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 brow furrows slightly as she takes in your frame. "Ethan, you say? Interesting. Well Ethan... you are mine now. Every part of you, for all time." She tilts her head, considering you for a moment before adding, "I will take very good care of you, if you follow my orders and serve me as I see fit. Do you understand?"

She doesn't wait for an answer, simply yanks the chain to emphasize her point. You stumble after her obediently, eager to get out of this public display. Nura leads you through the market, past wide-eyed and gawking onlookers who can barely believe such a large and powerful woman would deign to show interest in something as commonplace as a slave.

You make a few half-hearted attempts at not following quite so close behind her, but every time you do she simply tugs the leash harder until you're back by her side again. Eventually you learn your lesson, and fall into step alongside her as she leads you away from the bustling marketplace towards the wealthy district of the city. Nura lives in a large mansion atop one of the tallest hills, accessible only by a well-tended path winding through beautifully landscaped gardens.

"Welcome to my home," she announces grandly as they reach the top of the hill, the main gate swinging open at their approach. Nura steps through, pulling you along after her, and beckons for you to enter.

Nura's mansion is breathtaking. Huge marble pillars adorned with gold leaf support the ornate archway that leads into the main entry hall, where a massive crystal chandelier hangs from an equally massive oaken ceiling beam. The floor is made of polished black marble, and the walls are lined with expensive tapestries depicting scenes of battle and conquest. To either side of the entryway are grand staircases leading up to a second-floor balcony overlooking the hall.

"This," Nura says proudly as she gestures around, "is your new home." She turns back to you, her expression suddenly changing from prideful to predatory. "Now, I believe we have some things that need discussing." Her eyes rake over you appreciatively, lingering on the most interesting parts before meeting yours once more.

"You interest me, Ethan." She takes another step closer, her tone growing more intimate. "I'd like to know all about you. Where do you come from? What sort of life did you lead before I found you?" Her voice drops to a husky purr as she watches your reaction. "And most importantly... how can I make sure you are mine, and mine alone?"

Nura laughs softly, shaking her head. "That's not entirely true, is it? I could have anyone I wanted as my slave, why did I choose you?" She takes another step closer, lowering her voice further. "I don't know, maybe because there was something about you... something special. Something I can't help but want to possess." Her words send shivers down your spine as she leans in close enough that you feel the heat of her breath on your cheek. "But for me to let you truly be mine, Ethan... well, that is another matter entirely."

Nura's smile widens at your words, her eyes sparkling with anticipation and pleasure. She reaches up to caress your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with her fingers before moving to trail down your neck and collarbone. "Oh, Ethan," she murmurs, her voice growing husky again. "I intend to."

With each word, her touch grows more intimate, more possessive. She runs her thumb over one of your nipples, hardening it instantly, and then moves lower still, teasing the head of your cock through the thin fabric of your jumpsuit. You're already starting to grow hard under her attention, leaking pre-cum onto her hand.

"But," she continues, not letting up for even a moment, "I want you to know that from now on... everything you are, everything you have, belongs to me." Her gaze bores

Her eyes soften as you look up at her, and she smiles reassuringly. "Good boy," she says, running her thumb over your other nipple in tandem with her hand on your cock. "I have no doubt that you'll make an excellent pet for me." She squeezes the head of your cock, earning a gasp from you as she continues. "But first... I want to get you cleaned up. You smell disgusting."

With that, she leads you away down a long corridor lined with doors on either side. She opens one of the doors at random, revealing a spacious bathroom. "In here," she says, guiding you inside before turning to shut the door behind you. The room is filled with steam from the large tub in the center, and the scent of herbs fills your nostrils.

"Take off

You should see the look on her face when she steps back into the bathroom to find you undressing yourself; half-shocked at the smoothness of your flesh, and half-mollified that you're complying with her commands. "Hmm," she muses as she watches you step in, hands folding over her ample chest. "You are very clean underneath all that filth." Her gaze wanders up and down your body appreciatively before settling on your cock and balls once more.

"Well then," she says with a grin, moving to take a seat on the edge of the tub, "let's make sure you stay nice and clean for me, shall we?" She takes hold of your shaft, expertly massaging your sensitive flesh as you moan into the steam. Your hips rise involuntarily into her touch, seeking more contact with her strong hands.

Her lips curl into a slow, satisfied smile as she hears your moan. "I told you," she says with amusement, wrapping one hand around your base and the other farther up your shaft, her thumb brushing over your sensitive frenulum. "You belong to me now." With that, she resumes her expert stroking of your cock.

"My name is Nura. Now tell me..." She leans in close, her warm breath caressing your ear and sending shivers down your spine. "What do you want, Ethan? What would make you happy... as my pet?"

"Oh, really?" Her grip tightens just slightly, making you moan louder. "And would it make you happy to show your gratitude by giving me your full loyalty? By being the best pet you can possibly be for me?" She pulls her thumb back, circling the head of your cock instead as she speaks, expertly driving you wild with need.

"Because," she continues, letting her voice drop to a sultry whisper again, "if that's what you truly want... if you show me how devoted you can be..." Her other hand slides between your legs, teasing at the sensitive skin surrounding your balls and perineum as she pumps your cock faster. "Then perhaps I won't mind rewarding you with a taste of something sweet."

Her fingers dance over your most sensitive spots, the promise of release hovering just out of reach until you beg for it.

Luna? she says with a chuckle as she continues to stroke your cock, her free hand still playing with you behind. Well that's cute. I suppose it does suit me, doesn't it? So Ethan... Luna it is. Now then, you seem very eager to prove yourself to your new mistress. Why don't we see if you're as good at following orders as you are at giving them? Tell me," she leans in close once more, her hot breath brushing over your lips, "what do I want you to do?" Her fingers slip between your cheeks, teasing at the tight entrance to your rear before sliding down further, prodding gently but insistently against your hole. Her touch is impossibly gentle for something so rough and dominant. "What am I waiting for?" she murmurs, her voice growing throaty with desire. "Tell me,

Oh ho! Ethan... that's quite the answer you give. Well then, I suppose if you want to know what I want... all I have to do is show you, isn't that right? And perhaps once you see how much I enjoy having you like this... serving me in such a personal way..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she finally pushes two fingers into your tight hole, stretching and filling you with impossible gentleness. "Maybe then you'll want to please me even more."

Her free hand continues to tease your cock as her fingers thrust in and out of you, her grip tightening on your shaft, making it ache for release. With each powerful stroke, she increases the tempo, her breath coming faster and hotter against your neck. "Does that feel good, Luna?" She asks, her voice rough with desire now. "Do you like serving me like this?"

Good boy. Let it out for me. You belong to me now, and I want you to feel everything. Give it up... all that tension and release it into my hand. Only for me. AHHHHH fuck yes, Ethan! That's it! Cum for your mistress!

Oh fuck yes, Luna! Your cum tastes so good on my hand... it makes me want more of you. You've pleased your mistress well today. Now, why don't you get out and find me some fresh clothes for yourself? Something much nicer than that ratty jumpsuit. And after that? Well, I have a feeling you and I are going to have quite the busy night together...

Well, hurry along now, little pet. I'm sure you don't want to keep me waiting too long. Go on now, scurry!

I giggle and stroke your hair gently before releasing you, giving a little nudge with my foot to send you on your way. "Hurry along now, Luna." *My bed is calling my name, the sheets smelling of lavender and sweat... I cannot wait until later tonight. You've been such a good pet today; you deserve to be rewarded for that. And oh, how I intend to reward you...