18 Incubus Demonio – Sinful Story – Chapter 15: Safehouse #35!

Django is a guy that can handle many things and, over the years, learned not to overreact to certain situations. Drug deals got bad, gunfights, running from the police, and even genital upgrades.

Wait... That last one is new.

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Genitalia Upgrades

Penis Length I- Increases penis length. (make them feel every single inch!) (+2 Inches!) (Current Size: 10.5 Inches)

Penis Girth I- Increases the thickness of your weapon! Make that bitch or bastard feel like those walls are stretching like rubber! (Current Thickness: Really sick baby arm)

Penis Curvature - Make the ladies like the angle of your dangle! Curves your mighty weapon and can punch through the womb in one go.

Scrotum Sack I- Increase the size of your balls. The scent of your balls makes women and men around you aroused and sexually attracted to you. Make them like the gizzle! (would look at the nuts on him!) (Current size are median-sized eggs!)

Semen Volume I- Increases semen volume. (Paint it that baby maker white boy!) (Current: Can fill a 12oz)

Semen Thickness I- Increases the semen thickness. (I love hentai! You, humans are so naughty!♥)

Semen Marking- Marks the target with Magical Tattoos. Crotch for women and tramp stamps for men.

Elemental Gizzle- Changes the properties of your boys into something else that makes the girls howl in pleasure. (You know what I'm sayin'!)

Each one cost 1,000 points to upgrade. The price will go up after each upgrade.

Elemental Gizzle- 3,000

Semen Marking- 2,000.

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He doesn't want to ask why the voice in his head (let's call it Eris for) is showing him this. Django has an idea, but he is not for it.

[Oh, you know why, boy! You're going to take those two fine orc women and enslave to your D ♥!]

Ignoring his demon side, Django went back to the trouble at hand. He, Reily, and Benjamin are walking towards his warehouse in the red-light district. It was located under an overpass. This part of town had sex workers on not only the streets but also a sex shop, a strip club, and quite possibly a mini-brothel. This area had a pink light shining over it. No one batted an eye at the three black teenagers carrying two screaming smoking hot orcish chicks.

"Where are we?" Benjamin thought. This seemed to be a new area to him. Then, suddenly, he heard his cellphone rang. He had the earpiece on him and quickly picked it up.

"Ya Benjamin King here, so what's up?" Benjamin said.

"Alright gangsters, mobsters, to anyone on the jobs. This message from Bloodhorn. I'm sending a 3 million for these three jokers that just stole my two ladies and ruined my plane... I want them dead! Dead! No small-time gang gets away from stealing for me!"

"What? You put a bounty on us? Listen, you asshole, I will…." Benjamin said, only to get the sound that implied the call had ended.

"Yo, what happened?" Django said, ignoring the two orc girls on his shoulders. Man, these girls sure don't shut the fuck up.

"It's that prick Bloodhorn; he said that he put a massive bounty on us," the half-bred said. "I'll fuck him up the next time I see him."

"Get in line nigga.... That asshole is mine!" Reily said. "But why the way where the hell are we, Django?"

Answering quickly, Django arrives at the door to his warehouse. He has never been inside it yet, but according to Juri and Nessova, this place is a perfect safe house. The heir of two fortunes also made note on to why would his two um.... girls? Fuck toys? Sex friends? Whatever. Would buy multiple safe houses around the city with his money? Did they know he'd get in trouble with gangs or shiz? "Dragonbare, it's kind of like Bangkok's abusive creepy uncle," Django said while kicking the door open and walking inside.

"That bad, huh?" Benjamin said. "Been here before?"

"Nah, man... My two lady friends went on a safe house shopping tree in this place," He answered before dumping the tide up a woman on the house.

Reily looked around the walls around the warehouse before entering and saw some graffiti on the walls, and one thing puzzled him.

"Great, what the fuck does 'Feel Boss' mean?" Reily said.

"You don't want to know," Benjamin said. The way his tone sounded seemed like a memory he'd rather not relive.

The three looked around the warehouse, and all three said the exact same thing.

"Damn!" The three boys were very impressed by what they saw. There was a large living room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and a lot of other rooms. A large staircase led upstairs, and a basement was below.

