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The sky had started to change color, from its reddish sunset to a darker blue. The night had come again when they reached the next town. This time, Ifrit had never seen the place before, with a particularly good reason.

Unlike the cleaner and tidier towns and villages the group had been, the place was overcrowded and very dirty. It was also built on the river, making the river itself not seen from the front. Unlike the places before, this one was full of suspicious humans and Lycans doing on their own business, but mostly shady ones, including the violent ones like cutting a man's throat in public. The town itself was not of a kind that you would like to see, even in broad daylight. It was gloomy, full of decaying houses, and full of unsavory citizens.

"Just...mind their own business," said Albreich to the others. "It's...what this town is supposed to be."

"Mind telling us why we are passing through a shanty town?" asked Nergora while keeping his gaze to a hooded figure beside the carriage, who quickly turn away.

"As an underground trader myself, this place is a trade stop, as unpleasant as it is. Besides, we have something of an importance in this town."

Upon hearing that statement, Ifrit turned his head and said, "Something important? All I can see are killings."

"This is a shanty town, after all," said Nergora to his brother. "If you want to find anywhere to indulge to thirst of violence and debauchery, a shanty town is the place. There are no rules to stop you from doing things you normally are not allowed. But still, what's important in this town?"

"I've heard rumors of people trafficking during my travels. Lycans and humans are being sold to some other people to do things you don't want to do in normal life, like being the slaves to the other."

"We are not trying to find anyone being sold as slaves, Albreich," said Rhynsa while showing his gun to a possible poacher. "We don't have any business here."

"I don't have any business here, but YOU do. Every one of you has an unlikely ally who I know is in this town somewhere."

Albreich knew that they are confused on what he's trying to say to them, but they would understand soon enough.

As they passed through an alley, where now instead of criminals, there are prostitutes everywhere, Rhynsa couldn't ignore a sight of sore.

A group of half-naked canines are walking down the alley with hands tied behind their backs, with collars being worn around their necks. They were only wearing loincloths and were being forced to walk around the alley in a straight line, only held by the ropes tied to their collars. What actually made Rhynsa cringed was how they didn't look like any wolves at all, but they looked a lot like jackals.

"Those are..."

"Yes, it's as I feared. One of your hellhound races are being enslaved by another. I've met your friend just one year ago, but now he's in this town, possibly enslaved by the others to do unpleasant things, including being humiliated in public like that."

"What are they doing there, then? Don't they actually be slaves to the rebels?"

"I don't want you to know what had befallen them, but...you have to save one of your kinds before it's too late for him."

"(Anubis...)," said Nergora with a snarl.

Suddenly the slaver in front of the hellhound line turned his head and stare at Nergora with a stare that was actually full of anger than surprise. Ifrit knew what that gaze was and whispered, "(I know you're angry, brother, but if any of them know that we're hellhounds, we won't get any chance to save whoever that is. Just...stay cool, alright? Isn't that your specialty?)"

"Albreich, do you know where Anubis Caropus is being held?" said Rhynsa while still aiming the same potential poacher. "The faster the better."

"Hold on...there's something in front of..."

Ifrit's senses were sensitive at that time, and he could react quick enough for a spherical object thrown to them. Without thinking of what it was doing, Ifrit just move to Albreich's back, grabbed the thing, and throw it back with terrifying accuracy to where it was thrown by a human standing on the roof. Suddenly, it exploded, sending chunks of meats down raining on them.

"What the fuck, Ifrit! Did you just blow that man up?"

"He was throwing a fucking grenade to the carriage, what am I supposed to do?!"

"The problem is, we're riding on a big motor carriage that might've attracted some of them."

The carriage stopped on a corner, where there was a store. Albreich quickly walked down and said, "Stay with the carriage. I'm trying to find something."

As he disappeared behind a store's door, the group of hellhounds was now being surrounded by a group of suspicious-looking, mixed-race people who clearly had bad intentions, yet they hesitated because of the ready-to-kill aura from the hellhounds. Not only that, they had an Ulshurfak with them.

