The fall to hell feels as if it's a lifetime, as if it is God's final attempt at gaining repentance of the wicked sinners who have earned the ultimate punishment. Falling through a cloud of hot smoke that stings the eyes, that fills the screaming lungs and leaves the skin feeling burned in the hot sun, a sinner can beg for forgiveness but the closest thing to mercy it will get them is a quicker arrival in the Pit.

Flames taller than skyscrapers suddenly appeared through the dark smoke as if announced by a powerful orchestra whose drums were really the thundering of convective waves spiraling upward. They were like terrible tentacles, tendrils of flame reaching up to catch the would be sinner if it were not for the net that was strewn across the cavern to catch the souls of the damned. It was not a comfortable landing, but it was a survivable one... if that was a concern.

The net was thrown from one blackened cliff edge to another by a terrible cyclops. It sat on a stone chair, quite uncomfortable in appearance, and drooled. The thing may as well have been a great big powerful body with an empty skull for all the expression on its face could express. It was only upon crawling off the next that it seemed to show any life at all. "'Ey you," it gasped, seeming to wheeze at the dry smokey air. "Pay toll," it said, rising to its feet which made it tower over the poor sinner. "Pay toll," it repeated. And in hell there was but one currency: sin.

In this case, sin was a great big cock. The cyclops was a massive creature, whom when stood up tall had its crotch perfectly level to be serviced. Thick as an arm, heavy with a disgusting wetness, it slapped the sinner fully across the face. Payment came when they begrudgingly, and often through tears, began to kiss and worship the heavy member. Laughter boomed from the cyclops's buck toothed mouth. "Pay toll!" it jeered between groans as the sinner serviced the great behemoth as best as they could despite never being able to fit their mouth around such a massive cock. They stroked it with their arms wrapped around it in a comical embrace, they lapped the tip like a dog, focusing on the hard, ripe ridge under the foreskin, often through tears, until they were coated in a hot, steaming mess compounded by jeering laughter.

Then, their passage paid, they were allowed to stumble on, hearing in the background a fresh scream and a loud, dumb: "Pay toll! Pay Toll!"

The city of Hell then opened before them. The Pit was but the entrance, a great cavernous opening of fire which plumed upward the smoke which had been the first facet of punishment. Then, beyond that, was a stretch of near desert land. It was lit by an ambient red glow from the flames, as bright as the sun, and sat as the base of a great mountain, clearly volcanic. In the streets, the naked sinners stumbled about, sometimes thrown on their hands and knees to be accosted by one another, while other times they were lifted bodily by the powerful grips of demons whose cocks speared into them gleefully.

Being dead, no one had to eat, or even drink, but the pain of starvation and dehydration were not lost. The crippled and malnourished lined the streets, adding their screams to the roar of the inferno, while the more willful, who retained a defiance for their punishment went to work to earn a meal and a place to sleep that wasn't a burning street. The most profitable task, given the currency, was at the brothels. Great hotels, tall purely for the sake of intimidation rang out with the screams of the damned going to work day in and day out, for either one another or for the multitude of demons wandering the hellscape. The foyer just through the double doors had an open area where large couches supported the sadistic creatures whom used whatever they had available to penetrate and degrade the sinners before sending them stumbling, and usually screaming, off coated in white goop.

The choice in Hell was to either suffer constantly for all eternity, or to pay up in sin in bulk for a short time to receive a short reprieve before payment came due again. Though there was no greater payment that could be made except to His Wickedness himself, Satan.

It was, depending on the sinner, a joyous or awful day when one received a letter from Lucifer. Few ever saw him from in his mountain fortress, but those sinners who were called to his inner circle of hell never returned. It was fully believed that they were there to receive the ultimate punishment, though the letters were always the most utterly polite:

Dear Sinner,

Scream in pleasure if you still can, for His Great Awfulness (Lordliness to you) requests your presence. It has come His attention that your an undeniable citizen of His great lands, confirmed by none but Yahweh who has expressed the utter contempt for your very existence. You must be terrible!

Please contain your excitement at this fantastic news.

As recognition of the fact that you are now, without any possible chance of ever being redeemed, a denizen of Hell, you are hereby invited to meet the great Lucifer. Consider this letter to be a gift which, so long as you carry and worship it, represents an article of Unlimited Sin^TM. As such, you are exempt from the usual course of punishment so long as you come visit His Sinfulness at his office (you should know where that is).

In a time that is indeterminate, for all time here is infinite, this letter will burn up. Please use the time you have with it to make your way across town, unmolested, to meet Lord Lucifer. The time can be extended (not indefinitely) through masturbation, the easiest sin.

Yours truly,

Mr. Beezl E. Bub,

Secretary

While the letter was a relief to have for the short time while it existed, failure to arrive at the summons it presented often resulted in the demons attempting to "make up for lost time" to the point that it was generally considered that whatever Satan had in mind for the sinner was better than what would transpire outside His chambers.

Why did I write this? No that's not my pretending you're asking me a question, but literally me asking myself. Why? The answer is because I have a bad sense of humor and an even more active sex drive. Anyways, let's roleplay hell. The themes are: free use, demons, non-consent, and romance? Who put that there? Oh, I did, that's right... and I mean it! I don't like full on rape, blood, guts, and such. This, despite the subject matter, is meant to be lighthearted. Maybe Satan is actually a pretty friendly guy who is trying to help a poor sinner out sometimes, and his own tastes are rather vanilla? Or may not... come at me with your ideas! Whether you're a pro sinner who knows very well why they deserve to be in Hell, or you're someone who just rubbed it out too many times (Read: everyone on this subreddit), or you want to play a demon; let's see what we can make of this setting! World-building and out of character chatting encouraged!