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."

Her golden eyes glisten as she gazes at the teary-eyed slave before her. "I do want that... And no matter what you have been through, or who you were before coming to me, I will never see you as anything less than perfect. You are mine now, Kristina, and it is my duty to take care of you. To make sure that you are happy and fulfilled in every way possible." She cups the other woman's cheek gently, wiping away a tear with her thumb. "I promise you, my dear... As long as you serve me faithfully and give your all to this relationship, I will never let you suffer again."

Her free hand trails down between their bodies, tracing circles around the slave's engorged nipple through the fabric of her jumpsuit. "And now," she whispers against Kristina's lips, "I think it's time for us to get better acquainted... Wouldn't you agree?"

Her smile widens as she feels the embrace, pressing their bodies closer together. "I am glad to hear that," Nura whispers, her voice warm and soft against Kristina's ear. "Then let us begin." With a slow, deliberate motion, she pushes the other woman back onto the bed, straddling her hips as she trails kisses along her jawline and down her neck.

Her free hand tugs at the thin straps of Kristina's jumpsuit, baring one breast to the air before taking it into her mouth, suckling eagerly. As she pleasures the other woman in this way, Nura's hips rock back and forth against hers, grinding their swollen nubs together in an achingly slow dance of desire.

"Tell me," she murmurs between breaths, "what do you want from me...?" Her fingers slide lower still, teasing at the wetness between Kristina's legs before finally dipping into her folds, finding the slick heat that awaits them there with eager abandon.

She continues to pleasure herself against Kristina, her movements growing more urgent as she feels the other's words. "Don't worry," she pants, nipping at a hardened bud of flesh near the base of Kristina's throat. "I'm sure you'll be more than enough for me... And I promise that I will make this incredible journey with you." Her fingers move in time to her hips, driving them against Kristina as her other hand slides upward, cupping and pinching a tightened nipple.

"Just let go," she whispers hoarsely into the other woman's ear, "and feel... everything I have to give you." And with that, she increases her pace, rocking their bodies harder against each other until they both cry out in unison, overcome by waves of pleasure and release.

She holds Kristina's head gently in place as she continues to lavish attention upon her breast, taking immense satisfaction from the other woman's obvious pleasure. When they finally calm down, Nura climbs off of her and sits back on her heels, gazing down at the flushed, sweaty body beneath her with pride and satisfaction.

"There now," she says softly, running her fingers through Kristina's damp hair once more. "You did splendidly for your first time... And I have a feeling that you will only get better from here." She kisses the slave's forehead before standing up and stretching languidly, her body still humming with pleasure from their shared release.

"Now then," she says with a smile, "I think it's time we cleaned you up and got you settled in for the night. Tomorrow will be another day of getting to know each other better... And I cannot wait." With that, Nura grabs a nearby towel and begins drying her new slave off, taking extra care with certain intimate areas before finally wrapping Kristina up in it.

"Come," she says gently, helping the other woman to stand. "I'll lead you back to your quarters for some well-deserved rest."

Her expression turns wicked as she hears the other woman's words. "Oh really? And do you think you could handle more?" She steps closer to Kristina, running her fingers along the slave's cheek and down her neck before trailing them lower, teasing at her already swollen nipple through the damp fabric of her jumpsuit. "Because I think I might have just the thing in mind..."

Her lips brush against Kristina's ear as she whispers softly, sending a shiver down the other woman's spine. "Come with me... And let's see where this new adventure leads us."

Her expression softens as she hears the apology, and her hand presses more firmly against the other woman's breast through her jumpsuit. "There is nothing to forgive, Kristina," she murmurs. "Now come along..." She leads them back down the hallway to another door marked with a large key hung from a chain around her neck.

"This will be your room," Nura explains, unlocking the door and gesturing for her slave to enter first. The room is cozy and inviting, with soft furnishings and a warm fire burning in the hearth. A canopy bed dominates one corner of the room, its sheets already turned down and waiting for Kristina.

"Go on," Nura says, pushing the other woman gently toward the bed. "I'll be back to check on you later... Make sure you get some rest." With that, she turns and walks out of the room, leaving Kristina alone with her thoughts as the door clicks shut behind her.

