Finding an ‘Innocent’ Bystander

The two of you walk back towards the more crowded part of the city. You spot a young woman wearing red latex shorts and a black tube top. Her blonde hair glints in the sun and her tits fill the tube top impressively.

You turn to Grace. “Her.”

“Think she’ll know something?”

“Given we know virtually nothing, she will be helpful,”

The two of you saunter up to her. She stares at you.

“Like, are you two not from around here?”

You note an abandoned building across the street.

“Very observant of you.” You strike a sexy pose. “Care to find somewhere private and taste some strange, strange?”

She licks her lips and nods. “Like, sure thing!”

You lead her to the abandoned building Grace follows behind.

“Why do we need to go inside? We could, like, just fuck in the street!”

Grace smirks. “My Mistress is a bit shy.”

You enter the building, with the girl. You catch a drop of your blood and fling it at her. The impact throws her back against the wall. Shackles form around her arms and legs, pinning her spread eagle to the walk.

“Like, wow, that was cool. But, how do I lick your pussy from up here?”

Grace snickers. “Are you sure we'll get something out of her?”

You give Grace an evil stare. “She has to know something.”

You turn your attention to the blonde. “So tell me, who is in charge of this world?”

“You really must be from far away...The glorious Queen Mara of course.”

You push your fingernails into her arm just past the point of pain.

“Who else is in charge?”

She gives a delicious whimper. “The Princess of Blades, Kelly Hampton runs her secret police.” She has a dreamy expression. “And, Princess Deborah Walsh is her second. That’s all I know!”

You take a drop of blood and form a red hot poker.

“Please...”

She screams as you touch it to the flesh of her arm. You feed upon her pain.

Grace smiles, a bit intoxicated from her first feeding in centuries. “What do we do with her now?”

“We feed, and enjoy what she has to offer.”

The girl looks at Grace. “Who...What is she.”

Grace laughs. “May I present, The Princess of Pain, Lady of the Dying Light, daughter of Baal.”

“Like, She’s a demon?”

“Silly girl, not just any demon, the daughter of Baal.”

You form a spiked cat o’ nine tails. You begin to flog her, starting teasingly lightly.

She screams bloody ****. You continue, whipping harder and harder, feeding on her pain.

In a breathy whisper she says something which surprises you...