(Didn't expect another one! Definitely a good representation! It's never posting too much, I love getting stuff like this on here. It's really darn cool. Feel free to add your own representation of anything from my stories, and that goes to anyone who wants to. Hell, I practically feel like I should be paying you for stuff like this! ...I wont though because I'm dirt poor but... still.
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Vern rushed the unsuspecting imp. She only saw him when it was far too late.
"How'd you get out?!" she exclaimed, reaching for her knife. It was no use though, as the second her hand reached the hilt, one of Vernon's hands was around her wrist and the other around her throat. With her free hand she tried claw at his face, but even with her sharp nails scraping across him, he remained unfazed and simply gripped her throat tighter. She gasped and wheezed, saliva running down her lips.
"Not so fun getting choked, huh?" Vernon teased as she continued struggling and clawing to no avail. She sputtered, trying to form words but failing. Her eyes bulged and rolled back. "You're not going unconscious already are you? Sure can dish it out, but you can't take it, bitch." Vernon was right, as the little demon stopped clawing and started trying to wrench his hand away weakly, soon followed by her starting to go limp. Vern wasn't about to keep choking and let her die already though. That'd be far too easy. As she started getting drowsy, he let go, but at that point he was the only thing holding her up and she dropped to the floor with a thud. The imp moaned and ineffectually reached for her knife once again, only for the small weapon to be instantly kicked from her hand.
Vernon tore off both the girl's loincloth and top. Succubi probably weren't too concerned with the prospect of being nude, especially with the very little clothing they tend to have to begin with, but he still enjoyed stripping her, perhaps because it asserted a certain dominance over her. He tied her arms tight with the much bigger demon's chain accessory and stuffed her loincloth in her mouth to gag her. He didn't have much to keep it in her mouth, but the more she tried to spit it out, the more he forced it back in until she eventually stopped resisting it.
"Now, where do I begin?" He asked rhetorically. "I had planned to start with some breast torture, but there's clearly not much there to work with," he said squeezing and pulling on a nipple before letting go, resulting in her small breast springing back with a slight jiggle. "Oh well. I'll still go through with it." Vern spent ages pinching, slapping, punching, and overall tenderizing the writhing imp's tiny tits, also throwing in a bit of stomach punishment along with it. She got teary eyes as she was forced to accept the pain.
After a while, Vernon realized he'd been spending a bit too long with her. He could abuse her all day, but he didn't have all day. He had to get out of the dungeon eventually before other demons started taking notice of his escape, but he still didn't want to kill the imp yet, as he was having way too much fun with her. It was then he hatched a plan.
Vernon picked up the imp's fallen knife and used it to carve the phrase "Property of Vernon" across the blank canvas of her abdomen and stomach. It was difficult to keep a steady hand as she struggled but he managed to keep her held down enough.
"Spit out the cloth," he demanded, and she did as asked, but responded with only an afraid yet expecting expression. "Today's your lucky day... or well, definitely not lucky, but- ...Well, what I mean is, be my hostage out of here and at least for now I'll let you live... probably. Living as my own personal demon slave mind you, but that's better than me cutting you throat with your own knife and watching you choke to death on your own blood, now isn't it?"
The imp acted tough before, when she had Vernon tied up, but was now completely traumatized and willing to do anything he asked to save her own skin. She immediately gulped, nodded furiously, and said, "Y-yes..." Quick to jump to even the slight possibility of being spared.
Vern could tell she got the message. As the tied imp hobbled toward the exit he also knew that he needn't be too concerned about any surprise attacks as she was clearly no longer in any position to fight back. He wasn't sure whether to trust any guidance she might give though, since she was still likely to lead him into some sort of trap. Even still, he might as well ask her a question or two.
"What should I expect moving forward?" he asked.
"Um... It's a pretty straight shot, but Morgan's on patrol outside of here right now with her sword and a lot of the girls pass to and from the hot springs, but there's also a path through there and-"
"Whoa, too much at once. Who's Morgan?"
"She's one of the other guards. The pale chick."
"Got it. Anything else?"
"I don't know. There's the block of bedrooms past here, but things can be rowdy and unexpected around here. It's hard to tell what will be waiting there... It's also a bit of a labyrinth."
"Useless, but I'll make do," he sighed.
Vernon peered through the door and inspected Morgan, pacing around the place wielding a sword, like the imp said she would be. As for the hot springs, a group of three demonesses, nude except for towels were heading towards what he could only assume was there. They had numbers, but if Vern went that way he could most likely overpower them since they were unarmed, nude, and relaxing, which would make them very vulnerable. I might also help if he managed to get Morgan's sword first. He could also go through the bedrooms and ignore the hot springs. Besides those options he was questioning himself about, he also wondered how long he'd keep the imp around since it may be a pain getting her all the way out with him. Perhaps he could use her as a shield against an attack instead, or maybe she's even already outlived her usefulness.
(Okay this is a pretty open ended choice spot. Really no idea what people might say. Exciting!)
