"How did you find that?" The Devil boomed with laughter.
I was crouched down on the mists floor, shaking trying to get that sight out of my mind. That hatchet was enormous and it looked lethal. Just the thought of it and I was in dry tears.
"What's the matter Murphy, can't take a little pleasure and pain?" He said to me.
I turned my head to look up at him, sitting on his throne; "Pig." I thought to myself, "Prick, Scumbag."
"That's better. That's the Murphy I created." He laughed.
"What do you mean, that you created?" I asked, suspiciously.
"You see, I have" He started to say, "No, I will show you." He finished.
With that we were next in a room filled with all type of medieval contraptions. I recognized a few from my childhood in England.
"You see this is where I teach all of my subjects how to react and learn different lessons. Here they learn to maim, kill, rape, torture, incest; all manner of depravity, that I enjoy watching." He stated, as his eyes glowed from inner fire of hate and pure lust.
"Since you were so traumatized by my doctor, I'll let you have some fun here." He said like a kind and understanding father.
As we looked about the room, a person stepped forward. Dressed in a leather vest, laced up at the front, but still showing off an enormous pair of tits. Glancing down towards her crotch, where it was open, I nearly choked. Where she should have female organs, was an enormous 8" cock. I could hardly take my eyes of it.
"Yes, it's a beauty, isn't it?" The devil spoke with lust; "Meet Mistress Chilled Vodka. One of our lovely Trans-sexual BDSM teachers."
I had never seen a she-male before, but I felt my loins start to grow, as I looked at her form.
"Yes, that's better Murphy. Get hot. Get horny. For she will be your teacher, for this lesson." He laughed as he spoke and then disappeared in a cloud of mist.
I was left alone with this female of generous proportions. Sheer pleasure was written over my face as she approached.
"You are going to have to earn that pleasure Murphy." She said with a knowing smile. "You see I can read your thoughts, so if you disobey me, it will be worse for you."
"NOW! Come here." She shouted.
I went to walk over to her. As I neared her she kicked me in the balls; "On all fours when you walk, you pig!" She said.
"Fucking Bitch." I yelled at her.
WHACK!
The back of her hand hit my face; "You will not call me names here! You will address me as Mistress Vodka! You will do as I say! Or you will go back to see a certain doctor. It's your choice!" she smiled.
"Now put that on." She said, as she threw a studded collar down at me.
"What the?" I thought.
WHACK!
"Not very bright are you Murphy. Didn't I just get through telling you that I could read your mind?" She told me.
"Yes." I sneered up at her.
WHACK!