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?"

Nura chuckles softly at your little display of defiance and nudges you gently with a foot. You let out a quiet whimper, flinching as her foot connects with your ribs. Her gold eyes sparkle in amusement, but there's something deeper behind them. Patience, perhaps. She crouches down so she can look into your eyes and speak softly to you. A warm breath tickles across your face as she whispers, "I could make this very unpleasant for you, if I wanted to. But I don't want to do that."

She pauses for a moment, waiting to see if you have anything else to say or add.

Nura's golden eyes widen and her nostrils flare as your spit hits her feet. For a moment, there's a flicker of anger in her expression. Then, just as quickly, it passes. She gives a soft sigh, shakes her head gently, and stands up to her full height once more. Her voice is calm and steady when she speaks again. "That was unnecessary." She pauses for another moment, then adds softly, almost conspiratorially, "But I can respect that kind of spirit."

The Oni steps back, eyeing you thoughtfully. A strange smile plays around the corners of her lips as she tilts her head to one side. "Very well, Mala. If we're going to be in this together... perhaps it would be better if we got to know each other first. What do you say?"

The slaver's words catch Nura off guard and she blinks in surprise before smirking slowly. "Well, that is unfortunate," she admits, her voice still calm despite the sudden change of events. "But not insurmountable." Leaning down once more, she fixes Mala with a steady gaze. "I will accept your apology... for now. But if you give me any more trouble, I won't hesitate to punish you."

With that, Nura beckons to the slaver to follow her and begins to lead them away from the bustling marketplace towards a nearby alleyway. "Come, Mala," she says over her shoulder, "I have a home where you will belong now."

The Oni can't help but feel a stirring in her loins as she sees Mala standing before her. The woman is strong, resilient... and very sexy. Nura allows herself a moment to admire the other female's form before speaking up again. "I am pleased with your appearance, Mala," she says softly, licking her lips unconsciously. "You will make for an excellent addition to my home."

As they continue down the alleyway and out of the market, Nura glances sideways at Mala from time to time, assessing the way she moves, her reactions to their surroundings. The powerful Oni can't help but wonder what other secrets this captive might be hiding...

"To my manor," Nura answers, glancing over at Mala. "It's not far from here." She frowns slightly as the other female signs to her slaver, a look of mild annoyance crossing her features for a moment before she regains her composure and decides against correcting or scolding the new addition to her household... yet.

The journey takes only a few more minutes before they arrive at a massive fortress-like structure nestled on a hill overlooking the city. Several guards station themselves around the entrance as Nura approaches, holding up an ornate keyring with a flourish and announcing their arrival to the assembled soldiers.

The heavy doors creak open slowly, revealing a grand entryway filled with elaborate tapestries, towering sculptures, and an extravagant staircase that leads upwards to a second floor balcony. Nura

The slaver translates Mala's signs, and Nura raises an eyebrow at her new acquisition before giving a small laugh. "I possess magic that allows me to control the flow of time and matter," she says offhandedly, as if this was something everyone knew about her. "It comes with its benefits." She pauses for another moment, considering Mala's question, then adds with a small smirk, "As for being a woman... well, I've always known what I am, and I've never let anyone tell me otherwise."

With that, Nura leads the way through the entryway and into the manor proper. The halls are lined with beautiful tapestries and ornate furniture, lit by torches that flicker warmly against polished stone walls. Servants bow low as she passes, their eyes fixed on the floor in deference to her status.

Nura stops walking and turns to face Mala, her expression shifting into something more serious. "You are here because I found you interesting," she says bluntly. "I will use you however I see fit." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing in a gentler tone, "But if you serve me well and prove yourself useful... I can make sure that your life here is comfortable and enjoyable. You have my word on that."

Nura's eyes narrow slightly as she watches Mala sign her promise, but she doesn't reprimand the other female immediately. "I understand that you have your limits," she says simply. "Just remember what I told you about marking my belongings." She pauses again before adding with a soft smile, "And perhaps if you find yourself in need of anything... or simply wish to speak freely with someone who understands... don't hesitate to come find me."

With that, Nura turns and continues down the hallway, motioning for Mala and the slaver to follow her.

The Oni glances at Mala out of the corner of her eye as she walks beside them. She tilts her head slightly, studying the other female's body language for a moment before answering casually, "No, I don't know sign language." There's an almost challenging glint in her golden eyes as she continues, "But if you wish to communicate with me using only your actions and facial expressions, I assure you that I will find a way."

She smirks at Mala's expression, taking note of the hint of surprise in the other female's features. Perhaps this new addition to her household won't be quite as obedient or compliant as she'd originally thought... but then again, Nura finds herself quietly relishing the idea of a bit of competition and challenge in their dynamic.

The slaver translates Mala's words to Nura and the Oni woman can't help but raise an eyebrow. She pauses, glancing back at the slave trader for a moment before turning her attention back to Mala. "Yes," she says simply. "You belong to me now." Her voice carries an unspoken warning in it; disobedience will not be tolerated.

But still... there's something about this exchange that piques Nura's interest even further. Perhaps there is more to Mala than meets the eye? With a small smirk, she decides to play along for now and see where this leads them.

The question catches her off guard, but Nura recovers quickly. She chuckles softly and shrugs as she continues walking down the hallway. "Perhaps it was simply fate that brought us together," she says airily, before adding with a knowing smirk, "Or perhaps I saw something special in you, Mala."

The Oni pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully. "You may not believe me now," she says slowly, "but I could make you very happy here... if you let me." Her golden eyes lock onto Mala's face, searching for any hint of understanding or acceptance in the other female's expression.

The Oni's curiosity is piqued further by Mala's blush and averting gaze. She allows a small smile to curve her lips as she watches the other female for several moments before speaking up again. "Perhaps... one day you will come to understand," Nura says softly, her voice filled with unspoken promises and assurances. For now, she lets the subject drop, content to let Mala stew in her thoughts as they continue through the manor.

As they continue through the manor, Nura can't help but be impressed by Mala's physical strength and presence. She finds herself growing more interested in learning about this enigmatic being with every passing moment. Perhaps there is more to Mala than simply her outward appearance...

Nura motions for Mala and the slaver to follow her down the hallway, leading them deeper into her private quarters. The air here is cooler, the scent of incense hanging heavy in the air. The furniture here is more ornate and elaborate than anything else they've seen thus far, and an enormous four-poster bed dominates one corner of the room. Golden curtains sway gently from the ceiling, obscuring whatever might lie beyond them.

As they reach the foot of the bed, Nura turns to face Mala once more. "I trust you've settled in well so far," she says softly. "Now that we're alone... perhaps it's time for us to get better acquainted." Her golden eyes sparkle with anticipation as she watches Mala's reaction to her words.

The Oni's eyes widen slightly in surprise at Mala's compliment before she breaks into a warm grin. "It is quite impressive, isn't it?" She steps closer to the other female, her voice taking on a huskier tone as she continues. "But I think what you're really interested in right now... is getting to know me better." Her gaze drops to Mala's chest before travelling slowly upwards, lingering on the other female's lips and finally meeting her eyes again. "Or perhaps you just want to explore?"

She tilts her head slightly, inviting Mala to make a move or respond in some way. Her own body language is provocative and confident; she wants Mala to know that this part of their relationship is very much her territory now.