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?"

The question catches you off guard; her gaze intense and almost hungry as it focuses on your crotch. "Hmmm... Let's see," she says slowly, walking around you, taking stock of everything you are, before looking back up into your eyes. "...if the end with my name on it is any indication..." She pauses for dramatic effect, squeezing a breast through her elaborate outfit, "I would say that cock belongs to one Nura."

She draws closer and whispers in your ear. "From now on, you belong to me as well, my little pet. Say it!" Her hot breath against your neck sends a shiver down your spine.

The word "cock" is said with such relish that it makes your insides flutter. She laughs throatily at your response, a deep, sensual sound that feels almost like a caress. Nura stands tall and proud now, her chest thrown back as she laughs heartily. Once she regains her composure, she looks down at you with a satisfied smile. "That's a good girl," she praises softly before continuing to walk around you again.

Eventually, Nura crouches in front of you, close enough that the heat from her body envelopes you like a comforting blanket. She traces a finger lightly over your lips and chin before moving to stroke your cheek gently with her thumb. "You'll get used to calling me 'Mistress' soon enough," she murmurs almost inaudibly, her breath warm against your ear.

"I'll take very good care of you," she assures softly, pressing her thumb harder against your cheek as if to mark you as hers. "But first, we must get you back to my manor. It's time for a bath and some food, isn't it?" She smirks down at you, the expression both predatory and somehow...motherly all at once. "And then," her voice drops to a husky whisper, "then I'll show you just how much you belong to me."

Nodding in agreement, her gaze intense and a bit predatory, she leans forward to brush her lips against yours gently before straightening up again. "Come with me," she orders softly, tugging on the leash that connects your collar to hers. With each step you take in tandem with her, it'll be harder and harder not to fall head-over-heels for this monstrous woman...assuming that wasn't already happening when you first set eyes on her.

Nura chuckles softly at your question. "Yes, I am a futanari oni," she admits with a sultry smile. "But don't go thinking that means I won't enjoy having you worship my body and make me feel...more feminine sometimes." She winks playfully, the gesture almost coy despite her size and strength. "Besides," she adds thoughtfully, "there are some...activities where being both would be most enjoyable for both of us, don't you think?" Her voice drops to a low purr that sends shivers down your spine.

Nura grins wickedly and leans in close. Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she says, "Maybe I'll show you later...after you've proven yourself worthy." She traces her finger down your cheek, then down your chin before brushing it against your collarbone. The touch sends shivers through you, and despite herself, Nura grins more widely. "For now," she continues with a smile that's equal parts predator and indulgent mother, "I think it best if we get back to my manor."

With that, she begins to lead you through the bustling marketplace once more, her pace easy but purposeful as her fingers idly stroke your cheek or neck. The other shoppers take note of the massive oni woman and her new pet, some casting envious glances their way while others simply gape in awe at Nura's power and

Nura's laughter bubbles up out of her throat, rich and sensual. "Patience, my pet," she whispers, her breath tickling your earlobe. "You'll have plenty of time to see everything I can do...for now, just focus on making me proud." She squeezes your hand gently, giving it a squeeze that both reassures and commands at the same time.

As they approach the outskirts of town, Nura's manor looms into view: a massive fortress-like structure set amidst rolling hills, its spires and turrets dwarfing everything around it. The grounds are meticulously maintained, with perfectly trimmed hedges and beautifully landscaped gardens surrounding the estate.

Slaves scurry about their business, some tending to the horses in the stables, others carrying supplies

Nura leads you through the enormous gates, pausing briefly to present your chained form to the guards posted at the entrance. Once they acknowledge her authority and grant you entry, she continues up a winding path that eventually brings you to the front door of her manor.

She lets go of your leash once you're standing before the great wooden doors, towering over you even more in this setting. "Welcome home, Nura's new pet," she says with a smile that holds both warmth and menace. "Now, let's get you cleaned up."

Without waiting for a response, she turns and heads towards the back of the house, her hips swaying enticingly as she walks away from you.

A warm bath is drawn, the steam rising lazily from the surface as it fills the air with its inviting scent. A servant stands by, waiting patiently to help you undress and ease yourself into the water. They murmur soothing words as they wash away the filth of your past life, leaving your skin soft and clean. Afterward, a maid is summoned to dress you in one of Nura's discarded gowns until something more suitable can be found.

Finally, when all of this has been completed to her satisfaction, Nura makes her presence known once again. "There," she says, looking you over with a critical eye. "Perfect." She smiles, stepping closer and running a hand through your hair before trailing it down your back. Her fingers stop just above the small of your back, giving it a squeeze that leaves you shivering in anticipation. "Now

Well, it's not like you could stop me if you tried... but yes, I think we should enter together. It would make much more sense that way, after all. With a warm smile and a playful wink, Nura extends her hand to the small of your back, offering a subtle encouragement for you to follow her. "After you, my little pet," she purrs in your ear, causing shivers to run down your spine.

