Tony Goes To Hell

All the characters in this story are over 18 years of age. Most, actually, are hundreds if not thousands of years old.

Eternity is a long time. All of time, multiplied by infinity. So be careful of your sins. The demons love to find special Hell loops just for you, repeated indefinitely. Fun. Fun. Fun.

Our main character, Tony, is a particularly bad fellow, who engaged in all kinds of sinful activities, including abusive sex. Let this be a lesson to you. I would hate in the future to have to write your story, or run into you, while following Tony around. In the brothels, glory holes, gang bangs, BDSM dungeons.

Remember, eternity! It’s a long fucking time. The next time you consider doing something sinful, think twice. You’ve been warned.

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Prologue

“Tony. Tony. Tony. This doesn’t look good at all.” The old man behind the desk was looking closely at a tablet held in his hand through the bottom half of his bifocals.

“What da ya mean, no good. What’s no good.” Tony looked around but could see nothing else but the man and the desk. Everything else in all directions was white as far as the eye could see. “What the fuck. Where’s Eddy? I want to see Eddy.”

“Ok, let’s see. Hmmm.” The man looked through the bottom of his glasses at the tablet again. ” Yes. Well, you won’t be able to see him again for another eight years.

Eight earth years that is. That’s not too bad.”

“Earth years. Eight earth years? What da you talking about? Am I dreaming? What a fucking weird dream. I’ve gotta stop drinking.” Tony looked very confused.

“No, this is no dream Tony. Surely you know, you’re dead. Think about it. What was the last thing that you remember?” The man said.

Tony thought back. He had a vision of himself fucking a woman really really hard. Then a bad stabbing pain in his chest. He then saw Eddy’s face right up close to his saying, “Boss? Are you, ok? You don’t look so good.” Then someone’s hands pumping on his chest. Then blackness. Then here. “I died having sex? No fucking way. I’m not that old.”

“Yes, it seems so. Not a bad way, really. You should see what I see every day. You are lucky.” The old man tried to reassure Tony.

“Lucky yeah. Real lucky. I’m dead! ” Tony screamed at the man. Then he added, “Well at least it looks like I made it to Heaven. This is heaven right? It looks very nice. Must be heaven.”

“No this isn’t Heaven, Tony. We haven’t decided which way you are going yet. I am here to decide. But as I was saying before, it doesn’t look good. Do you have anything to say for in your defense?”

“No good? No good? I was a choir boy. I went to church every Sunday. Gave money to the church. Went to confession. Well, maybe I didn’t confess everything. I can do that right now. I really am sorry. I wasn’t that bad really. I do know some really bad guys.”

“Tony, Tony, really? Not bad? You ran a crime organization. You sold drugs. Human trafficking. You owned and ran a whole network of strip clubs and brothels. You even had a few people “eliminated”. How is that not bad?”

“It’s a family thing. Family business, I got it from my uncle. I take care of my family. What da I am supposed to do, just leave them. Not care for them. They count on me.” Tony tried to make himself sound like a good honest man.

“As much as that sounds noble, you have ruined countless lives, Tony. You were a very bad person. Let’s just look at the last day of your life for instance, and then you tell me why based on that, you shouldn’t go to Hell.”

The old man passed Tony a tablet. “Follow along with me while I play back your life earlier today. You will see a video and there’s text below summarizing your thoughts and other things. Let’s start this morning.”

Tony looked at the tablet and sure enough there was a video showing him sitting at his desk. He read the text.

Chapter 1

Tony was thinking about what he wanted to do this weekend. Play some golf with the boys or go out fishing. He was imagining himself out on the water reeling in a giant tuna. What am I doing stuck in this shit hole of an office today. Work, work, work. Fuck it.

There was a knock on the door.

“Come the fuck in. This better be important. I’m busy.” Tony yelled in anger.

The door opened and a head poke in.

“Hey boss. Sorry to disturb you, but the new shipment of girls came in. And I mean “new”. Thought you’d want to know. Maybe check them out.”

Tony’s eyes widened, and he set up. New girls. About fucking time. His present stable was looking pretty haggard. Time for rotation. He loved new girls. “His girls”, to do whatever he wanted to.

He would send the worn out sluts down to his brothers place or some other fucking place in the pipeline. They could use them to suck off cock in his glory holes, or for ass fucking. Whatever. As long as they were out of here and he had some new fresh faces.

“Anything good? You know my type.” Tony was drooling at the thougt.

“Yeah, definitely boss. You should come downstairs and check them out. Take a few for a ride. Try them out first.”

Tony put aside his thoughts of fishing for the time being. He wanted to do one of the other “Fs” he enjoyed so much, maybe even more than fishing.

His underling, Eddy, led him down the stairs into the club. Everything was quiet except for in the corner where a dozen or more women were sitting on benches under the watchful eye of several of Tony’s associates.

Tony walked down the line of women examining them closely. Most were Asian, some Caucasian, and a few were Black. He liked what he saw. Fuck he would do just about any of them. He would do them “all”, he was thinking. I own these bitches.

“I don’t know. What da ya think I should do guys. Which one first?”

No one was sure if he was really asking their opinion or more talking to himself, so they didn’t say anything.

“I think I will start with her.” Tony pointed to one of the Asian women, who was incredibly tiny and thin and had an attractive face. “But let’s hold off switching out the stock until I’ve sampled them all.” Tony laughed. It would cost him a lot of money, but what the fuck. His dick wanted some fun, and it always overruled his brain. “I’ll be up in my bedroom. Bring her up.”

Tony went back to his office, then into an adjoining room which he used as a away from home, “bedroom”. Often he would call his wife and say he wouldn’t be coming home, he had to work late at the club. When in fact, he was fucking one or more women. He didn’t see the point of spending a sexless night sleeping next to his wife, when he could fuck his brains out with different women.

He poured himself a drink and downed it in one gulp. Poured another one. Pussy. Pussy. Pussy. He really loved pussy. He lay down on the bed wondering what this new piece of ass would be like. I hope she knows her stuff or been taught. He wanted to lie back and have his cock sucked and ridden real nice.

There was a knock on the door.

“Yeah? It better be the fucking girl.” Tony was ready to fuck, not deal with anything else.

“Yes, boss. You want her now?” Eddy asked.

“What kind of dumbass are you? Of course I want her now. Shove her in, and get the hell outta here.”

The door opened half way and the girl tumbled into the room.

