Sin and Penance Ch. 02 - Judgement

Chapter 2 - Judgment

When the ferry arrived on the shores of Gehenna, the women screamed; Dozens of Imps rushed towards the boat. The short, red gremlin-like demons stood about the size of a toddler. Small antlers grew from either side of their heads, and the creature's had disproportionately large ears that, apparently, allowed them to hear the whispers of sinners from miles away.

Imps were crafty and malicious, they loved nothing more than to torment and terrorize sinners - But they were the lowest class of demon and lacked any real sapience - They didn't differentiate between guilty or innocent. The little demons were armed with tiny pokers and pitchforks which - In any other context - Might seem cute instead of terrifying.

As the Imps rushed onto the ferry, the girls kicked and stomped at them. A few were messily squished against the deck, others were sent flying. Mrs Warner threw one of the creatures into the magma, and it screamed a humorous yet painful yelp as it dissolved inside the molten rock. They put up a good fight, but the sheer amount of the tiny demons overwhelmed them, and Imps were deceptively strong for their size; They were like a spider caught in an ants nest.

The Imps swept the women off their feet like a red tide and dragged them, kicking and screaming, onto the river bank beforing plopping them down on the hot ground. The cruel little demons cackled mischievously to each other as the girls laid scared on the rocks.

The creatures spoke to each other in a sequenced series of cackles, before pointing at the forlorn women.

Swarming around them, the demons forced them to their feet. With their pitchforks and pokers, the Imps poked and prodded the crying girls into a line of sinners that stretched over a hundred miles long. The creatures - Of course - Preferred to go for the humans' backsides.

It was a tender spot they could reach and it always seemed to get the humans to move. It was made much easier targets since thanks to Charon, most souls arrived at the Infernal Gates au nature. It was enough to make them move.

It took the women four months to cross through the Fields of the Nephilim.

An unpleasant journey to say the least.

They thought that crossing the River Styx with Charon was a dreadful experience but the Nephilim fields proved downright awful. At least Charon proved somewhat lenient. Hell was run through bureaucracy but it wasn't always as efficient as it could be.

Not all of these girls were "evil doers", but their unfortunate deaths occurring at the same time brought some complications as to how they were processed.

It was easier just to send them all in as guilty. Easier for the Princess Regent, anyway.

The paperwork could be filled out and sentences laid while they braved the Fields. Later when they reached the end of the penance line, the demons could sort the innocent from the wicked and transfer them accordingly.

Though that wasn't much of a consultation to the girls in the group who had done nothing wrong in their lives.

For the past four months, all twenty five of them had been menaced by Imps that surrounded them at every flank. The girls and their teacher clearly looked out of place in the congregation of miscreants and delinquents - Though there were others that seemed to be in a similar position as them. Regardless, they were forced to march long miles barefooted across the hot rocks that made up the ground in the Fields.

It was a mixed gendered line but all the sinners were too busy being tormented by the demons around them to fraternize with any others in the queue.

There were millions of the tiny Imps dancing joyously around the feet of the crowd with pokers and pitchforks, cackling with hilarity.

On either side of the line were Liliam, the sons and daughters of Lady Lilith herself; Goat horned demons with red skin, and oxtails. Several of them also had bird talons, but others had legs that more resembled humans. The Incubi and Succubi were outfitted with bullwhips and seemed to organize the movements of the Imps.

Occasionally, there were other demons who would take to the blackened skies. They soared over the miles long line of sinners to supervise their processing. These were the Fallen, the angels that sided with Lucifer in his endless war against God. The sight of these winged demons soaring above their heads certainly gave a fright to the pious group of Catholics.

Sometimes, the girls would feel a whip against their backsides and the line would stop. Why that was, they didn't want to know. All they knew was that they would wait for days, standing with their bare feet baking on hot rocks - And when it was time for the line to move again, the girls would feel the crack of whips against their backs.

If they fell behind in their pace, sharp objects would poke and prod their tender cheeks. Always followed by mischievous giggling - Not that the line in the Fields ever moved much. The entryways to Hell were more than overburdened. Most of the time was spent waiting. The long, intolerable waiting.

