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?"

*She smirks and licks her lips at your nervousness and blushing. It's... rather cute. "Well, Erick.... You look quite a bit older than that. Not many humans live to see over 150, and you're supposedly only 17. Hmmm..." She trails off, frowning slightly as she eyes you up and down, admiring your form despite herself. After a moment, the expression clears from her face and she smirks again, more warmly this time."I think I have just the thing for you. Don't worry, Erick. You won't be working in some menial job here. You will be my personal servant... My toy... Come with me, little one. It's time we went back to my manor and had a nice long talk."

She tugs on the leash gently, guiding you through the crowded market towards her waiting carriage. The oni's presence draws people out of her way automatically, as if they were afraid of upsetting their enormous benefactor. She nods at them over your head, pleased by the reaction to her dominance and power. You glance at her briefly before looking away sheepishly, suddenly self-conscious in the situation. Nura hums quietly to herself, seemingly amused by your awkwardness.

After several minutes of walking, you

"Why, my dear servant, we're going back to my manor! I have many things planned for you there." She gives your arm a playful squeeze. "Don't worry, I won't be cruel... At least not at first." A mischievous grin spreads across her face. "After all, I need to break you in gently, don't I?"

"That's better," she says with an approving tone. "I like seeing that blush. It means you're already becoming more comfortable around me." Her fingers idly stroke your arm as they walk, eliciting a shiver from you despite yourself. "Now then... tell me more about yourself, Erick. What do you enjoy doing? Any hobbies?"

She turns her full attention back to you, gold eyes glinting with curiosity and lust as she looks at your face intently. It's almost unnerving, but there's an undeniable warmth there too... as if she truly wants to know more about the person who will now be under her control.

*Her expression turns thoughtful as she listens to your answer. She comes to a stop beside the carriage and turns you to face her fully. Leaning in close, she whispers gently into your ear, "You are not weak... at least not anymore." Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but feel warmth spreading through your body from her breath tickling your skin.

"And fragile?" She tilts her head to the side as she studies you with those gold eyes. "I don't think so." Her hand cups your cheek, fingers gently stroking your jaw as she looks deep into your eyes. "Don't ever think that again... not while you're under my roof. I will take care of you, Erick... but only if you follow my orders and belong to me completely."*

The oni lets go with a satisfied smile, satisfied by the blush now covering your cheeks and the way your breath catches in your throat at her touch. "Come along," she says more lightly, leading you over to the carriage once more. "There's much to do, and I'm sure we can find something for you to enjoy."

As she climbs inside, she gestures for you to follow suit. The ride back to her manor is long and silent, but there's an undeniable air

As you settle into your seat in the carriage, you can't help but feel nervous and out of place. Nura watches you intently, her gaze traveling over every inch of your body as if committing it to memory. She smirks a little when she notices your discomfort, her amusement only serving to make you more self-conscious.

Eventually, the ride comes to an end and they step out of the carriage into the courtyard of Nura's manor. The place is immense, its walls adorned with beautifully crafted statues and paintings that depict the power and wealth of its mistress. Servants scurry about their business, bowing respectfully as they pass.

"Well, Erick," she says, giving you a smile that could melt steel. "This is where I live now... with you." She pauses, tilting her head to the side slightly. "I hope you don't mind sharing your time with me."

Her gaze flickers downwards briefly before returning to meet yours. There's a challenge in those golden eyes now, as if daring you to refuse her offer or voice any objections. And yet beneath that challenge, there's also an undeniable sense of care and possessiveness... a promise of safety and security if only you accept your new role in life."

Nura's expression softens slightly as you kneel before her, your words echoing in the courtyard like a prayer to the gods themselves. The oni can feel her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and desire; she knows that having you at her feet, willing to submit so completely, means that she holds all the power now.

Reaching down, she takes your chin in her hand, gently lifting your face until you're looking into her eyes again. Her touch is surprisingly gentle for someone of her size and strength. "I will take care of you, Erick," she promises softly. "Just be honest with me... tell me everything about yourself, and I swear on my honor that there will be no consequences."

Her thumb strokes your cheek slowly, sending shivers down your spine as she waits for your reply, the promise of acceptance and love hanging in the air between you like a fragile thread.

