"Look on the bright side."

The grey mist clears.

“NO SITRI PLEASE I’M SORRY PLEASE PLEEEASE LET ME CUUUUUUM!”

“Sorry, Meg. Look on the bright side. Only another nine thousand, nine hundred, ninety-nine years, three hundred and sixty-four days, twenty-three hours and forty minutes to go!”

You may be slightly exaggerating the timescale, but you’re going to leave her here a while longer for sure. Serves her right. She dangles helplessly in midair in her prison bubble, being paraded slowly through the busy streets of Pandemonium, the brushes teasing her clit and the enchanted paddle punishing her cute posterior.

The roiling crowds beneath her, in all manner of exotic costume, look up, giggling and pointing. Some are dressed as harlequins, others in business suits, others in turbans, others as Chinese mandarins. But they all have one thing in common. They all like making fun of naked girls.

You slip off, leaving her to the tender mercies of Hell. You have another appointment.