Succubus Master Pt. 08

"Yay! He likes it! He likes it!" Ash jumped up and down, which made her massive tits torture the corset even more.

It was an all-too-alluring sight, and if, I hadn't already been restraining my demon side, then I would have been all over my familiar-and-slave, but somehow I maintained control. I directed my attention toward the outfit's owner.

"And you had that thing just... laying around?" I asked Janice.

"Of course," she said. "It's fun to spice things up in a relationship, wouldn't you say? You like, I have more." She gave me a challenging smile, but as soon as we made eye contact, her cheeks began to blossom. It was good to see that Janice's mask had a few cracks in it.

"More... like these?" Ella asked. We both turned to look at her. She held up an unusual black bag. It had the words 'Bad Dragon' emblazoned on it in big, bold, red letters. "What are these? And ya, I said 'are,' because there's a bunch of them back there."

"Oh that, well let us see..." Janice tapped at her chin quizzically. "That right there is a monster cock - well, to be more precise, a monster dildo."

"A what?" I asked.

Janice eyed me. She couldn't believe my ignorance was genuine. "Novelty dildos, Max," she said. "Some saintly genius got the idea to make dildos of every shape and size, to fulfill any fantasy that any woman - or man - might have.

"Seriously? You've never heard of Bad Dragon? You have multiple girlfriends, and one of them is a dog, and this is the first you're hearing about this?"

"Oh, go easy on him," Rayna said, clearly amused. "Maybe Max is just so good at fulfilling women's fantasies with his own equipment that his partners never get curious?"

"Okay, no offense," Janice replied, "but some people's fantasy is an eighteen-inch tentacle-cock covered with suction cups."

Despite her casual, dismissive tone, though, she couldn't help but sneak a look at my crotch. Rayna gave me a knowing smile. Ash, meanwhile, was standing around in her outfit, not really understanding anything that was happening. Ella seemed decently curious, though, so I decided to play along.

"Okay, so, tentacles," I said. "What else?"

Janice seemed happy to go into more detail. "Oh, you know, dogs, horses, bulls, dragons, anything really. The sky's the limit. Not only that, but their designs are quite stimulating, what with all the extra bumps and ridges." She pointed towards the bag in Ella's hand. "That one is actually my favorite. It's called Rex: man's best friend. Let me tell you, once you get that big knot seated inside you, it is out of this world."

Like she had when talking about Rene, her eyes drifted off. She was reminiscing again, and she sounded sincere. I was still a little shocked that she was being so open with all of us. She'd just admitted she liked fucking herself with a giant dog dick - fake, sure, but still.

Ella's eyes were bugging out of her head. Ash was still clueless. Rayna still looked amused. I had a feeling she'd already known all about Bad Dragon.

"Well, I'm sure Max and Ella are grateful for the lesson," Rayna said, smirking back at Janice, and then me. "I'll be sure to keep that little personal tidbit in mind, too.

"But that doesn't quite explain why you have so many," she added.

"Oh," Janice said, "to sell, of course! I figured that my little dark corner needs a dark corner of its own, like the back room of an old video store that holds the naughty good stuff. I worked a deal to get them wholesale, so I don't have to upcharge over the website. Delivery costs make it a wash with being a direct retailer. That one right there retails for just about a hundred dollars, and the margin's not bad for me."

"And people would pay that kind of money?" I asked. I couldn't hide my shock.

"Of course they will," Janice answered. "Some people would pay just for the novelty of it. Besides, if someone is willing to pay two hundred dollars for a licensed Game of Thrones chess set, surely they'll pay a premium for something that might give them a huge orgasm - especially the women."

"So ignorant of chess-o-sexuals," Rayna sighed out. Janice was finally starting to get her sense of humor, so this time, she just chuckled a little and let it go.

"Wait," I said. "Really? Why?"

As soon I asked the question, I knew I'd outed myself as the biggest idiot in the world. Ash was the only one who wasn't looking at me with a mixture of surprise, disbelief, and pity.

"Are you... are you fucking serious?" Janice asked. "Okay, no, seriously, what the fuck? Do you have a magical fucking dick? Are women just orgasming all over the place everywhere you go? Have you never read a single fucking article about female sexuality, ever, in your entire life?"

