Saints Row 3 - Retold

Story by Dualcode

Well you may wonder what this is about. After reading another Story on this very site, with the same concept i thought about everything that i found odd in Saints Row 3, from a story perspective and figured why not remake it, as well as obviously adding some porn to it. It is mainly a retelling of the mainstory of the game, however i have changed some events to play out differently, there are also plans to cut or merge characters from the games given certain people served very little relevance to the plot and as such will be omitted or combined with another existing character. Given the context and setting, some scenes are not exactly consentual, fair warning in advance.

Please note that it is not entirely just about sex, so while many chapters will contain sex in them, its not just written smut ;)

Chapter 1: When bad Heists go worse

Shit had literally hit the fan. All thanks to that little bitch Birk that pressed the alarm during the staged heist. She would get that bitch, she would hunt him down and make him pay for his stupidity. Gat had been right about him, about the movie, everything, it just was not worth it. And now he was gone, how, why, she did not know, but he was not here in any case. "Do you have any goddamn idea who you are fucking with?" the Boss asked, talking to that rich-dressed prick with a vomit-inducing scarf. "Of course." was his answer, with a accent that just confirmed everything she needed to know about him, that stupid french voice, his 1000$ Suit, the private airliner. He was a prick, a rich prick, but still a fucking prick.

"A remarkable likeness." he spoke again, a bobblehead next to him, a bobblehead of Gat, which just stung in the fresh wound and the Boss made a twisted, hate-filled face. "These visions are Viola and Kiki and I am Philippe Loren, Chairman of a multi-national Organisation called the Syndicate." he introduced the two women, twins by the looks of it, as well as himself, though the Boss didn't really give a shit, she wanted him dead just the same.

"Never heard of it." Shaundi interjected, she sat next to her, in a chair the same as her, tied down to it. "Evidently not or you would not have tried to rob our bank." the french man responded. Now it made a bit of sense, all that fucking bling and fancy look of the bank, the armed guards. "Perhaps you wonder why you are still breathing at this point?" he then asked and Shaundi just gave him a look, that look, the one that simply spelled out that he was a dumb asshole.

"Enlighten me." the Boss responded in turn, one part curious, the other part trying to keep the conversation going to get out of this goddamn chair and bust that smug french face in. "Like it or not, our Organization is expanding into Stillwater. I am offering you the chance to leverage your assets against your lives. Ladies." he explained and the twins walked to the giant TV screen, flanking it on both sides. "You may continue to operate the Saints-Ultor Group as you see fit in exchange for 66% of your monthly gross revenue." one of the two explained. "That is before taxes of course." the other then added. She didn't like them, at all, they were just as smug and arrogant as that Philippe and she would love to hear them scream for mercy when she pays them back.

"Listen, you french fuck.." the Boss began to speak, but was cut off by a comment from Loren. "Please, I am belgian." he interjected. "So make yourself a fucking waffle, I don't give a shit. I am giving you one chance to let us go, or so help me god, i will throw your stupid ass out of this fucking plane." the Boss continued, her tone and facial expression spoke of irritation, anger and just plain rage at this point.

"And i had so hoped we could come to a rational business arrangement." Philippe responded in turn and walked away, towards one of the windows as the twins instead stepped closer. It seemed like the negotiations were finished and Shaundi as well as herself were about to die, yet it felt different. There were no guards, no weapons. Well she was wrong about the last part, as the twins stood in front of them, the Boss could see what seemed to be bulges hidden beneath the skirts they wore. They both undid their zippers, quite cleverly hidden in the skirts she would have to agree if she wasnt more concerned about what was to happen.

The twins then brandished their weapons so to speak, two eight inch Cocks, about two inches wide in girth too. The twins stroked their lengths idly, allowing both herself and shaundi to see them harden quite quickly. "Since you do not wish to be business partners, you will just become obedient whores for the Syndicate." one of the Twins explained, which resulted in a scoff from Shaundi and a rather grim look from the Boss in turn. "We will have you properly trained and..." one of the twins spoke, only to be interrupted by the other. "And given a new appearance and wardrobe." the other twin finished.

"Now ope

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