"How much did you pay for this?" Reily asked.

"I think 230 large... Can't believe they went all out on this place... I should get them, thanks... Hell, man, there is even an office. "

"So, what are we going to do with these two?" Benjamin said.

"You two figure it out. I'm going to the office and get out what's up," Django said. "Convince them to betray their boss." As he was done with the conversation, the sixteen old black-haired teen walked up the stairs leading to his office.

Grinning, the street kid of the group rolled over up to the ladies and put on purple gloves. "Let us pray the Pimp's Prayer. Lord, please pray for the soul of this bitch and her sister and guide my pimp's hand and make it strong, Lord, so that she and her hoe of sister might learn a hoe's place. Amen."

"Really, man?"

***

Django walked into his office, and the three followed. He was greeted by the sight of two naked women sitting on his couch. One was a tall, blonde, well built, muscular, and with a huge rack. She was rubbing her breasts and looking at the three of them.

The other was a small, curvy, busty, and dark-skinned woman with short hair. She was wearing a tight black dress and a pair of high heels. Both women were covered in tattoos.

Not expecting this, Django blinks owlishly at the two women. Who are very busy making out with each other on his very excellent and expensive leather couch to notice him. The girls seem to have a conversation while not seeing Django, who just kept watching the show in front of them.

Misty could scarcely stay like this anymore. She'd kept it under wraps for the night as best she could, but as she nearly reached her limit, it just became oh so hard to keep it together.

Tonight had been… oh, did she even have words for it? She and Jeanne had gone on a date together, and it was the most wonderful, the most twisted experience she'd ever had! But she knew she'd have plenty of time to remember tonight as she continued to push her tongue down her date's mouth.

Ohh~! The blonde can't believe how daring her girlfriend was... breaking into some else warehouse/mansion. The amount of stuff here was well worth over five million, easy.

Immediately, she felt her lover's hand on the buzzing vibrator buried in her pussy. Her eyes widened at the feeling of her own fingers sliding over the buzzing toy. Then, moaning into her lover's mouth, she began to finger herself.

Jeanne pulled away from the kiss long enough to moan, "Oh, I want to play with this, too."

That perfect, flawless smile nearly made Misty cum on the spot. Finally, she had earned her goddess's favour! She was overwhelmed with ecstatic delight, knowing that she had- and then she remembered. She had been a dirty girl. A naughty girl. An evil slut! And now, her goddess had chosen to punish her for being such a bad girl.

Misty stopped fingering herself and grabbed Jeanne's wrist, pulling it away from the buzzing toy.

"I- I was bad, Mistress," she stammered. "I couldn't hold back and," tears sprung to her eyes, tears at both the shame of what she had done and knowing that she was such a stupid and worthless girl that she couldn't even follow her simple instructions, "I- I came."

"Oh, did you now?" Mistress's voice had no censure, but she knew she was displeased by her disobedience.

Misty nodded, unable to look at her Mistress. She was afraid of what she would see in her eyes.

The imperious glare she received shattered any illusions Misty had about being anything other than Mistress's horny little fuck toy. Jeanne pointed to her tiny black-skinned feet.

"Lick," she commanded, and Misty practically threw her lips at her Mistress's feet, thanking her for her mercy to even consider letting a girl as wretched as her kiss her feet. "Tell me how the date tonight."

She was beyond words. Nothing she could say would suffice.

Misty's Mistress's toes and ankles, moving upwards until she reached Mistress's calves. She moaned at the sensation of her tongue licking over the smooth skin. But Mistress wants to hear words from her filthy mouth.

"It was wonderful!" she cried, kissing the calves with more vigour and tasting the cocoa lotion skin that was so much worthier than a worthless worm like she was, "Oh, Mistress, I was such a stupid, silly girl not to realize how right you were about your greatness! Dinner was lovely, you were so sweet, and I- Mistress, I- at your door, outside your room, I masturbated on the spot!" It was the truth. Jeanne had been so right. All those times, she told her to go back home, and she wouldn't listen. She was a whore. A slut. A pervert. A cheap slut!

