Vicky woke up in a darkened room. She couldn’t see anything, but quickly realised she was bound hand and foot, and couldn’t move. She tried to remember how she'd got here, but it was faint, a long way away. The last thing she could remember was a hospital, feeling very tired, a terrible pain in her chest then blackness. She also felt different now, the aches and pains seemed to have gone and she felt strong again for the first time in years.
A light came on, and suddenly a terrible vision was before her. Red skin, large canines, bushy eyebrows and little pointed horns. Eaakk. Traditional devil outfit.
The devil stared at her and said, "Well you damn well took your time getting here!"
"I'm sorry," Vicky replied in a small shaky voice, she realised she was naked and vunerable.
"I've been waiting for you Vicky. I've been waiting for 63 years just for you. For God's sake you lived to be 97 years old, and I've been languishing here all that time waiting to say Thank you."
"Thank you?" says Vicky with a puzzled look.
"Ah, you don't remember me do you? Is this better?" The demonic face disappears and now in front of her is an ordinary man in sweater and jeans. "I was one of your clients when you worked at Temple Solutions."
A light dawns in Vicky's head and she feels a little bit reassured, but still being bound to the table was still worrying her a little, as was the fact she was naked. The man looked over her youthful body, firm flesh, nice not oversized breasts, shaved pussy, Vicky was a tad plump but knew that she was what some men referred to as stacked. She was bound at each corner to a hard table at waist height to the man. The bindings were tight on her ankles and wrists.
"My name is Arroway. You arranged the Big Bang finale for me when I was dying of cancer. I never got to say thank you at the time, but I've thought of you many times over the years. I've worked up though the ranks to this position of supervisor and so I was able to put a request on your case."
"My case?" asks Vicky , the edge of fear showing in her voice.
"Where do you think you are Vicky?"
"emmm Hell?" she replies.
"Well done, spot on, you died and are now in the glorious state of hell. Bit like Texas only hotter, with worse taste in décor. The scales came down against you and you were sent here for eternal damnation."
A fit of trembling hits her and she sobs, "I didn’t do anything wrong. I tried to live a good life helping people."
"Ah well. God ruled that assisting suicides is a sin. You had a plate full of that and what's more enjoyed it too, if I remember correctly." Arroway had an evil grin on his face.
"That’s not fair. I saved those people a lot of suffering. I was doing what I thought right."
"Doesn’t matter. It's all there in the bible. If it's any consolation, I was sent here for committing suicide. Just because we thought the bible was a load of outdated tosh, doesn’t make any difference. Rulz is rulz. Now I've got you and have to give you your induction course."
"Induction course?"
Arroway explains, "Yes, a course of mild to severe torture depending on sins, and the supervisors inclination. After that we assign you permanent quarters then find you a job suitable to your skills and status as serf."
"Serf?"
"The lowest rank in hell. It goes serf, bondsperson, trusted, supervisor, fiend, archfiend, then his Almighty Ungodliness at the very top. Of course there are deputy this and deputy that in between, but if you think of the whole set up as a feudal system you'll get the picture. Ah I forgot, until you complete you’re induction you're not even a serf, you are lowest of the low and you're all mine. Your first lesson is that you must call me Master. In fact anybody above you're rank, eg everyone at the moment, is Master, Mistress or Sir."
"Yes Master." Vicky remembers a similar scene many years ago. But this time the roles are reversed.
"Good, remember that and we'll get on famously, just like in the old days. Now because I owe you so much from back then, I'm bending the rules a little and going to make this as easy on you as possible. As long as you do everything I say without complaint or hesitation, we can have a little fun on the way. I'll also break the rules again by staying in my human form just for old times sake."
"Yes Master." Vicky plays along realising things could be far worse.
"Okay to start with, I want you to think back. You made a cast of my penis when I was in your care. What happened to it?"
"Well Master, I used the wax cast to create several latex versions of you, a couple of the girls liked you and I wanted one as well for myself."
"That’s good and what did you do with the cast after you had made it?"
Vicky's nipples rose at the thoughts of what she done with it, "I used it to pleasure myself."
Arroway raises his voice, "That’s not the Vicky I remember, what sort of language is that? Tell me it properly!"
"Yes Master. On nights when I was lonely, I used it to fuck myself until I came." Vicky felt tingling in her pussy lips.
