An Obstacle That is Really an Opportunity

As you make your way back with your girls you are stopped by what seems to be a dozen or so female delinquents in Mad Max-inspired attire brandishing wooden bats with nails for spikes and crowbars. For the most part, they all seem to be between 4 and 5 feet in height with very flat chests. The one that seems to be the leader doesn't fit this mold, for the most part, at just shy of 6 feet she is easily the tallest of this all-girl gang, although her bosom seems to be somewhere between a low-C-Cup and high-B-Cup. They have their faces covered with masks of either black cloth or what appears to be torn pieces from some jeans. They are all looking at your group with as much malice as they can muster. You know they are all female because you can smell it on them, and their body structures, regardless of the actual build, have a clearly feminine slant to them. They all seem to actually be pretty fit, you can barely see anything to indicate visible fat on them.

"Alright, girls," Heather said to your two new hellhounds, "no need for Master to waste his time or energy dealing with these grunts, leave the leader but take down the rest, but no killing or serious injury, Master probably will have some use for all these bitches later." With that, the three of them charged forward. Half of the women blocking your way surged forward, clearly not wanting to be taken likely but they said nothing, probably because they wanted to do the whole thing where the silent menace of intimidation is used to make everyone else uncomfortable. In a puff of her demonic smoke, Heather disappeared, only to reappear in another puff of smoke to latch onto one of the crowbar wielders so that her legs held snuggly to her pray while their faces were almost perfectly level. In one clean movement, Heather manifested her demonic spade-pointed tail and tore the mask off then gave the surprised woman a kiss where she deepthroated her prey with her tongue and poofed away in another puff of smoke just as the woman's ally was about ready to swing down on the imp.

The hellhounds charged forth with far more grace than you anticipated them to have at this point and stood erect to catch the weapons, a pair of spiked baseball bats being wielded by two women in black leather pants and jackets, being swung at them with one hand and biting down on the shoulder of the women that held the weapon, causing their prey to fall back clutching the bitten shoulders. The women that were bitten to writhed on the ground with sounds of pleasure more than pain, and before everyone's eyes the two women began to morph and change into hellhounds themselves, their clothing shredding from the inside out until all that remained were their leather jackets and spiked collars, after the full transformation to hellhound their breasts swelled to the same size as those of the bitches that bit them.

The human onlookers stared in surprise, they then turned their attention to the woman Heather had deepthroated, they saw the woman begin to shrink down to two feet, even, and then her breasts swelled to a pair of G-Cups in what seemed like a second as they also had their skin turn into the same color as Heather's, they also grew a similar set of horns. The other half of the **** team stopped with their faces frozen with open mouths of shocked fear. Before any of them could react, Heather appeared in a puff of smoke on their chests and deepthroated them with her tongue before spoofing to the next victim with an open mouth.

In less than a minute, half of the opposing **** was lying on the ground as blissed-out demons under your command. The five remaining subordinates rushed forward, only to be knocked prone by a bampfing Heather, and before two of them could react, the hellhounds had already bitten their legs to restrict their movement. Just as the other two were getting up, the hellhounds were in their faces and Heather **** the mouths of the humans open and instructed the hellhounds to deepthroat the women with their demonic dog tongues, tongues that were easily two or three times as long as that of a human's (and just a bit longer than Heather's), to which they obediently thrust their black canine-like tongues into the open mouths of the two women and down their throats, moving their tongues back and forth in the throats for almost a minute as the rest of the newly infected transformed into 2-foot tall imps the same color as Heather and newly minted hellhounds.

"No way," came a frightened female voice from the last remaining human, the now-former gang leader, "this has to be a joke, the whole demons taking over the town thing has to be an elaborate hoax."

"Ooh, there's a big word for a delinquent," said Heather, "girls," she gestured to the hellhounds and rousing transformed, "hold her down so she doesn't escape our master." In what seemed like an instant the woman was being held by the arms and legs by your first two hellhounds as the rest of the newly transformed watched with sadistic anticipation. Heather poofed in and tore the woman's shirt, pants, and underwear off, leaving the spiked collar and spiked wristbands. "You're about to have the best fuck of your life, and everything will change for you," Heather said as she licked her lips erotically, "You were spared the fun we had because I wanted you to be turned by the Boss, personally."

You approach the woman with a menacing, yet erotic, grin and plunge your penis into her, causing the woman to scream in pain, then pleasure, you continue to fuck her for several minutes, unleashing several loads into her. When you're done, your pets let go of her and she collapses to the ground in a sex coma. Your cum starts to flow around her and form a dark demonic shell akin to some evil egg, her emergence will prove most amusing.