He rammed his cock down the woman's throat. She gagged as he held her in place by the ring set in her septum. Her eyes bulged and she writhed on her knees as she desperately sought air. A wild look of desperation in her face he withdrew far enough for her to catch her breath before once more plunging deep inside her.

His partner grasped her thighs, and after lifting her up, impaled her anus with his member. She would have screamed with pain but for his own shaft deep within her mouth.

The pair of them set to fucking the slut. Pounding her together, syncronised so that they pushed in time. He idly flogged her back with his whip as she squirmed between them.

Abruptly there was a change in her. She seemed to be convulsing. He signalled his associate and they both withdrew.

She wasn't convulsing. She was laughing. He slapped her hard across the face. The laughter continued, more manically than before.

He looked up at his partner, "Yep, she's cracked. No one's home anymore."

"I'll get the grate," responded the recent anal abuser. He padded over to a large circular iron grate in the floor and lifted it one-handed.

The guardian of the broken woman kicked her with such force her body, now limp, slid across the ten feet of flagstones, to fall down the shaft the grate had covered. There was a sickening crunch when the body hit the bottom.

"Brilliant," beamed the drop kicker of women, "fifteen minutes or so and we get to start over. I always like this bit the best."

"What was she?" Asked the ass fucker as he dropped the grate back in place.

"Oh, an author. Called Sabine... Nope, can't remember her last name."

"No? An Author? Fuckers! Well, it nice to know she deserves our ministrations then."

"She worked it out once before she cracked."

"Did she now. That she was in Hell or her crime?"

"Only the Hell bit. But I told her why and she didn't understand."

"Ignorance is no defence."

"I know but I explained that too."

"Yep, but she kept on bleating, "I didn't know." Until I knocked her insensible. She lasted another ten years after that until she cracked."

"Huh, tough bint then. But how can they not know?"

"Oh, I reckon that's the boss at work. He's seen to it they forget the rules. If they don't know them he gets more souls."

"Crafty, but how do you get them to forget, "So it has been written, so it shall be done." I mean, it's one of the foundations of the multiverse."

"They remember it alright. They've just forgotten it's a law. They are so wrapped up in science they think the power is just fantasy."

"So they don't realise that writing down something means it happens in another plane."

"Nope. So they write about rape and kidnap, mutilation and enslavement and all sorts of other dark and evil things. Then they act all surprised when they end up in Hell."

"Ha! I'll get the branding iron's in the brazier."

A white flash and an intense beam of red light emanated from the well of the broken woman. After setting ten or so irons into a basket of smouldering coals he turned and asked, "So how many times has this bitch been around?"

"About four or five hundred now I think. She usually lasts about thirty or forty years before going crazy."

"That's not bad."

"Yep, she's a tough one."

"Hey, how about we put the 'slave' brand on her forehead this time."

"You can if you want, but without mirrors, there's little point. Just above the cunt is best. Unless they work out escape is impossible that word there hurts them real bad."

A cage containing the naked, unconscious woman rose up out of a shaft in the floor. Clean and unmarked she seemed to be sleeping.

"Ready?"

"Yep, I'll give it a kick." He kicked the cage and the woman woke screaming.