"The Greatish Escape - A Devil's Gullet Tale" by KiwiKink

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The Greatish Escape - A Devil's Gullet Tale
by KiwiKink,





The official name was Alysa Prison, a fortified dungeon built into the side of an imposing cliff face, consisting of seven levels brick and steel cells designed to hold the worst criminals, both natural and supernatural. Governed by the strict warden Nalen Abayo Kara, who ruthlessly oversaw this wretched hive of scum and villainy, the prison had became infamous throughout the land, earning itself another, more ominous name:

The Devil's Gullet!

But this story was not about the notorious brigands and assassins kept chained up in maximum security. It was not about the demonesses kept imprisoned in the lower levels, awaiting banishment. It was not even about a certain hunky and egotistical one-eyed Bromage who would be mortified that he was not the centre of this particular attention.

Instead this story shall focus on a specific pitiful pair, currently located in one of the Gullet's processing cells while Warden Kara discussed their fate with a visitor in her personal office.

Now, let us begin our tale...









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The two prisoners had been brought into the Devil's Gullet the night before, arrested for on the suspicion of being suspicious. And for starting a comically improbable bar fight. And for loudly discussing plans for robbing a noble’s tower (the larger of the prisoner’s claimed it was merely a hypothetical, a mental exercise rather than a prelude to an actual crime; the smaller of pair claimed “It was a prank,” and “It’s totally okay, I know Lillian and she’d find it hilarious!”) As the interrogation had gone in circles for most of the night, it was deemed prudent to let the pair stew until morning to see if a night in restraints would change their dispositions.

And stew they did. The larger of the two, an orcish bounty hunter by the name of Lasha Loudmouth, strained against the thick leather straps that bound her to the sturdy interrogation chair. As with most orcs, she was tall, muscular and very green, with a long black braid sprouting from the top of her otherwise shaved head. Normally she would have had a lot to say about her current situation, but a large rubber ball filled her mouth, held in black by a thick leather strap that was buckled behind her head. It was a rather humiliating position to be in, and she put the blame squarely on her current companion in chains.

Unlike Lasha, Kaimeal Wethrin did not seem particularly perturbed by her bondage. A slender elven rogue with a shock of short, wild red hair, Kaimlea was the near opposite of Lasha in terms of both size and demeanour. She seemed positively relaxed despite of (or because of) the leather restraints, and had spent the night incessantly and loudly humming behind her ballgag. Lasha found it hard to believe that Warden Kara could come up with a worse punishment than what she had just be subjected to.

That being said, Lasha had no intention of sticking around. Though the chair was well constructed and her restraints made from quality leather, Lasha’s struggles had been slowly been weakening both. Not enough for her to heroically break free, but enough that, with a little effort, she might be able to slip her arm free. Okay, with a lot of effort. But it was still a brighter hope than waiting for Nalen Kara to arrive and pass judgement. So biting down hard on her gag, Lasha strain and wiggled, carefully slipping her left arm free of the straps that had previously bound her.

Lasha let out a triumphant mew from behind her gag.

After giving her muscular limb a good shake to get the circulation going again, Lasha quickly began releasing the other straps one by one, until she was finally free of the damnable chair, taking great joy in spitting the ballgag from her mouth. Lasha rushed to the interrogation room door, looking through the barred view hole built into it to check if the coast was clear. It was, and she was ready to run, when the pang of her continence got the better of her.

“Sigh,” she said, sighing. “Against my better judgement, I better free that stupid elf as waugh!”

Lasha jumped as she turned around and found a completely unrestrained Kaimela Wethrin standing right behind her, a wide grin on her face. Lasha spluttered at her, gesturing for so sort of explanation. All she got was, “I escaped somehow!”

“We don’t have time for this,” Lasha sighed, shaking her head. “We need to get out before the Warden arrives!”

But it was too late for that. No sooner had Lasha finished her sentence, she heard the steady sound of booted feet marching towards the cell. “Quick, hide! We’ll have to ambush her when she comes in.”

“Good plan, I like it!” Kaimela said, rubbing her hands together evily.

The pair moved swiftly, pressing their bodies up again wall on either side of the door, holding in their breathes as the footsteps drew closer. A key was inserted into the door’s lock, and after a loud click, the door itself swung open.

“Wake up you disreputable dunces,” bellowed Warden Nalen Kara as stomped into the cell. The famous governess of the Devil’s Gullet was an impressive sight, dressed in her immaculately-pressed red uniform jacket with a large white fur collar, tan trousers and knee-high leather boots. Her face was a mask of stern authority with a hint of snobbish annoyance at having to wade in the gutter of criminal filth. “It is you lucky…”

Nalen stopped, her eyes narrowing at the sight of the two very empty interrogation chairs.