“Do you speak English? I don’t give a shit really. But makes it faster to tell you what to do.” Tony asked the girl.

The girl on the floor looked up at him. “Know English. What want? Blow job? Pussy? Ass? I give good?”

“First of all take that dress off.” Tony sat up in the bed, took another sip of his drink. “Then come over here.”

The girl grabbed onto the sides of her dress and pulled it over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She didn’t need to as her tits were very small. She had on panties though. She got onto the bed, kneeling next to Tony facing him. She looked up at him, then down at his pants, looked up at him again. He nodded. The girl unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants, pulled the zipper down. She wiggled his pants and underwear down until Tony’s cock was free and dangling in his crotch.

Now, truth be told, Tony was fat. Very fat and out of shape. He had lost most of the hair on his head, and wasn’t a very attractive man at all. He had several rather hideous moles on his face, and even when he shaved he had a black stubble within hours.

Yes, he had a penis. Somewhere down there in the mass of flesh. And yes it could get hard and shoot cum. Sometimes. But he was hardly the best lover in the world. His interaction with women, with pussy, was mostly in his imagination, and in the thrill he got from looking at them, controlling and abusing them.

Not to say he didn’t enjoy seeing his cock buried inside a woman’s pussy. Like the feel of being sucked on. Inside a woman’s asshole. But it would have helped if he would have been about 75 to 100 pounds lighter, and 20 years younger.

Incredibly, the woman didn’t flinch when she saw what she was up against. Somehow she had to make that tiny little droopy worm grow and get stiff. She stuck it into her mouth and hoped for the best. Tony liked the feel of her hot wet lips, and he did start to respond, feel himself grow. Nice. The whole four or five inches of him was now totally in her mouth and he was feeling good.

Fucking cunt. He grabbed her head with both his hands and moved it up and down so she took him all in. That’s better. Swallow that, you piece of shit. She was thinking it wasn’t as bad as many men, thank god, she could breathe at least. He pulled her up and slapped her face a bunch of times. He didn’t know why really. It just made him feel good, sent waves of sexual pleasure through him to abuse this tiny woman. He loved slapping and hitting women. He slapped her tits too. Jammed her head back on his cock. Choke on it you cunt bitch. He used her head like some fuck masturbation toy you would buy off the internet to jerk off with to porn. Drool and saliva were flowing out of her mouth. Despite his size she was gasping and choking. He pulled her up again and slapped her.

“Take your fucking panties off and get down on your hands and knees.” Tony threw her forward onto the bed.

She removed her panties and tossed them over near her dress on the floor. Tony got next to her, grabbed her hair and pushed her head to the mattress. He looked at her nice ass and felt the urge to spank her, which is what he did, again and again until her ass was red. She was making little screaming noises of pain each time he hit her. He loved it.

Tony got behind her ass on his knees. He couldn’t really see his cock for his belly, but he felt for it, grabbed it, and guided it to where he thought her pussy hole was. He was also a bit wobbly from being drunk, which didn’t help. After numerous failed attempts he finally found and was able to put his cock into her. Ahhhhh, now for some fun. Riding this bitch until I cum. He held onto her hair like reins in a pony. Fuck yeah! Tony pounded the little spinner. She was going to make him a lot of money. Men loved tiny women with tight pussies.

With Tony’s small and half dead cock, the only way he could have a really intense orgasm anymore was to be abusive to the women. And he was getting worse and worse. Fuck them, though. He owned them. Whatever he wanted to do to them he could. So far he hadn’t actually killed any or broken any bones, but the frequency of bruised and battered women he left in his wake was increasing. He also recently learned he enjoyed choking them. He needed to be careful. Just the right amount to make him cum hard, but not so much they passed out. He liked to see their eyes roll, and gasp for breath, with his hands around their neck.

He was having a great time with the Thai chick though. Just looking at her ass and tiny body was enough to get him hard. I should cum in her and get on with the day. I have a lot of other things to do. He picked up the pace of his humping and let his thoughts go to the woman he did last week. He fucked her in the ass and she was screaming bloody murder. Her screams were so frantic and loud that Tony orgasmed almost immediately. She literally had been crying. Maybe I should fuck this girls ass. No. He wanted to do it in her pussy.

“Yes! Yes! Awwwwww! Fuck! Fuck!” Tony yelled as he came.

He shot a nice load into her with his first pulse. Then kept his cock inside her, deep, and just let his balls drain. When he was done he felt tired. He yelled for Eddy. It only took a short time.

“Get her the fuck out of here. She’s nice. Why don’t you and the boys season her up. Get her used to being used every day, all day. All day. Keep the other ones under lock and key. No one and I mean no one is to mess with them. I want one of the Black girls tomorrow.”

The girl picked up her dress and panties, didn’t even bother to put them on or even look back at Tony as she left. Eddy closed the door.

“Fucking whore. She really needs to be broken in. Have everyone fuck her the next few days. Kick her ass and slap her around. I don’t care.” Tony ordered Eddy.

Tony put his clothes on and went back to his office. He saw a couple of trophy fish hanging on the wall. I need another one. Bigger. I wish I could hang some of the women I’ve done up there too. Be fun to look at, and brag to the other guys. A lot of his sexuality was in his imagination, and in bragging to his crew about things he had done. The biggest cock, who got the most pussy, played into power. He wanted to come off as having an infinity capacity to fuck. And with the best women. Everyone was jealous of Tony. They believed in what he said, whether it was true or not. He even believed it himself, which is the saddest part.

It was lunch time. Tony went downstairs to see how things were going. He could hear the throbbing music as he reached the main floor. Several women were hanging off poles, swinging around, and coming up to a row of men sitting along the edge of the dance floor. The men were staring upwards, practically drooling as the women showed them their boobs and teased them by pulling their thongs down. A few women were given lap dances. Grinding their asses into crotches, faces. Not a bad crowd for so early in the day.

He went over to his “bottom”, Linda who ran the business upstairs. “How we doin’ today?” Tony asked her.

“Three right now. I suspect we will have more before lunch is over. The girls are getting some of those guys over there pretty worked up.” Linda said.

“Nice.” Tony opened a door right behind Linda and went into a dark room. There was a wall of TV monitors linked to various cameras installed through the club and outdoors. Mike, head of security was looking at them, as well as looking at his phone. When he saw Tony he tried to hide his phone quickly and pretend he had been looking at the monitors the whole time.

“Everything’s quiet boss.” Mike said.

