Rounding a corner in the tunnel, Lazarus' eyes went ide as he saw the source of the commotion. A naked woman was chained to the wall, and making quite a scene. Her skin was a cherry red, and tow thin black horns sprouted from just above her brow to curl up over her forehead. A long whip-like tail hung from her ass ending in a spade, and her green eyes were wide and wild, and her thick black hair ran down her back almost to her ass. Her wrists were manacled together and chained to a metal hook driven into the stone wall behind her, high above her head. Furthermore, her legs were bound as well, thick rings of metal encircled her thighs and were held up by chains connected to the ceiling, leaving her hanging in the air with her legs spread for all to see. As Lazarus got a good look at her face, she began to look very familiar. As she thrashed in her restraints, she cried and moaned in desperation. "Fuck me! Somebody, fuck me!"
The woman hanging from the ceiling was not alone in the room. Standing in front of her, head at eye level with her crotch, and tongue hard at work on her womanhood, was a particularly curvy glimmerling. The little woman's ass was huge even for a normal sized woman, and her massive breasts heaved as she worked. Her hair was long enough to reach the backs of her knees, and was the only thing covering her body. Her little green dick stood at attention, bobbing in time with her heartbeat. At the sound of the chained girls demands, she pulled her face from her groin long enough to answer. "Sorry, cutie, but you heard the boss; naughty girls don't get the cock." With that, she leaned forward and continued lapping at the red woman's sopping pussy.
"I'm not a clit girl! I want it inside!" the chained girl wailed as her snatch was once again stimulated.
"I know you do, dear, but I'm afraid a good tonguing is all you're getting for the next couple of days," replied the glimmerling, as her plaything continued to beg for cock.