“Get her!” yelled Lasha, and she and Kaimela leaped upon the very surprised Nalen. The warden put up a good struggle, but it was not enough to stop Lasha wrestling her to floor while Kaimela clamped both hands over Nalen’s mouth to keep her quiet. As Nalen furiously squirmed, the pair dragged her over to the nearest interrogation chair and dumped her in it, with Lasha deftly buckling her in while Kaimela strapped a ballgag deep into Nalen’s mouth.

“Ha!” Lasha said, admiring their handwork wile the gagged Nalen glared at them. “That ought to put a kink in her plans!”

“Excellent,” Kaimela grinned, rubbing her hands maniacally. “I’ll get the rubber catsuit and you grab the whipped cream!”

Lasha and Nalen both stared at Kaimela, dumbfounded.

“Oooh!” Kaimela said, winking. “You meant the other definition of kink. Gotcha!”

Lasha just shook her head, then sighed, “Let’s just get out of here.”

She and Kaimela legged it from the cell, then headed down the corridor looking for a way out of the Gullet. The corridor ended in a door that opened to a stairway heading down into darkness. Lasha and Kaimela looked at each other, then made the unspoken agreement with each other that this route was the wrong direction, so head back up the corridor to find the stairwell to the upper levels.

“Well,” Lasha said as they arrived on the next floor up, “the good news is we are a floor closer to the exit.”

The bad news was that between them and the next stairway up was the Gullet’s entire guards’ barracks. In many ways, it was a out of the frying pan and into fire moments. Still, if the pair wanted freedom, they had to find a way through this gauntlet of guards, but first they needed to find somewhere out of sight where they could hide and plot. Thankfully, there was a convenient storage room nearby. Once they were inside the small, cramped and darkened room, the pair began to formulate ideas.

“I’ve got it!” Kaimela exclaimed suddenly, and a little too loudly for Lasha’s tastes. She went over to a shelf and pulled off a couple of coils of rope and handful of rags. “Look, conveniently placed tying-up stuff! I say we wait until a pair of guardswomen are heading by, then we snatch them, strip them down to their underwear and hogtie them!”

“And then we just walk out wearing their uniforms!” Lasha said approvingly.

“Oooh, that's a nice addition to my plan!” Kaimela said.

Lasha stared at Kaimela. Blinked. Then decided to not press the issue, instead chosing to open the door to the storeroom just a crack so she could peer out into the passageway. It took a while, but soon two perfect candidates in sight. More than perfect, in fact; these were the two guardswomen who had escorted Lasha and Kaimela to the Gullet the previous night.

“Have you seen the warden?” asked Imani nonchalantly, a tall, athletically built woman with dark dreadlocks. She and her companion were both dressed in the prison’s standard red uniforms, styled after that worn by Nalen herself, though instead of a fur collar she had a neatly folded cravat.

“Not since she went downstairs to see those two new inmates,” replied Masika, who was dressed in a similar uniform and kept her hair tightly braided into rows. She sounded almost bored, having grown complacent due the Gullet being such a well-organised prison that it offered very few surprises.

“You don’t think there is a chance the prisoners jumped her, gagged and bound her and then left her locked in their cell?” Imani mused.

Masika considered this for a moment, then shook her head. “Nah, that scenario is too farfetched for this place.”

“That is true,” said Imani, nodding thoughtfully. “Well, let’s us get back to our duties.”

It was at that moment that a pair of hands were clamped tightly over Imani’s and Masika’s mouths and they we pulled into the darken storeroom, the door slamming shut behind them.

Lasha worked quickly to restrain Imani, filling her mouth with a balled up rag and securing it in place with another strip of cloth. She forcibly stripped the dreadlocked guard down to her undergarments, then tightly lashed Imani’s hands behind her back, then bound her legs at the ankles and knees. Happy with her work, Lasha was confident that Imani would be going anywhere anytime soon.

“That should hold you,” Lasha said, grinning. “How are you doing, Kai-“

Lasha stopped, once again lost for words. Masika was hanging suspended from the ceiling of the storeroom, her arms bound behind her back in a reverse prayer position, while her body was was crisscrossed in an intricate web of ropes. She was tightly gagged with a length of cloth with the ends tied to form a neat bow between her lips. Below her, a smiling Kaimela admired her handiwork.

“What can I say,” Kaimela said with pride, “I’m an artist.”

“I … I just don’t want to know,” Lasha sighed, hurriedly putting on Imani’s uniform. “Let’s just get out of here before someone raises the alarm. Just be thankful that these uniforms are made from an improbably convenient material that allows one size to fit all!”

Kaimela reluctantly followed suit, slipping to Masika’s outfit before blowing a goodbye kiss to the bound and gagged guardswomen.

