"Florence, I have a little job for you."

Down in the R&D labs, some of your top scientists are working on innovative new punishments for girls. With an endless flow of arrogant female souls who need chastising, even Hell’s boundless cruel ingenuity struggles to keep up.

Dr. Florence Lee, a pretty oneirologist with circular glasses and a serious demeanor, is hard at work in the nightmare labs, tinkering with new variations on the classic naked-in-school dream. She probes at something which looks like a bubble of black liquid, sitting in a stainless-steel tray on her workbench. If you peer deep inside it, you can see a tiny brunette, squealing and fumbling to cover her little nude body as she stands exposed in front of a blackboard. You watch Florence frown in concentration as she adds more laughing students, minutely adjusting the expressions on the faces of each one.

“How’s it going, doc?”

“Oh! Um, good, boss.” Florence puts her tools down and stands up. She looks guilty, as if you caught her in the middle of something. She wraps her white lab coat more tightly round her slender, silky body and says “Just trying to work out optimal class sizes for the new models. I have a good feeling about these ones. The boys down in Lighting are doing great work.”

“Good to hear it. Florence, I have a little job for you.”

“Anything you say, boss.”

“I made a prime conquest recently.” You take Astarte’s bottle out of your pocket and show it to her. The struggling goddess is caught in a mass of slimy tentacles, fondling her breasts, coiling around her hips and torso, fucking her mouth and pussy as she writhes in silent fury and kicks helplessly against the glass. “It was easier than I expected. Something about this association with Meg is making me more powerful, I think.”

“Good to hear it, boss.”

“I’m wondering if it might be time to start moving up in the ranks again. Maybe even make a play for the top spot.”

“You mean… King of Hell?”

“Shh. Not so loud.”

“That’s pretty competitive, boss,” says Florence, thoughtfully. “Lot of demons between you and the big throne. Kali, Hekate, Tiamat, the Morrigan…”

“Wait, are they all women?”

“Pretty much a hundred percent of them, yes. Since Lucifer left the palace vacant to go adventuring, it’s mostly been the ladies who are interested in taking his job.”

“Well. That presents possibilities. I’d like you to look into it, Florence. Figure out which of those lovely goddesses are the most ****. Head down to the Red Reading Room now, I’ll give you the day off.”

“Er…”

“Yes, doc?”

“Isn’t this kind of dangerous? I mean, if Hekate or someone finds me reading up on her vulnerabilities…”

“Of course, you won’t admit it was my idea, even under ****.”

“Um… yes, boss.”

“Good girl,” you say, giving Florence a little peck on the cheek and watching her shiver. She was an imperial concubine in the Tang Dynasty, and she’s always been one of your favourites. “Oh, and Florence?”

“Yes, boss?”

“You won’t need this in the Red Reading Room,” you say, as her lab coat shimmers and disappears, leaving her in nothing but her glasses, shoes and socks. “You can get the subway across town. Have fun!”