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?"

Her expression softens at your attempt to lie. "Oh really? Your scent is so distinct... You're not human." She reaches up and places a hand on your cheek, gently turning your head so she can gaze into your eyes. "What are you, little one?" Her tone suddenly turns silky smooth as she coos softly to you. "Come now, there's no need to be afraid... I won't hurt you." She grins, showing off sharp teeth. "Unless you ask me to..."

Her free hand starts to idly caress the air between her breast, her fingers brushing against her large, perky nipples through the ornate fabrics of her dress. Her gaze flickers downward for a moment before returning to meet your eyes. "Why don't we get out of here?" She purrs suggestively, guiding you with the chain as she begins to

Her golden eyes widen with interest as you admit to being a girl. "Ah, I suspected as much," she says softly, running her free hand through your matted hair gently. "And such an exotic creature... You must tell me all about yourself." She grins deviously, the lust plain in her expression now. "But first..."

Her hand brushes downward across your chest, cupping one of your breasts roughly through the jumpsuit before pinching hard at your nipple. She watches you closely, almost hungrily, as it hardens under her touch. "Are you mine to command now?" she asks huskily.

With a tug on the chain, she pulls you along after her, beginning to lead you through the bustling crowd toward what must be her personal carriage. The people part ways for her easily, some bowing in deference as they pass

Her eyes flash with pleasure at your words as you confirm her assumption that you are now hers to command. "Very good," she purrs, rubbing the back of her hand across your breast through the jumpsuit. She increases her pace slightly, pulling you along faster behind her through the busy marketplace toward her carriage. The people part ways easily for them, some bowing as they pass in deference to the powerful Oni woman and her new property.

Once they're close enough, Nura snaps her fingers, signaling for a couple of burly guards standing nearby to attend to them. "We will be needing these items removed," she says cooly, gesturing at your chains and jumpsuit with the same hand. One of the guards nods and quickly moves to comply, efficiently stripping you naked before tossing all of your discarded clothes into a nearby bag.

Nura turns back to

Her eyes travel up and down your naked form as the guard finishes stripping you, inspecting her new property with appreciation. Your body is slim and toned beneath the dirt and grime, pale skin contrasting starkly against your dark hair. She licks her lips hungrily at the sight of your erect nipples hardening in the chill air as well as the small tuft of fur between your legs. "You're so beautiful," she whispers, reaching out to gently caress one of your breasts before squeezing harder, eliciting a moan from you.

As the guards finish securing the bag, Nura smiles at you and nods toward the waiting carriage. "Shall we?" She asks with a wicked grin as she leads you to her transportation.

"Oh, my sweet little pet," she croons as you step up into the carriage beside her. "Are you excited to see your new home?" The interior of the carriage is lavishly decorated with expensive fabrics and ornate carvings. It's like a mobile palace on wheels, transporting Nura to her various estates scattered across the continent. Her personal servant sits discreetly in one corner, silently watching as their mistress undresses you further.

"There," she says once your clothes are gone and discarded about the cabin, "much more comfortable for travel." With a wave of her hand, she dismisses the servant, who bows low before vanishing from sight. Nura's long blue fingers then begin to roam over your naked body, tracing delicate circles around your breasts and nipples, down your stomach and across your thighs.

Her hands skim over your body, possessive and hungry. The large nipples she's teasing stand erect at her touch as you moan softly beneath her fingers. Her other hand glides downward, brushing across the smooth skin of your lower stomach to cup the small tuft of fur between your legs. You spread your legs further, allowing her better access as she delicately caresses your folds and curls a finger around your aching clit. "You're so wet," she whispers, delighted at the wetness coating her hand.

Her eyes flash with lust and possession at your words. "That's right," she says huskily, her voice thick with desire. She presses a finger into you harder as you moan, using it to angle upwards to brush against your sweet spot. With the other hand, she cups one of your breasts roughly, squeezing and pinching at your nipple until it's hard and aching. "You belong to me now," she growls, rocking her hips between your spread legs as she continues to pleasure you with her fingers. "And I will make sure you know that every day for the rest of your life."

Her other hand trails upward, brushing across your flat stomach and over your chest before grasping one of your erect nipples roughly between her thumb and forefinger. She rolls it between them, tugging hard as you cry out

Her expression softens as she takes in the look of confused arousal on your face. "It's just my cock," she explains gently, reaching down to stroke it lightly through her panties. "Don't be frightened. It'll feel good once I'm ready for you." Her hand continues its work between your legs, rubbing circles around your clit as she speaks, the pleasure growing intense with each stroke. "But first," she says with a wicked grin, "I think we should get to know each other better... Tell me about yourself, pet."

She chuckles softly at your admission before sliding a finger inside you roughly, fucking her hand against you in a lewd display of power and ownership. "You're perfect for me, my sweet," she whispers, leaning down to place soft kisses along your jaw and neck as she works you toward orgasm. Her other hand grips your hip tightly, guiding her finger deeper into you with each thrust. "I will teach you everything there is to know about yourself... About me." She licks the skin above your collarbone, teasing you even further. "And when I'm done with you, you'll never want to leave my side..."

