Pandemonium

A bright summer day in the city. The streets thronged with people. Ordinary-looking people. Girls in summer dresses, men in business suits.

A manhole clanged open. Susie and Bonnie crawled out into the light. Dozens of eyes watched them emerge. Cruel, sadistic eyes.

Susie was the first to notice. She grabbed Bonnie's arm. Something weird was going on.

A man in a wool sweater, sitting on a nearby bench, put down his newspaper and pointed at her. "Hey, look," he announced, in an extremely loud voice, for all the world to hear. "Those girls have NO CLOTHES ON!"

"Oh my god," laughed a delighted sundress girl, picking up the thread. "And they have BANANAS in their PUSSIES!"

Bonnie felt her cheeks burn hot as a hot dog vendor raised a camera. "Mmph," she said, feebly, around the banana in her mouth. She couldn't get it out! She waved her hands, trying to deter the vendor from taking a picture. It didn't work.

"I know those girls," shouted Anne-Marie Patchett, the meanest cheerleader in Pinkwhistle High, who's appeared out of nowhere. In fact, now that Bonnie looked, a surprising amount of the crowd around her was made up of people she knew. "That's Bonnie Driscoll! And she's NAKED!"

"Hands on your heads, girls," added a grinning policeman. "You know the rules. Naked girls need to keep their hands on their heads at all times in Pandemonium."

So Susie and Bonnie had to put their hands on their heads. Which meant they couldn't cover up, or do anything to get the unpeeled bananas out of their mouths and pussies. The policeman walked up behind them, pinched both of their bottoms in an overfamiliar way and said "Walk five hundred blocks that way, and find the woman in the red hat. She'll tell you where to go next."

Bonnie and Susie, wide-eyed, cheeks flaming red, shared a despairing glance with each other. What else could they do?

"Bonnie and Susie are NAKED," crowed Anne-Marie Patchett, walking up to them and snapping half a dozen close-range shots on her cell phone. "And they have BANANAS in their PUSSIES. I'm going to take lots and lots of pictures and show everyone I knew."

"Look," crowed the sundress girl. "They're terrified! They don't know what to do!"

"Well, don't just stand there, girls," laughed the man in the wool sweater. "That won't get you there any faster!"

"There's no escape now!" said an artsy-looking girl in overalls. "Everyone's already seen your TITS!"

"And your PUSSY!" added a businessman.

"And your NAKED ASS!"

"We're all watching you SQUIRM!"

"Better start walking, naked girls! Pandemonium's a big place!"

And so, with no other option, Bonnie and Susie began their stark naked walk of shame through the extremely busy streets of Pandemonium. Everywhere they looked, people were staring at them. Fingers pointed. Strangers doubled over laughing. Catcalls and wolf whistles rang in their ears. News crews pulled up to the side of the road, and cameramen stepped out. Helicopters overheard shouted words of discouragement. Giant screens on the sides of the towering buildings overhead, showing high-fidelity images of Bonnie and Susie in all their naked glory.

There was no doubt in either of their minds that they were the complete focus of everyone's attention. Which was a pity, as they were both stark naked, and very easily embarrassed. And they had bananas in their pussies.

The woman in the red hat was tapping her feet when they finally arrived. "You're late," she said, plucking the bananas from their mouths and pussies. "Everything will go wrong now, and it's all your fault."

"We're sorry," said Bonnie, miserably. "We didn't know."

"That's no excuse. Get down there." She pointed to a picnic blanket, spread out on the inviting lawn of a public park. Bonnie and Susie sat down awkwardly on the blanket, spread their legs and began to scissor-fuck each other in broad daylight, while joggers raced down paths and frisbees sailed overhead. They did this for several hours. Bonnie had ten orgasms, and Susie had none, which she found extremely frustrating. But those were the rules of Hell.

Finally, they were allowed up. The woman in the red hat caned both their bottoms until they were covered in red stripes, painted their breasts pink, drew cat whiskers on their faces, applied wooden clothespins to their nipples and labia, and shackled their ankles together so they couldn't walk faster than a hobble. Then, she told them to go back the way they came.

"You're very stupid girls," said the policeman at the other end, an impossible amount of time later. "You completely misunderstand your instructions. Apologise to each person here individually."

So Susie and Bonnie did that. And then they had to crawl all the way back to the woman in the red hat, on their hands and knees, with bouquets of roses sticking out of their bottoms. An even more impossible amount of time later, the red-hatted woman told them she couldn't believe how badly they'd gotten it wrong, and made them work as nude waitresses in a nearby ice-cream parlour for several days.

At this point, Bonnie and Susie decided to make a run for it. They fled into the nearest subway station. Unfortunately, the first train they caught happened to be full of velvet cushions and naked women, all having **** lesbian sex with each other as flying white feathers tickled them senseless. It took them several weeks to extract themselves from the tickle-orgy train, and then the only thing they could think to do was return to the red-hatted women and plead for her forgiveness.

She rolled her eyes, and sent them walking back to the policeman. This time they wore black garter belts and stockings, and they weren't allowed to stop playing with their pussies the whole way.

Events continued like this for an inordinate amount of time. And so it came as quite a surprise to Susie and Bonnie when, at long last, they caught sight of the door out of Hell hanging half-open in a nearby alley, and decided to make a break for it.