Monica Hampton

Monica stepped forward immediately, heart pounding. She had been in hell for two months now and felt she had nothing to lose.

"I take the challenge!" She said. There was a smattering of amused and anticipatory clapping from the lost souls and demons, who sensed sport ahead. Monica was a stunning woman with dark hair and a slender figure.

It's a shame God's Laws prevent **** as a punishment, the Devil reflected. So many of these fruits would already be naked and helpless tied to his altar. But now she had come forward voluntarily and she was fair game.

Unless she won, of course... but not that that was likely.

"Monica Hampton," the Devil sneered, eyeing her shapely legs in their black leggings. "A poisoner and thief, I believe. A ripe fruit for a punishment fucking!"

There were a few cheers and catcalls.

Monica held her head high, suddenly feeling exposed with all Hell's eyes on her and determined to sound confident. "You'd have to catch me first. And grow a dick."

Hell erupted in mirth, and the Devil grinned. She had spirit! It would be most pleasurable to watch her get soiled and shamed. And of course, to have her afterwards at his mercy.

"Well then," the Devil purred. "Level one is waiting, my dear. I suggest you get running."