Tony looked at the screens and could see that most were empty of people, just images of beds. Three though had images of a man and a woman engaged in various forms of sex. Tony told Mike to take a break and that he would come get him when he was done. After Mike left Tony locked the door behind him. He loved looking at his stable being fucked. He sat down on the chair and looked from one screen to the other.

On one, the woman was between the John’s legs sucking his cock. Just started off on that one, Tony thought. Another screen. the woman was on her back, getting pounded by a very large fat man in the missionary position. Tony laughed. I wouldn’t want to be her, being fucked by that. He’s a lard bucket. Stupid bitch. Tony could see her face. She looked completely bored, a little disgusted. He would have to have Linda talk to her. She should have a look of pleasure and be moaning.

On the third screen, the man was behind the woman fucking her from behind. Tony liked the look of that. He could feel his cock stirring. He unzipped his pants and took his cock out. He started stroking it. Nice and slow.

He was getting into it when he looked over at some of the other monitors. He could see some of his crew just standing around, talking, laughing, doing nothing. Tony’s blood started to boil. I pay these guys a lot of money. They should be out doing something. Making me more money. A lot of money. He lost his desire to play with himself. He zipped his pants up and left the room. Mike was waiting outside talking to Linda.

“Ok, go back in Mike. Where the fuck is Eddy?” Tony face was beet red.

Tony started yelling Eddy’s name. He didn’t care who in the club heard him. Eddy came running over after a minute.

“What the fuck is going on. Why is everyone standing around. I thought we were doing collections today. Get em on the street and there better be pile of money on my desk at the end of the day. Understand?” Tony was right in Eddy’s face.

Eddy went a little white. “Sorry boss. I was just getting them their assignments. Don’t worry. They’re leaving now.”

“Don’t worry? Don’t worry? Don’t tell me not to worry. You piece of shit. Get the fuck out of my sight.” Tony raised his hand as if to strike Eddy, but thought better of it.

Tony went back up to his office and looked at the fish again. I gotta get out of here. Go fishing. Shit job. He decided to take a nap. It was going to be a long day.

He was awoken from his nap by knocking on his door. What the fuck. It better be really important.

“What? What? What?” Tony was still half asleep.

“Sorry, but big problems down at Mario’s Auto Body. He refusing to pay.” Eddy said.

“What da want me to do about it? That’s why I pay you guys.” Tony was getting pissed.

“The guys don’t know how far to go. They want to know from you.”

“You’re fucking kidding. I have to tell you? Do everything around here? Fuck him up. Break some fingers. Worse if you want. I don’t give a shit. Just get the money. Tell him if he doesn’t pay next time, he will be used as chum when I go fishing.”

Eddy left the room quickly and came back after a few minutes. “I told them you said to fuck him up until he paid. I don’t think there’ll be a problem now.”

Later in the day, Tony went downstairs. He had dinner with some of the boys. They were laughing telling Tony his they had scared the shit out of Mario when they told him Tony said it was ok to do whatever it took to get the money. They only busted up his left hand. It was so funny. They were sure that Mario actually shit in his pants.

After dinner he went upstairs. And poured a drink. He went to his desk took out a pill bottle and shook out a blue pill and swallowed it. He wanted to be ready if there was any action tonight. He was going to do someone, he just didn’t know who yet. One of the new girls or one of old stock before they go. He couldn’t decide. His mind was made for him in an unexpected way when Eddy knocked on the door.

“Hey Boss. There’s a girl downstairs who is looking for a job stripping for us. Hasn’t had any experience. Thought maybe you would want to interview her.” Eddy said.

Tony was really excited at the prospect. “Bring her the fuck up here. Let me see what she’s got.”

Eddy left and Tony opened his desk drawer, found the pill bottle and swallowed another blue pill. No make it two. He was thinking he wanted to be as hard as possible to sample this new meat. He looked at a few of his trophy fish. I’m going to add another of you on the wall in a few minutes. Fuck you alls. They seemed to be staring back at him.

The door opened and Eddy lead a woman over to the couch next to Tony’s desk. She looked very nervous.

“Sit down. What’s your name?” Tony asked sweetly.

The girl sat down, sat up straight crossing her legs. She was wearing a black tank top and a short jean skirt. Tony couldn’t help noticing she appeared to have a really nice set of jugs, and nice slender legs, thin waist. She was certainly built good enough to entertain the men who frequented his club. But could she perform, dance, suck cock, fuck.

“My name is Jessica. Jessica Brown.”

“Ok, Jessica. Why da you want to work for us?” Tony couldn’t give a shit why she was here, but he knew being friendly lowered the barriers for what he was really after.

“I just graduated college, but I can’t find a real job. I have a lot of debt and it’s getting worse. If I don’t make a lot of money soon, like immediately, I could lose my apartment, my car, everything. My job at the coffee shop just isn’t anywhere near enough to pay for things. Looking into where I could make some real money fast, I ran across this type of work. I found your place online. And now I am here. Sorry, this is all new to me. I am nervous. I really need this. I’ll do anything. Anything.”

“By new, you mean you have never stripped before or anything like it?” Tony liked that she was fresh meat. Would be good for the business, but especially for himself.

“No, never, nothing like this. But I love to dance. I used to take ballet and dance lessons for years when I was growing up. I was, am, good at it.”

“How about getting naked. You’re going to have to get naked while you dance. You ok with that. And other things too” Tony was imagining her naked, and fucking her.

This could be the deal breaker. A lot of women had sat in that couch and thought they wanted to work here, until the reality of it hit them.

“I don’t know really. I’ve never done anything like it, but I think so. I really need the job, so I am willing to try. Give me a chance. I really will do anything.” Jessica pleaded.

That was music to Tony’s ears.

“Here’s your chance. I have a pole right over there. Show me what you’ve got. I’ll turn the lights down. Put some music on”

Tony had a pole set up in his office. Hundreds of women had swung and hung from it, and then sat on Tony’s pole right after. Tony hit some buttons under his desk and the room got dark except for some dim lights directed at the pole. Music was piped in from the dance floor below.

Jessica got up, took off her top and skirt, but left her bra and panties on. She went to the pole unsure what to do.

Eventually Jessica grabbed the pole and swung around a few times. She then stopped twirling and stood on the dance floor. Her body became a snake, waves flowed through her body bottom to top. She ran her hands over her body, up the the sides of her waist then over her breasts, up to her hair then up into the air. She was shimming, her hips gyrating. Tony was thinking not bad. He had seen better, but much worse too. She ran them down again, caressing her body as she moved.