Now properly dressed in their stolen uniforms, Lasha and Kaimela proudly marched down the passageway, throwing casual salutes to any other guards they saw. “It will be clear sailing from here on in,” Lasha grinned, satisfied that their disguises allowed them free passage around the prison.

“Yeah, it would take a supreme piece of extraordinarily bad luck to ruin our escape,” Kaimela agreed.

It was then that a supreme piece of extraordinarily bad luck ruined their escape.

As they passed by another convenient storage room, the door suddenly swung open and a pair of strong hand clamped tightly over their mouths and dragged them inside. After a bit of kerfuffle and a lot rope tying later, Jakki Kahalle and Zila La Roja emerged from the store room, both now dressed in their stolen stolen uniforms. Jakki was a handsome woman with a cocky disposition, with short dark hair and bore distinct scars on her face that bisected her eyebrows. Jakki was athletically built, but nowhere near as muscular as her companion Zila, who sported dark skin and messy collar-length red hair, with a large scar across the bridge of her nose and a set of teeth that resembled those of a shark more than a normal woman's.

“You know something?” Jakki mused as she matched down the passage way, “I get the feeling I’ve met that elven guard before. And that orcess. Not sure from where though...”

“Maybe they were the one’s who brought us in?” Zila replied absently, keeping step with Jakki.

“That is probably it,” Jakki agreed absently. “At least it should be clear sailing from here. It would take a supreme piece of extraordinarily bad luck to-“

“Hey!” Zila snapped. “Don’t jinx it!”

“Good point,” Jakki said, and then the pair headed off towards freedom.

Back in the storeroom, Lasha and Kaimela laid on floor, both stripped down to their underwear, and both extremely well bound. Kaimela had been folded into a neat little package, her knees pressed to her chest, with her hands not only bound together before her but also tied to her ankles. A knotted cloth had been bound between her lips, silencing any inappropriate comments she may have wanted to make. Lasha was next to her, lying on her stomach in an expertly done hogtie, her ankles bent back so far they almost touched her bound hands. Lasha's mouth was packed tight with rags, secured in play by another loop of rope. It was all rather humiliating.

But they had not gotten this far only to give up! Lasha was determined to escape, so quickly scanned the storeroom for anything that might be used to cut her way free.

Lasha inched along the floor towards a nearby stack of selves, scanning it for a dagger, a pair of scissors, a pointed stick, anything that could be used to cut herself free. Much to her surprise, on the bottom shelf she found one of each of these items, along with a makeshift shiv, a set of lockpicks and even a freaking battle axe, all accompanied by a sign that read, “Confiscated Items Used By Prisoners To Escape Restraints.”

Deciding to not look a gift unicorn in the mouth, Lasha weighed up her options and decided on the scissors as her means of escape. Though awkward due to her strict hogtie, Lasha managed to slip the blades of the scissors between the knots, and then in what was more of a feat of dexterity than strength, she managed to cut through the rope and her way to freedom. Feeling relieved, Lasha leaped up to feet, ready to cut Kaimela loose … and then stopped, closing her eyes and grimacing.

“You’ve escaped somehow, haven’t you?”

“Yep,” Kaimela replied.

“Sigh,” said Lasha, sighing. “Let just steal some more disguises so we can get out of here.”

“Yay, more stripping!” Kaimela said, rubbing her hands together gleefully.

Deciding to not question the elven rogue’s priorities, Lasha instead set herself up against the door to wait for their next victims.

Lasha and Kaimela did not have to wait long, as an unusual pair found themselves strolling down the passage on a route that would take them passed the storeroom. The first of odd pair was tall, handsome man with an extremely well sculptured body complete with well oiled pecs and abs. He kept his short black hair styled in a steep angle pompadour, and sported an eyepatch over his glowing left eye socket. Dressed in leather boots, a flowing fur cape and a very tight thong, Jaime Bromage was sexy and he knew it. And worst of all, he knew you knew it.

“Thank you for tagging along on this exorcism,” Jaime said to his companion. “I totally could have handled it myself, but that would have deprived me of your delightful company!”

“Thank you,” replied Mildred “Millie” Bush with a curtsey, bouncing along beside the handsome Bromage. She was a voluptuous woman of delightful curves and large mane of curly black hair, as cute as a button and had the personality to match. She was dressed in a low-cut frilly dress with puffy shoulders and a pointed, wide-brimmed witches hat, all a pleasing lavender in colour. “It is a shame you had to banish those demonesses, they were such cuties! We could have sooo much fun with them.”

“I understand you, but I suspect our illustrious warden would not agree, and such creatures can be very cunning, and horny, so very, very horny…” Jaime stopped, momentarily losing his train of thought. “Wait, why was I against keeping them around?”

It was at that point that a pair of hands were clamped tightly over Jaime and Millie’s mouths and the pair where pulled into the storeroom, where in a whirlwind of movement they were both stripped, bound and thoroughly gagged.