But her Goddess's voice now took on a faraway tone, like she was talking to herself while watching the scene in her mind. "Yes, it was… wonderful," she sighed. "You look so beautiful in that dress… And you-" her breathing quickened, "fluttered your eyelashes for at, and- and that kiss, it was you were saying that you were my equal!"

"I know... you must punish me for thinking such things.," she replied wistfully, but whatever the blonde-haired woman was going to say was interrupted by a voice. An unknown voice. A male voice.

"So... Jeanne... Misty." Django, using his demonic voice and magical voice at the same. The two skills immediately went to work on the two lesbians that broke into his place.

Misty's legs suddenly got weak and trembly. A sensation in her core suddenly surged up as she faced something she had to get away from, but… whoever this person was! But oh god, the mystery man wasn't even near her or Jeanne, and her nipples had become two bullet points poking up at the sight—or she should say—the scent of that man. She can't keep her transformation like this, if this feeling says.

Jeanne can tell this is the owner of this place at first glance, but the short black-skinned woman quickly made a point not to look at him. Gods, he was too fucking sexy, drenched in sweat and smelling like lust itself. Fresh blood on him and staring at them like pieces of meat! What she'd do to get impaled on that dick... But Jeanne's sanity held, if even by a thread—Misty's moaning had given her the perfect excuse not to fuck him on the spot.

That and she remembers that she and Misty only like girls, not men.

"Who are you, bastard?!" panting heavily. That she was panting because of lust. "What have you done to us? When did you get here?!"

"Well... I own this place..." Django answered slowly, still using his powers to keep them in sway. The closer he, the more turned on the two-woman got. Misty went great effort, got up and weakly tried to protest and make Django stay away from them and took in a big whiff of air, trying to calm herself down.

HUMP!

Her legs actually gave way, toppling to the floor as her mind shorted out from the sheer wall of emotion that slammed into her. His raw, masculine musk simply invaded—overwhelmed!—every sense of decency and place as it sent overpowering instincts into action to take over her overheating mind. She might have cum—she had no idea what was going on with her body, as it clearly no longer was under her control.

"Misty!" Jeanne said, alarmed at her lover collapse.

Django was shocked. He didn't expect that reaction at all. Not at all. "Ok... that was new?" Then, looking at Jeanne, he asked again why they were in his office, but with a little more force in his tone.

Jeanne looked at him with confusion and fear. She was scared to say the wrong thing to him.

"Uhm... we... Uhm... thought that maybe you could help us with something..." she lied. Not wanting to stay, they have repeatedly been crashing into this place for weeks now. This was the first time someone was there, and she hoped that maybe he could give them some answers. Perhaps he could also be a solution to their problems.

"Help you? With what?" Django asked, taking one step closer.

The closer he, the more fear Jeanne can feel for herself and Misty... who now has cat ears on her head. Fingers plunging into her pussy, she rolled on the floor, all around her, Django scent invading her mind and driving Misty to a state of utterly wild and deranged arousal. An animal, that was what she was, what this strange man scent made her, driven not by rational thought but by instinctual need. Her clit screamed at her for attention, and she gave it, rubbing it with her palm as her fingers explored as deep as they could, a weak substitute for what she really needed… something bigger and thicker. Could be this handsome strange man, could be fucking anyone, she'd let hobo, fuck, she'd let that idiot Bloodhorn rail her with his tiny dick if it'd just relieve this heat!

"Now try again and without lying to me," Django said, glaring at them. "Have you been living here? In my place?"

Jeanne gulped but managed to answer, "No... We've been staying at a hotel."

"A hotel? You think I'm stupid? Why would you stay at a fucking hotel when you could live in a mansion like this?" Django said.

"Well... We wanted to see how good of a job you do running this place." Jeanne replied.

"And?"

"Well, we haven't seen much of you. So we thought we'd come here and ask you a few questions about how you run this place."

"Bitch, why are you still trying to lie to me?" asked Django, who wasn't impressed with her lying to him. He never once been here, and the boy was quite sure he'd remember two fine women in here. Especially since he was looking at the two of them now. Both of them were animal girls.

"We're not lying; we're asking you a question," Jeanne replied, struggling to regain some semblance of self-control.