With that, you follow her into the bath chamber. The warm water envelops your body like a comfortable embrace, relaxing every muscle and soothing every worry away. Nura enters behind you, towering over the tub as she sits down on its edge, watching you with interest as her own body is bathed in warm steam.

"So," she begins conversationally, "what do you like to do for fun?" She leans closer, running a finger along your collarbone before trailing it lightly over one breast, teasing the nipple into hardness. "Do tell." Her voice is low and seductive, her gaze focused entirely on you as if there's nothing else in the world but the two of you sharing this moment together.

Her voice is breathless as she gasps out your name. "You're so eager to please me," she purrs before leaning in closer and brushing her lips against yours, teasing you with the warmth of her breath and the softness of her skin. Her hand trails lower now, cupping your breast through the borrowed gown, thumb flicking over the nipple until it's hard as a bead. "You want to know how big my cock is?" she whispers in your ear before answering for you with a husky laugh: "I'm quite proud of it, actually...It's nearly ten inches long when fully erect." Her hand glides down your stomach and between your legs, brushing lightly over your sex as she speaks, teasing you mercilessly.

*Nura chuckles softly, leaning back to regard you with an amused expression as she continues to stroke your breast and thigh through the water. "I suppose for someone of my stature, it might seem small...but I assure you, dear pet," her voice lowers to a husky whisper as she trails a wet finger down between your legs, spreading your folds and teasing your clit, "when it's inside you..." Her words trail off into a satisfied moan as she imagines the sensation of being filled by her cock.

"When it's inside you," she says more clearly, running her finger over your sensitive flesh in small circles before lifting it to taste you, "it'll feel...more than enough." Her eyes close briefly, savoring the flavor as she slips a finger deep inside you, curling it to massage your g-spot. "Now won

*Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your confession, but she doesn't hesitate to voice her thoughts on the matter. "Peeing is...an interesting turn-on for some," she says slowly, considering you carefully. "I won't force you into anything, my pet, but I must admit...the thought of sharing that intimate part of yourself with me..." She trails off, unable to fully articulate the mix of excitement and possessiveness welling up inside her.

Her finger continues its movement within you, circling and stroking gently as she tries to decide how much further she should push today. "You're so submissive," she muses, leaning forward once more to brush her lips against yours tenderly before continuing, "it's almost enough to make me want to take advantage of you..." *Her voice trails off into a low moan as she slips another finger

The words ignite something inside her, the urge to dominate and control becoming almost unbearable. "Very well," she says softly, her voice now laced with authority. With a gentle tug, she pulls your hips closer, exposing you more fully as she slides both fingers deep within you. Her thumb presses against your clit, circling and teasing until you're squirming helplessly in the water. "Drink it for me," she whispers into your ear, her other hand braced on the tub behind you as she leans close. "Let me watch you drink my pee." The sensation of being so thoroughly filled by her fingers combined with the weight of her gaze is almost too much to bear. You can feel yourself growing wetter and hotter, the need for release building steadily inside you.

Her fingers move faster inside you, curling and stretching as she hits just the right spot over and over again. Her breath is hot against your ear as she moans encouragement, her thumb continuing to torture your clit in a merciless assault. It's almost too much; the tightness building deep within you, ready to explode at any moment. "Drink it," she whispers hoarsely, "drink my pee and make me feel good." The last word is barely audible above the sound of the running water as her hips begin to move against yours, grinding her fingers deeper inside you with each thrust. Her free hand trails up your stomach, cupping your breast once more before moving higher still, stroking and teasing the tender flesh behind your ear.

Her laughter echoes through the bath chamber as you speak these words of praise and submission. She squeezes your breast roughly through her hand, pinching the nipple hard enough to make you gasp before leaning in to whisper hotly against your ear, "That's it, my pet...Drink it all..." Her fingers dig deeper, curling harder as she finds the spot that makes you arch off the tub with a cry of pleasure. "Yes," she hisses, her voice rough and hungry, "drink every drop of my pee and let me feel how much you want more." Her hand presses against your clit relentlessly now, her thumb circling faster and harder as her hips grind against yours, driving her fingers deeper still.

The bath is forgotten as you focus entirely on her fingers, wet heat filling you and the demanding sound of her voice in your ear. "So greedy," she growls playfully, lapping at the skin behind your ear with her tongue before planting a firm kiss there. She's driving you higher now, closer and closer to the edge, each thrust sending shockwaves through your body as she milks your orgasm for all it's worth. "Drink it," she groans roughly against your skin, thrusting hard one final time before collapsing heavily forward, bracing herself on her arms across your back and chest while still buried deep inside you. Her fingers spasm and release, drawing one last, shuddering moan from her throat as you finally spill around her fingers, your body arching into the water with the force of your climax.

Her weight is heavy against you, her breath hot