An ugly demon who won't speak his name

Ursula had been prepared for several possibilities and ready for any of them. The town seemed to be full of cute girls... it might be a cute girl. Ursula wasn't a lesbian, but she'd broken quite a few cute girls back during the inquisition days. Then again, it could be some gruff and burly guy... that's what she was hoping for. A big, powerful, dangerous man with a steely countenance was the best type to leave begging either to be left in peace if he can't handle her ride, or else, begging for more when she kept it from them. Just being in the jail made Ursula think up all kinds of interrogator vs. prisoner fantasies she wanted to enact... as well as prisoner vs. interrogator ones. She wasn't choosy. Being thrown onto the jail floor and having her big ass plowed would be its own form of fun. Frankly, she was still pretty **** for anything.

... But was she this ****?

The cell's occupant wasn't a human being at all... it was human-shaped, but it was pretty clearly a demon, any way you looked at it. The thing had the shape of a naked man, complete with broad-shoulders, a thick slab of a jaw, massive hands, and, most notably, a dong that was pretty massive even when not erect. She could work with all of those features. On the other hand, he also had slimy, yellow skin, so slick with unknowable demon-goo that it was actually dripping from his thighs as he sat in his cot, forming strings from his rubbery flesh to the concrete beneath him. His eyes were beady and white; his teeth were giant and monstrous, forming a zig-zagging cavern of ivories impossibly large and jagged across the whole of the lower part of his face. Seeing Ursula, he turned his head to greet her... That terrifying grin of his widened and his eyes squinted.

"... What in Geod's name do you call a thing like that?" Ursula questioned, adjusting her spectacles and squinting at it. She didn't feel afraid, exactly... but she was finding it hard to get very aroused either.

"I have no idea! Looking at him, he's got to be one of the demon lord's servants... we even found him trying to break into the knight's barracks. He clammed up once he got here in the cell, though, and I haven't even learned his name yet. I don't know any of his demonic powers or anything either, ma'am..." Hyte trembled in her boots; a demon like this was far outside of both her expertise and her paygrade.

Luckily, Ursula knew a thing or two about how to handle demons. Plus... maybe this strange creature knew a bit about her quarry? If he really was part of the demon lord's army embedded here in the town of Merridan and that black-winged angel was a minion as well, perhaps he could be made to talk about her?

And... he still had a cock. Was she that ****?

She really was. That grossed herself out, but she had to admit, she felt herself catching a second wind as she imagined how the interrogation might go. "What's your name, demon? Tell it to me now and I may spare you my methods... this will be my last act of mercy." Ursula imparted a cold warning, watching the cell over her shoulder as her hands ran across various outdated jailer's tools. She was searching for the right one to use when extracting a confession...

"He he he he... What if I told you I don't have a name?"

The demon seemed to be some kind of trickster. His voice was annoyingly high pitched too... Ursula raised her eyebrows, took in a deep breath, then sighed, while testing an especially nasty looking wooden paddle by thwapping it up and down in one hand. "I'm sure that you do. Some stupid demon name, like Flabbo Yellowface or Drippy Slime-Ass. You demons are very queer with your naming patterns."

The demon cliched his teeth, then sullenly turned back to stare at the wall. Internally, he rolled the situation around in his head... Truth be told, he was a demon of illusions, capable of utilizing all sorts of magic to make portals, vanish into gas, clone himself, and etc. Breaking out of the prison would be no difficult feat. However... the moment he did, he'd be seen as a threat. In that moment, the knights (or the church, if they really had angels in their ranks) would take the prerogative to end him rather than imprisoning him. He had to find some way to escape from the jail without being seen and then quietly embed himself back into the position he'd built up in the city of Merridan, disguised as a human... But that would mean getting back to his room and his amulet.

In short, he was in a tighter spot than he could afford to let on... That made him a target rather **** to interrogation.

He was also a sadist, not a masochist. He rubbed his chin, wondering if the sadistic seeming nun could be persuaded to flip-flop sides and play the masochist role in this little ruse...

Funnily enough, Ursula was currently entertaining that same thought, as she snatched Hyte's ring of keys and ignored the girl's warnings. She unlocked the cage and approached the demon with loud clops of her short boots against concrete, all the while wondering: would she rather dominate and make the demon her bitch, like she had Gedd, or turn it around (perhaps literally) and try offering him a carrot and stick?