The girls were never allowed to sleep. No one in the line was - But that didn't seem to matter here. They were never fatigued, at least in the traditional sense. They felt tired, but not as though they needed sleep - Or food, for that matter.

Not that they had much time to think about it between the sporadic periods of butt-poking that the group infrequently suffered. Everybody was just so scared and their baking feet ached on the hot rocks from which they got no release from.

As they finally crossed the fields after what seemed like decades, were haphazardly ushered into processing by the ill disciplined Imps. Caught up in a large wave of sinners, the group was mistakenly swept to the side. Mrs Warner bravely pulled two of her students out of the crowd and safely into the rest of the group. If they were going to Hell, they were going to Hell together. So far, she hadn't lost any of them. She aimed to keep it that way.

Mrs Warner quickly gained her initiative, and used the commotion to scurry away with her group. Hell seemed so big that their group was probably small enough to sneak away - At least, for a while.

Unguided and unprocessed, the group wandered their immediate surroundings. The frightened girls hid behind their teacher as best they could. Not that it would do them much good.

They hid behind a colossal ruin as they watched an endless field of naked slaves laboring away to build some unholy city of cyclopean proportions. When he slaves fell behind, they were whipped, or pokers were inserted up their rectums - But these pokers were red hot and super heated.

Mrs Warner didn't want that for herself - And she didn't want it for the class either. She had to find the manager fast. She hurried the girls along, despite the fact that the hot ground burned her bare feet. She knew it hurt the girls feet too.

Eventually, they stumbled across a demon standing over a pit. The pit was full of sinners who were pushing some kind of wooden turbine.

There were men and women in the group, all of them naked but locked in chastity and crying - Bound together in black chains made from an unearthly element and walking on hot coals. He whipped the sinners in a rhythm as they screamed and turned the large wheel around to fuel a furnace. Their suffering appeared to give the naked demon an extraordinary amount of pleasure.

The Incubus had fiery red eyes and large goat horns. It's crimson skin was bare and wore nothing except a utility belt around it's waist that dangled with torturous instruments. The creature was ripped with an athletic body - Not to mention- Was incredibly well endowed.

Its large throbbing erection on full display left little question towards the creature's gender.

Mrs Warner felt sinful but couldn't help but find the creature attractive, even if it terrified her.

Her loins tingled, just the tiniest bit.

She pushed the impure thoughts from her mind and found her sense. He looked like he might have been in charge, or at least, he looked like he knew someone who was.

The woman swallowed her fears and carefully led her students across the deep pit that radiated an immense heat. The demon did not appear to notice her or the girls as it was too busy laughing sadistically at the sinners it was currently tormenting. They walked up next to the Incubus and Mrs Warner nervously addressed it.

"A-are you in charge?"

The surprised demon pivoted on the spot to face the woman. It shot her a furious and fiery glare.

"Excuse me? Are you speaking, sinner?" The creature raised its whip aggressively.

"Because I don't remember giving you permission to do that."

Mrs Warner cowered behind her hands and pleaded desperately with the Incubus.

"I-I'm sorry but I don't think we belong here! These are good Catholic girls!"

He lowered the whip and looked over the group curiously. His cock grew harder somehow than it already was. The sight of them no doubt aroused him, but it was obvious that not all of these girls belonged here. Some seemed out of place for sure.

Even before he knew they were Catholics.

After all, Catholicism alone never saved anyone from his torment.

"Hmm. I mean, you belong here, but maybe not 'here', here." It paused for a moment before continuing. The demon knew not all of them were innocent. They couldn't be.

"At least some of you, anyway." It elaborated.

The woman slowly lowered her guard around the creature. She didn't understand what he meant by that second comment. None of her girls could possibly belong here.

"W-what do you mean?"

The demon smiled and called over it's demonic sibling.

"Hey Otep, come have a look at this."

A demon behind him stood up from where she sat sharpening a poker. The she-thing approached its "brother". The creature resembled a woman with long black hair. The succubus' horns were different from the incubus', they were curved and bent inwards. Mrs Warner thought they were similar to a nanny goat, though much longer and thicker.

