Revalation 2: Interrogation of Iris
This takes place several hours after the first part of the story. Their prisoner has been dragged into the crypt of eternity, and all the demons of hell unleashed upon the world, driving the world above into a bloody conflict.
Iris struggled against her restraints, unsure how much more she could take. The childlike demon she had emptied her entire clip into had long since healed entirely the gaping holes in his flesh now as immaculate and pristine as when he first approached her. Her own flesh... She couldn't say the same for. After he had forced her to go unconsious from the extensive orgasm she didn't wake until she was here... Wherever here was. Some sort of stone labrynth with not a single sign of daylight, the whole place smelled of decaying flesh so rotten not even vermin would wish to tread here. What's worse was how she was bound. She had been stripped naked, before being bound upside down to some metal object. Her legs were spread, and wrapped around it, and her arms held on the other side of the object. She couldn't really tell what she was in, other than she was essentially lying on it upside down, her feet raised above her head at a 45 degree angle. She had already answered all his questions, the demon just seemed to enjoy her suffering at this point.
Red smiled at his victim, a long thin whip lightly teasing at her cunt again. "So dear Iris, do you think Gabriel is going to like his show?". At this the girls eyes widened, for the first time noticing the series of cameras around the room. "You being his mate and all, I wanted to have the curticy of letting him watch." he pulls the whip back unleashing another cruel lash to her already abused cunt, watching her scream out in agony at his torment. After a few more lashes the demon would drop the whip,only to move to a more cruel form or torture.
The demon left the room, several minutes later a dark skinned human girl entered, and closely examined the tormented bird. "He was mean again. It's ok relax. I'll help you out a bit, but you have to help me first."
Iris took the girl as a blessing nodding in agreement. "Anything, what do you want, I'll do it just please let me out."
The girl smiled at how cooperative the bird girl was being. "He'll be asleep for a while. We can escape together, but i need to know you'll do anything i say. Those locks don't open unless somone near you feels pleasure... If you get my drift." with that she moves, placing her crotch over the bird girls face.
Iris got the idea, her tongue going to work on the slave girls clit. She focused most of her efforts of her clit, lightly teasing it, letting it work rapidly to bring the slave to a climax. Just as she had been told, the locks did in fact open as soon as Iris had her face coated in Lishas climax.
"Come on, i know the way out. Follow me, and be careful there's lots of traps." Lisha led the girl through the narrow halls. The crypt proved to be even larger than Iris had originally thought with ceilings too low, and passageways too narrow for iris to manage to make any use of her wings. The two traveled through it non-stop for over two hours, evading countless traps and minions wandering the crypt.
Eventually the two came to a crossroads, the way behind sealing up behind them. The halls that went on in front of them each looked entirely identical. Lisha took the lead down the hallway to the right, only getting five feet before the hall flooded with fire, consuming Lisha in flame. The flames stopped short of Iris, who could only watch as the hallways in front of her was sealed with thick iron bars, the girl who may have been her salvation being cooked alive by the flames, screaming in agony. Iris watched the girl die slowly, her eyes filled with tears as she tries in vain to save her, unable to even touch the bars blocking her from the dieing girl. By the time the screams stop Iris is at a loss. not sure of how to continue she forces herself to pull away from the scene, moving back to the hall. She tries another path, following it carefully.
Finally she reaches the end of the path, finding a room filled with corpses, each displayed in a gruesome manner depicting horrifying ways for each of them to have died. Her path behind her again seals as she behind to walk into the room, only to hear a voice that makes her heart stop.
It couldn't be a mistake. It was Red. He wasn't speaking to her, but someone else around the corner. Giving some form of words of encouragement for something. Iris looked for another path she could take, but found none forced to walk directly toward her captor, she stayed around the corner spying on the scene.
The scene she witnessed both confused, and terrified her. The girl she had just seen burned alive stood before an elaborate throne. seated on the throne was red, and it was quite obvious why his slaves head was in his lap. What wasn't obvious was why she was alive at all. Her body didn't seem to have even the slightest mark, no burns, no bruises, not even a speck of dirt. She was just fine. She watched the two in utter bewilderment for some time, beginning to feel like a pervert peeping in on a couple. her mind began racing with unanswered questions. How was she alive, why did she try to rescue her only to bring her here... Did they both know? Wait... If they knew then was she next? Was this all his diabilical plan to get her to suck his cock? Wait... That doesn't make sense... Or does it really have to? She was burned alive but now she's...
"Iris dear. It's more polite to say hello than to just watch from a distance.". The voice belonged to Red. He did know, and there was no way out except past him. She slowly emerged from around the corner, forgetting she had never gotten any clothes back. Red spoke again. "I hear you wanted to leave dear Iris.". He pauses letting her mind race again before stunning her with his words. "Then feel free. There is an exit right next to the throne, and your clothes lie folded on the table there. You only had to ask and i would release you."
Iris just stands there, dumbfounded. Red had gone through the effort of capturing her, and tormenting her, just to let her leave unopposed. Still, she gathered her clothes and headed for the exit, running as fast as her legs could take her from the horrors behind her.
"Perhaps i should have asked where the exit led to.". Iris said as she emerged in hell. The entrance to the crypt that had just been behind her was gone, as if it had never been there.