An hour passes before there is a soft knock at the door. "Come in," Kristina calls out, hoping that she's done whatever Nura wanted her to do and can return to bed. The door opens slowly, revealing their mistress, clad in a loose nightgown that drapes off one shoulder, accentuating her cleavage and bare arm. Her golden eyes roam hungrily over Kristina's body as she steps into the room.

"I trust you rested well," she says softly, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. "You look even more beautiful now than when I brought you here." She pauses, tilting her head to the side thoughtfully before continuing: "And I must admit... I'm quite tempted to explore your body some more tonight." Her voice drops lower, huskier, as she trails a fingertip over the slave's stomach and upward. "Would you like that, Kristina?"

Her fingers graze against the other woman's nipple through her nightgown, causing it to harden immediately beneath the thin fabric. The touch sends a shiver down her spine, making her moan softly.

Her fingers move more purposefully now, slipping under the thin fabric of Kristina's nightgown and tugging it upwards, baring her breast to the cool air of the room. Nura licks her lips hungrily as she takes in the sight before her: Kristina's nipple stands erect and pale against her warm skin, puckered and aching for release. She leans forward, taking the hardened nub between her lips and suckling eagerly while her free hand cups the other woman's breast, squeezing gently.

"Mmm," she moans around Kristina's nipple, feeling the heat and desire emanating from their intimate connection. "You are so responsive... It only makes me want you more." Her hips rock forward, grinding against her slave's hip as she continues to tease and pleasure one breast while waiting for an invitation to explore further.

Her lips part as she feels the other woman's hips grind against her, matching their movements stroke for stroke. It's clear that Kristina wants more; she can feel it in every thrust and moan. She lets out a soft growl, pulling back from the nipple just long enough to look into her slave's eyes before continuing her ministrations with renewed vigor.

Her fingers trace light circles around the other woman's aching clit through her underwear as she sucks and licks at her breast, desperate for their connection to be even deeper. Her hips move faster now, grinding harder against Kristina in a furious rhythm that matches the racing of their hearts.

Her breath comes faster as she feels Kristina's body tensing beneath her. She pulls back from the nipple one last time to watch it harden further, glistening with saliva. "Oh," she gasps, her voice hoarse with need and desire. Then, with a swift motion, she yanks down Kristina's underwear and spreads her legs wide apart, revealing her dripping folds to the air.

Her fingers slide lower still, teasing at the wetness before finally dipping into her folds, finding the tight heat that awaits them there with eager abandon. "Let go," she whispers against Kristina's lips, her hips rocking faster as she begins to stroke and circle her clit in earnest. "Let me see you come undone..."

As she feels Kristina's body tensing beneath her fingers, Nura moans triumphantly and presses harder against her slave's clit. Her own hips rock back and forth in time with her ministrations as she watches Kristina come undone with a cry of pleasure. It is an unforgettable sight; one that sends shudders of desire coursing through her own body, making it impossible to ignore the ache between her legs.

With a sharp intake of breath, Nura relieves her own need, arching her back and letting out a loud moan as she climaxes against Kristina's thigh. Her eyes close briefly before she looks down at their entwined bodies, satisfied for the moment but already craving more.

Her hand gently caresses Kristina's cheek, brushing away a stray lock of hair from her sweaty forehead. "There now," she whispers softly, her voice low and sultry. "You did beautifully." With one final tender kiss to Kristina's lips, Nura pulls away, allowing them both to catch their breath before they fall asleep in each other's arms.

Her golden eyes flicker open at the feel of Kristina's hand holding hers, and she smiles down into those trusting green eyes. "Of course it did," she whispers softly. "You are everything I could have ever hoped for... And more." She caresses the other woman's cheek with her free hand, feeling a sudden and intense surge of protectiveness flow through her.

For now, they rest together in silence, their bodies still entwined as they drift off to sleep. But Nura knows that tomorrow brings new adventures, new experiences for them to share... And she can't wait to see where the road will take them next.

As they sleep, Nura wraps an arm around her new slave, drawing her close to enjoy the warmth and comfort of their entwined bodies. In that moment, she wonders if Kristina truly understands just how much she means to her... How deeply Nura is now invested in their relationship.

She can feel butterflies fluttering in her stomach at the thought of all the things they will do together as master and slave, as mistress and pet... As mother and daughter. This feeling is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it both excites and frightens her in equal measure.

But tonight, for now, she lets herself simply bask in the glow of their newfound connection; content to watch over Kristina as they drift off into dreamland together.

