Welcome to The Candy Shop

The entrance to the premiere purveyor of sex slaves was flanked by an elf and an alicorn dancing around the poles they were leashed to respectively while above them, a quartet of goblin girls performed gymnastics in a cage. Elizabeth saw that both pole dancers shared the same blank eyed look of someone who had given up all hope. Their bodies might have moved, but their spirits were long dead. Elizabeth often wondered if her parents had decided to sell her, would she be like them, broken, going through the motions to avoid the whip?

It was significantly warmer inside the crimson foyer, the dim lighting lending itself to the ambience. A motherly looking plump woman with a warm smile came out to greet James and his mother. “Welcome, Mrs. Chambers, Sir Chambers. We are honored to receive your business and hope that you will find all to your deepest satisfaction.

“Since this is your first time here. Let me go over how this all works.” The sales representative projected a holo-notepad and started pressing icons and writing notes with her stylus. “You just answer a few simple questions about your preferences. Give us an idea of what it is you are looking for. Once we have all of the information that we need, our A.I. assisted procurement specialists will comb through our inventory for the chattels we believe will best meet your particular needs. While we are preparing your selection, we encourage you to browse our menagerie to see if anything catches your interest, such slaves will be added to the selection and brought to a private inspection room where you can take your time deciding which of our slaves you want to make your slaves. If you have no questions.

“Let us begin with the most basic. Do you prefer males, females, or are you bisexual? Do you prefer ex-humans or ex-animals? Which monster breeds do you prefer? Are you exclusive to humanoids or do you enjoy bestial bipeds.” The sales rep gestured to a scalie ophidian female with a cobra hood and a rabbitoid covered in gold fur “Do you enjoy breaking and training slaves yourself or do you prefer your house pets thoroughly domesticated? What attributes do you desire in a companion: tall-short, hair and eye color, stuff like that. Are there any features or skills you desire in a companion? Are you looking exclusively for a bedmate or are there any other tasks you would want your slaves to perform?”

(WRITE WHAT ANSWERS YOU WANT JAMES TO GIVE IN THE COMMENTS).

James answered the woman’s questions. The woman smiled and nodded before saying. “Excellent. It will not take us too long to compile the list and prepare your selection. We will send you a text when your room is ready. In the meantime feel free to browse.”

The sales rep said before gesturing for the mother and son towards the display windows.

The menagerie was aptly named. Specimens of countless monster species sat, stood, or paced about their display cases like caged animals. From James’s perspective, there was no barrier separating himself from the creatures whose lives were for sale, but the young man knew that all of the slaves would be restrained by a combination of **** fields and the psi-collars that had become ubiquitous with those monsters that had been properly bound to the service of mankind.

James watched as customers would step into the ****’s enclosure causing a field of darkness shroud the display. James strutted around the hallways and up and down the stairs examining the lovely creatures for sale.

(LEAVE YOUR COMMENTS FOR WHAT SORTS OF MONSTERS YOU WOULD LIKE JAMES TO PERUSE.)