Susie's infernal punishment

An incredibly seedy strip club, somewhere in the bowels of Hell.

On a circular stage in the middle of the club, surrounded by an audience of hooting demons, Bonnie Driscoll was dancing naked for everyone to see. She shook her ass, wiggled her tits, ground her hips against the air and twined her nude body around the pole, doing her best impression of an utterly debased stripper.

Sweat glued her red hair to her shoulders and gleamed on the slopes of her peachy, creamy breasts. She squatted, parting her thighs, flashing her ginger bush to the crowd, pretending to hump an invisible lover. She looked furious, not wanting to be there at all.

The club was filled with the dregs of Hell. Smirking succubi in leather outfits. Imps drinking whiskey. Amorphous masses of slime oozing over tables. Swarms of floating hands. Horned devils with slitted lizard eyes and gigantic purple penises. Tumbling balls of fuzz that bounced over each other. Tentacle monsters. Sex dwarves. Leather-clad Amazon queens with big rubber strapons. Every imaginable kind of hideous, surreal demon, all whistling and cackling and howling their approval as they watched Bonnie dance.

"Let me go," protested Susie, sitting on the Devil's lap in the front row. She was still naked. The Devil was idly feeling her up, caressing her small breasts with one hand and gently stroking her silky-smooth pussy with the other. "You can't do that to Bonnie! It's not fair!"

"But it's funny," the Devil whispered into her ear, as two succubi and a slime beast began to climb and ooze up onto the stage. Bonnie backed away, looking terrified, but there was nowhere to run. "Remember, Susie, this is all your fault. You could have saved Bonnie, and you failed, because you weren't smart enough. Now you have to sit here and watch as ten thousand demons have sex with the woman you love."