"Now now," Rayna said, struggling not to giggle, "Max is a bit of a late bloomer. Completely worth the wait, by the way, but in some ways, he's still very innocent. Why, it feels like only a few weeks ago that he was a shy little virgin who was focused on everything else besides sex."

Janice was eyeing me up and down again, and this time, I didn't think her opinion of me was rising.

"Well," she said, "there was kinda that vibe back in high school, I guess." She shook her head. "It's just weird, man. It's like you're two different people. You're into all this kinky shit - which is great, by the way - and you've got these incredibly beautiful women fawning over you, but then..."

I froze. I didn't know how to respond. I'd never thought Janice would be the one joking about my magic cock - not even knowing I actually had one.

Surprisingly, Ella stepped in to save me.

"It's true he doesn't know a ton about the female experience, generally," she said, "but he really does care about the individual women he meets. He listens to them. He respects them."

"Well, unless they're not into that," Rayna murmured - loudly enough for Janice to hear, though.

Ella rolled her eyes, but nodded towards her sister-slave. "And Rayna's not just blowing smoke," she continued. "Being with Max makes it easy to forget about some of the bullshit we have to deal with, and that's nice. So it hasn't really come up."

"Huh," Janice said. She kept eyeing me, but it didn't feel quite so hostile anymore.

I decided that was as good a moment as any to try to change the subject. I directed my attention towards Ash, who'd been completely excluded from the conversation.

"Az - er, Ash," I said, "you really do look great in that new outfit. I like it very much. Thanks so much for putting it on and showing it off for me."

"Us," Janice said. She was warming up again. That was a good sign.

"Having you standing near that coffee bar actually makes the place seem like one of those maid cafes," I added.

Ash was instantly joyful again, but, as it turned out, she only remained the center of attention for a second.

"Oh my god, you're right!" Ella suddenly shouted. "Why didn't I think of that?" Ella's eyes darted around the room, from Ash, to Janice, to the rest of the shop, and then back to Janice.

"Jan," she said, "you said you need a hook to drum up a buzz for the big event on Friday night, Right? Why not do a little themed opening? Max said it kinda looks like a maid cafe with Ash dressed up like that, so why not roll with that?"

Janice swung her head side to side, not immediately convinced by Ella's suggestion. "I don't know, El, I like the idea for, uh, reasons, and dumb, horny boys do spend some money... but maid cafes don't fit with the vibe of this place. The dark corner - you know, the sex one - is one thing, but the main shop is supposed to be about the occult and fantasy, and some goth and punk outfits."

It was a fair enough objection, but Ella wasn't going to be denied. I could feel her turn the sudden brainstorming session into a competition in her own mind, and she'd decided that her idea was going to win it.

She darted back into the storage room and came back out with a handful of stuff - most notably, a chain leash. She quickly attached it to Azura's collar and said, "Not if it was a slave maid cafe." Then she dropped the other stuff on the coffee bar. I saw spiked collars, wristbands, rolled-up fishnets, and some leather strappy stuff that I couldn't even identify.

"Goth punk slave maids," she said triumphantly. "Some hair dye or wigs, piercings, makeup, mash it up, girl. Put on the right background music and everybody will get it. Look, Ash even has those awesome blue tips already. That's punk."

Ash beamed at the compliment, even though she probably didn't understand it. She was just happy to be included. I reminded myself that I needed to stay mindful of that. She was a stranger to this world, and that would make it easy for us to just sideline her and forget about her. I didn't want to be a shitty master like that.

At the moment, though, I couldn't help but focus more on Ella. For as long as I'd known her, she'd never really showed any form of sexual deviancy. It made me wonder if Rayna and I were corrupting her, or what if it was the real Ella who was now showing her true colors. Either way, I decided it was going to be fun to explore this new facet of her personality.

"You know it, it might work," Janice said. "Yes, yes it will work." I could feel Janice's excitement growing. "But I just can't have Ash working alone. I need at least one more girl..."

She paused and looked pointedly at Rayna. Rayna had the decency to look at me. I was stunned for a moment, and she had to make a bit of a face to get her point across. I finally understood and nodded my permission. I really was not a good master - definitely more about the 'sex' part of 'sex slaves.' I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Anything for a friend," Rayna said sweetly to Janice.