It was enough to deter the would-be criminals. When they had gone, Rhynsa said, "I guess they are scared to demons, huh?"

"Spare me the commentary, Rhynsa. They are not even ready to fight the finest of the Schelkz army," said Sovarn with a laugh. "You know, we are really a group of elites now."

They still waited for Albreich for a while when Ifrit said, "Why is that Lycan in front of the jackals mad at Nergora's snarl. Is he feeling threatened?"

"No...I can guess why he's mad," said Rhynsa. "Kid, that werewolf is still angry with Hordo-speaking demons."

"But...only hellhounds talk with Hordo, right?"

"A bulky Lycan like that can only mean that he's from Tragoria. If his hatred is deep, then the region is in a far worse condition than some of the towns. Not only that, the way he forcibly pull that leash is fueled by this hatred. There are no rules in this town, so hellhounds might've also been enslaved as a neutral party, not only those still loyal to the monarchs."

"And why aren't we saving them if they are not even our enemies."

"Who says they are not our enemies? This shanty town still has hellhounds lurking in the shadows, acting like common criminals. Those jackals are the proof. Money talks around here, and violence also thrives. I'm not saying that we can start killing them. There must be a rule or a kind of bribery to make people turn their eyes away..."

"Hmmm? There's someone approaching us."

The others looked at where Ifrit was pointing. There was another dark brown furred jackal running to them. He was still wearing the slave collar and not wearing anything except the cloth wrapping his loins. What made the group actually took notice was the tattoo marking all around the jackal, which made a mark or some sort on him, with particular arrangements.

"(Hey, you're hellhounds, right? You gotta help me out here, please! I'm begging you, hide me from those humans!)"

His warning was actually late when some humans were coming to him. He was clearly scared to the point he shivered a lot, and that was when the markings started to shine and he was growling in pain. The humans made a smile as the jackal writhed on the muddy road, coating him in mud. The other hellhounds had started to move when Sovarn jumped on the roof and shouted, "Hedris Wals!" as the markings started to lose the glow. It surprised the others around him, but he just made another devious smile that was a mockery to the humans. They charged to him but he then made a very bold act to shout "Kadrin Fush!" which cut the two humans in half.

"(You don't need to make a scene by showing that kind of shit here, man!)" exclaimed Rhynsa

"(That's what you get for trying to fight against the court wizard of the Schelkz family)," said Sovarn.

"(A court wizard?! Is there even a position like that in the kingdom?!! I thought you're a rear general!)"

Just then, silence came to the rest of the crowd when the two of them were bickering in Hordo, which made Nergora and Ifrit felt embarrassed to be with the two together. Just then, Albreich came out of the store and said, "Hey, what are you two even fighting about? C'mon, the proprietor of this store is willing to guard my carriage and...holy god almighty, what did you do?!"

"What do you think we're doing?! This jackal needs help!"

"Jackal?"

Albreich walked to the other side of his carriage and say the same scared jackal that Sovarn just saved. The tattoo marking was still there and the jackal himself was cowering in fear, but nevertheless, the slave collar and the shackles were released from him, though his brand was still there.

"It's okay...we're your friends," said Albreich when he realized what he was scared off. "Those two can be quite a nuisance but you're free now."

"(My king...if they know what happens here my king will be gone forever!)"

Upon hearing that Nergora and Ifrit turned their heads and said, "(Your king?! You mean Caropus?!)"

"(His name is a glory that I can't tell, but it's him! The glorious king!)"

"(So he IS in this town.... Hey, do you know where he is?)" said Nergora.

"(I know where he is, but...you might don't want to know what's his state now. As a loyal soldier, I feel very embarrassed to see my king being disgraced...)"

"(Just skip that loyalty thing. Tell me where he is now)."

The group agreed to go to where the former slave pointed. They finally reached a place where he once worked, and Albreich was distraught to where he was actually pointing them.