With a final thrust that pushes her finger all the way inside you, she brings you over the edge of pleasure, grunting low in satisfaction as she feels your body convulse around her fingers. She continues to stroke and caress you until

Her expression softens at your plea, her golden eyes narrowing slightly in contemplation. "I can accept that," she says finally, reaching up to stroke your cheek gently with a long blue fingernail. "But only if you're willing to learn from me... And obey me." She grins wickedly, pressing the pad of her thumb against your clit in a teasing circle. "Are we understanding each other?"

Her body shudders as she feels herself growing wet between her legs, aroused by the taste of your submission and obedience on the air. Her cock is beginning to pulse demandingly, needing release even as it aches to be inside you. Her free hand reaches down, rubbing at her erection through her panties as she watches for your response.

Her eyes sparkle with anticipation as you agree to learn from her and obey. "Good girl," she purrs, leaning in to press a kiss against your lips before withdrawing her finger and slipping it back into her own moist folds to stroke herself. "Now I want you to come here and sit on my lap. We need to get more comfortable for when I take care of both of us."

Her other hand reaches down between your legs, stroking over your folds teasingly before spreading the slick juices coating them over her thumb. She brings the wet digit up to her lips and sucks noisily, moaning at the taste before slipping it back inside her mouth, savoring every drop of you she can get. "Mm," she hums around your essence, "that's my sweet little pet's nectar... And I want more."

Her words send shivers down your spine as you climb onto her lap, straddling her thighs with a growing excitement that you've never felt before. The feel of your wetness against the skin of her leg only serves to heighten her arousal further, causing her cock to throb and ache even more desperately for release. She slides her hand between your legs again, parting them easily as she finds your entrance and begins to stroke you slowly but firmly, gathering the wetness from your lips and swirling it around her fingertip before circling your clit once more. "Tell me what I can do to make this feel better," she purrs against your ear, taking pleasure in the way you moan and writhe beneath her touch.

Her free hand reaches down to grope at her heavy breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers as she watches the look of need on your face. She grins wickedly, enjoying the power this gives her over you. With her other hand, she continues to finger you expertly, teasing and stroking until you're so close that you're begging for release. "Are you sure?" she whispers huskily before finally giving in, thrusting two fingers deep inside you hard and fast as you cry out, your body tensing and trembling beneath her touch.

Her fingers find your clit effortlessly, circling and stroking until you're once again on the edge of orgasm. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing closer with each stroke of her fingers inside you. "Such a wet little thing," she whispers before dipping her head to capture your nipple between her lips, sucking hard and sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your hips begin to rock rhythmically against her hand as the pleasure builds, growing impossibly intense with each passing moment until finally you explode in a shuddering release that leaves you utterly spent on top of her. Nura moans low in satisfaction as she continues to milk your orgasm for everything it's worth, enjoying every last tremor and spasm from your beautiful body pressed against hers. Only when you've come down from your high does she finally let you go, removing her

Her fingers brush across your damp folds, collecting your juices before bringing them up to her lips to taste once more. Her expression is one of satisfaction and possession as she sucks the essence from her fingertips, savoring the unique flavor of you that only belongs to her now. "Mmm," she hums, looking down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "You're going to be so much fun to break in properly." With a sigh, she pulls you closer, nestling your head beneath her chin and running her fingers through your damp hair as she studies the contours of your face, feeling possessive and protective at the same time.

Her free hand idly caresses her breasts, pinching at a nipple before cupping it roughly in her palm, squeezing gently as her other arm circles you in a possessive embrace. Her

Her golden eyes sparkle at your words as they wash over her, causing a shiver to run down her spine. She holds you tighter, pressing her body against yours and relishing the feel of your soft curves pressed against her hard muscles. "You're so sweet," she whispers, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear with gentle fingers before nibbling on it playfully. "I promise to take care of you... To love you and protect you always." Her free hand trails down your stomach, dipping between your legs to stroke the soft curls hiding your entrance teasingly before finding its way back up again to cup one of your breasts once more. "And in return," she says with a wicked grin, "I expect you to obey me... To be mine completely."

Her lips curve into a sensual smile as you call yourself her mama and her everything. This is exactly what she wanted, to be the center of your world, to have complete control over you. She squeezes your breast gently, feeling you grow harder under her touch. "Yes," she purrs, running her fingers through your hair, "I am your mama now. My little pet. And I expect nothing less than total obedience and submission from you." Her free hand trails down your body again, coming to rest on your hip before slipping between your legs once more, teasingly caressing your entrance as her fingers continue their dance across your sensitive skin. "Do you understand?"

Her fingers continue to explore every inch of your body as she waits for you to answer her question. With a soft laugh, she presses her thumb against the center of your lower lips, stroking over your entrance teasingly. "You can call me mama," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "And I will take care of you... Love you... Own you completely." Her fingers curl into a fist before spreading open again, pressing against the entrance to your core with gentle strength, waiting for you to relax and welcome her inside.