My succubus slipped into the back room, and this time, I followed. My curiosity had gotten the better of me. As Rayna rifled through boxes, I scanned the contents of the storage room a little more broadly, and less invasively, than my succubus. I was thoroughly surprised at the various sex toys, outfits, Bad Dragon products, and every other kinky thing imaginable that Janice had stashed back there. I wasn't judging, and I was sure she'd make a tiny fortune off of college chicks in their experimental phases - not to mention that, apparently, it was hard for a lot of them to cum. I actually chuckled to myself about how I might ruin her business model if I got too ambitious. My surprise stemmed from the sheer volume. She'd said she wanted a little dark corner for The Dark Corner. I was wondering where she was going to fit anything else.

Rayna dressing herself was a quick and competent affair, even when she couldn't just shapeshift. She was smart enough to only use stuff that Janice actually had, and not to change her hair or makeup. When I directed my attention back towards her, she gave me a little twirl and curtsy. She looked amazing, which wasn't a surprise at all.

She'd decided to lean into Ash's accidental vibe, picking an outfit that was way too small for her own body, in turn. If anything, she went even further. If I didn't know she was a sex demon, I'd have been more worried about her tits than I had been about Ash's corset. They were being crushed, smooshed, and pushed up so violently that I was amazed I couldn't see her nipples. Meanwhile, I was sure her skirt wouldn't even save her from a public nudity charge if she were to go outside wearing it. Heeding Ella's suggestion, Rayna had also augmented the outfit with some kinky slave gear - especially the kind that crossed over into the punk aesthetic. She really was a whiz at putting together outfits.

She was also a lot more confident than Ash. She strutted out of the back room, with me following behind and laser-focused on her ass, and immediately started preening and posing for Janice. Janice gawked for a minute, then raced up to her apartment - to fetch an expensive-looking camera, as it turned out.

After about an hour of countless poses and pictures, Janice had all that she needed to drive attention to her store. The last pic was especially hot, and certainly the most eye-catching out of all of them. Janice dressed up in an all-black blazer suit, and sat in an ornate wooden chair like it was a throne. She got Rayna and Ash to both kneel at her feet, and held the chains attached to their respective collars in a single hand. She then struck a classic pose: the casual, confident, contemplative king - or queen, I supposed - leaning her chin against her free hand and crossing her leg widely, like guys usually do. It left no doubt as to who owned the store, and - in the fantasy, anyway - the two punk-sex-slave-maids. My demonic half pushed at me hard, telling me I needed to add the third girl in that picture to the other two that weren't hers, but mine. Thankfully, Janice wasn't a guy. If she had been, I'm not sure I could've maintained control.

"Oh yeah, that's the one," Janice said, and Ella and I could only nod in agreement. "That's the cover for the flier I'm going to blast out. I'll work on it tonight and send it out ASAP. Ray, Ash, I'll need you here an hour before the official time. Do you two know how to serve drinks and stuff like that?"

"Ash doesn't," Rayna replied, "but I'm sure I can teach her before Friday night." She sounded confident. I was still thinking about Ash's little 'Pack Master' slip-up. I wasn't so sure.

"Good," Janice said, obviously relieved. "If you need anything or have any questions, please don't hesitate to shoot me a message.

"Or just hit me up, period," she said with a playful, inviting smile. "You know, if 'Pack Master' is okay with it."

Once again, Ella and I tensed up. Ash looked a little embarrassed, but Rayna was loving it.

"Oh, we'll work extra hard to earn his permission," Rayna answered, returning every bit of Janice's sexual innuendo. "No promises, but plenty of interest."

Rayna and Azura quickly changed back into their street clothes and headed out the door. I was planning on going back home with Ella, but she decided to stay behind to help Janice with the flier. It was fine with me, as it gave her time to catch up with an old best friend, and maybe even strengthen their relationship. My demonic half liked that idea a lot. I still didn't know what I wanted to do with Janice, but I knew that I hadn't gotten nearly as much work done that night as I'd needed to. Above all else, I needed to make sure Janice's door was still open to me. Thankfully, my three girls had done a lot to ensure that that remained the case. After Friday night's opening, Janice would owe Rayna and Ash - and Ella, for her great idea - big time.

That reminded me: I needed to be better about thinking about my lovers' particular needs.

"That was a really great idea you had," I told Ella, gently embracing her. "You tackled that problem head-on and kicked its ass."