It was a strip club, and what was worse, it was a gentleman's club. What made it really worse was the anachronistic suit the people went in or out. They were clad in black leather suits with more or less exposed parts that caused Albreich to be embarrassed.

"What in the world is this...debauchery? This is so outworldly and so...god, forgive me, but this is too much!" said Albreich while looking away.

"I was almost put in the same situation if not for my king to let him do the dirty stuff and put us in a less embarrassing way.... Oh...my king..."

"(Hey, what the hell is a bondage club doing in this story?)" said Ifrit.

"(Ifrit, there's no BDSM club on the surface of the earth)," said Rhynsa while blushing. "(This...uhm...settlement is...uh, not even of a human's...product. It's...uh...demonic)."

"(That makes this place even more anachronistic! What kind of an idiot who put a bondage club in a middle of a dirty settlement with no technology that's more advanced than a telephone? This doesn't make sense)."

"(That's why...uh, this is...not of human's origin. It's...)"

Nergora pulled Rhynsa aside and said, "(I know this is a first circle's origin, Rhynsa. You seemed shaken when you know what this place is, right? Don't worry, we won't be caught by them despite of not wearing any gears. It's a strip club, too. What you should be worrying are the harpies and the succubus in there)."

"(H-how do you know all that?)"

Nergora pointed to a couple of BDSM enthusiasts. What took Rhynsa's attention was that the other one was a black leather-suited hellhound, yet the other was not a demon you could see often. The other was a demon with bird's wings, but a face that a hybrid between pure birds's with human's features, minus ear leaves. The sight made Rhynsa realized the problem they were facing.

"(If that death jackal is not lying, and Anubis is really inside this club, then we must move very carefully. We can blend with the normal clothed hellhounds)."

As they did that, they managed to get into the club, which posed another problem again. Inside, light shows showered them that anachronistically showed lasers that wasn't so bright and dangerous, yet was an eye-sore for a primitive human community. Inside, all sorts of debauchery happened. There were many other hellhounds like them wearing shiny rubber material suits around them that didn't really care about who was suited like them or not (there were also many of them who didn't wear suits or clothing at all). There were also humans in the club, but they didn't know if they were the surface ones or those who had been damned to hell. The problem was, when Rhynsa saw two hellhounds, clearly males, kissing each other, he actually gulped and turned his gaze to Sovarn repeatedly, who clearly seemed to enjoy the male-on-male entertainment.

The club was not exclusively for males, as there were both female and male strippers around them, occasionally flirting with one of the four. Lean-bodied males wearing the shiny black rubber outfits danced erotically on the pole, most of them were not even human, yet not entirely Lycan, either. Ifrit also noticed that there were also goat demons that were like Azgal, yet they were wearing a mask and couldn't express their real appearances. Other hellhound races, one of them that clearly looked like a Rottweiler, passed them. He was not wearing a full encased one, but instead a minimalistic harness, with a collar and a muzzle covering most of his head. Most of his bodies were exposed, and he was showing off his rather big dong to them, making Sovarn and Rhynsa blushed.

"(Shit, man, this place is like an orgy for shining black people)," exclaimed Ifrit. "(How can we find a finely furred hellhound like Anubis in here?)"

Nergora walked past some humans before he found an even more extreme side of the club. The patrons were tied to something and being teased all over, especially to their reproductive parts, by some advanced machineries ahead of the surface's technologies. The sight of the bondage scene itself was enough to get Rhynsa blushed to the point he actually almost opened his wings to flap them because of heat.

Sovarn noticed it, smiled, and said, "(I guess you're turned on by seeing people helpless and you actually want to try some, huh?)"

"(W-what? I'm not t-that kind of person!)"

"(Don't worry, Rhynsa...we're both into the same fetish. I've got your back)."