Jessica was thinking back to the modern dance movements she learned in class. It felt very natural, nice really. She was in her element. Liked it really. She forgot where she was for a minute.

“Nice. Nice. Keep going. Let’s see your tits. The guys come in here to see your tits.”

Jessica kept dancing, her body in constant motion. Her hands all over her body and up in the air. She hesitated a moment, but then put her hands behind her back and unfastened her bra. Before it fell down, she brought her hands to the front and cupped the bra over her breasts. She rubbed her bra onto her breasts, then slowly pulled her bra down, as she leaned forward. The bra straps slid down her arms and she let the bra fall to the floor. She stood back up still holding her breasts, but now cupping them from the bottom. She shook them in Tony’s direction. Nice big hard tits Tony thought. I like them, her.

Jessica let go of her breasts and kept dancing around in seductive circles.

“Ok now the panties. They’ve got to go.”

Jessica kind of slowed down dancing for a few seconds. You could tell she was thinking about it. She turned her back to Tony and slid her panties down her butt, then up and down a few times before letting them fall to the floor. When she turned around she kept dancing, but her legs were held together. Tony couldn’t see her pussy.

“You’re goin’ to have to spread your legs, honey. Come on, show me. In fact, get on your back in the floor with your legs split wide and in the air and use your fingers to show me. The guys love that move. They will give you a lot of money to see you like that.”

Jessica stopped dancing, got on the floor on her back. She sat up a bit, with her legs up and open. Then even surprising herself doing it, she spread her pussy lips open. The spot light was shining right at it. She moved her hips back and forth, in a sexual humping motion.

She’s a natural, Tony was thinking. With a little instruction from the other girls she would be making a ton of money for him soon. He opened his desk drawer and took out a stack of 10 dollar bills. Then he got up and went right up in front of her.

“Spread them more. Put a finger inside.”

Tony had seen a lot of cunt. This woman’s was right up there with the best. He had images of himself inside it. Soon, very soon. Jessica did what he asked and gave him a nice view down into her deep, wet, pink, hole. He threw a bunch of 10 dollar bills on her stomach.

Tony turned around and went over to the couch which was in the darkness. He sat down.

“Come over here.” Tony said from the darkness.

Jessica got up off her back and walked over towards Tony’s voice. She really couldn’t see him. When her eyes adjusted she saw Tony naked on the couch and his cock sticking straight up in the air. She froze in her tracks.

“Just do it. If you want the job, do it. Surely you’ve suck cock before.”

Jessica’s voice quivered, “I don’t really want to. I’ll dance and strip, but not that.”

“It’s not an option really, honey. You want the job, you do it. He waved the 10s at her. They are yours if you do it.”

Jessica looked at the 10s, his cock, the 10s, then got down on her knees. She grabbed Tony’s cock, played with it and then started sucking on him, bobbing up and down.

“Nice. Nice.” Tony petted her hair. “Deeper. Put it in deeper.” Tony laid back enjoying the feeling. His cock was very hard from the drugs he had taken. This is fucking great. He looked straight up and saw the fish. Maybe being in the office wasn’t so bad after all.

Tony sat up, grabbed Jessica’s hair, and then stood up. She had no choice but to stand up with him.

“What are you doing.” Jessica sounded panicky.

He turned the two of them around, so now he was facing the couch and she perched above it.

“Lie down.” Tony yelled

“What are you going to do?” Jessica voice quivered.

“I said lie down. And spread your legs.” Tony sounded insistent.

“No. Please. I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want the job.”

“It’s too late for that.” He shoved her down on the couch and got on top of her. Jessica struggled to get him off her, but Tony was too big and strong. He slapped her. She started whimpering. Tony spread her legs open. She kept trying to close them, but every time she did, he slapped her. Finally she submitted. He poked his cock at her until it found the entrance to her vagina. He stabbed it in. It was nice and wet and warm, tight. She had stopped fighting him, and was just crying.

Tony didn’t give a shit she was crying. She was hardly the first woman he had forced sex on. He slid in and out of her slow and steady. He liked how it felt. He was getting chills in his body. He propped himself up so he could see her better. Fucking beautiful. She easily could be a prize to mount on the wall and boast about.

She would cry now, but when he handed her a pile of cash when he was done she would reconsider. The majority of the women came back, even after Tony fucked them. They didn’t show up here in the first place if they weren’t desperate, and had thought at least a few times about making money selling their bodies.

He would start by having her dance and strip. Soon she would be giving lap dances, hand jobs, sucking cock. It wouldn’t be too long before Linda would turn her and she would join the women upstairs, and be fucked all day long.

He wanted to do her from behind.

“Turn over. Get on your hands and knees.” Tony yelled at Jessica.

Jessica didn’t fight him this time, and did what he asked. She wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. She flipped over and waited to feel him enter her again.

Tony got behind her, guided his cock into her. He grabbed her hips. Fuck yeah. She’s even tighter than the Thai girl he did in the morning, amazing. He picked up the pace. He wanted to cum now.

Then he felt a sharp pain. What the fuck. His chest felt like a huge weight was on it. Waves a intense pain shot through him. He became faint and fell to the floor. Jessica screamed, got up. She looked down at Tony, who was wiggling on the floor. She screamed again, found her clothes and ran out of the room. A minute later Eddy ran in. He saw Tony on the floor barely breathing.

“Boss? Are you ok? You don’t look good.” Eddy remember CPR from shows he had watched on TV. He started pumping Tony’s chest.

Then the tablet screen went black.

“That’s when you died. And now you’re here.” The old man said.

The old man took back the tablet from Tony. “As you can see for yourself, you were a very bad person. Used women as prostitutes, abused them yourself, raped them, cheated on your wife, forced people to pay you money, beat them up, and killed a few. I would say case closed.” The man looked up at Tony. “I don’t think there is anything you can say to change my mind, soooooo….” The man tapped the tablet.

Chapter Two – Basic

Tony woke up with a start. All of a sudden everything was extremely bright and loud. Someone was yelling.

“Rise and shine cupcakes. You have two minutes to line up outside. Go. Go. Go.”

A manlike being with red skin was going up and down the isle between the bunk beds hitting the sleeping people with a stick. The room looked like a military bunk room.

“Up. Up. Up you fuckers. Time to fry your asses. Get up. Get up.” The manlike being continued to yell.