The red skinned demon's flesh was tattooed with pentagrams and other hellish sigils and runes. It wore leather chaps and a belt with hellish devices and instruments of torture hanging off from its loops. The creature's chest was bare. The well endowed demon had perfectly rounded breasts that made little question of the creature's gender.

The creature's fiery red eyes widened at the sight of the cowering young women. The hapless girls excited her very much. A toothed smile spread across the demoness' face and her nipples visibly hardened.

"Wow, big score you found here, Colath!"

Otep's brother shook his head reservedly. He didn't want to get his sister's hopes up in case these girls needed to be transferred.

"Maybe not that big. They're Catholic girls apparently." It turned to its sister.

"What do you suppose happened here?"

Otep raised her eyebrows at Colath and shrugged her shoulders.

How was she supposed to know what happened to them?

"Do you mean how they died? I don't know, a bus accident?"

Colath sighed in frustration.

"No!" He clarified.

"How did they end up here instead of the other place? Whatever it's called."

Otep jammed the pitch fork in the ground and lent up against it. She gave out a resigned sigh as she crossed her arms.

"Babel? Probably another one of our 'great' Princess' clerical shortcuts again."

Colath looked over the group of Catholic girls he knew most likely did not belong here but he desired deeply to torture none the less.

"Maybe." He said before looking over at his sister and smiling.

"By that I mean definitely."

"A-are you in charge, Ms Otep?"

The succubus laughed at the dead woman's query.

"Ha! No. I wish!" Otep looked over to her brother and smiled. Then she addressed the frightened teacher again "I'm just the gate supervisor. But I can get our sister over here, if you'd like."

Mrs Warner questioned the demons to see if she would be getting any closer to her long goal of finding a manager.

"I-is your sister in charge?"

The demonic siblings chuckled among each other. Then the succubus responded cryptically.

"Uh... You could say she's 'looking after' the place."

The red skinned demoness spoke into some kind of biomechanical radio that the creature had taken from the belt on its waist. The apparatus was made of bone and a fleshy umbilical cord connected its handpiece to an organic transponder she still wore on her belt.

"Hey Princess, I've got some sinners here with a Karen who wants to speak to the manager." The she-thing looked at the girls and smiled deviously. "They say there's been a mix up. Want to prove 'em wrong?"

A female voice with a southern drawl cracked back over the radio, incensed.

"Address me by my proper title, Otep!" It cracked.

Otep and her brother laughed. She shook her head and spoke back into the organic radio.

"No way. I don't care who your father is. You're still my little sister and I'm not calling you shit except, Princess. So fix the errors created by your clerical shortcuts and figure out a better system, Princess."

"Ugh! Fine!" The voice responded.

The only reason they indulged the group at all is because they liked pointing out their sister's failures to her. They despised that Sin was the Regent of Hell.

They knew they never could be.

Lilith may have been their mother, but Sin was the only child that Lucifer ever sired.

And that meant Sin was his Heiress Apparent, no matter how much older or more experienced her other siblings were.

They could never sit upon the Infernal Throne or hold the Infernal Trident as she did.

Otep smiled and placed the biomechanical radio back on her belt. She leaned back against her pitchfork and crossed her arms.

"You're lucky she's here to pickout new slaves for the construction of her bullshit city. Otherwise it might have taken you several centuries of torment and violation before you got a chance to speak with her, haha!"

The creature seemed to derive a sick pleasure from taunting the group, though it seemed genuine in its tone. This is probably the closest that the being ever got to being "nice" or "friendly". Mrs Warner imagined that she couldn't judge this creature for its nature.

"O-oh, thank you then, Ms Otep."

"Ha! Don't mention it." Joked the demoness as she menacingly eyed the contours of the girls and their teacher again. Her mind raced with the many twisted ways that she could find to torment them. She hoped that at least some of these girls belonged in Gehenna.

"I'm just here to help." She said with a sadistic smile.

A few minutes later, the lady of the hour arrived. Princess Regent Sin, Grand Torturer of Hell, who'd been left in charge of the Underworld since her parents were away. She wore a horned crown on her horned brow, that stuck up out of her curly strawberry blonde hair.

Her endowed bosom was adorned in nothing by precious royal gemstones that glistened in the orange glow of the magma around them. She wore nothing but a bejeweled and courtly loincloth around her waist.