Rhynsa actually blushed and was overheating inside. He was getting hot until he really had a desperate need to flap his wings, especially when he heard a muffled moan from a hellhound beside him. He thought that being entirely denied of relieving oneself was a sexy moment that he wanted to made; being helpless and utterly under the other's mercy. His mind started to drift as his fantasy started to take over his calm demeanor. Apparently, being dominated by someone was his secret desire, especially when considering how Vilkila, his wife, would like to tease him with the same kind of play, claiming that she also had the love of seeing others cry in pain (or in other words, a sadistic one). Rhynsa always obliged, and he found out that he was into it, too. I went on and on until the birth of their daughter, who actually had prevented them to do their 'hobby'. Despite of the trauma of losing his wife, Rhynsa was still having the same love of being a submissive hellhound, and he would love to...if Ifrit would allow him to...

"(Hey, I think that's our guy)."

Rhynsa snapped out of his fantasy to see what Ifrit actually saw. On a bed, encased in a vacuum cube, was a particular jackal that Rhynsa knew. He had a black fur (not the shiny rubber) with golden interior of his high ear. His body wasn't all seen, and he was blindfolded. His mouth was gagged by a ring gag that was tied like a muzzle around his head, and he was very dirty of some white fluids. Nergora helped to re-inflate the cube and helped him out. To add more pain to humiliation, his body was encased in a pink rubber suit that, unlike most of the people in the club, was a tight fit, as if it was vacuumed to him. It encased everything, including his whip-like tail.

When they had removed his muzzle, he was still moaning, completely oblivious of his free jaws, which indicated that he was held captive like this for so long that it started to mess with his muscular systems.

Ifrit tried to find anywhere to open the suit, but couldn't find anything except for a gap on his neck, where he could slid out of this suit. His hands were tied behind him.

When Nergora pulled out his blindfold, he saw the hellhound's golden eyes with black sclera, further confirming him as the one they were trying to find.

"(Hey, Anubis...are you there?)"

Anubis suddenly snapped, and he was turning his gaze around them with a dazzled look, occasionally blinking. He the gulped and said, "(Are you...trying to save me?)"

"(We are your savior, my friend, but we need to get you out of this...suit)."

"(I can't be of much help.... This suit prevents me to use my curse. Oh please, just get everything off! I've been captured for how long I do not know)."

"It's not good trying to take a slave from its master, you know."

They all turned to the source of the voice, a blue-colored succubus sitting on a throne with two other hellhounds on the either sides of her, tied like a dog. She was wearing a tight corset and skimpy outfit that could make many males attracted. She elegantly walked down the stairs and started moving to Rhynsa. The others tried to react but they couldn't even move.

"Silly dog, you should've known your own love to this place the first time you step into my club," said the succubus. "I can take care of you...in a special way you ever wanted."

"(She's just trying to muddle your mind, Rhynsa. Don't listen to her!)"

"Oh...but he's just too shy to admit that it's true, hmm? C'mon...indulge yourself. I love a new pet, and you're a nice-looking one..."

Rhynsa had clearly been too confused to focus. His friend's words were fading out of him. The succubus had blocked them. He was now inside his own fantasy out of his fetish. He wanted to get out, but his sub consciousness was telling him to stay, to enjoy every last bit of it. He wondered what if he can experience this forever. His mind was lost, yet...there was a shining light of hope, and from it, came Ifrit, who said, "(Is this how you're going to end up? Don't you still have a revenge to fulfill?!)"

It snapped him to reality almost at the same time when Ifrit punched him. He shoved the succubus away and pulled out his guns. The succubus just sighed and said, "Pity, and I thought you are one hell of a sexy pup."

"Sorry, succubus, but I'm not here to be taken over by lust."

"Why can't you make things simpler? Girls, make them scream!"

There were harpies all around them, and some of the patrons who were wearing the kinky outfits. The five of them were surrounded by them. Nergora quickly pulled out his sword and said, "(Ifrit, take care of Anubis! We need to find a way for his curse to work again!)"

When Ifrit nodded, the rest of them fought the harpies and other succubus, making a huge mess when they were trying to dodge and fight. Ifrit attended to Anubis and tried to release his restrictive clothing, but the same succubus waved a whip and it almost hit both of them if not for Ifrit's senses.

