The Virgin Succubus 1

         Crimson walked down the long, dark hallway. She had unusual taste in clothing compared to the other succubi; she preferred the more modern human clothing. When she paused to pull her tight jean shorts out of her butt, the small creature following her bumped into the back of her legs. This creature was about the size of a housecat, but had a much different appearance--most housecats don’t have a spade-shaped tail and three blood-red eyes. Crimson used her own spade-shaped tail to thump it on the head, and without looking back, continued on her way.

         Crimson finally reached a pair of intricately-carved wooden doors. She placed her hands on the heavy handles and shoved them unceremoniously, slamming the doors against the stone walls inside, making a horrible crashing sound. She smiled as she heard the new succubi moan groggily from being startled awake, and walked inside.

         “Wake up, whores!”

         With a simple snap of Crimson’s fingers, all the lamps and torches in the room lit, illuminating the two succubi in the center of the room, still tangled in a mass of sheets and pillows.

         One of them was Ivory, who wasn’t all that new by then, as she’d been there long enough to start growing small horns. She was probably one of the more unique ones in appearance, with her very pale, gray skin. It would have been a very unhealthy-looking color on a human, but on her it looked very becoming, especially with her long, mostly white hair. Ivory glared at Crimson, her blue eyes slitted. Crimson had given up picking on her after Ivory had started retaliating with her fists.

         “What the hell, Crimson?” Ivory demanded.

         Crimson ignored her and turned to the second succubus. She had not seen this one before. This succubus was very human in appearance, except for the wings and unnaturally purple hair and eyes. Two wisps of light lavender hair framed her face, ending just below her shoulders. Her widened eyes looked huge; she was obviously scared shitless.

         “When did this one get in here, Ivory?”

         “How should I know? She wasn’t here when I came in to take a nap, and then the next thing I know, you’re here banging the doors open and disturbing my beauty sleep!” Ivory snarled.

         Crimson turned back to the frightened newbie. “Your name will be….Violet!” she declared, crossing her arms arrogantly.

         “You are such a moron!” Ivory shouted at Crimson. “Have a little creativity! What’s the next one going to be? Burnt Sienna? Chartreuse?”

         “Please excuse Ivory,” Crimson said to Violet, “She’s a bitch.”

         Violet remained silent and bug-eyed, and had wrapped the satin sheet around herself tightly during the argument.

         “So,” Crimson said conversationally, “What brought you to hell?”

         Violet didn’t respond or move.

         “Hello?”

         Suddenly Violet slapped her hands to her face and screamed, as if doing a parody of Munch’s painting.

         “I don’t know who I am!” Violet shrieked.

         By this time both Crimson and Ivory had jumped several feet away from Violet, their mouths gaping. This was not the usual response to that question.

         Cautiously, wrapped in her own sheet, Ivory approached Violet.

         “You really don’t know?” Ivory asked breathlessly.

         “I can’t remember anything at all!” Violet sobbed.

         The three-eyed creature that had followed Crimson down the hallway entered the room and sat down by Crimson’s feet. Through her tears, Violet noticed it, and Ivory followed her gaze.

         “Oh, god. That thing again?” Ivory asked, exasperated.

         “Show your respect!” Crimson demanded. “This is Lily, the avatar of our Queen Lilith, to watch over us!”

         “The avatar of Queen Lilith to make sure you don’t fuck up,” grumbled Ivory.

         Crimson snarled and was about to lunge at Ivory, but suddenly stopped as a smell wafted up.

         Lily was taking a large, mushy poo on Crimson’s foot. Lily didn’t think that Crimson hitting it in the head earlier was particularly respectful. The smell was about what you would expect for a hell creature’s feces.

         “Well, avatar or not, it’s still a lesser demon,” Ivory observed.

         Ivory took the opportunity given by Crimson’s distraction to take the still-dazed Violet aside. “You really can’t remember anything about your former life? Usually if you end up here as a succubus, it’s because you seduced a man out of his family or money, sold your body for money, slept with a lot of men-“

         Violet gasped and blushed furiously. “What kind of a girl do you think I am?” she demanded.

         “Huh?” Ivory blinked, confused.

         Violet’s own unconscious reply stirred a few vague memories of her life. She closed her eyes and remembered Victorian dresses, teatime with pastries, younger girls who might have been her sisters, but not any men in particular. “I think I wanted to get engaged, but my mother was being very choosy about who I married,” she murmured.

         “What?” Ivory squeaked incredulously.

         Crimson used the tail of Ivory’s sheet to clean the last of the mess off of her foot and joined them. She frowned when she saw Ivory staring intently at Violet. “What’s going on?”

         Ivory was too involved in digesting what Violet was saying to pay any attention to Crimson. “Are you saying that you’ve never even had sex?”

         Violet looked insulted. “Of course not!”

         Ivory and Crimson gaped at Violet with identical expressions of shock.

         It was a very memorable day in the succubus chamber.