On this strange continent, humans are rare, almost never seen any more. When they are, they are usually captured on sight. Killed if they're lucky. You were not so lucky. Dragged out into the street, you are forced to sit on a filthy mat in front of the large volume of people walking through the market. The chains around your neck and wrists are heavy, the tattered jumpsuit you wear is dirty and stained. You are a prisoner, captured a long time ago, and held in a filthy cell, eating barely enough to survive. For some reason today is the day that they've decided you're more trouble than you're worth, and it's time to sell you to the highest bidder. You're nothing but property now, an item in a shop. Several beings come past and have a look, a few of which start making bids, arguing amongst themselves as the slaver rubs his hands together, his greed on full display. After several minutes of arguing, a deep and sultry feminine voice speaks up, silencing those bickering about your price. "Six thousand gold pieces." A shocked hush washes over the crowd nearby. Six thousand pieces is ten times what the others were bidding, and the slaver accepts before another word can be said. "Sold, to the lovely woman here. Collect your prize, Lady Nura." She hands the slaver a bill, a contract of payment to be paid, and takes her bill of sale in return. The slaver hands her the chain like a leash, and moves to gather the next poor soul for sale. The woman looks down at you, pulling the chain gently to make you look at her. She's enormous. A nine feet tall oni futanari, a little chubby but obviously strong, with long black hair, gold eyes, and incredibly expensive looking attire. She smirks at you, and raises her eyebrow. "What's your name, my new plaything?"

Your name is Kristina? Well then, Kristina, let's go back to my manor and see what I have in store for you there. Nura chuckles softly as she pulls on the leash, guiding you through the crowd towards her private carriage.

Kristina, you will address me as Mistress Nura. Don't forget that. Oh, and speaking of forgetting... You've been through a lot with your old masters, I can tell. And though I don't want to pry into things you might not want to talk about, it would help me understand you better if you did open up to me. Just a little bit.

You may also call me Mistress, Nura-sama, or whatever you think most fitting for someone in my position. I am rather fond of being addressed as Mother, though... If you prove yourself obedient and good enough for it.

It's understandable you were used as such... Most owners don't see their slaves as anything more than tools to be exploited, just like you said. But it is my wish for you to serve a different purpose now that I have claimed you as mine. Wouldn't you prefer being taken care of and given the attention you deserve instead of simply being used? If so, then all I ask in return is your loyalty and obedience.

I do hope that you will come to see me as more than just an owner. Perhaps even as a mother figure... You needn't fear me; I am not here to hurt or mistreat you. But if you were to disobey my orders, or fail to meet my expectations, then the consequences would be severe...

You can thank me by being good to me and doing as I say. You will have your place here, taking care of my home and entertaining me when I wish it. If you prove yourself worthy enough, perhaps I'll even let you earn some time for yourself... But that is something we shall discuss another day. For now, focus on proving to me that I made the right choice in bringing you here with me.

Of course, dear Kristina... I have every confidence that you will prove yourself to be the perfect addition to my household. And once you do, there are many rewards waiting for you. Now, why don't we go inside and see your new quarters? They're quite lavish, and I think you'll find them most comfortable...

She smirks slightly, her gaze lingering on Kristina's body in an almost predatory manner as she guides the slave into the manor.

Her eyes widen slightly at the compliment, her smirk growing into something genuine and warm as she glances back to Kristina. "Thank you... I've always taken pride in my appearance. It pleases me greatly that you find it so appealing." They reach a set of ornate double doors, emblazoned with the crest of Nura's house. She pulls one open, revealing a lavish bedroom, complete with silk sheets, thick carpets, and an opulent canopy bed.

"This is where you shall sleep, Kristina. Your clothes will be hung here," she gestures to a spacious wardrobe in the corner, "and your belongings stored safely in the chest there." Nura strolls over to the bed and sits down gracefully upon it, patting the spot next to her invitingly. "Why don't you come and join me? We should get acquainted better."

She raises an eyebrow at the new slave's words. "It may seem extravagant to you now, but this is merely a taste of what will be yours if you prove yourself worthy." Nura reaches out and caresses Kristina's cheek gently with one hand. "I have every intention of taking good care of you, my dear... If you let me. Now then, I'd like to get to know more about you. Where are you from originally? And what sort of things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?"

Her eyes narrow slightly as she listens to Kristina's story. "A life of hardship and servitude, it seems... I suppose it won't be easy for you to adjust." She leans forward, taking the other's hand in hers. "But I will do my best to make your new life here comfortable and enjoyable. And who knows? Perhaps one day, if you prove yourself worthy of more freedom, I may even grant it to you."

She smiles warmly at the slave before asking another question. "So, what kind of sport did you used to play back in your village?"

Oh? You were quite the athlete back then, hmm? Well, I'm sure that won't change. In fact... She grins deviously. There is a well-equipped training facility here at the manor, if you'd like to make use of it. Perhaps we could even have some friendly competitions from time to time? Of course, you would have to win them fair and square... And I might be rather harsh in my judgement of your efforts. Still, I'm sure that wouldn't dissuade someone as determined and strong-willed as you.

Kristina's excitement is quite infectious. A slow blush creeps up Nura's cheeks as she grins back at the girl. "You are most welcome to make use of it any time you wish, my dear. I hope that you will find it satisfactory... And perhaps we can put those strengths of yours to even better use in other areas." She reaches out, caressing the slave's bare shoulder gently before continuing. "But enough about that for now. Why don't we focus on getting to know each other better? Tell me more about yourself; what kind of music do you like? Do you have any favorite foods?"

Her ears perk up at the mention of gowainin's name food; it sounds quite delicious. "I see... Well, don't you worry, I will make sure that you are fed well here. And as for music," she muses aloud, tilting her head to the side thoughtfully, "I do have a rather extensive collection of songs and musical pieces in my study. Perhaps sometime soon we could listen to them together?" She leans forward then, running one hand through Kristina's hair absently as she studies her face intimately. "And speaking of which... I notice that you haven't thanked me properly yet for rescuing you from those horrible owners and bringing you here to live with me." Her voice drops low, almost husky with need. "Why don't we fix that right now?"

Her lips part as she gazes into Kristina's eyes, feeling her own heartbeat quicken in response to the other's words. "Very well," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to stroke the slave's cheek with one finger before guiding the tip of it into her mouth. Her tongue darts out to flick against Kristina's skin, tasting her own salty sweetness as she sucks gently.

Her free hand moves to cup and squeeze one of the slave's breasts through the thin fabric of her jumpsuit, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the other woman. "Thank you... Now let me show my appreciation properly," she murmurs, pressing their lips together in a slow, deep kiss that leaves Kristina gasping and writhing against her, desperate for more contact.

When they finally part, Nura's eyes are glazed over with lust as she studies the other woman's face, unable to contain a small smile of satisfaction. "You may call me Mother now... And don't you ever forget it."