"Just as I hear of it. Your reflexes are from the goats of the fifth plane," said the succubus calmly. "You'll be a great collection to my slaves, Ifrit Schelkz."

"I'm no one's slave, succubus. I'm no slaves to those who tries to usurp the throne, and especially not for you."

"I love having a defiant opponent like you. It will be such a great pleasure to break you down...."

She made another whipping attack again and Ifrit managed to catch it, yet a sudden pain started to course through his hand. It was strange. Even though he wasn't getting hit by a whip before, it wouldn't be that painful. The succubus then moved closer and slapped Ifrit square in the face. Like before, the pain was amplified to the point he roared.

"Ohhh...give me that scream.... Your painful scream turns me on..."

"(What a goddamn freak...)"

"You may comment me all you like, hellhound, but you won't be able to escape my power. As a Lust Demon, I can amplify the pain from being attacked by a kinky weapon or action. You're at the disadvantage here. We're inside a BDSM club, and...I'm powered by it."

"You mean if you hear screams of your victims...you get a surge of power."

"Masochism is such bliss, don't you think? It's wiser of you can just give up..."

Ifrit jumped to the succubus and he slashed the succubus with his spirit blade. It didn't wound her too deep, but it started to heal. Unfortunately, Ifrit was grabbed and both of his hands were shackled before being kicked to the other side of the room. Coupled with the hit to the wall, the pain was enough to make him go numb. He couldn't even feel his shackled hands.

"This is my power, Ifrit Schelkz. If my enemy is engaged in a bondage act or caught by one, the pain from any attacks will be amplified every time they are caught by any bondage gear. You did feel in, don't you? Aside from that, my power will be doubled, until the point where you can't feel anything and submit to me. I don't really want to see you getting killed, do I?"

"(You bitch...)"

"This is why you're underestimating the power of Lust Demons. Most of you are thinking about us as bitches and sluts, while we can also fight. Even though you inherited the power of a fifth plane demon, it doesn't count if you're not a cunning demon."

The succubus then approached Ifrit, and seductively touched him. Her touch became so sensitive on Ifrit's body that he started to shiver. She noticed that, and giggled. "My, my, so eager to begin? I may be a succubus, but the term 'don't get distracted during a fight' still applies, hmm?"

Ifrit wanted to talk again, but he realized something was stuffed inside his mouth. When he looked down, he saw a slight red spherical object strapped to his mouth. When he saw a hellhound had it as a necklace, he knew he was going in for another trouble.

"You're so sexy when you're helpless and gagged, Ifrit Schelkz. A hunk like you might suffice to my collection..."

Not like before, the succubus suddenly jumped and pounced Ifrit. She quickly pinned him down under her with tremendous strength unlike what he had known before. He tried to kick her but her cloven hoofs were holding then down. Her perfume scent was overwhelming to Ifrit's strong olfactory senses and he started to black out.

"I may be a sadist and masochist, but I'm not purely in love with that. You see, lust held strong in everyone's mind. You can be a pure killing machine, a warrior, or a simple man, but lust is a strong thing. Your race is easy to manipulate with your high chance to develop humane feelings. Love prevails, don't you agree?"

In his muffled shouts, Ifrit wanted to say something about '(You're fucking wrong)' and '(Love is not entirely romantic)!' when he was again distracted by the succubus who started to strip Ifrit. The sheer unexpected action was enough to make Ifrit panicked and tried to struggle free.

"Struggle all you want. It excites me.... You don't mind if I...remove your pants, Ifrit?"

"(Holy shit, succubus, anything but that)!" shouted Ifrit loudly inside his mind.

"Why don't you want it? You have a tent there..."

"(What?! All that teasing and pain actually aroused me?!)" thought Ifrit while blushing. It must be the succubus's mind trick. He wasn't into bondage and being raped by a lust demon. He kept thinking about thoughts that could turn everything off inside of his mind, but the succubus's constant flirting and...slow and tender touch to his rugged chest fur was unbearably distracting. He really needed to focus so he wouldn't end up humiliated like Anubis was...