"Well, we kinda all just stumbled into it," she said, but she couldn't hide it: she was proud of herself, and she was thrilled that I was giving her her due.

"But you put it all together," I insisted. "You were really great today. I love you."

I could smell her arousal spike. She didn't really try to hide it on her face, either.

"I love you too, Max."

We parted ways with a deep, extended kiss, which Janice watched. I caught her raising an eyebrow out of the corner of my eye. I could only imagine what was going through her head. I'd let it slip earlier that I was with Ella, too, and I had a feeling that, as incredulous as the shop owner was about me being with Rayna and Ash, she was even more blown away by the fact that Ella would be a part of such a kinky situation.

Ella must have seen it too, and maybe had the same thoughts about it I did. As if channeling Rayna, she smirked at Janice and delivered a killer line.

"What can I say?" she said. "He's good with his tongue."

I figured Rayna's super-hearing had come in handy once again, and that she'd decided to share a few tidbits. Knowing I couldn't top that line, I bid both lovely ladies a fond farewell and headed towards Rayan's swanky new car.

********

"Well," Rayna purred, "that was fun, Master - right, Azura?" I'd barely even gotten into the back seat.

Azura opened the other side's door and climbed into the back with me.

"Everything's great as long as Pack Master is there!" Azura exclaimed. Then she snuggled up to me, and her voice got submissive and needy. "Did Azura do well?"

"Yes, Azura did well... wait, what are you doing?"

She'd begun undoing my pants as soon as I'd said the word 'yes.'

"Sister said if I did well, then Azura would get a reward."

"Is that so?" I said, looking at a snickering succubus via the rearview mirror.

"What can I say?" Rayna asked, feigning both innocence and helplessness. "It got her to transform into her full human state. Besides, I think it's time to christen this new vehicle with fresh pussy juice."

Azura freed my aching cock from the confines of both my pants and underwear. It had been hard for the entire photo shoot.

"Yay, it's time to mate with Pack Master!" Azura gruffed out as she ripped her jeans off, wasting no time in mounting my quickly-growing rod. As she rode me with reckless abandon, I quickly remembered that hidden behind that beach body was five hundred pounds of pure hellhound terror. If need be, she could have probably ripped a man's arms off just like Chewbacca. I counted my blessings that she was my loving slave and devoted familiar, and that she had a strong incentive not to rip my dick off my body, even by accident.

She made quick work of riding me; her furnace-like pussy felt spectacular around my cock as she tried to drive me into the cushions. She was really testing out the rear suspension of the car, never mind my body's resilience. It wasn't long before I lost control and flooded her womb. My orgasm was paired with a delicious influx of hellhound mana. It was a fast yet intense love session that ended with Azura cuddling on my lap like a dog after a long day in the park. Her pussy gaped and leaked a copious amount of cum onto the rich upholstery.

"I said pussy juice, not cum!" Rayna exclaimed from the front seat. I immediately knew she was joking, and Azura was too out of it to even care.

We made it back to my neighborhood, but at the last minute, I told Rayna to head to the quarry. She was confused, but once I explained what I had in mind, a wicked grin spread across her faux-angelic face.

"Right away, Master," Rayna replied like a dutiful chauffeur. She even materialized the suit jacket and hat as she proceeded to drive us out of town. She really was the funniest of my slaves. I loved that about her.

Chapter 23

It was Friday night in Morison. Most of the time, nothing really happened in the small university town. Game nights were the exception. If you weren't at the game itself, cheering the Fighting Whistles on to victory, then odds were you were at one of the myriad small events around town that were only scheduled on those same days, because those were the only days anyone could count on enough people being out and about at the same time.

One such event was the town maker faire, hosted once a month at a fairly-large live music venue. Men and women of all shapes, sizes, and backgrounds would come out to see if their little hobbies at home were worth anything. It held no interest for me, but Ella went absolutely crazy for it. She'd scurry from stall to stall and gush at every cute little thing that she saw - for example, fuse bead art of various cartoon and video game characters, like Super Mario and Charmander. Some of the crafts were complex and involved, like the custom-mixed paints that one woman regularly sold. Others were stupidly simple - plush balls with googly eyes. As long as they were cute, they got Ella's attention for at least a few seconds, and usually more.