Lasha was the first to emerge from the storeroom in her new disguise, sulking. She was clad in Millie's frilly dress and witch's hat, and she looked absolutely adorable, much to her horror. But the worst was yet to come, as Kaimela leaped from storeroom, striking a dramatic pose on one knee with one hand on her hip and the other pointing off to the roof. She was, indeed, dressed in Jaime's clothing, complete with eyepatch, cape, tong and complete lack of shirt. She had also hastily drawn a six pack onto her smooth belly.

“I am sexy and I know it!” Kaimela announced.

Lasha gritted her teeth. “This. Is. Not. Going. To. Work.”

Kaimela pouted, but reluctantly agreed. “You are right,” she sighed. “This disguise would not fool anyone. The Bromage wore his eyepatch over his other eye.”

Lasha and Kaimela went back into the storeroom, and after whirlwind of movement Millie and Jaime were both reclothed, unbound and thoroughly ungagged and then kicked out of the storeroom and into the passage way.

“Can I have my thong back?” Jaime called, only for it to be thrown in his face. “Thank you!”

“Well, that was odd,” Millie said, dusting herself off.

“Indeed,” Jaime said, putting his thong back on. “Say, Millie, how do you feel about a little demon summoning experiment. You know, for science?”

“That sounds sexy … I mean, informative,” she agreed, nodding vigorously, and then the pair continued on their way, quickly putting this strange detour behind them.

In the storeroom, Lasha formulated a new plan. “Okay, forget stealing uniforms,” she said, pacing back and forth in the confined space. “We'll just leg it instead!”

Kaimela gave her a thumbs up, and the pair burst out of the storeroom and sprinted down the passageway towards the prison's main entrance. They raced passed some guardswomen here and there, but thankfully them being dressed in only their undergarments perplexed the guards long enough Lasha and Kaimela to be out of sight before the guards figured they should do something. They reached another stairwell heading upwards, and quickly bounded up the stairs in hopes of finding freedom. Lasha took the lead, swinging open a promising looking door-

And found herself in Warden Nalen Kara's personal office.

Naturally, the warden herself was not there, but a particular visitor was. She was a tall, muscular woman with short, dark red hair, and a bemused smile on her handsome face. She was dressed in a sleeveless leather jerkin with a fur collar and tight pants, high boots, and sported a pair of metal bracers on her forearms. Lasha knew who this was, but before she could utter the woman's name, Kaimela beat her to it.

“Karyn!” the elven rogue squealed with glee, launching herself across the room to tackle Karyn Strongblood out of her chair. Kaimela planted kiss after kiss after kiss onto the bemused strong woman's lips, an wide grin on her face.

“Hi Kai,” Karyn said, kissing Kaimela back. “Good to see you, too. One question though; why are you only dressed in your underwear?”

Kaimela stopped, putting her hands on her hips. “I think the pertinent question is,” she said with deadly seriousness, “why aren't you in yours?”

“Touche,” Karyn relied. She lifted the elven rogue off of her and set her down, and waved at Lasha. “Hello, Loudmouth. Hope Kai was not too much of pain to you.”

“I refuse to comment,” Lasha said, causing Kaimela to adopt the most unconvincing innocent smile ever.

“Well, I guess you should grab your belongings so we can leave,” Karyn said, surprisingly calm about all of this. “Though I am surprised, I thought Nalen would be with you.”

“Why would she be with us?” Lasha asked, confused.

“Well, it took a lot of convincing, and I had to call in a lot of favours,” Karyn said with a shrug, “but she agreed to drop all charges. And since she had gone down to Processing to free you both, I just figured she'd come back with you.”

“Free us?” Lasha and Kaimela said in unison.

“Yeah,” Karyn said, confused by there strange reaction. She then looked passed the pair to the office doorway. “Hi, Nalen! Thanks again for bailing Lasha and Kai out.”

Lasha and Kaimela turned, and to their horror saw Nalen Kara standing there. In her hands were the leather restraints and ballgag that had been used on her when Kaimela and Lasha had broken out of their cell. Her jaw was clenched. Her left eye twitched. If Lasha had to guess, she thought the warden might have been a little bit angry.

“Kaimela?” Lasha said.

“Yes, Lasha?” Kaimela replied.

“Leg it!”

The pair then raised off, diving out the office window and sprinting off toward the horizon. Karyn and Nalen watched them go, with the warden remaining completely, utterly and deathly silent. Karyn smiled sheepishly.

“Um, I guess I should go get them back?” she said.

Nalen's left eye just twitched.

“I'll go bring them back,” Karyn sighed, slowly backing away towards the door, before heading off to track down the fleeing pair, before they could do any more damage than they had already caused.