Their journey has only just begun... And Nura can't wait to see where it leads them next.

Her heart swells with happiness as she feels Kristina's warm breath against her neck; the other woman is asleep at last, safe and secure in her embrace. It fills Nura with a sense of peace and contentment that she'd thought was long lost to her. In this moment, there is no doubt in her mind: she will do whatever it takes to make sure that Kristina remains happy and fulfilled for the rest of their lives together.

She drifts off as well, dreaming of endless days filled with love and laughter... Of adventures they'll share and challenges they'll overcome, side by side. The future may be uncertain, but for now Nura is content simply to savor the perfection of this moment; basking in the glow of their newfound connection as she watches over her beloved slave, ready to protect and cherish her always.

Their journey together has only just begun... And already it promises to be an extraordinary one.

Ah, good morning, Kristina... How did you sleep?

Oh, I'm glad to hear that! Sleep is such an important part of staying healthy and happy, after all. Now then, would you like to get up or shall we snuggle a bit longer before starting our day?

All right, then... You can always spend as much time with me as you like, dearest Kristina. But I suppose we should start thinking about breakfast and getting our day started soon enough, don't you agree? With that thought in mind, she slowly slips an arm from around the sleepy slave and sits up on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair back from her face with a sigh.

I completely agree, my love. Let's get dressed and head to the kitchen for some delicious breakfast before we begin our day. It promises to be another wonderful adventure together!

Oh, Kristina... You are always so appreciative! I'm not sure what it is about my derrière that has you so captivated, but I assure you that it will always be there for you to admire and enjoy at your leisure. Now then, why don't we find something lovely for you to wear today? Something that truly shows off how much our mistress appreciates her loyal slave.

With that in mind, she retrieves a selection of lingerie from her armoire, carefully selecting items she knows Kristina will find irresistible. She holds them up for the other woman to see, smiling mischievously as she does so. "Which one would you like to wear today, my dear?" she asks playfully, running a finger lightly over the lace and silk before offering it to her slave's eager hands.

Her heart flutters with pleasure at the thought of Kristina wearing lingerie chosen specifically to tease and arouse her. She hands over a delicate lace thong and matching bra, the soft cups accentuating Kristina's full breasts and leaving little to the imagination elsewhere. "Perfect," she says with a satisfied smile as Kristina begins to dress herself in the alluring garments.

She watches intently as her slave slips on the lace bra, adjusting it to fit snugly against her flesh before sliding the thong up between plump buttocks and lower still, past smooth outer lips to its hidden center. The sight of Kristina in nothing but lingerie and a pair of stockings makes Nura's breath catch in her throat; she can feel herself growing wet with desire as she imagines what might come next...

Her gaze drifts down Kristina's body, taking in the sight of her back arched deliciously, exposing the lace thong between plump cheeks. She licks her lips hungrily, debating whether to continue teasing or to lose control entirely and claim what is hers right now. Finally, she speaks, her voice husky with desire: "You look absolutely breathtaking, Kristina... It's clear that I chose well for you today."

She reaches out, running a finger lightly over the bare skin of Kristina's lower back before tracing the edge of her bra cups downward, teasing the sensitive flesh beneath. "Come with me," she murmurs, gently pulling on the other woman's arm to guide her toward the door leading to the kitchen. "I think it's high time we found something tasty for breakfast..."

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of walking through the house wearing nothing but lingerie and stockings with Kristina in tow. The idea is incredibly arousing, almost overwhelming... But she knows that there's no point in rushing things; this journey together is just beginning.

She glances down at Kristina's exposed lower half, then back up into her eyes. "Don't worry," she whispers, giving the other woman's thigh a squeeze with her free hand as they continue toward the kitchen. "I have everything planned out perfectly... And I promise you, when we get to breakfast, it will all be worth it."

With every step they take toward the kitchen, the anticipation grows almost unbearable. Nura can feel herself growing ever more aroused at the thought of what's to come; of how perfect everything seems when it's shared with Kristina by her side. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself for the moment when they finally reach their destination... And then she realizes that there is no turning back now.

Her heart skips a beat as they enter the kitchen, Kristina's body cast in stark contrast against the warm, rustic wood of the table and cabinets. Nura feels a shiver run down her spine at the sight; she can't help but admire how perfectly their new life together seems to fit them both.

