Identities revealed!

“THE DEVIL IS AMONG US! STALKNG OUR STREETS WITH HER TEMPTIN HARLOTS! YIELD NOT TO THEIR LUSTFUL TEMPTATIONS!” Barked the preacher, pointing an accusing finger at Susan Storm and her entire staff as they exited the bus to go to Doctor Strange’s Sanctorum. Milky eyed and swinging a walking cane about, the preacher continued his proclamation as it looked like he was going into a stroke. “YOUR PRESENCE STINKS OF FIERY PERVERSION! I’M BURNIN! HELP ME LORD, I’M BURNIN NOW!”

Looking back worried and confused, the group of succubae watched on as the preacher screamed and pointed back at them. Janet turned to Susan and shrugged her shoulders. “Should we… Should we help him?”

“Just ignore him, he’s blind… And a little crazy, come along ladies.” Guiding the lot with her down the street, they ignored the man’s screaming and raving until they all ended up at the front steps of the Sanctum Sanctorum of the Sorcerer Supreme. Opening the door and leading the women inside, Susan closed the door behind her. Once again, everything that would count as an alarm screamed, blared and buzzed throughout the entire sanctuary, forcing everyone to clasp their hands over their ears to blot out the noise.

“ENOUGH ALREADY!” Cried out Doctor Strange, stumbling down the stairs to meet the group of women. Snapping his fingers, the alarms finally stopped. “Gonna have to make tweaks to that in the future.” With the noise finally silent, the Sorcerer Supreme looked at the new visitors, recognizing some while not the rest. “So, Susan, I see you want to make an appointment?”

“Oh yes, but not just for me, I have a STAFF now.” Waving to the other twelve succubae added to her escort service, Stephen Strange raised an eyebrow at the number of beautiful women looking around the Sanctum Sanctorum with awe and fascination. “Indeed… Are they human?”

“Girls?” Susan chirped, looking over her shoulder to tell them they could change. The moment they did, the man’s eyebrow rose higher, seeing that they were all demon women… And all blue.

“Gadzooks, your multiplying!”

“Yes, say hello to the Dominator’s former harem, now my staff of helpful, charitable philanthropists who moonlight as escorts in my company.”

Looking to each blue skinned demon looking around the lobby of the sanctum, each one was an image of poise and stunning beauty, made more exotic with their indigo skin, antelope-like horns and platinum silver hair. “So… They’re prostitutes?”

“Yes Strange…”

“WELL THEN!” Reaching into his pockets, the man pulled out a collection of runestones and muttered an incantation to bring a collection of books to his table. “Let’s see who we have here.” Walking over to each Succubus rummaging through the items displayed throughout the large room, the Sorcerer consulted the text in his hand while reading the stone glowing in his hand.

“Well then, I must say your highness, it is an honour to see you in my Sanctum Sanctorum… AND that you’ve gotten over being crushed to death by your own HORSE in bed.” Raising the confused woman’s hand over her head, Doctor Strange called out to a surprised Susan. “Her majesty Empress Catherine the Great everybody.” Moving on to the next woman admiring an ancient Egyptian vase, Stephen continued. “Looking at a former family member Queen Cleopatra? OR a former lover?” Blinking back in response to her name, Strange passed by and looked to another succubus nearby. “Ah Dona Malinche, I see you have remained as fluent in Spanish as you have in politics, Viva la Mexico!” The blue skinned demoness was a little taken back being so easily recognized. “Ah Helen of Troy; the face that sailed a thousand ships… By the way, please put that down, its expensive.” Slowly lowering the ancient artifact back on its stand, the succubus stepped aside, just as the man moved to another she-demon to catalogue.

Susan was stunned, more so that she didn’t piece it all together in the first place. After all, the Dominator did say that the ones he liked, he kept for himself. Apparently, the former sex monster had high standards! “Wait a minute, how did half of these women end up in Hell? Some of them aren’t even evil.”

“When Mark Anthony claimed my Kingdom, the Dominator proposed a deal where if I could satisfy him for one night, he would return me to the land of the living and return my empire to glory.”

“He came for me when he threatened to kill my husband Cortez.”

“for me it was after the Trojan war.”

Now she was starting to get it, ALL these women from history had open ended histories; many either died of unknown circumstances or simply dropped off the face of the Earth. Now she knew why. The Dominator had come to each of them with an impossible deal, claiming them all as his and dragging them back to Hell as his personal sex slaves for all eternity. Now they were hers.

“Hmm, this thing is acting up again.” Shaking the stone in his hand, Stephen looked back at the text in his hand and back at the blue skinned demoness who was playing with a perpetual motion decor at the small table at the center of the lobby. “Doesn’t seem to be coming up… What might I ask is your name young lady?”

“Urg.”

Maintaining his smile and shifting his eyes between her and the empty book in his hand, he poked further. “Is that a nick name, or…”

“It’s her name, she was the Dominator’s FIRST keeper.” Called out Lady Godiva, admiring a painting on the wall.

“Ah… So, where you around BEFORE or AFTER the wheel?”

“What wheel?”

“That answered a lot really, so Susan, it seems your ladies are all in good health and all a healthy shade of blue, much like yourself.”

“Well I pride myself on being a caregiver Doctor.” Giving the man a hug of thanks, Susan shared details over the last few acts of generosity she and her escorts had performed through the city and their effects on her ladies before gathering everyone up to leave.

“Oh, by the way Susan?”

“Yes Doctor?”

“The statue of you in front of Marko Pharmaceuticals doesn’t do you justice.”

*

Leaving the sanctum with a hot blush over her rosy cheeks, Susan and her friends and staff continued to chat and giggle at their master’s embarrassment, leaving the Sanctum Sanctorum. “It does look lovely Mistress.” “You should be flattered that the GOOD one thinks so highly of you, Mistress.” Opined some of the women following her, making Susan sigh. “I know… Just didn’t think I’d have THAT kind of impression on the guy.”

“Well why not? Even MORTALS can perceive perfection when they see it.”

Stopped in her tracks, Susan and the others looked up to see a tall, beautiful woman picking at her well manicured gold fingernails. If there was a word to best describe the woman standing in front of them, it was aggrandizement! Sporting a fish scale patterned green silk business dress studded in jade and green rhinestones, along with green crocodile heels was the first to catch the eye. In addition to the many jewel encrusted gold and silver rings, ringlets, bracelets, necklaces, earrings and a hair bun that looked expensive enough to pay for a sports car or small house! “And you are?”

Outstretching her extravagant hand, the white-haired woman pursed her silver lips in a smile offering her hand to Susan, and Susan alone. “My Name is Vallar, Vallar Stiletto; the Vainglorious.” As soon as her fingers touched Susan’s outstretched hand, the woman was caught off guard when the luxurious woman pulled her close until they were nearly face to face. “I heard you did away with Darrius; the Dominator, VERY nice if I say so myself…” Letting her eyelids look heavy and leaning close as if to kiss, the woman pulled away, leaving Susan to stagger back to join her friends as Vallar stepped back to give them space again.

“So, what? You got sent up here to take a swing at Suzie?” Accused Janet, the rest of the ladies giving Vallar a venomous look, one that made the extravagant businesswoman smirk.

“Oh, my no! I’m not an enemy, FAR from it, if anything I’m your new best friend.” Giving Susan another appraising look, the woman plucked out an expensive pair of green tinted sunglasses from her vest pocket and blew a kiss back at the confused Invisible woman, sharply turning and walking away, waving behind her back. “And don’t worry, I’ll be in touch!”

Watching the woman disappear, the succubae in Susan's staff stood in trepidation. Looking to their Mistress with worry. “She seems… Nice.”