[Thehumantoilet]

The Domination Principle

PART I

I barely see what’s in front of me, the burning landscape of the Hellworld, my vision being clouded by thoughts of melancholy for what I left behind. Sometimes, when a demon gets recalled from a mission, they are forced to leave behind a place and people that they have developed a fondness for. This happened to me, recalled from the London Project mission, a mission where I had developed a genuine love for the girl I was supposed to be corrupting. Now back in Hellworld, I find myself eternally pining for her.

I idly unbutton my shirt. My body is slim and hairless, with strong pecs and a flat stomach. The Hellworld wind stirs my long black hair to action and I let it whip my boyish face for a while. Suddenly, I hear someone approach from behind.

“Sir,” says the voice of some serving wench, “Mistress wishes to see you.”

I turn away from the hellscape and turn my attention to the brown-haired wench. The ‘Mistress’ she speaks of is Lucifer, or Lucy for short, who is the ruler of hell. She’s the first female ruler of Hellworld, after her father Satan died leaving no male heirs. The wench is naked, her B-cup tits shamelessly on display and her unshaven hairy pussy looking inviting to one in sorrow. Lucy, originally being a demon of lust, keeps the servants naked for her pleasure (both male and female). I nod and follow the wench towards the hall of moots, watching the wench’s ass jiggle gently and thinking of how I must come back to her when I have more time and ‘probe’ her rear end.

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The hall of moots is an impressive building, a domed roof covering a hall full of statues depicting the seven sins. At the apex of the hall is a series of seats for the members of the council of hell, mostly men in robes of red. In the centre sits a young woman, with long ginger hair, a gently freckled face, purple robes and a pair of monumentally large tits. This woman is Lucy.

When she sees me, she smiles. Her father, Satan, was close to my father, Azazel, and as a result we basically grew up together.

“Azazel!” she says when she sees me. My father named me after himself, making me Azazel II. “I hear you have not been yourself recently.”

I feign ignorance. “What makes you think that, Lucy?”
“Well, for one it has been at least a week since I heard tales of you feeding serving wenches glasses of your cum.” I can’t help but laugh; it’s true that I have not been up to my normal degeneracy lately.

“Very well,” I say, “the truth is that I am sorrowful for the girl I had to leave behind when we terminated the London Project.”

“I’m sorry Azazel, but the mission became too dangerous to carry on,” says Lucy, “I may have something to cheer you up, though. We have a new mission, dubbed the FireWire Case. We want you for the chief operative.”

“Okay,” I say, “what’s the story?” Lucy’s huge tits give me a huge boner, but I make no effort to hide it. She knows.

“Well, there is a highschool in Japan where we have found the presence of an angel. She has infiltrated a school band, called FireWire, and we need you to infiltrate the same band and corrupt her. Bring her to our side. The band needs a new drummer, and I happen to know you play the drums. The plan is to send you in as a transfer student and have you join the band as a drummer. From there you can corrupt her, and hopefully some human students.”

I nod. I do need something to help me get over the London Project. “I’ll go,” I say.

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