Tony sat up and the blanket fell off him. What the fuck. He was naked. His fat, overweight body looked even fatter and disgusting. He stank of sweat and urine. His hair was dirty and he had a stubbly beard.

The demon. Tony was sure it must be a demon, had stopped at his bunk.

In a sweet voice he said, “What’s up dear? Do you need a morning kiss? A hug? Can I get you a cup of coffee?”

Then yelled, “Get you’re fucking ass up. You fucking pig. A fat stinking pig. Are you goin to cry? Boo hoo hoo. Get your fucking ass outside……NOW!”

He whipped Tony a bunch of times. Tony tried to block them with his arms and hands, then jumped out of bed and followed the rest of the, the, whatevers, out the door.

They lined up outside in two rows. They were all naked, and an uglier, sorrier lot of former humanity can not be imagined. Tony was actually one of the handsomer, prettier ones.

The demon said, “This is your first day here, so we are going to take it easy on you. We are starting off with a two hundred mile run. No food, no water, no sleep. Don’t worry you won’t die.” He laughed. “You’re already dead. You will suffer though. A lot! You will go through the hottest hot you have ever experienced, and the coldest cold. There will be mosquitoes, flies, burrs, sunburn, frostbite. You will keep moving. Never stop. I and other demons following you will make sure of that. But before we go, our leader would like to say a few words.”

Another larger demon appeared before them.

“Welcome. Ha, ha, haaaa. Welcome to HELL!!” He laughed in, well, a devilish way.

He continued.

“I am sure you have a lot of questions. Let me assure you, none of them will be answered. What I can say, is all of you, in this squad, are here because you are sexual deviants fuckers, or sexual abusive fuckers. You will suffer everything you committed on earth here and more, much more, times infinity. If you think today is bad. Tomorrow will be worse. The day after even worse. And worse, and worse. There is no hope. No end. No relief. Do what you’re told though. Everything. If you don’t there are even worse things you will suffer. Even if you think that is impossible. Believe me it is. With that, I give you back to your Sargent.”

“Ok…nice speech. I am inspired to kick all your asses now. Literally. Line up.”

He went down the lines and kicked everyone’s ass. Many, several times. Then he got in front of the group and yelled, “Let’s get going. Time to run, ass fuckers, cock suckers, deviant fucks. Turn to your right and just down the path you will find some huge stones. Pick one up. You will carry that stone for the next two hundred miles. Go. Go. Go.”

Some assistant demons started beating them to move. The squad moved out and soon found a pile of large stones. Tony bent down and picked one up. He could barely lift it. The demons whip them constantly to move. They started running as best they could down the road, all the time beaten mercilessly by the demons.

For the next thirty five earth days the squad ran, walked, and crawled. Their feet got burned and blistered, their faces sunburned until their flesh hung off like the skin of a snake. They were constantly hungry, thirsty, sleepy, exhausted. They walked over burning sand, through swamps, over ice. They froze, shivered, and shook. Their toes turned black with frostbite. But on and on they went, carrying the impossibly heavy stones. They finally got back to camp.

“You can stop now and rest. No that’s a lie. There is no resting for you, ever. Let’s see. Up next are water drills. For the next undetermined length of time you will feel like you are drowning, over and over again.” The Sargent yelled.

A large pool appeared in front of them. He continued to yell, “Jump in. Try to tread water. Eventually you will get tired, drown. It will feel horrible. You will feel like you are dying, feel dead, only to wake up and do it all over again. Tread water again, drown, die, repeat. Go. Go. Go.”

The demons beat them into the pool. Tony drowned a hundred times. Two hundred. A thousand times. He wasn’t sure.

In the following days, weeks, months, years, they lined up some mornings to do what seemed like an infinite number of calisthenics. Millions of push-ups, sit-ups, burpees. They exercised until their hands bled, and then kept going.

They were made to hang by their thumbs on ropes. Move stones back and forth across a field. They sat inside a furnace, until they caught fire and were burned and to ashes, only to have it repeated.

They had to jump in ice cold water, which actually turned into ice, die, only to wake up and have to do it all over again.

They had a steam roller, roll over them again and again.

They jumped out of an airplane without a parachute.

Nails driven through their hands, feet.

They had a stake shoved up their butt and then roasted on a fire. Once fully cooked and they died, the demons would roast them again.

Or a combination of everything they had experienced, jump in the ice water, drown, run, get squished, burned, chopped up…… Or whatever the demons could come up for them to do, that day, week, month, year.

Torture after torture. They lost count of the days and never knew what it was like not to be in pain, hungry, thirsty, infinitely tired.

Finally one day their drill Sargent told them, “Well fuckers, you have all passed basic training. You now are ready to go to your first real personalized hell assignment. When I call your name set forward, get your pin.”

Each one of them were called and received a pin, which was put on them through their flesh, signifying they had passed basic.

“Ok, you abusive sex fuckers will be leaving us and going with Daniel here. He has some wonderful things planned for you. Listen for your name.”

Tony was called forward to join the abusive sex group.

Daniel came over to him and said, “I’m assigning you for now to whore house duty. Seems perfect for your qualifications. Just wait a second and I’ll take you there.” He tapped his tablet screen.

Chapter Three — The Whore House

Tony lost consciousness. He awoke sitting on a couch his legs folded up underneath him. Well, not “him” anymore. He was wearing a short satin robe tied loosely around his body. He opened the robe. He was naked and had boobs and a vagina. What the fuck. After everything he had experienced since arriving in Hell, having a sex change wasn’t all that strange. He just sat there wondering what was next.

He looked at himself more closely. His body wasn’t that great to look at. He was flabby and middle age. Not nearly as out of shape as his real life Tony, but not that great either. His tits were saggy. His pussy lips were kind of flappy, not tight. His hair was long, down to his waist and was gray. He had no idea what his face looked like.

He/she looked around the room. There were another ten women scattered around the room also lying on sofas, chairs or standing up. They all looked like shit too. Worn out whores.

The demon Tony knew as Daniel came in.

“Enjoy this small moment of peace. It won’t happen again. Welcome to hell’s version of a brothel. And ladies, you are here to be fucked, and fucked, and fucked. You abused and fucked women just for your own pleasure. Now it’s pay back time. You might be thinking that sounds like fun, but I assure you even the first fuck won’t be pleasant. And after two million fucks, ten million fucks, you will wish every second you didn’t have a cunt, breasts, or a mouth. When I call your name, come over to me and I will assign you a new name and a room.”

Tony was called fairly soon. Daniel was looking at his tablet.

