(casual, sex slaves, head crushing, FFF, although those last two don't come in til the end)

“Yeah you would think working at a place like this would be a blast. I mean i’m practically surrounded by fuck toys but we can’t touch any of the merchandise.” the werewolf nodded along at her friends incredulous question on the other end of the phone, even though they couldn’t see. “Nope. We can only fuck the ones going for recycling or disposal, and gods know how many times they’ve gotten used already.”, she sighed, “I guess I gotta take what I can get even if it is a bit gross–Oh, i’ll have to call you back. A customer just walked in.”

She quickly put away her phone, turning to the man who had just come in. He was a large, dark creature with four arms. He peered into a few cages at the naked humans inside as he walked towards the counter. “Hello sir, welcome in! What can we do for you today?”

“I’m looking to buy. I’m hoping for one with good endurance.”

She nodded, stepping out from behind her counter. “Of course, we have many excellent toys to choose from. Perhaps this fellow will be to your liking.” She led him back to the back of the product floor, towards a cage with a red headed male. “This one can go for days I swear” she laughed, but it almost wasn’t an exaggeration.

All of the toys knew the importance of putting on a show for potential buyers. Displaying their best features and what they could do with them. But where some would eventually need to rest this one could be heard going for possibly hours. More than a few times throughout the day customers would come in just to watch him finger himself into orgasm time and time again.

Hell he was doing it right now, making eye contact with the customer all the while, and it seemed to be working if the customers rising cock was anything to go by. “Can I…” he didn’t finish his sentence but she already knew what he was asking. If a day passed without a customer wanting a free sample she might pass out from the shock. “Sorry but if you want to use it you’ll have to buy it first.” Thankfully instead of arguing the customer just nodded. “I think I will go ahead and take him then”

With the paperwork signed and money exchanged all that was left was to apply the blood sigil. This would mark the human as his and allow for it to be resurrected on command. A bit of blood from the human and the customer was dropped into the magic ink. “And where do we want the sigil?”, she asked as she mixed it together. The customer looked his new toy over in thought. “The navel should do” With this he wandered over to a wall of accessories as she applied the runes.

He returned a moment later holding an enchanted decap choker. “This as well if you please.” He placed the choker on the human as she rang him up. The toy happily bared his neck as he did so, hopping over to a mirror to admire it.

She waved her goodbyes as the happy customer carried his new toy out. Once they were gone she leaned forward against the counter with a tired sigh. That’s when her draconic manager emerged from the back. “You seem like you could use a break. Why don’t you take your fifteen and go have fun with those twins before they get sent to the butcher shop?” The werewolf pulled a face as she mulled over whether she was desperate enough for leftovers.

“Yyess” was evidently the answer as she found herself on a couch in the break room. One of the humans, a female with long blonde hair, had her face planted in the werewolf's pussy eating her out hungrily. The other one with her hair cut shorter was lavishing all her attention on the werewolves breast. It didn’t take long before the werewolf was lost in the throes of an orgasm. Her thighs squeezing together as she relished the feeling pulsing through her body. She heard a crunching noise and opened one eye, panting heavily.

“Aw shit!” She quickly sat herself up, pullling her legs away from the long haired twin. The toys entire head had been crushed. An eye and the things teeth could still be made out but it was otherwise unrecognizable. She used one of her feet to shove the body to the floor and looked down at where it’s head had been, assessing the damage to the couch. At that point her manager poked their head in having heard the commotion, “Is everything okay in here?”

She sighed frustrated, “Yeah, just got blood on the couch. Sorry.” Her manager looked over the puddle that was now soaking into the upholstery, “Yeah that’s definitely not coming out.” Their eyes drifted to the twitching body on the floor. The toys bladder had released, forming a puddle on the floor. “Clean up in here as best you can before you come back to the front. And just for the record: This” they gestured around with their finger, “is why you don’t get to play with the merchandise.”