The merchant offers you food.

Prince Anuhm strolled across to low table that was surrounded by large silk pillows and settled himself down. The table was piled high with food, I gazed at it hungrily and felt my empty stomach churning. The Prince gestured for me to sit opposite him and poured two metal goblets of wine.

"Please sit with me my dear." He urged in a suave middle eastern accent. "Feel free to eat and drink while we discuss your future. I offer this with no conditions or obligation."

I looked at him warily. For him to be in hell he obviously must be evil and his words hinted at some customs of which I had no knowledge. The whole situation was confusing and I was bursting with questions, but first I needed to satisfy my thirst and hunger. I settled my self down on a large silken pillow and the Prince nodded and smiled encouragingly.

"You have many questions, yes?" He asked. "All those that are newly arrived on this plane are the same. Ask please, I will try to answer as best I can."

"How did you know I was newly arrived?" I asked, fidgeting on my cushion awkwardly as I tried to find a posture that wouldn't make my tiny skirt ride up.

"It is obvious at a glance." Anuhm replied, smiling and openly staring intently at my legs as my movements gave him glimpses of my barely covered pussy. "Your skin is clear and you have no aspects of demonkind. In time and with debouchery and acts of evil we change and become steadily less human. I have been here many years and you can see with your own eyes the changes."

"I see, your changes don't seem that **** considering the time you've been here." I said and glanced across at the girls. "And apart from the wings and horns all of the girls look perfectly human. So I take it that they're all recent arrivals too?"

"Exactly so." The Prince said as I stuffed my mouth with deliciously roasted meat. "The ones with the longest horns have been in my service a few months, those whose horns are barely sprouted maybe a week or two."

"In your service? Do you mean that you are a slaver?" I asked glancing towards the door in panic.

Despite my fear I could feel myself dampening as I considered the prospect of being enslaved. Back on earth I'd liked my sex rough and had enjoyed the fetish scene. Here in Hell I realised there would be no safety words and no getting changed and returning to my apartment after a weekend of playing the submissive.

"Yes, as I said before I am a merchant souls. Each of these girls is a fresh soul in Hell as are you yourself." The Prince made no move to stop me from running for the door. "However there are rules to my trade. I can enslave you by **** or by your own choice on agreed terms. Since I welcomed you into my caravan without obligation I cannot enslave you against your will at this time."

To my shame I actually felt a little disappointed. The thought of being taken against my will by the handsome Prince had been turning me on quite a bit.

"What you must consider is that if you choose to leave, you become fair prey and there are few out there who will be as considerate as I." The merchant explained. "I very much doubt that your freedom would last long if you attempt to fend for yourself. Think on this as you eat and drink, enter my service at your own choice and we can negotiate the terms of your slavery beforehand."