“Tony?”

“Yes.”

“You are Tina now. Wow, you were a bad boy. You are screwed.” Daniel laughed. “I wouldn’t want to be you. Room 666. Just a second, I’ll take you there.” Daniel tapped his tablet, and the next thing Tina knew she was lying on a dirty uncomfortable bed in a dimly lit room.

The door opened. A hugely fat man came in. He was obviously very drunk. He struggled to get his clothes off but eventually did. Even from across the room Tina could smell the most horrible body odor ever. She almost barfed.

“Spread your legs Baby, Daddies coming in!”

Tina cowered, sitting on the bed, wrapped her arms around her knees. No way is that guy fucking me. Then she heard a voice in her head. “Submit Tina. Whatever he wants you do. You do it without thinking. I’ll be watching you. If you don’t do it, it will be back to boot camp or worse. Much worse.” It was Daniel’s voice.

Tina laid down flat on the bed and opened her legs. The enormously fat man stumbled over to the bed and got on top of her. His stench was even worse close up. Tina gagged. She was also being crushed under his weight.

“Well? Put it in. Come on. Do I have to do everything?”

With difficulty Tina reached down underneath the man and found his cock in all the flab. It was just long enough and hard enough to put into her. She felt the cock inside her. Very strange feeling. He had never had a cock inside him before. It was humiliating. The cock slid in and out of “her”. If it wasn’t bad enough having a cock in her, having the fat man on top of her was horrendous.

“Ahhhh. That’s better. Youuuu’ree pretty.” He slurred.

The man’s breath stunk of alcohol and garlic, and who knows what other foul thing. He began moving on her. His cock sliding in and out of her loose sloppy pussy.

She could barely breathe from his weight and his breath. She turned her head to the side.

Tina was thinking, so this is what my girls had to endure. Or something like it. What a fucking life. I was bad making them do it, but I didn’t really have a choice given how I was raised. I thought I had to do it. But it wasn’t right.

The man was humping her hard and fast now, panting, sweat dripping off of him. Fuck, I hope he doesn’t die on top of me. But then she laughed. He couldn’t die. He was already dead.

He fucked her hard, saying all kinds of foul things about her.

“You fucking cunt. You love having daddies big dick shoved into you don’t you, you nasty dirty whore. Cum slut. Bitch. Take that. And that.”

He pounded on her until he came. She felt his cream flowing down her ass crack. He seemed to fall asleep. Tina pushed on him with all the strength she had but couldn’t move him. I will pseudo die under him, I can’t breathe. Finally the fat man woke up again.

“Ready for another go?” He said.

Shit. I am in some horrible fuck loop. This is going to go on and on. And sure enough the fat man fucked her again and again and again. Her cunt got raw, filled up with cum. He seemed to get heavier and heavier, smell worse and worse. He farted and burped. He tried to kiss her. Most times she was able to avoid it, but hundreds of times she had to endure his disgusting mouth on hers. His tongue in her mouth.

“Ok, Daniel, I get it. I was horrible to my girls. They had to put up with this shit. You’ve made your point. I am sorry.” Tony thought.

Daniel messaged back to her, “You’re in Hell. Being sorry, NOW, doesn’t mean anything. Mr. Fat Man, here, has just started, and then after him we have other delights for you. You will have all the time of the universe to contemplate what you did to those women, and other people.”

And true to Daniel’s word, the fat man kept fucking Tina. I would have liked to say, “poor Tina”, but he, Tony, made his choice while he was living, and that was that. We can’t feel sorry for him.

The fat man went on and on. Tina felt just as embaressed, humiliated, and degraded the thousandth time as she did the first.

And then another digusting man took the fat man’s place who fucked her hundreds of times, then another, and another. There seemed to be an endless line of the most digusting men ever to walk the earth, and now hell. ready to fuck Tina thousands of times. Tina became a digusting, sweaty, cum dripping, piece of meat, but the men didn’t seem to care. Tina gave up hope and just lay there, sobbing, regretting what she had done to all the women he had abused during his lifetime. Though it would do no good now, he was ashamed of himself.

Then one day, Daniel said, “I have a big surprise for you Tina.”

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The door opened and Jessica stepped in. She was naked, but instead of a pussy, she had a large penis.

“Hi Tony. I am actually in heaven, but they let me come down here and have some “fun” with you. They are giving me a pass to do whatever I want without penalty or judgement.” Jessica said.

“You raped me, Tony.” Jessica yelled at the top of her lungs. “You are going to suffer for it. Do you have any idea how much that screwed up my life. I was a mess all my life. I had trouble with men having sex with me, even men I loved. I had bad dreams. Nightmares. I took prescription drugs, a lot of them, to try to drown out the trauma. You destroyed me. I ended up committing suicide.”

“I am sorry Jessica. I have learned a lot down here. Forgive me.” Tony hoped she believed him.

“Too late for that I am afraid. The demons have entered me, and you are going to suffer.”

Jessica sat on Tina’s stomach and slapped and punched him until she was black and blue.

“Open your fucking legs, Tony. Just like you told me to.”

Tina felt a sensation of fear, dread. She was quaking, crying. What the fuck.

“We are filling you with the same sensations, reactions, emotions, Jessica had when you raped her,:times a thousand.” Daniel said.

Tony had never felt so frightened in his whole life or death. He dreaded being fucked more than anything he had ever experienced.

“Please don’t fuck me. Please! Please! Anything else.” Tony cried.

Jessica laughed and waved her cock in front of Tony’s face. Jabbed it into his mouth. She got between his legs and held his ankles.

“Fuck you Tony.” Jessica screamed.

Tina was so scared she trembled. Then she felt Jessica’s cock going into her.

“Noooooo…..Nooooooo….pleeeeeeeease.”

Tina was wailing, crying. She felt such shame, humiliation. She wanted to die, but she was dead already. Jessica fucked her hard. All the while Tina cried and whimpered. The feeling of a cock inside her hurt her physically, a lot, but more importantly for the demons, emotionally. Tina felt used, a dirty whore, worthless meat, degraded, so degraded. She couldn’t imagine feeling anymore worthless, an object for other people to use, she had no say about anything.

Jessica fucked her and came in her once, twice, ten times, a hundred. Tina wailed, cried, screamed all the time. Tina tried to push Jessica away, only to be slapped and beaten. Jessica fucked Tina laughing all the time.

“You fucked me once Tony. I have fucked you hundreds of times. How does it feel? You piece of shit.” Jessica was really getting into it.

