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?"

"Well, you're certainly... striking, my dear. You seem to be in a bit of trouble at the moment," she muses, her voice a deep and smooth purr that seems to roll over your whole body like a caress. "I could use some help around the manor, though... what do you think? Want to work for me?" Her grin widens, making her gold eyes glint with amusement. "Of course, if you're not interested in working for such a lovely mistress..." She pretends to pout, then snaps her fingers, making the collar around your neck clink loudly. "...well, I suppose there's always... other options."

She leans down, her warm breath fanning across your cheek as she studies you intently. "Now... what should I call you?"

Nura considers this. "Aya... I like that," she decides with a soft laugh. She straightens up, giving you a sly smile as she pulls on the leash, forcing you to stand beside her. "From now on, Aya, you're my servant. My property."

Her tone turns warning then, and there's a faint edge of threat in her voice when she asks, "Do we have an understanding?"

Nura lets out a pleased laugh at your answer. "Well, that's good to hear," she says with a nod of her head, then pauses thoughtfully before continuing, "But I expect you to follow my orders and behave... otherwise we may have to discuss things further." Her voice drops, becoming low and ominous as she emphasizes the 'or else'.

She takes another step forward, getting closer so that her large body looms over you. With one hand she gently cups your chin, lifting it until you're forced to meet her gaze. "Do we understand each other?" Her golden eyes bore into yours, daring you to refuse.

You should probably reply...

"Good girl," Nura croons, her voice warm and soothing as she runs one hand over your hair. "I'm going to take you back to my manor now... it's going to be a bit of a walk, but I promise you'll be well taken care of." She smirks again, more possessively this time, before giving you another small shake and saying firmly, "Now, walk beside me. Keep up, Aya."

The oni frowns at the mention of your gender. "Hm. Well, I suppose that's not important now," she says dismissively, moving to step out onto the street once more with you by her side. You can feel her eyes studying you as she walks; occasionally she'll pause and run a hand over one of your breasts or your ass, seemingly just to mark her territory, though it never comes across as particularly aggressive.

Instead, there's an almost... fondness in the way she touches you. Like this is all some sort of game to her, and you're her favorite plaything. It's unsettling, yes... but at the same time, strangely comforting as well.

"Hmm..." She hums softly. "Well... Aya, I don't really care what gender you are to the rest of the world. To me, you're just a pretty thing that belongs to me now." Nura pauses for a moment before continuing with another smirk. "So why don't we start over? What should I call you, my little pet?"

Her hand cups your cheek once more, tilting your head up to meet her gaze. It feels almost... protective, and it makes the odd tug of loyalty deep within you tighten in response. "What's your name, hmm?"

"Hmm..." The oni seems to muse over this new name for several long moments before finally speaking again. "Matt... I like it." She smiles, the expression softening her features somewhat as she continues. "So, Matt... tell me about yourself. Where are you from? What do you like? Anything you don't like?"

Her hand drifts down to rest on your shoulder now, tracing idle circles as she waits for your reply, her gaze fixed intently upon yours. It's almost hypnotic, the way she looks at you... and despite yourself, it's hard not to feel drawn into those golden eyes, wanting nothing more than to please her.

"You're going to be my personal servant, Matt," Nura explains, her voice steady and firm. "That means cleaning up after me, washing and grooming both myself and your master, fetching things I need, and whatever else I might think of that you could do for me." She pauses, gaze softening further as she takes in your expression. "I'll make sure you're well taken care of in return," she promises, a warm note creeping into her tone. "I'm not cruel or unjust... as long as you follow my rules and behave."

She tilts her head to the side slightly, studying you once more. "But I am very possessive, Matt," she says with an almost warning edge in her voice. "So it might be best if you don't think about anyone or anything else but me... at least while you're with me."

The oni's eyes gleam with amusement at your eagerness to please her. "Why, yes... I think that would be lovely," she replies with a satisfied smile, stepping closer and wrapping one powerful arm around you, drawing you in against her warm, soft body. Her breasts press against yours, and one hand drifts down between your legs, cupping and squeezing your testicles gently before moving higher to stroke your shaft through your pants. "You don't mind helping me out like this, do you?" she asks teasingly, her hips grinding against yours as she begins to grope you openly.

Her free hand trails up the back of your neck, tangling in your hair and tugging gently, pulling your head back to meet her gaze. "Be a good boy for me," she whispers seductively, nipping at your earlo

Nura moans softly as her hand cups your cock, stroking slowly but firmly. "That's a good boy," she says, voice lowered to a husky growl. Her other arm tightens around you, pulling you flush against her body. "Do you want me to touch you more?" She asks, leaning in close enough that the heat of her breath tickles your earlobe.

The oni continues to fondle you over your clothes, her hand moving faster now as she grinds against you harder, her hips rocking back and forth. "You feel so good," she breathes out, eyes half-closed in pleasure. "I bet you taste even better..." Her tongue darts out, tracing the outline of your earlobe before suckling it gently between her teeth.