You never would have imagined being a sex slave would be quite so...academic.
Yours was a tale like many others. You grew up in destitution, working endless hours in a sweatshop to provide what little you could to your ailing parents and younger sister. Your manager had a great fondness for both liquor and profit, his breath reeking of alcohol as he barked orders to you and the other machine-operators, bemoaning the inefficiency of what little break time you received.
It was miserable, but you managed to scrape by from day-to-day. But your thoughts were constantly filled with irksome bubbles of worry, bouncing around in your mind as you tried, fruitlessly, to will yourself to sleep. What would you eat tomorrow? Would you be able to buy that medicine from the man behind the corner? Could you afford the necessarily bribe to the guards? Money was all you had time to think about.
When the rumors began to filter in, you almost felt relieved. A great host of monsters approaching from the south, conquering and capturing the border fortress and minor villages in their path as they headed directly towards the capitol city which you resided in. White-clad inquisitors of the Order were swift to step in, proselytizing the horrors of the approaching army - wicked temptresses, vile man-eaters and child-thieves. You believed the warnings, naturally, as it was all you had ever known about them. But what could you do about it? You were no soldier, and your family certainly couldn't afford to leave.
If nothing else, the army's approach would bring change. Maybe something different would happen, for once.
Rumors became sightings and warnings, as people began to evacuate and bolster the walls. The host of monsters grew closer by the day, and even when they were knocking at the gates (quite politely, really), commerce and industry boomed throughout the city. There was no time to stop, there were profits to be made, and quotas to be met.
Peaceful negotiations did not last long. This was not a typical raiding party to be bought off with a suitably exorbitant sum and a few disposable peasants, these women were set on conquest.
The city fell three days later. It was quite a remarkable thing, really. You learned later that only two people had died during the entire ordeal - one nervous guardsmen who had been so terrified to see a monster creeping out of the shadows, that his heart clenched tight and did not beat again, the other being a particularly zealous inquisitor that chose to drink poison rather than be captured.
For all the good it did him. You had heard from your fellow captured men that a naked, pale woman wearing a purple cloak used some kind of spellcraft on him, raising his corpse to walk and talk anew, quite to his surprise.
You were at the factory the day you were captured, and when the lizard-women burst into the factory, swords and claws at the ready, the workers provided no resistance, eagerly pointing out the direction of their manager cowering upstairs. Your own captor was kind enough to let you kick over and shatter the damnable machine you had been forced to slave away at, before she bound your hands behind your back and led you to a cart with the others.
You knew more or less what would happen next - you would be taken to a monster city away from here, sold into slavery by dark elves. It made little difference
where
you were a slave, truthfully. You just hoped that you would be able to see your family again.
The next few days passed in a haze as you were branded - with magic rather than iron - as a slave, stripped bare and put up for display in a public plaza like a piece of prized livestock. Monster women came by in droves as your fellows were sold off one at a time.
You had always thought yourself rather average looking, but being among the last on the stands stung a little, like being the final pick when playing football as a boy.
Your turn finally came when a human woman with red hair came up to you. She gave your body a careful inspection, touching your shoulders, inspecting your teeth and gums, and giving your dangling manhood a gentle squeeze, giving you a satisfied smile as she drew a soft gasp out of you. She nodded at the dark elf slaver, handing over a satisfactorily heavy pouch of gold and completing the purchase.
"I am not your owner," she quickly explained. "Merely the intermediary. Come."
She gave you a simple brown robe to cover yourself, leading you through the streets as you worked your way to the center of this great city. What immediately struck you was how
clean
everything was. The stench of vomit and urine did not cling to the alleys like an invisible plague, the cobblestones were smooth and intact, and there were no towering smokestacks belching foul, black smoke into the air.
It would have been a nice place to live, if it wasn't for all the monsters.
Your purchaser finally led you to a grand building at the heart of the city, with impressive columns of marble supporting a large, sloped roof - the library. As she led you inside, crimson hair flowing in the air with her long strides, your jaw dropped as you observed the sheer scale of the place. The place must have been four stories tall, lined with bookshelves from top to bottom. The library was a happening locale, being full of all manner of patrons both monster and human.
A receptionist clerk at one of the help desks nodded at a patron, some purple energy enveloping her hands as she cast some spell. A few moments later, a book
zoomed
through the air, flying right into her hands to the patron's great delight. Above you, enchanted ladders and staircases provided platforms to reach even the highest books. A golden-winged harpy was rubbing her head with an embarrassed smile as a stern-faced minotaur stared her down, reminding her that flying was not permitted indoors.
Knowledge was a commodity often denied to you, and this building held a collection of it greater than your wildest imagination could have ever dreamed.
But what sort of woman would need a slave, here? What would she be like? Perhaps it would be best not to hope for any one species...
"I'm taking you to Mistress Isbelle," your purchaser explained, as if reading your mind. "She is the Head Librarian who manages this entire facility. She is also your owner."
Your head buzzed with questions, but you stuffed them down. Best to be a good slave and speak only when spoken to - this was already looking considerably better than working in the mines, at least.
The red-haired woman led you not up, but down, taking you into the library's basement.
"Mistress Isbelle prefers a darker environment," she explained.
A door with no handle waited before you two, and the woman held out her hand, tracing her fingers in some kind of pattern, glowing with blue energy as she undid the magical lock. The door disintegrated and the two of you stepped through, the stone barrier reforming itself afterwards.
You were in a dimly-lit room, illuminated only by a few ethereal, purple flames provided by magical torches mounted along the room's walls. You could see tables, bookcases, and other pieces of furniture, but it was too dark to make out much else.
"Mistress Isbelle?" the woman spoke into the darkness, "I've brought him. May I turn up the lights?"
"Hmm?" Another woman's voice answered her, somewhere within the darkness. "Oh, already? That was quick, Sarah. Go ahead and brighten the lights."
You heard Isbelle approach before you saw her.
Drip...drip...squish.
Sticky sounds sloshed into your ear as a woman entirely clad in purple emerged from the darkness. Next to you, Sarah again traced a pattern in the air with her fingers clad in blue energy, and the magical torches in the room flared in response, growing considerably brighter.
You could see now that you mistook her. Isbelle was not clad entirely in purple, but she
