Vernon had decided on a plan that targeted the demon with the great big horns that hooked into a curve as they went along. To start, he tied his bedsheets into a trick knot. One that appeared to be a noose, yet would simply come undone if put under any real pressure. The succubi most likely wouldn't want to allow their plaything to die, so 'Bighorn' would likely come over to investigate. After that, the plan depended on how she would react, but Vernon made sure to keep a backup plan in mind for every option.
When Bighorn rolled around, she caught a glimpse of Vernon 'hanging' near the bars, but unfortunately she didn't seem to be buying it. Nevertheless, she still approached the bars.
"I know you're faking," she said with a snarl on her face. "Get down from there right now, inmate, or I'll have an extra beating prepared for you today!"
Knowing that Plan A had failed, Vernon rushed into action to one of his backup plans. He pulled off of the trick rope and seized the demoness by her large horns. She was dazed and slightly tripped by a quick tug. As she stumbled, Vernon entangled her horns between the bars. As she tried standing back up, she continued stumbling and slipping, horns locked awkwardly between the bars of the gate with the curve of them keeping her from simply pulling her head free in her frantic struggles. She raved, "Grahh! I'll get you for this you damn man-filth!"
Vernon stood smugly over the demon. "Oh come on, you can do better than that," he taunted. The girl was very muscular and strong looking, so he was counting on that strength.
"Graaaaaaaaaaah!" the demoness heaved as she pulled forward fairly aimlessly. The whole gate was beginning to come loose! With a strong push of his own, Vernon managed to cause the entire gate to collapse atop the girl.
With the weight falling onto her and still entangled, Bighorn was stunned. "You... tricked me," she growled.
Vernon laughed. "Not really much of a trick. You did most of the work yourself, you dumb brute."
Bighorn grumbled to herself, unable to form any rebuttal.
For his own amusement, rather than simply climbing over the cage door, Vernon stood atop the gate an pressed his weight onto the girl. "Tell me, what's the right path out of here?"
The demon used a strenuous amount of effort, as the weight on her chest made it hard to breath, not to mention her awkwardly positioned neck turn somewhat alongside the bars with her horns between them, and with all that effort she merely said, "Eat dung, man-filth!"
"Stubborn," Vern said, hopping playfully up and down on the gate, surely inflicting plenty of pain on the struggling demoness. "Well, if you're not going to help, I figure you'll just be another obstacle if you manage to get yourself out off this, so let's make sure that doesn't happen." Vern rubbed her chiseled abs through the bars and said, "With all you've trained your your body to perfection, you've become both a powerful and beautiful thing. Too bad your neck will break just as easily as any other's would." She writhed and cursed at him. He then stood toward the top of the gate, above the snarling demon girl's head, made a great leap upwards, and with the power of gravity and his own weight he slammed his feet onto the bars with a loud crack as the vertebrae on her awkwardly twisted neck snapped at the impact. Her body still had some final twitches, but Vernon felt for a pulse and found that it had entirely stopped. The first demon beauty was dead and he could continue his escape and revenge on his captors.
Searching Bighorn's corpse yielded nothing. Like most succubi, she wore next to nothing, so there was no pocket or anywhere to keep anything of interest. She was also unarmed, which didn't help. The one thing he did take was a chain that Bighorn would keep wrapped around her thigh as some sort of bizarre fashion accessory. Vernon figured he could use it as perhaps some type of makeshift garrote or small whip if need be.
Cautiously leaving the cell block found some sort of waiting room that was sparsely decorated and occupied by only the imp, armed with a crude knife holstered on her waist and feasting on turkey leg, most likely on lunch break before her shift as the next guard, waiting for Bighorn to check out so she could take her place.
While the other two were merely guards, Vernon had several more intimate moments with the Imp, who would often choose to dominate Vern herself. Being a short imp girl, she took great pleasure in being able to humiliate and torture a much larger man, albeit of course only when he was tied or chained down. Vernon took much embarrassment from these moments and his blood would boil when the playful imp would tease and taunt him about it during her guard duty. With this in mind, Vern was ready for his long overdue chance to turn the tables. She wouldn't be difficult prey to conquer, but he'd certainly enjoy it.
(Ideas were really solid this time, and Shab's idea was nothing short of brilliance. Loved it. Anyway, up next is the imp that Vern begrudges quite a bit waiting for her shift. This choice is a simple one. It's just what Vernon should do in his approach of her, in which he doesn't really have much chance of failure with her being quite easy to overpower... or maybe not considering she does have a weapon! Albeit still holstered while she's focused on her meal.)
