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 gold eyes narrow a bit at your less-than-polite tone, but she smirks nevertheless. "Because I own you now," She says, her voice husky and low. "You'll answer to me from now on." The massive woman chuckles softly as she leans in close, the heat of her body making it uncomfortably warm for someone like you. "And just so you know... I'm Nura." Her lips curl into a mischievous grin before she straightens up again, giving you a firm tug with the chain. "Come along, slave." She begins to walk away from the market, leading you deeper into the city as she occasionally glances back at you. The people around stare and whisper amongst themselves, some of them even kneeling or curtseying as they pass in front of her. It's clear that Nura holds a lot of influence and power here

"Hm," Nura hums in thought as she keeps you at her side with the chain, occasionally jerking it to remind you of your place. "Perhaps we should find out more about each other first, yes? Tell me... how old are you?"

"Hmm," the oni hums as she thinks that over. "Not much older than I am." Nura smirks, showing off her neatly trimmed pubic hair above her impressively large cock and balls. The oni is almost 150 years old, which makes you practically a young pup in comparison. She shakes her head slightly as if amused by the thought before continuing. "Well then... tell me something more interesting."

"Why, what a curious thing to ask," she muses with a small laugh. "No, you're quite right... I am most definitely an oni." Nura chuckles again, her large breasts rising and falling gently with each breath as they nearly brush against your arm. "But there are many ways for someone like me to enjoy the company of another..." She trails off, smirking suggestively before continuing, "...Perhaps we should discuss that further at some point."

The walk through the city continues, Nura leading you deeper into her domain. You can feel eyes on you from time to time, but whenever you glance in their direction they quickly look away sheepishly or nod deferentially to the powerful oni woman walking beside you. It's clear that she holds sway over this land, and anyone who crosses her will pay dearly.

The oni stops in her tracks, arching an eyebrow. "Do you think you're being clever, slave?" she asks with a low chuckle. "Or perhaps just too forward? Perhaps I should remind you of your place..." She flexes one hand into a fist, slowly and deliberately, before lowering it back to her side. "...But for now," Nura continues, "I suppose I can spare you the chore."

She scoffs as she thinks about what you just suggested, then turns around with a dismissive wave of her arm. "Come along. We'll find something better for me to do than laze about all day." She starts walking again, this time at a more determined pace. You struggle to keep up beside her.

"By the way," she calls back over her shoulder, "my manor isn't far from here. We should be there within the hour." Her

"Oh, I can change shape, but you'd be disappointed if I didn't look this good, wouldn't you?" The oni grins widely as she keeps walking, her powerful legs easily carrying her over the cobblestones of the city. "I am not one to hide my assets, after all." She lets out a deep, throaty chuckle before continuing. "Besides, I rather enjoy showing off for people like you... and I'm sure they do too."

A few more minutes pass as they make their way through the city streets, Nura occasionally glancing around at the various buildings and landmarks as if familiarizing herself with her surroundings. The sun begins to set in the distance, painting the sky a vivid mix of reds and oranges that casts long shadows across the street. You can feel your energy starting to wane, but there's no chance of you

The oni woman stops in her tracks once again, cocking her head to the side as she appraises you. "I'm sure there are plenty of things you could do for me," she muses with a thoughtful expression. "You seem strong enough, at least." Her eyes dart down briefly toward your crotch, taking in your mostly hidden arousal. "But first," she says, a devious smile curling her lips upward, "I think we should get to my manor. Then we can discuss what tasks you might find yourself best suited for."

"Apology accepted," the oni says with a small laugh, her gold eyes sparkling in the fading light. "Now, let's not waste any more time." She turns around again and begins walking, this time at a brisker pace. You struggle to keep up once more as she leads you deeper into the city.

The journey seems to take forever, but eventually they reach what must be Nura's manor. It stands tall and imposing atop a hill, its walls high and ornate with intricate carvings. Torches burn along the walkway leading up to the massive wooden doors, casting flickering orange light across the stone path. Nura comes to a stop before them, her hand resting on her ample hip as she looks down at you expectantly. "Well then," she says with an air of finality, "what are we waiting for?"

The oni grins triumphantly as you approach the doors and begin to fumble with the latch, obviously struggling under her control. "That's more like it," she says sweetly, stepping close behind you. Once the door is open, she pushes you roughly inside, causing you to stumble forward onto your hands and knees. "Now then," she continues, her voice taking on a new commanding tone as she stalks toward the foyer of her manor, "be a good slave and start serving me."

As if on cue, several servants appear from various places within the house, hurrying to obey their mistress's every command. They bow deeply before Nura as they pass, their eyes never once lingering on your exposed form as you're led deeper into her home. You're brought to a large room that serves as both living area and kitchen, filled with various cooking pots, spices