She spit on him. Then fucked him some more.

Tony was terrified of Jessica. And felt so ashamed, degraded, humiliated. She cried almost every hour of the day.

Jessica felt no pity and fucked Tina 24/7/365/infinity

After an eternity. They have a different sense of time in Hell, Jessica stopped.

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She was replaced by the Thai girl. Though he couldn’t understand everything that she was saying, she was obviously very angry, and didn’t like it that Tony hit her and then later had her gang fucked for weeks before becoming a full time whore for him. She got hooked on drugs, and died of an overdose.

Like Jessica she beat Tony/Tina mercilessly and using her cock fucked him until he was raw, then kept going for what seemed like forever. Which in Hell it was.

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She was replaced by another woman Tony had raped. He was just as terrified and humiliated by her as he had been with Jessica. More wailing and crying. The new woman laughed at him. Fucked him from behind, then in the ass.

“Not in my ass, pleeeeeeeease.” Tony was frantic.

” Why not? You fucked me in the ass. Even when I begged you not to.” The woman laughed as she fucked his ass harder.

She fucked his ass a hundred times, enjoying each time more than the one before. Tina’s ass was wrecked. Her asshole was on fire, gaping, a mess. Cum ran out of it in a river. It didn’t matter to the woman, she kept on fucking him.

She was replaced another woman, then another. Then another. A seemingly endless line. Tony had raped and humiliated a lot of women. And when the demons ran out women Tony had used, they started sending in women who had been raped or abused by other men.

Many of these were super angry, ready for revenge. And I mean super angry. Tony was beaten, whipped, kicked, and fucked. They shoved things into his pussy, ass and mouth that shouldn’t be in those places. Sharp things. Big things. The women loved to hear Tina squeal, cry. The more he cried, the more they wanted to hurt him. His back, butt, feet, were crisscrossed with red welts from whips. His pussy and ass bled. They tortured him mercilessly. And in Hell, mercilessly means mercilessly. He was in constant pain and fear, humiliation and degradation. The women spit, pissed, on him. Thousands of women took their revenge.

“Open your mouth fucker.” As she pissed in his mouth.

The new women didn’t seem to notice he was covered in cum, spit, and piss, they could only see what they had done to him. But to Tina, he experienced the accumulation of all of it. He was covered in cum, and piss. It was HELL for him. But of course it was HELL. What else could Tony expect?

Throughout all this, even though Tony felt very sorry for himself, he also felt very bad for the women. In life, he hadn’t really thought about how much he was screwing up their lives. The only life they would have. A tiny bit of pity was starting to enter his heart. It made the torture a little more bearable. Go ahead and torture me. I deserve it, he thought. I wish I could have done things differently when I was alive.

Daniel decided it was finally time to mix it up. He stopped the revengeful women, FOR NOW.

“We are going to do something totally different for a while. Transferring you to the glory holes. But you’ll be back here again, I can assure you. Bye for now.” said Daniel.

Chapter Four — Glory Holes

In the blink of an eye, Tina/Tony found himself in a very very small room that had a hole in one wall. And Tina was now Tony. As both sexes have mouths, apparently Daniel thought sucking cock being a man was even more humiliating than if he had stayed a woman.

In two blinks of an eye, a cock was shoved through the hole near Tony’s face.

“Don’t even think about not sucking it, and not sucking it until it cums, and certainly don’t think you are not going to swallow every single drop of cum that goes in your mouth. Because you will do all those things again and again and again. And as you learned, “again” can be a very long time, an almost infinite amount of time, if we want.” Daniel thought to him.

Tony reluctantly grabbed the droopy cock and begin stoking it. It responded to Tony’s efforts and was soon stiff enough to warrant sucking on. He put it into his mouth and started sucking on it.

“I am fucking sucking on cock. Me, Tony Ricco is sucking cock. Good thing the guys can’t see me.” Tony thought to himself.

As if on command, all the walls of the room that didn’t have the hole in it turned clear, became glass. And on the other side of the glass were his guys. Dozens of his crew, staring at him. They were all looking at him, laughing.

“Look at the Boss. He’s sucking cock. Ain’t that something to see.”

All of his crew were slapping each other’s backs. Laughing until they were crying. They were replaced by other people. People he had screwed one way or another when he was alive. Men he had taken money from, beat up, killed. Women he had fucked, slapped, beaten. They all came to see him, delighted by what they saw.

Then people he didn’t even know came to watch him and laugh. Like a silly zoo animal. Every once in awhile though some of his crew and people he had screwed would come back to laugh at him, yell at him, to make the situation that much more humiliating. They would yell his name and tell him how much he looked like he liked sucking cock, called him names, “cocksucker”.

Even though Tony felt like yelling back at them, he knew it would do no good. He was powerless now. And he had a job to do. And that job was sucking cock. Anything else he did or even thought of doing he would get punished for it.

He thought back to all the times he had his own cock sucked and tried to imitate the motions. Having a cock in his mouth was even stranger and more humiliating than having one in his/her pussy. He felt more used.

He sucked on the cock as best he could. Went back and forth on it. He used his hands to pump it. He found using his hands he didn’t have to take the cock so far into his mouth and risk choking.

“Don’t use your hands.” Daniel told him. “You need to suck it, all of them down to the balls. Down into your throat.”

Tony tried. He couldn’t do it without gagging. Daniel didn’t care. A spell made him take the cock, and everyone afterward all the way in, deep throating them. He would have to take each cock all the way out, then all the way in, time after time. Then swallowing it to the balls, bob on it deep in her throat until it came. Later he was given more freedom for technique. But that was thousands of cocks down the road.

Cock #1 he wasn’t very good at. By cock #100 he was getting better. By cock #500 he was beginning to be a pro, by cock #1,000 he was an expert. He was getting so he could do 4 or 5 even 6 cocks an hour, all day, day in, day out. Upwards of a 800 to 1,000 cocks a week. 40,000 to 52,000 cocks a year. 480,000 to 520,000 cocks a decade. He was a machine. A cock sucking machine.

As time went on, he also became an expert concerning the cocks themselves. He knew every size, shape, sensitivity, of just about every cock possible. He had favorites and ones he hated. He loved nice clean, smooth cocks, just the right thickness and length he could get in his mouth and not choke on. He liked ones that he didn’t have to work too hard to make them cum.

