The bed is, indeed, a thin blanket over a stone "couch." The stench has steadily increased as men perspire and relieve themselves. And the snores of your fellow prisoners reverberate off the rough-hewn walls. Despite all this, you do eventually fall asleep. You are that exhausted.
But, after what seems like only minutes of troubled sleep, you awake, your hairs prickling. The lamps that lit the dungeon have all gone out -- leaving no explanation for the ambient red glow that seems to focus on a figure in front of your cell.
You gape as the sleep clears away. She is quite the figure indeed. Taller than you, covered in smooth tan skin, one arm is tucked under her fulsome bust, cupping her right elbow, her right forefinger laid thoughtfully to her narrow chin. Her face is aristocratic, sensual, and somewhat... cruel. Her eyes glow a bright yellow with cat-like pupils. Long, spiraled horns rise above her red hair. Folded red wings, black-fingered, give her give her the impression of a cloak, and you can see a long, spade-tipped tail idly twitching behind her. Her form is toned, but curvy, radiating both sexuality and power.
Her only clothes are a brassiere that supports her breasts but does not so much as cover up to her nipples; and a matching pair of long gloves and thigh-length, high-heeled boots which seem to be made of black, oiled leather. Thus her womanhood is on full display, shaven, puffy, and glistening within, though no fluid passes its thick red lips.
"I thought I might find someone interesting here," she purrs once you finish your inspection. You gulp, her voice making you shiver and your already hardening cock jump. That reminds you of your nudity and you quickly pull the blanket over your crotch. She smiles, but ignores it as she continues speaking.
"These wretched dwarves mostly just pick up muscle-headed trash, buuut even that can be fun. And, once in a while, I find something... special."
"Wh-what do you want?" you sputter. No need to ask what she is. Although you'd never seen one, the village priest had warned you and the other young men often enough of the dangers of the succubi -- demonic temptresses who would corrupt you into sex-addled villains before dragging your soul down to an eternity of degradation in the Abyss.
"Why, you of course. If you're interested, I can get you out of here."
"Uh-huh." You pull your knees up, helping to hide your now fully erect wood. But while her nakedness has you aroused, it hasn't made you stupid. "Why would you do that?"
She laughs. "Oh, I knew you were special. Would you believe that plenty of men go with me just because they think they will get a good fuck? Which they do, of course... but that's not good enough for you, is it?"
You shrug, wary of speaking with a demon. However, another voice breaks the silence.
"Oi, what's all the ruckus?" You both glance over to see Darin get up from his cot and stretch, then gawk as he sees the succubus. "Good gods, is that a fucking demon?"
"I'm not fucking at the moment, but yes." She shifts, putting a hand on an ample hip. "Maybe you'd be interested in coming with me, big boy?"
"Maybe. Maybe not." He narrows his eyes knowingly. "I've always dreamed of fucking a succubus, but I wasn't born yesterday. I know all things come with a price."
"Indeed. Well, how about I spell out what will happen to you if you don't come with me?" She smirks.
"No need," Darin states dismissively. "We already know -- we're getting outta this dump soon's those stupid dwarf fucks set us loose in that mine."
"Oh really. You were not just captured for a day's diversion, warrior. Dwarves have few women, you see. Due to an imbalance in their essence, only one in twenty babes is a dwarfmaid. And given certain... attitudes towards women, most dwarfmaids either depart or transform themselves into something else."
"That explains a lot," mutters Darin.
"What matters is how it explains your presence." The succubus arches a thin brow. "Dwarves aren't known for spell-casting, but they are good at alchemy. Once you're caught, their concoctions will be forced down your throats -- or up your asses -- and you'll become dwarfmaids to bear their spawn. Or, at least, capable of being impregnated by them. Some dwarves aren't picky about the race or sex of those they knock up."
You pale. But Daren scoffs.
"I'd like to see one of those little fuckers try."
"You think you could overpower them? Sure, you've got a foot or so on them in height, but dwarves are pure muscle. Don't expect them to play fair, either. That mine will be rigged, and they're sure to trick themselves out with all kinds of gadgets."
"Gods," you swear. "I didn't know dwarves were such perverted swine!"
"Not all are. You just happened to have been sold to one of the... kinkier clans."
"Sold?"
She looks at you through her lashes. "You did not come here of your own accord, did you? And these dwarves don't do their own dirty work. You were caught by some bandit and sold to them."
Well, that made sense. And it didn't really matter how you got here, did it?
"Whatever," you sigh. "But what's it to you? What is your price? I don't want to be a dwarf bitch, but I don't want to go to the Abyss either."
"Fair enough. I've no intentions of taking you to the Abyss. I just don't want to see men of your calibre wasted on breeding more ugly little miners." She extends her hand towards your cells. "Come with me, and I promise you your freedom."
You have heard that demons have to keep their word. Or was that devils? Or fairies...? Shit. You're between a rock and a hard place -- a very hard something that is making it kind of hard to think. Something you don't want to lose to horny dwarves.