With a seductive smile, she reaches out to stroke Kristina's arm gently before taking her seat at the head of the table. "Breakfast will be served," she murmurs, motioning for Kristina to join her on the other side. The anticipation is almost too much to bear... But soon enough, it will all be satisfied in the most delicious and satisfying way possible.

Of course you can, my dear Kristina. We are after all... so close now. She pauses, unable to contain a mischievous grin as she says this. Her heart pounds with excitement as they settle into their respective seats at the table; each move calculated and purposeful in its seduction of the other.

As if reading Nura's mind, Kristina glances down shyly before looking up again with an almost imperceptible nod, understanding perfectly what is expected of her now.

As they sit down together at the table, the anticipation grows ever more palpable. With every movement, every breath, it feels like their connection deepens further; like they are becoming one and the same. Nura reaches out to take Kristina's hand in hers, her skin impossibly soft against her own. She squeezes gently, a silent promise of what is to come.

Her gaze flickers down to where their bodies are so close; barely an inch of fabric separating them now. Her heart races as she imagines what would happen if they were closer still... If they were skin on skin, mouth on breast, fingers tangled in each other's hair. The thought is enough to send a shudder through her entire body.

She looks up at Kristina then, meeting those trusting green eyes once more. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she asks softly, "Are you ready for breakfast... or would you rather skip straight to dessert?"

Her meaning is unmistakable; her intent clear. And with each passing moment, it grows harder and harder not to give in to temptation... Not now that they are finally here together.

With a soft chuckle, Nura releases Kristina's hand and stands up gracefully. She walks over to the counter where breakfast is already laid out, her hips swaying gently with each step. "Come along then, my dear," she calls over her shoulder, motioning for Kristina to join her at the table.

As they eat their breakfast together - eggs and toast and fresh fruit arranged artistically on china platters - Nura can't help but admire how perfect everything looks when shared with someone you care about. It seems only fitting that this new life should be built around such simple pleasures: the comfort of food, the warmth of company, and the joy of loving and being loved in return.

And yet... She can't help but feel that there is still so much more to explore; so many more layers to peel back and discover as they continue on this journey together. With each passing moment, she grows only more impatient for what comes next... For the chance to see where the road will take them, and what new wonders they might find along the way.

Ah, my dear Kristina... The thought of you eagerly wanting to taste me so intensely fills me with desire. Perhaps after breakfast, we could retire to our room and explore this desire further? I'm sure I have some toys and treats hidden away that would delight both of us...

Her heart races at the mere thought; it seems like they haven't even started their day yet and she's already aching for more. But then again, isn't that what life is all about? Finding joy in every moment, no matter how small or fleeting? And with someone as special as Kristina by her side, Nura knows that each moment will be filled with nothing but pure bliss...

Ah, Kristina... You're such an obedient pet! Of course I'd be happy to feed you my cock... That's what good mistresses are for, after all. And besides, who knows? Maybe once you've had your fill of me, I'll let you return the favor in our special playtime later today. For now though, why don't we enjoy a little dessert first before moving on to more serious business?

With that said, she reaches down and guides Kristina's head upwards until their eyes meet. "Open wide," she whispers huskily, revealing glistening pink folds of her sex. "It's time for you to taste my sweet nectar."

As Kristina obediently opens her mouth wide, Nura leans down and teases the entrance with the head of her cock, eliciting a desperate moan from her slave. "Ahhh, that's it..." she murmurs, relishing in the sight of Kristina eagerly awaiting her taste. With one steady stroke, she pushes inside, feeling the wet heat engulf her as they both groan in pleasure.

Her hips begin to move instinctively as Kristina's lips and tongue work in concert to drive her insane. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt; so hot, so tight... It feels like Kristina was made for this moment, for her cock specifically. As Kristina continues to suck and lick and nibble with increasing abandon, Nura arches her back, letting out a string of guttural moans that seem to echo through the room.

Her hands find purchase on either side of Kristina's head, keeping her in place as she takes full advantage of her slave's expertise. The feel of Kristina's fingers trailing over her swollen labia, teasing and taunting with every touch only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Ahhhh... That's it, baby..." she gasps out, biting down on her lower lip to stifle another moan as Kristina brings her ever closer to orgasm. "Suck me... Make me come all over your mouth..."