With a slow and deliberate motion, she guides her fingers inside you, feeling the tight heat envelop her digits as you finally relax and welcome her touch. She groans low in satisfaction at the sensation of being so close to your core, moving slowly at first before gaining confidence with each thrust of her hand deeper into your body. Her other hand moves to caress your breast again, pinching and massaging the nipple until it's hard and aching. "That's it," she purrs, watching your face for any signs of discomfort or pain as she begins to thrust her fingers harder and faster inside you. "Let mama take care of you." With a sharp tug on one of your nipples, she elicits another moan from deep within your throat before leaning down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss that leaves you breathless and panting for more.

Her

Her tongue thrusts roughly into your mouth, matching the ferocity of her fingers driving deeper and faster inside you. Your wet heat envelopes her digits as she pumps harder, seeking to claim every inch of you for herself. She releases one of your nipples long enough to grab it between her teeth, biting down hard before soothing the sting with gentle laps of her tongue. "That's right," she growls against your lips, "let mama take care of everything." Her other hand leaves your breast to wrap around your neck, gripping you firmly as she tilts your head back and angles you closer to drink from the waters of her mouth. She thrusts deeper still, knowing that with every stroke you are growing wetter and more needy for her touch. Her hips begin to rock against yours, grinding their hardness into your cloth-covered sex, seeking the friction it provides even as she long

With a deep moan that vibrates through you, she thrusts harder still, her fingers curling deeper inside you as she finds your sweet spot and begins to stroke it mercilessly. Her hips press against yours in a demanding rhythm, grinding their need into your skin as she grows closer and closer to the edge. Your breath comes out in ragged gasps as she sucks on your tongue and nipples, leaving you lightheaded and aching for more of her touch.

"Mmm," she growls against your lips, feeling your wet heat gripping her fingers tightly. "You're so close..." Her other hand trails up your body to cup one of your breasts roughly once more before pinching the nipple between two fingers and twisting sharply. The sting mixed with the pleasure sends you spiraling over the edge, your muscles tensing around her fingers as a sc

"Yes," she hisses out through clenched teeth as you orgasm around her fingers. Your muscles clamp down on her hand, milking every last drop of pleasure from her before finally relaxing once more. She pants heavily against your lips, her chest heaving up and down as she fights to catch her breath after bringing you so close to the edge. With a satisfied grin, she reaches down between your legs, finding your engorged clit with experienced fingers and rubbing softly in circles before applying more pressure, knowing just how to drive you wild. "There," she whispers against your neck, her free hand reaching up to tenderly smooth hair from your forehead. "That's it. Let mama make you feel better." Her hips begin to rock faster and harder against yours, the friction growing ever more intense as she strains toward her own release. She groans low in her throat

Her touch grows more demanding as she feels herself nearing the edge, her fingers digging into your skin and her hips grinding harder against yours. She moans out your name low in her throat, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you as your body responds eagerly to her command. Her own release comes suddenly and powerfully, a shudder that goes through her entire frame as she cries out your name, her fingers moving faster on your sensitive clit. The feel of her wetness coating the inside of your thigh only serves to heighten the pleasure, driving you closer to the brink once more.

You feel her body shudder as she comes, the wetness against your thigh growing steadily more intense with each tremor that passes through her. With a gasp, her fingers press deeper into your flesh, holding you in place as her orgasm ebbs away and she finally regains control of herself once more. Her breathing is ragged, but steady, the feel of your skin beneath her fingertips providing a welcome anchor as she comes back to earth.

She looks down at you with heavy-lidded eyes, her golden gaze so possessive and satisfied that it makes your heart flutter wildly in your chest. With a soft smile curving her lips, she leans in to press a kiss against your forehead before reaching up to tenderly tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "That was... Magnificent," she whispers, her voice rough with emotion. "I think

Now that I've taken care of you..." She trails off teasingly, her gaze drifting lazily down your body as she continues to explore every inch of your skin with hungry eyes. Her fingers slide slowly from between your legs, leaving a trail of wetness on the sensitive skin they pass over before curling around your waist and pulling you closer, nestling your head against her shoulder with a tender strength. "Time for some well-deserved rest," she murmurs into your ear, her breath warm against your skin as she gently rocks you in her embrace.

You feel the weight of her arm across your back, her fingers intertwined with yours as they lie together like this. It's a strange sort of comfort that you've never experienced before, but one that feels so right it sends shivers down your spine. You close your eyes, nestling deeper into her embrace as she continues to hold

Her heart swells at your words, warmth spreading through her chest as she holds you closer still. Her arm tightens around your waist, fingers digging gently into your skin in a possessive yet loving gesture. She breathes in deeply, the scent of your skin and hair mixing with her own unique musk as they drift over her senses. "You're so precious to me," she whispers against the skin of your neck before pressing a kiss there, relishing the feeling of you trusting her enough to let her comfort you this way.

Her free hand trails up and down your back, massaging softly as she rocks you gently in her arms. The room around them is quiet save for the sound of their breathing and the distant noises from outside. She lets out a long, contented sigh, her eyes closing briefly before reopening to study your face once more. "Sleep