In her hand, she held the infernal trident of the Underworld. The same one that her father had pried from the cold, dead grasp of Hades. Mrs Warner thought the demoness looked different from the others. She had the tattered wings of a fallen angel.

Sin was accompanied by an overworked and frustrated advisor Azazel, another "gift" she inherited from her father.

Sin impatiently hit the back of the trident into the ground to get her sister's attention.

"I'm here. You happy? Now get the fuck back to work! I'll keep you here longer if I have to."

Otep scoffed, which made Sin grumble further. She waved her finger in her half-sister's face.

"You will respect me, Otep! Sooner or later, I promise you."

"Oh no! You're going to force me to torment sinners today for even longer now? How will I ever cope!" She quipped sarcastically in a mocking tone.

The thought of tormenting more human souls aroused the sadistic demon more than she already was. If this was the Princess' idea of punishment, Otep thought her sister could sign her up for eternity. Sick desire came over the demon and she couldn't resist rubbing her erect nipples. She held her poker against the grindstone with her right hand while she squeezed her breasts with her left and moaned sensually.

Sin glared her fiery eyes at her half-sister.

"Shut up Otep. Or you can clean the Imp pens!" She beaked.

That thought wasn't nearly as enticing. Otep groaned in frustration and stopped fondling herself. She gave her sister a sour look and turned her full attention back to sharpening pitchforks and pokers.

Colath couldn't help but smile joyously at the sight of his siblings fighting. Demons loved mischief, especially Liliam.

"Stop smiling Colath! I don't see you lashing many sinners with that whip! Get to it!"

Colath kept smiling, but he also went back to whipping the sinners who were pushing the wooden turbines inside the pen in front of him. He didn't mind at all. His penis throbbed furiously and he moaned sadistically.

"Ugh. Who was it that wanted to speak with me anyway?"

Otep pointed out the terrified teenagers and their teacher to her half-sister. She was still sharpening pitchforks and pokers on a grinding wheel.

"The Catholic girls cowering behind their teacher."

Sin looked over at the girls and nodded her head. Otep looked back at her sister with a feigned expression of sympathy.

"I 'fink they're wee widdle footsies are hurty." She taunted in a faux-baby voice.

Colath chuckled sadistically at his sister's comment. The sadistic Incubus just could not help tugging at his cock with his free hand. It was all too much. He threw his head back over towards his sister.

"Aww. Poor little things. No idea what's in store for them." He mocked through a twisted grin.

The incubus built up the speed of his strokes. The tingling between Oteps legs just became too much and she dropped the poker she was sharpening. The succubus put her right hand inside her leather chaps and started furiously rubbing her clit. She caressed and squeezed her nipples with her left hand. The incubus dropped his whip and with his free hand fingered his prostate.

They both knew most of them didn't belong here, but most demons of Gehenna were malevolent. These two didn't much care who they tormented. Only that they fulfilled their sadistic desires through bondage and violent sex.

And they both so desperately wanted to torment these spoiled and privileged Catholic brats.

Sin herself was aroused at the sight of the girls and their teacher. She loved torturing Catholics. Her nipples hardened and her womanhood tingled but she had more self control than her siblings. She took a deep breath and gestured to her minions to move the group away from the pit. The girls struggled but this time the demons did not seem to harm them. They organized the girls into an orderly line.

Sin approached the group and turned to the fallen at her left hand side.

"Do you remember this group Azazel? I've read the files of so many sinners that they all blend into one."

The demon nodded his head.

"Yes, I do, Your Infernal Highness. They died about a year ago, I believe. Most of them were innocents, if I remember correctly. Only a few guilty among them, but some are especially heinous."

Sin sighed. Her shortcuts always seemed to actually cost her more time. It always ended up being so much more of an effort but she constantly wanted to finish her work early so that she could party in Babel. Now, she just wanted to focus as much of her time on her city.

"Let's get this over with so I can go back to building my city."

She stood before the group and looked them up and down. Sin liked the bodies of women almost as much as she liked the bodies of men. The succubus-angel hybrid enjoyed admiring the naked contours and curves of the young women and their teacher. But she was well aware that not all of these girls deserved her sadistic wrath.