“She just went ahead and signed all that?”

“Didn’t even read it. And then I fucked her in the middle of the plaza in front of all of Hell.”

“Wow,” says Meg, deeply impressed by how cool and powerful this story makes you sound. “What an amazing adventure! I’d love to hear more about the sexy shenanigans you get up to in Hell. It sounds like a very horny place.”

“It is! And not just because devils have horns, although we do make that joke a lot. In fact, despite what medieval monks will tell you, we don’t actually do any fire-and-brimstone-type **** at all. It’s mostly just sex stuff.”

“Is it all straight, though? Doesn’t sound very inclusive.”

“Oh, no, not at all! There’s a whole other gay circle of Hell full of big strong men humiliating each other, and a femdom circle where the girls push the boys around, and a free-for-all orgy circle where anything goes. Really any kink you might be interested in is represented down there somewhere.”

“Is there a part where you can make straight boys do gay stuff?”

“I told you I can’t do that. Why do you keep bringing it up?”

“No reason,” says Meg, a little defensively, as Sabrina mmffs and squirms beneath her. At some point in the conversation she apparently decided to lift up her knee-length skirt and lower her pert tomboy bottom in its yellow cotton panties down onto her roommate’s face. You were so engrossed in the story that you didn’t even notice. “Anyway, let’s **** Sabrina some more. You’re giving me so many ideas!”