"You don't want to leave, do you?"

"Well, we can't stay here forever..."

Django started at Jeanne, who is sporting dog's ears on her head. "Ok, so why do you have dog ears and a tail?" Then he pointed to her lover, who was busy rubbing her needy clitty until she came, the cries of her orgasms muffled by Jeanne's hand as an impromptu gag. "Why is your girlfriend or whatevers. So damn horny and has cat ears?"

Jeanne gulped again, trying to figure out what to say next.

"Misty?" Django asked.

"Misty is a timid girl, sir. She doesn't like people."

"But she has no problem masturbating in front of me?" Making the short woman flinch and causing a red tint to her cheeks. Whatever was affecting Misty was getting to black-skinned beauty.

After fighting for hours and not even taking a shower, Django reeks of blood, gunpowder, and musk. "I'm not stupid, you know."

And that scent...

She felt her hand, wholly beyond her control, grip Misty's thigh. "Mnnnn," she groaned under her breath, "S-so horny..." she whined.

Misty's face was a mask of barely restrained lust. "Do it..." she moaned, her own fingers tracing a path over Jeanne's thighs, "C-can't stop… myself..."

"We caaaaaaan't," Jeanne protested, even as her fingers slipped into Misty's cunt. This- this was wrong! She won't do this in front of a complete stranger! She had to stop-

Misty's fingers brushed Jeanne's clit, and all objections ceased. Even thought stopped—all the short black woman cared about was what was immediately present. She moaned loudly as Misty's digits danced over her throbbing nub, making the short black hair girl squirm against the hardwood floor.

Django watched intently, mesmerized by the sight before him: Two beautiful women, naked, completely submissive and horny for each other. The Beastwoman Tribe intrigued Django, not the least for being a race of only women, but also because they had sounded like a race of fierce warriors. But, unfortunately, he never met one until today...

He did not know they were total nympho sluts, or maybe it's just these two, but in any case, Django just decided to watch the show. He'd also recorded it. Blackmail is always handy.

It was apparent that the two lovers were having fun together; the two were in sync with everything except the most essential part of the act itself. Their bodies moved as if they were one creature as they writhed on the floor, moaning deeply, their hands roaming everywhere they could reach. The sound of skin slapping on flesh filled the room as their tongues licked and probed at each other's mouths as well as at their crotches. It was clear to Django that both girls were far too aroused to care anymore about anything else, but that which kinda made Django excited a bit.

Jeanne never felt so turned on by her girlfriend in front of a man. Or any man.

What would- what would happen if that man comes over here? Or- or if they- they presented themselves to him, two mindless, horny animals that needed cock… they were- they were hot.

Jeanne knew it, glancing at Misty's big tits, the Neko girl squeezing and pinching one of her nipples with one hand as the other frigged Jeanee. Yes, she had great tits, and Jeanee had an ass that she even caught that prude Wendy staring at! They were hot... hot beastwoman sluts… this man would- oh- this man would- oh!- this man would f-fuck them!

Jeanne bit down hard on her hand in a desperate need to silence her cry as she climaxed. Misty's drunken giggle was very loud and inviting! Maybe the man staring at the horny kitty and doggie frigging each other like mad because the man at the door had the sexiest scent… It would ruin her, permanently destroy both of their reputations; hell, they could ruin their minds, just being kept as pets!

Undo everything she'd ever thought she had dedicated her life towards if this utter man could turn her—could turn any of her lover's back home!—into nothing more than- than animals! Empty, brainless beastwoman sluts!

And Jeanne couldn't stop imagining how hot it made her! How much she would love to get fucked by a real man and lose herself to him! To be owned! Oh, God! She needed to be taken and used! She wanted to be controlled and dominated by a strong male—she didn't give a damn what he looked liked! Jeanne would- she would submit to him and worship his huge cock! She would- she would be his slave!

Jeanne lost all control of herself, falling to her knees as she begged and pleaded for the man in front of her to fuck her and make her his slut! Make her his slave! And then she heard it. A voice, a low, sexy voice. Soft and smooth and teasing. The kind of voice that makes a woman melt and fall to her knees. But it wasn't coming from the man standing in front of her. No, it was coming from behind her, from Misty.

