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 gaze flicks down, as if appraising you. "Well... Wes," she drawls, walking around you, sniffing at your dirty clothes and filthy skin before running a hand over your hair roughly, making you flinch. "It seems I've just spent quite a lot of gold on someone who desperately needs a bath and some new clothes."

She squats down in front of you, those golden eyes narrowing as she studies your face, the look in them causing a shiver to run down your spine. "I think," she says slowly, "that it's time we took care of that, don't you?"

Her expression softens a little at that, and she smiles, but it's not quite kind. "Good boy," she croons, giving you a pat on the head. "Come with me, then." She stands up, pulling your chain until you rise as well, your feet wobbling underneath you from disuse. She leads you through the market and down several streets before arriving at her own manor house. The guards outside, massive beasts all of them, salute her with practiced efficiency as she approaches, and she nods curtly to acknowledge it.

The inside is even more lavish than she is, furniture worth small fortunes lining the walls and sitting in the middle of the floor, paintings and tapestries adorning them. Her own bedroom is at the very back, a massive four-poster carved from rare and expensive wood, with silk sheets and plush pill

Nura takes you directly to her bedroom and orders the guards outside not to disturb unless it's an emergency. With that settled she pulls you closer, inspecting your wounds before telling you to undress. "You need a bath first, but I want to see exactly how bad your injuries are." She watches as you shiver in her presence, slowly revealing each item of clothing until you're standing naked and vulnerable before her. The look on her face darkens as she sees the marks left by your captors and realizes just how long it must have been since anyone has shown you any kindness or gentleness.

"Come here, I'll take care of those," she says softly, opening up a small chest at the foot of her bed and pulling out a tiny vial of liquid. She uncorks it and begins to carefully dab it onto your wounds, mutter

Her hands are gentle and soft on your skin, despite their size. She takes her time with each wound, making sure that they're cleaned properly before applying a soothing salve to help with the pain and speed up the healing process. As she works, she casts glances at you out of the corner of her eye, taking in every detail of your body. You are definitely attractive for a human, but compared to an oni... there's no comparison. The thought makes her smile slightly as she continues her ministrations.

She finishes up with the salve and allows you to dress in some soft, new clothes that she's had prepared for you. "Come on," she says then, gesturing for you to follow her out of the bedroom and back into the main part of the manor, "I'll take you to my bath now."

Leading you through another set of doors, she reveals a luxurious bathing chamber complete with a massive hot tub big enough for both of you, surrounded by soft towels and sweet-smelling oils. "Why don't you hop in," she suggests with an inviting smile, "and I'll join you in a bit."

The bathwater ripples as you sink into it, steam rising up to dance around your form. Nura watches you with curiosity, noting the way your skin reddens under the heat and how your muscles relax with each passing moment. Eventually, she sheds her own clothes and climbs in after you, settling herself onto your lap in the water. Her naked body presses against yours intimately, trapping you between her breasts and between her thighs.

She places a hand on either side of your head, keeping you from moving too far away from her as she looks down into your eyes. "I want you to understand something," she tells you seriously. "You are now my property, just like this bed or that table. I can do whatever I want with you, whenever I want. It's up to you whether our relationship is good... or bad."

She pauses for a moment, g

Her fingers tighten slightly on your head, her grip not quite painful but firm enough to let you know who's in charge here. "I like the sound of that," she whispers, her breath hot against your lips before slipping between them and teasing at the sensitive flesh behind your teeth. "Now, be a good boy, and obey me without question."

She presses her hips forward more firmly, grinding herself against you in a way that makes it impossible for you not to feel how aroused she is. Your cock hardens against her belly as she continues to stroke your head with one hand while the other trails up your body, eventually coming to rest on your chest. "Do you have any secrets you'd like to tell me?"

Your heart pounds in your chest and words bubble up in your throat, but it feels like they're not quite yours anymore; like she'

Her hand on your chest freezes, eyes narrowing in thought as she considers this information. "Do you now?" she rasps, her voice laced with sudden hunger. "And what do you mean by 'being taken care of' exactly?" She begins to stroke you harder, sliding the backs of her fingers over your nipples teasingly, making them stand erect. "Are we talking about being pampered and spoiled... or something more carnal in nature?"

She hums softly, lips curving into a cruel smile as she increases the pressure on your nipples even further, pinching and rolling them between her fingers. "Well," she breathes heavily, voice thick with desire, "I think I can certainly accommodate that." Her other hand slides down, cupping your sack possessively before beginning to stroke your cock in long, firm strokes. "You're mine now, little human," Nura whispers into your ear. "My toy to play with as I please." She tilts her hips again, grinding against you more insistently, the head of her cock rubbing rhythmically against your entrance, teasing and taunting you even as she brings yourself closer to climax with every thrust of her hand. "So," she continues, the word practically a moan, "tell me... what else do you want?"