There were a lot of things not to like. Dirty, smelly, hairy cocks, ones that were too short, too long, too thick. He didn’t like ones who took forever to suck off. They made his jaws hurt. He also didn’t like cocks who shot cum out like a fire hose and gagged him, or pulsed gallons of cum he had to swallow.

And most of all he hated cum that tasted bad, and too be honest that was just about all of cum he had to swallow. Bitter, salty, sticky, goo. He hated it. But once in awhile he would be surprised by sweet tasting cum, nectar. He wished, if only they could all taste like that. But it was not to be. The next cock’s ejaculate would be horrible, choking goo that tasted like battery acid or Drano.

He was approaching his millionth cock. You would think that would be a record, but it wasn’t even close. There were men and women down in Hell who had been sucking cock before Christ was born. Tony had a long ways to go. He was only saved only by the fact that Daniel needed him to replace someone.

Chapter 5 — Alice

Tony opened his eyes and found he was himself again, fat naked Tony. In front of him he saw a woman’s ass. She was bent over, her head and hands locked into a stock. Her feet too were anchored to the floor spread wide apart.

“Your job is to ass fuck this woman’s continuously. You will find you have a constant hard on, an infinite amount of cum, and an infinite desire to fuck this woman’s ass. As soon as I stop talking, go to it. Bye.” Daniel said inside Tony’s mind.

Tony thought finally some relief from being fucked in the mouth for hundreds of years. Fucking a woman’s ass wouldn’t be so bad. No sooner did these thoughts go through his head than he felt a tremendous desire, compulsion to put his cock into the woman’s ass. He grab her bottom with one hand and his cock with the other, guiding the tip towards her asshole. He shove himself forward but found it very difficult to get in. There was no lube. He really wanted to be inside her though. He kept pushing and shoving, working his way in. The asshole muscles slowly opened. He could hear the woman moaning crying. “Stop! Stop! You’re hurting me. It hurts so much!” But Tony couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop. Soon he was all the way in. The woman was whimpering, crying up a storm. Then she started actually screeching at the top of her lungs. “Stop! Ohhhhhh. Owwwwww. Owwwwww. Owwwwww. Ohhhhh. Stop…..” on and on. Tony of course didn’t stop. If anything he fucked her asshole harder and faster. Then he came inside her. Well at least that was nice.

He pulled out. The woman relaxed. “Thank the devil that is over. Fuck you whoever you are. I’ll get you one day. That hurt so much. You fuck. Fuck. It still fucking hurts.”

Tony’s cock sprung up again hard as ever. He again had an overwhelming desire to fuck her asshole. Oh well, here we go. He once again fought to get his cock inside her, and once again she started screaming, and if anything it was louder. Her body was shaking and quivering. “Fuckkkkkkkk! Fucccccckkk!

You piece of….owwwwww….owwwww…” She started crying again. Tony pounded her and came again. There was enough cum in her now it was flowing out of her.

He pulled out, and within a few minutes once again got rigid and pushed into her yet again. It was a tiny bit easier as she was filled with cum and her asshole now was gaped opened.

Tony fucked the women’s asshole repeatedly. She finally fainted and Tony was given a time out until she regained consciousness. As soon as she did though, he was at it again.

Tony felt sorry for her, as he knew the pain she must be suffering from his experience with men with the enormous cocks. Tony asked her what she had done to deserve this torture.

The woman was in too much in pain to actually talk to him for any length of time, but she was able to send her story into his mind.

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Alice hated men. She isn’t sure when it started. Maybe some kind of abuse from her father or brothers. Whatever the reason by the time she got old enough to date she found she didn’t like being “made love to,” or being used. She enjoyed more using men. And surprisingly she found a lot of men who wanted to be used, even abused. She suffered through a lot of dates though, which to her were little more than rapes. It pissed her off so much she spent a lot of her day dreaming time thinking on how to get revenge.

She started buying “toys”, whips, hand cuffs, restraints, gags, blindfolds. Whenever she could she guided her dates towards tying them up and toying with them. She got more and more into it as time went on. She found she got a sexual thrill out of controlling, abusing men. She loved it so much she turned it into a business. She became a professional Dominatrix. She became Mistress Alice.

She had a dungeon. Men would make appointments to see her for her to do all kinds of nasty things to them. She enjoyed torturing her clients. Whipping their bottoms, kicking them in the balls, torturing their cocks, fucking them in the ass with a strap on. She usually went way beyond what the clients asked her to do. After all if “they” wanted it, it wasn’t in a way torture. She made sure they knew who was in charge, and to feel pain. She loved pain. Having men scream. It turned her on. And she couldn’t have cared less that she was hurting them.

The men, bottoms, mostly wanted what they wanted, not what Alice wanted to do to them. They thought they were in charge. Not for long. She soon bent them to her will. She had several house servants. These men were made to wear chastity devices permanently. They cleaned her house, bought the groceries, cooked. They drove her places, licked her feet, act as a foot stool when she wanted. They gave her all the money they earned.

She felt nothing she did was any worse than thousands of not millions of men had done throughout time to women. Though she had a few favorites, she tried to sleep with a new man, or preferable new men, every night. It wasn’t hard really. Men were constantly contacting with her on all her social media sites. They worshipped her, her pussy especially. She could do anything she wanted to them, and she did, and that something almost always involved pain.

She especially loved fucking men’s asses. The more powerful and prideful the man, the more she enjoyed it.

She managed to put away quite a bit of money over time, and even though the number of clients dropped off as she got older there were always some that stayed with her. She died fairly young at 65 of cancer. But that is life.

She went through a similar boot camp that Tony had gone through. Then she had her first Hell loop. Like Tony’s had to suffer the opposite of what she had done. She was turned into a man and an endless stream of women tortured him relentlessly. Whipping her, kicking her balls, and abusing her cock for millennia. Then the devils thought it was time for her to get ass fucked. That’s where Tony came in.

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Tony felt sorry for Alice, even if she had been bad to men. She was a female him, in a way. Tony had learned a lot since he had been in Hell. And he sympathized with all the things that had happened to Alice both in her life and here in Hell.

He shared his story with Alice. She at first thought he was a horrible monster, but like Tony, realized she had been just as bad. She too had a much more forgiven outlook on people now, if they owned up to what they did wrong and were willing to change for real. They were a like in many ways.

For the first time ever, in either his life or death, Tony had real concern for another human being. He wanted to do something for her, make things easier for her in the perpetual state of being fucked in the ass that she now found herself in. Tony actually had “feelings”.