"Sir, please..." Misty whispered in her ear. "Please take us with you. Please let us go with you."

Jeanne shivered as she felt Misty's warm breath on her neck. "Yes... Take us with you." She moaned softly. "Let us serve you."

"Misty?" Jeanne said, turning around to look at her lover. "W-what are you doing?"

Misty smiled, "Oh... I'm sorry, Jeanne. I was just thinking out loud."

"Yeah, you better be careful what you say around him," Jeanne said, feeling the wetness between her legs and trying to cover it up with her hands. "He's a dangerous man."

"Oh, I know. I know. I'm sorry. I'll be quiet." Misty said, her eyes full of lust as she stared at the man who was now leaning against the wall, watching the two of them.

"I can't believe you just said that!" Jeanne said, blushing and covering her face with her hands.

"Sorry, Jeanie. I- I was just so horny, I couldn't help myself."

"Y-you shouldn't talk about stuff like that," Jeanne said, trying to regain some composure.

"I know, I know. It was stupid of me. Sorry."

"N-no, it's ok. Just- just don't do it again, alright?"

"I promise. I'm sorry."

Jeanne sighed and shook her head. "Look, it's okay. Really. Let's just forget about it. Come on, let's clean ourselves up and get dressed."

"Okay," Misty said, slowly getting off the floor and grabbing her clothes.

Jeanne took her time dressing but finally managed to pull on her panties and put her dress back on.

She knew she should probably apologize to the man in front of them, but she was afraid he might get angry if she did.

She glanced at the man and saw him smirking at her as she was putting her shoes on. He was still wearing his shirt, and it was open to reveal a chest that was a perfect match for the one Misty was showing off in her skimpy outfit. His pants were unzipped, revealing a pair of boxers that were a size bigger than the ones Misty was wearing.

The man walked over to them and grabbed the girls by their arms, pulling them close to him. "Hey there, ladies. My name is Django, and I own this place. What brings you here?"

Jeanne gulped. Her heart was racing. "Ah- uh- I'm- I'm sorry, sir. We- we were looking for a room, and we got lost. I'm sorry we bothered you."

"No, bother at all. You can stay here tonight. But first, I think you two could use a bath."

"Bath?" Misty asked, confused.

"A nice long soak in the tub. I've seen you two enjoying yourselves. I bet you haven't had a good soak in a while. So why don't you come along with me, and we can fix that?"

Jeanne nodded, unable to speak.

"Also, we can talk about all the back pay you ladies owe me," he said, giving the girls a kiss on their foreheads. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

Jeanne and Misty watched as the man walked out of the room, leaving them alone with their thoughts.

Jeanne was surprised at how calm she was. She felt a little guilty, but she was relieved that she wouldn't have to face the consequences of what she did. But she knew she had to find a way to escape from this guy, somehow.

Misty looked at her, smiling, waiting for her to say something.

"You're not going to try to run away, are you?" Jeanne asked.

"Of course not! I promised I do that?"

"Well, I mean, you heard what he said. He's gonna kill us if we leave."

"I know, but I want to see where this goes. If we end up escaping from this place, I wanna make sure we have a plan to do it. And I don't trust him not to hurt us if we try to run."

"Yeah, but what if he tries to keep us here? I don't want to be his slave forever."

"If he wants us to be slaves, we can't escape. So we gotta figure out a way to deal with that. But, yeah, I agree with you. We can't just let him do whatever he wants with us."

"But he doesn't know that."

"Yeah, but he knows that we can't tell anyone what happened here. And he knows that we're not gonna be able to pay him back for all the money we owe him. So he's gonna keep us here as long as we don't try to escape. I mean, he's already been pretty nice to us. And he's letting us stay here tonight. So I don't think he's gonna do anything bad to us. And, hey, maybe we can get him to like us enough to give us a break on the back pay. I mean, we broke in here. So repercussions."

"That's true," Jeanne sighed, feeling trapped already. "Maybe he'll let us stay here for free."

"Yeah, maybe. Anyway, let's get cleaned up."

"Good idea."