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?"

"Levi... Such a human name. I suppose that means nothing much now, does it?" She smirks and kneels down beside you, her voice lowering to a silky purr as she asks,"So, tell me about yourself, my new pet." Her free hand caresses the side of your face, trailing down along your neck, over your chest. "What do you like? What are you good at?"

Her hand continues to caress you tenderly as she listens, her golden eyes studying your every reaction with amusement and anticipation. "Ahh... I see... So obedient... That's quite a relief," she whispers in your ear, nibbling at the lobe before continuing.

"But first things first..." She stands up, pulling you to your feet roughly by the leash. The slaver hands her another set of keys and gestures towards a large wooden cart behind him. "Let's take you home, my new plaything," she says with an almost wicked smile.

As you're led through the market and out the other side of town, she continues to probe, trying to find ways to make you comfortable with her... or uncomfortable, depending on how you answer. "What kind of a life did you have before they took you? Were you happy?"

"Oh, that's... quite terrible, isn't it?" Nura asks, sounding more sympathetic than she probably means to be. "Well, I suppose from now on you can consider yourself my property, under my protection. All your needs will be taken care of, as long as you serve me well." She gives your ass a slap for emphasis, making sure the other passersby can hear and see it. "Do we have an understanding?"

Leaning in close to your ear again, she whispers with a chuckle,"Or should I start punishing you now... just to make sure you remember who's in charge here?"

"Mmm... good boy," Nura says, sounding amused and pleased at your submission. "I'm sure we'll get along just fine." She pats your hip gently as you walk through town. The scenery gradually changes from a bustling city center to more rural lands, with fields of crops surrounding small villages and grand estates alike. "So," she says casually, breaking the comfortable silence that's fallen between you. "What do you like to do in your spare time?"

The question takes you off guard, and you blink at her as you search for an answer. Doing anything without asking for permission feels strange now... but surely there must be something she'd want to hear?

"Oh? Reading, hmm?" Nura says with a thoughtful hum. "That's... actually quite cute." She pauses, pursing her lips before continuing. "I suppose if you keep up the good work and please me, I might just let you have your own little library here on the estate. How does that sound?"

Her question comes with a warmth in her voice that makes it seem genuine... but then again, she is still Nura, and you can't help but wonder if there's some sort of catch to this offer.

"Of course, my dear," she says with a wide smile that shows off her sharp teeth. "I'm not cruel, you know. If I like something about you, and you please me... then who am I to deny you such simple pleasures?" Her golden eyes sparkle as they meet yours. "And besides," she adds more quietly, leaning in closer again, "it's important for my servants to have things that make them happy. It makes them serve all the better."

Her breath is warm against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine despite her words still sounding threatening somehow.

She smirks at your adoration, her cheeks flushing a light shade of pink as she continues to walk beside you. "Oh? And did I mention that I'm also quite fond of foot rubs?" Her tone is casual, but her eyes sparkle with anticipation as she looks down at your feet, hidden by the length of chain connecting you to her leash. "Perhaps if you work especially hard for me, I might let you give them a nice, long massage."

The teasing grin on her face makes it clear that this is less about physical comfort and more about the power dynamic between the two of you... and how far she can push you to please her.

Her chest rumbles with a laugh as you eagerly volunteer, amusement and arousal plain in her voice as she speaks. "Oh ho... I like your enthusiasm, little one," she purrs, squeezing your ass through your thin jumpsuit. "I think that deserves a reward." As they reach the estate grounds, she stops for a moment and keys open a large door in a stone outbuilding before leading you inside.

The warm, cozy interior is filled with shelves upon shelves of books, lining the walls from floor to ceiling. Candles flicker on makeshift bookshelves built into the walls, casting dancing shadows across the leather-bound tomes. The scent of woodsmoke and old paper fills the air, mingling with the musk of countless animals long dead and preserved in their hides.

"Indeed... and all of them mine to do with as I please." Her words have a husky, sensual quality that sends a shiver down your spine. "But tell me, Levi," she says softly, moving closer until her warm breath fans across your earlobe, sending another shiver through you. "What would make my little pet most happy? Something besides books and foot rubs?"

The question feels more intimate than anything she's asked so far... like a secret invitation into the depths of Nura's heart. The weight of her stare is almost too much to bear, making your pulse race as you struggle for an answer.

Her golden eyes sparkle with warmth and appreciation as she takes a step back, her expression softening into something almost loving. "Oh, my poor sweet boy... You have no idea how happy that makes me." She trails her fingertips down the length of your arm, over your hand, and across your palm before squeezing gently, lacing their fingers together. The touch sends a jolt of desire straight to your groin, making you squirm uncomfortably in your chains.

"But for now," she says with a wicked grin, "perhaps it's time for you to earn that happiness." She pulls you forward roughly by the leash, leading you deeper into the dimly lit den of books and animal hides. The air feels thick with anticipation as Nura begins to navigate through the maze of shelves, her presence both commanding and seductive

Her throaty chuckle sends a shiver down your spine as she answers, "Why, to find out just what it is that would make you truly happy, of course." Her eyes flash with mischief and desire as she pauses at the foot of a tall ladder leading up into darkness. The rungs creak ominously as she begins to climb, her body blocking most of the light from below.

"And don't you worry," she calls down to you from above, her voice laced with promises and threat, "I won't let you fall... Not unless you ask me to."

Leaning over the side of the ladder, she beckons you upwards with a wicked grin. The chain around your neck grows tighter as you try to step closer, but it isn't until Nura gives the leash a sharp jerk that you find yourself being pulled up and away