The Final Bwa-Ha-Ha 3

Fire was taken to a great hall which both seemed a part of the volcanic landscape and like the ribcage of some giant animal, fused with the ground and walled with brackish wood. Inside, it was slightly more pleasant. The light came from red candles and the high walls were marked with tapestries, which depicted orgies instead of torture or damnation, so—small favors.

The demon sitting on the throne at the end of the hall was only so bad. He was grotesque, sure, but many men were that while still appealing to Bea. At least he was tall, and his own boss.

Baal-Satyr was a green-skinned monster, giant muscles bulging in his broad shoulders and thick arms. His belly was large and stout, like some intimidating pro wrestler in Guy’s beloved TV shows. He was clearly the kind of guy who had muscle for work instead of play—not like the vain bodybuilders that were Bea’s preference.

His lower body was a pair of goat legs, covered in dark fur that extended everywhere but to his cloven hooves and the leathery phallus that dangled between his legs. It was just as big as anything Bea had ever seen a man packing. Which was saying something, considering how many men she’d seen.

“I am Baal-Satyr,” he said. “I bid you welcome. Long have you been awaited here in Hell, to rule beside me and join in the decadence that—”

“Hold on, hold on!” Bea interrupted. Mierda, but he was hung. How could she be expected to take all that? And if she did, how hard would she come? “Hell! Really? I know I’m a bit of a bad girl—maybe I even deserve to be on the Superbuddies with all the other knuckleheads—but Hell!?”

“Don’t judge us so hastily,” Baal-Satyr chuckled. “You’re hardly in a circle of Hell reserved for such as Despero or Metallo. In fact, this is practically Purgatory. You’ve always enjoyed being bad. Here, you may indulge in the pleasures of the flesh for all eternity! That’s not so bad, now is it? You might ask Wonder Woman how such a fate may be enjoyed, were she not already set for the Elysium Fields. Personally, I think she’ll find the place quite boring after how much she delighted in our trysts…”

Diana? And that thing? And everyone thinks she’s a virgin! But if anyone could take the dick and live, it’d be her. A cock like that would kill me! But where would I go after death here?

“Here’s the thing,” Bea said, managing a thin, trembling smile. “I didn’t die. And Lady Blaze, she said I’d be put to work, but surely you realize marriage isn’t just a bunch of sex. How about I do the dishes? Fold the laundry? Complain about you playing golf?”

Baal-Satyr smiled openly. “We’re a match made in Hell, girlie, and it’s been far too long since Diana tested her mettle with me. Divest yourself of what little raiment you have and serve your husband!”

Bea gulped hard but kept her thin smile up, through her stomach was knotting with nervousness. “What about the wedding? You know how us Hispanics are, we have to have a big wedding… I can think of a few relatives of mine who must’ve ended up here—”

“What better place than here in which to live in sin?” Baal-Satyr came up to his feet. Hooves. His cock hung down between his backwards knees, and that was really saying something, considering Baal-Satyr was seven feet tall. “Come. Satisfy me. I’m sure it will hurt at first, but in time you’ll grow to love a little pain with your pleasure, as you become my beloved she-devil. You’ll look so lovely with a fine pair of horns, my dear…”

“I’m going to become a demon!?”

“But of course! Your power has always been rather hellish… and your body ever meant for sin!”

Bea stamped her foot. “Uh-uh! No way! Nunca! I refuse to accept this! It’s all some trick, some prank, like that girl with the pomegranate seeds! If I give in, then you get my soul, but if I tell you to fuck off, then I get to Heaven! That must be it, right? That has to be it!”

Baal-Satyr paced towards her, his cock swinging pendulum-like with every step. “Let us save playing at rape for our second century, sweetheart. We wouldn’t want to overindulge when you’ve not yet given me so much as that fleshy ass!”

“Fleshy! Now it’s fleshy! Is that any way for a man to talk about his wife?”

“I approve greatly of your ass, woman. It shall take my thrusts even better than Wonder Woman’s star-spangled—”

“And don’t talk about other women when you’re married to me! What is this, your first marriage?”

Baal-Satyr quirked an eyebrow. “Yes.”

He’s tall, he’s the boss, and he’s never been married. Maybe he’s a fallen angel, but who’s perfect? And if he didn’t fall, would he have that cock? Wonder if that thing is why I saw Diana limping that one time…

“I can see you need further convincing. Perhaps my wedding present will convince you…”

He reached back, grasping a chain attached to his throne, and gave it a pull. From out behind the throne came—

“TORA!” Bea gasped, turning to flame all over, her green fire now casting into sharp focus what had been in shadows.

Chained by a collar to Baal-Satyr’s throne, Tora wore a lacy babydoll and a blank expression, not reacting even to Bea’s superheroics.

Bea launched a volley of flame into Baal-Satyr’s hairy chest. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER!? MONSTER! QUE TE JODAN!”

Baal-Satyr brushed off his muscular chest as if nothing more had happened than he’d noticed a few crumbs there. “Such was how she arrived in Hell. I chained her to my throne so she wouldn’t be misplaced. She is yours, my dear, you may do with her as you like. As soon as you fulfill your wifely duties.”

“Se va a la mierda!” Bea swore, forcing her flames to die away, her appearance to become normal before she approached Tora and her vacant eyes. “Tora? Tora? It’s me, it’s Bea. What’d he do to you?”

“I did a bad thing,” Tora said, her voice faint and childish. “I did a bad thing and now I’m where bad people go…”

Bea whirled on Baal-Satyr. It was an effort to control her flames—green flickered in her eyes and along her flowing hair. “Let her go! Now!”

“To go where? This is Hell. Here, there is only more Hell.”

“I said let her go!”

“Women,” Baal-Satyr sighed, and made a gesture.

The collar unlocked. Bea quickly worked it off Tora’s neck, then took her jacket off and threw it on her friend.

“Finally, we make some progress!” Baal-Satyr rumbled.

It was almost unseemly, doing nothing more to hide Tora’s nakedness, but Tora seemed to appreciate the gesture. She clutched the jacket and held it tightly around herself, relaxing some.

Baal-Satyr reached out to Bea’s shoulder and pulled the strap of her halter top down her bare arm.

Bea closed her eyes in revulsion but did nothing to stop him. If Wonder Woman enjoyed him, how bad can it be? I know I’m freakier than that basic bitch! “Can you put up Ice in a nice room? With some decent food, and a bed, maybe a magazine?”

“Yes, my love,” Baal-Satyr said. “She’ll have plenty to read. The publishing industry went to Hell a long time ago.”

He clapped his hands and servants emerged. More of those living skeleton things. Baal-Satyr barked orders in a guttural tongue and they were quick to collect Tora, who didn’t seem frightened of them. At least she’d grown used to this place over the years.

Bea still couldn’t believe she was here, but she’d recognized her friend’s scent, the look in her eye, the way she’d responded to her touch. It had to be her. And even if it weren’t, she didn’t dare gamble with Tora’s soul.

“She doesn’t belong down here,” Bea said. “What could Tora have possibly done to end up here? She wouldn’t even shake up a soda can before handing it to someone!”

“Time enough for that later. And getting you measured for a Wonder Woman costume.” Baal-Satyr took the other side of Bea’s top and pulled them together. Bea tingled with goosebumps even as her stomach churned with shame and humiliation.

This was definitely a low point, worse even than starting her OnlyFans… but then, one demon prince was probably a better deal than thousands of horny fanboys.