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Deep in the bowels of Hell…

Mephisto shivered with his robes clutched close to him, the fires around him doing little to diminish the rising cold permeating the burning wastes of the underworld. It had been 3 days since he had tasked the Dominator to either bring Susan Storm back to Hell or break her utterly if she refused. Wrapping his robes around him more tightly, he was already getting impatient.

“What the hell is that walking prick doing up there?! Is it really that hard to fuck a blonde bimbo to death?”

Seeing his court of fiends and demons attend his court atop his spire over the burning wastes, the demon lord scowled. Already he could see that they each looked too scared to provide a progress report on Hell’s diminishing state, shivering in a half circle before his throne.

“Well?”

“Uhm…” The blight demon looked to the others with its five eyes before going over the scroll in its hands. “The Dominator you sent to Earth to deal with Susan Storm…”

“Yes, yes, has he succeeded or not?”

“Well… He’s dead.”

“WHAT?!” Standing up to his full height, the fires meant to keep his throne room warm raged and blew its fiery columns that made the lesser demons quiver. “D-Darrius Bardiche was destroyed by Susan Storm, after she drained him of all his essence, his t-title and wealth n-now belong to her.”

“HOW? THE BREAKING OF THAT WITCH SHOULD HAVE BEEN CHILD’S PLAY TO THAT FUCKING BULL!”

“Maybe he was all hype.” Murmured one of the demons, eliciting a collective gasp from the court before Mephisto snapped his fingers and the creature exploded into a ball of smoke, falling to the ground as a buzzing green dildo. “Opinionated DICK! What else is there to report?”

*

“So, you’re like some big bad demon queen now huh Suzie?” Asked Janet, the others giggling at the blonde woman still holding herself tight and covering her blush after their ‘doctor’s appointment’. She was thankful that she could keep the clothes provided by Doctor Strange but was told they wouldn’t stretch if she left the sanctum. Not that she had any ideas to go into her succubus form any time soon. Heading up the elevator to her new office floor and get a proper tour, the others continued to pipe in.

“Yeah, should we bow when you enter a room? Or maybe call you your highness?”

“Would you like your evening vibrator m’lady?” Asked Felicia with an over exaggerated bow. Eliciting giggled from the others, even Susan finally cracked and joined in on the ridiculousness of it. “Pff, keep that up and I’ll be placing you in the royal dungeons!”

“Oooh, kinky!”

Reaching the top floor and opening the service elevator, the five women stepped out and went down the short hallway to the front door of ‘Little Devil Escorts’ and opened it. “Honestly, I’ve had enough excitement for one day, I just want to see our new office and call it a day.” As soon as they passed the foggy glass double doors of her new lobby, the woman was given a new shock when she found over a dozen red skinned demon women looking up at her with yellow reptilian eyes.

“OUR MISTRESS HAS RETURNED!” They chorused, rushing towards the five and surrounding Susan Storm, fawning over the woman. They were succubae for certain; blood red skinned, black gnarled horns and impossibly beautiful, wearing scraps of cloth and thin metal armlets that just barely counted as clothing over their nearly nude bodies. Surrounding Susan, they acted like gushing teenagers meeting their favorite idol for the first time, manic with excitement.

“Welcome back our mistress, we have been waiting for you.”

“Do you require a bath? Perhaps a seat formed from our very bodies?”

“We are EAGER to please you our mistress, tell us what you desire!”

Looking over her shoulder to her friends in confusion and back to the twelve demonic slave girls circling her, Susan slowly inched her way over to the desk to get some room but only found the succubae to completely surround her more closely, nearly begging and all too eager to hear what she had to command them. “Alright, that’s enough! Sit!” The moment she gave the command, the twelve she-demons sat cross legged on the floor, still looking up at her with glazed over looks of lust and adoration. “Just who the hell are you all? Did that prick Mephisto sent you too?”

“NO, my mistress, we are yours, now and forever!” Swooned a demoness with long flowing black hair, the eye of Ra tattooed over her right eye, and getting a collective nod from the other women on the floor.

Another Succubus sat up, her curly black hair in ringlets behind her back and down her shoulders. “We were once the property of the Dominator… Great Adonis that he was, b-but you destroyed him.”

“So, what are you…” Then it finally hit her when she remembered what Doctor Strange told her back at the sanctum. When she absorbed everything that was the dominator and killed him, she took claim to everything that he had, including his harem of prominent women he had broken over the centuries, his self-proclaimed favorites he had seduced and could endure his appetites and temper. “So, you’re my new harem then... Well, fuck me.”

Hearing their first command from their new mistress, the twelve succubae’s eyes lit up enthusiastically, eyeing each other as they quickly closed in.

“I DIDN’T MEAN LITERALLY!”