The market

I wandered around in a daze, trying to figure out what to do. I was worried about the idea of stealing, and I wasn't sure I was ready to go quite as far as whoring, something I'd never done before - going to bed with a guy so he'll do me a favour or buy me something nice doesn't count! But my stomach was rumbling, and I guessed I would need some money, or something to trade.

I realised that, all though the crowd hadn't changed, I'd wandered into a less familiar area of market. Here, stages and cages displayed a variety of beings, all of them collared. There were men and women, some looking like me while others had odd-coloured skin, horns, tails or stranger alterations. There were also other, less identifiable things. All were clearly for sale, traded by a variety of merchants, and it was hard to tell where the line was between 'pet' and '****'. All of the slaves were naked, showing a lot of quite tantalising flesh. Some of them cowered in chains and leather bindings, while others proudly displayed themselves, as if daring someone to buy them.

The presence of a wide variety of bondage gear, most of which I'd used in my life for less practical purposes, was beginning to turn me on, and my nipples could be clearly seen sticking through my ragged clothes. Also, the idea of being put on display like these slaves was rather appealing, and when a beautiful demoness winked at me and stroked a long, prehensile tail across her collar before running it down her body, I couldn't help feeling jealous of her. And, although I doubted I could afford it, the idea of owning one of these slaves, of having them do whatever I ordered, was deeply tempting.

One of the many signs decorating the walls caught me eye. It was repeated in several languages, including English.

"Slaves purchased, of any variety. Pleasure slaves a speciality. Sell your self into slavery, with a good price and a reasonable contract! Ask for Khoureen."

From the look of it, accepting slavery wasn't unusual, and the mention of a 'contract' implied I could keep some control. It might be a good way to get money, and a place to get my bearings.

And a good way to get protection. I noticed a group of demons watching me intently. Two were horned, red-skinned demon-men like I'd seen earlier. Another appeared to be a hybrid of human and lizard. Its tongue was flickering out to taste the air, and I was suddenly sure it could sense the moisture that had gathered on my pussy lips. The fourth was, to my surprise, female, although she seemed to be the leader. She had blue skin, tattooed with odd designs, and horns on her head.

She said something to her companions that I couldn't hear over the bustle, and pointed at me. The men grinned unpleasantly, and began to move forwards. I looked around, trying to work out what to do.