Gortelesque sighed with delight. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back onto the brand new bed he had constructed for the occasion.
The Gate Master had challenged the larger demon.
"You have no use for all those fine things you keep locked away from the rest of us, Gortelesque. There is no way that you can use all of them in one night." The older demon grouched.
"What would you do for me if I was able to do it?" The demon asked of his counterpart.
"I would give you two of my best runners, if you can screw every single harpie and woman you keep in your harem." Said the Gate Master. "What would you give me if you lost?"
Gortelesque had considered this carefully. He never doubted his abilities, but there was always a lingering doubt as to whether or not he could do it. Still, he had to at least match the Gate Master's bet.
"I will give you Garesha the Defiler." he had said after a moment to think.
"Deal!" Said the wizened demon as they shook on it.
Gortelesque smiled at the memory. His two new runners were being rewarded by getting two of his newest girls. The old demon had been quite bitter about his loss of the bet, but the two runners truly were his best. He would spoil them, letting it be known throughout Below that rewards awaited those who served Gortelesque.
The two new runners finished with the new girls, who were still unused to demon equipment and were crying in pain and pleasure at the same time.
Everything was going the way that Gortelesque wanted.
That was when Hirk entered the room and the big demon's good mood vanished.
"What happened now?" Gortelesque asked with resignation in his voice.
"She tried to swallow her own hair my lord." Said the former runner.
"By the Master himself, why won't that woman submit already!" Roared the demon, drawing cries of dismay from his harem.
"She is Fury." Hirk said simply.
Hirk was a demon of few words. He preferred action to talking and had risen quickly through the ranks of demons controlled by Gortelesque by this very talent. He now had a small harem of two women himself, gifts from his lord for many, many jobs well done.
"Tell Yertrung I am on my way and not to do anything until I get there." Gortelesque said to one of his new runners.
Hirk glared with disgust at the new arrivals as he went about his duty.
"They are not as loyal as I am." Said Hirk.
"I know, Hirk, but you are too valuable to waste on running messages Below. I need you with me to help me take back what is ours." The demon crooned.
Hirk nodded and waited for the bigger demon to be dressed. When he was finished, both demons made their way to the torture room where they were holding Jolie. The second he made his way into the room, Gortelesque could tell something was wrong.
There was far too little light. Two of the glowstones set on pedestals in the room were knocked over, casting the entire room as shadows. The demon immediately sniffed the air. He could smell the woman's cunt, it's sweet odor meaning she was very close by.
"Stay outside in case she tries to run." Gortelesque said.
Hirk nodded and drew a short dagger and put some brass knuckles on his other hand.
Gortelesque made his way into the darkened room. He could see the tools of torture and pleasure scattered all over the room. Glowing demon blood helped to pierce the darkness, but the shadows in the room were deep.
His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting and then he spied Yertrung's severed head on the floor. There was a snarl of rage fixed on the head of Gortelesques Second. his survival instincts kicked in, making his ears sensitive to the slightest sound and he sniffed constantly, trying to smell out the woman who was no doubt hiding in the room.
"You left me in the dark." A female voice came out of the shadows. "Now I see in the dark better than you demon."
"The dark is my friend, little girl. I have been familiar with it for longer than you have been alive" The demon growled. "I will sniff you out. I will hear you and I will feel your bones crunch within my grasp as punishment."
"Your Second was confident too. Careful not to get his blood on you." Giggled the voice.
"Yertrung was a soldier, not a seducer." Said the demon. "He always was a bit lax around the women, thinking he was superior. Now he has paid for his lack of attention with a visit back to the Pit."
The demon heard the soft patter of footsteps to his left. He turned to his right, presenting his back to where he thought his opponent was and giving her an opportunity to strike. She took it.
Without a sound or a howl of rage the Fury Jolie leaped in the air towards her captor. She held a long knife high in the air with both hands. Gortelesque was ready for her. He whirled around and grabbed both of her hands holding the knife with both of his.
He was now holding the squirming woman aloft, her legs thrashing and gouging nail marks in the demon's legs. She tried to swing closer and bite at his arms, but the demon threw her against the nearest wall, where she dropped the knife and was stunned.
The weeks of imprisonment had not been kind to Jolie, but she was still radiantly beautiful to the demon. Her cheeks were still full and her brown eyes blazed with emotion. There were scars all over her skin now and she now was covered in the glow of Yertrung's blood. Her curves still teased the demon and he knew that this was the time where he had to turn her or admit failure.
He bent down over the wheezing woman.
"You have done well with what little resources you have and how weak you have become." The demon said evenly.