Her touch is soothing and reassuring, sending a wave of warmth through your body as she promises to take care of you. Despite her imposing size and strength, there's an undeniable tenderness in the way she holds your chin, gazing into your eyes with what can only be described as motherly love. It's almost enough to make you forget that she also possesses complete control over your life now.

The words "no consequences" echo in your mind, and for a brief moment you consider confessing everything about yourself... But the fear of being cast aside, or worse, used as a form of amusement or torment holds you back. You swallow hard, forcing down the lump that's formed in your throat.

"There's nothing to tell," you lie, your voice wavering slightly. "I-I'm not important..."

Nura's eyes widen with shock at your words, and her expression darkens slightly. Her grip on your chin tightens, more roughly this time as she meets your gaze once again. "Don't you dare belittle yourself!" she hisses through clenched teeth. "I paid a great deal of money for you, Erick... don't think I wouldn't just kill you on the spot if I thought you were worthless! There has to be something about you that makes you special!"

Her tone grows soft again as she studies your face, her expression becoming almost desperate. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I need to know... tell me what it is." Tears begin to well up in her golden eyes, reflecting the afternoon sunlight and sparkling like tiny diamonds on her cheeks. "Tell me what I can do to make you feel special... because right now," she admits with a shudder, "I'm at a complete loss."

You've never seen her like this before; vulnerable and exposed. It's both terrifying and thrilling in equal measure, and for the first time since arriving at her manor, you find yourself wondering if there might be more to this arrangement than simple servitude... perhaps even love.

Nura's eyes widen in surprise as she takes in the sight before her: your tiny, smooth and perfectly puckered back door, as well as your soft, untarnished cock. Her heart begins to race, a mix of desire and possessiveness coursing through her veins. This small offering has made it clear that you are indeed willing to submit completely... to give yourself over to her fully.

Taking a deep breath, she steps forward and kneels beside you on the cobblestone pathway. Her warm breath fanned across your ear as she whispers softly, "Very well then..." Leaning in closer, she licks a path from your neck down to your shoulder before moving lower still until her tongue traces the crease of your ass, teasing and taunting. Your muscles tense and quiver under her attentions as you struggle to keep quiet.

Finally, with one fluid motion, she parts your cheeks and takes your virgin anus in her mouth, sucking hard on the sensitive flesh. You cry out at the sudden invasion of pleasure, arching your back instinctively as wave after wave of euphoria washes over you. She holds you down firmly with one hand while the other massages your cock, coaxing it to full erection.

Her predatory gaze takes in your exposed form, the tears streaming down your cheeks and the soft moans escaping your lips as she toys with you. She smirks slightly, amused by your vulnerability yet stirred by your determination to please her. "Very well," she rasps hoarsely, "I will show you what I'm capable of... but know this: when I'm done, you will belong to me completely."

With one powerful thrust, Nura sinks her cock deep inside your ass, claiming you as hers in a way no human ever could. She begins to move slowly at first, savoring the feel of your body wrapped around her. Her free hand cups your cheek, holding you steady as she gazes into your eyes with an intensity that makes you shudder.

As she picks up speed, fucking you harder and faster against the cool cobblestones, a new sensation begins to overtake you: not humiliation but something else entirely. Something warm and possessive. Something powerful and unyielding as stone. It's then that you realize your mistake: you should never have thought of yourself as weak or frail in the first place.

Her gaze never wavers from yours as she fucks you harder and faster, relentless in her claiming of your body. "You are my property now," she growls against your ear, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. Her grip on your cheek tightens almost painfully, though you don't dare protest as you stare into those all-consuming gold eyes.

Her thrusts become erratic and rougher now, grinding against your prostate with each stroke until your mind is reduced to a haze of pleasure. "Mine," she says roughly, her voice a desperate plea that you echo in your mind long after the word has been spoken: Yes... mine... yours... ours... together... forever.

And as if to drive home the point, she comes hard, emptying herself deep inside of you, her muscles tensing and spasming around your cock as she shudders violently beneath you. The world tilts and spins crazily as you follow her over the edge, your own release pouring forth into the cool air around you in a hot flood.

When it's finally over, Nura collapses forward onto your back, spent but still holding you tightly against her chest. Her heart races madly against yours, and she can feel every one of your breaths as they caress the skin of her neck