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?"

She pouts slightly at you, looking unimpressed. "Well, I suppose 'my new slave' would have been more accurate." She says it like she thinks that should be different. "But still! Isn't it more fun to think of me as your plaything?" Her voice is smooth and velvety, almost musical in tone.

"I am Nura," she continues, ignoring your protestations, "and I will be taking you back with me, now that I own you." With a single powerful motion, she yanks the chain, forcing you to stumble forward as she walks away from the slave market. The leash leads you through the busy streets of the city until you reach a massive estate on the outskirts of town.

The doors slam shut behind you as she leads you into her mansion. It's opulent, full of expensive furniture, artwork, rugs, and fountains. The scent of incense fills the air, mixing with the smell of lavender and other expensive oils that cling to Nura's body. Her skin is a soft blue, as if covered in a sheen of glass, smooth save for small horns protruding from her head and the tattoos that decorate her body.

"So," she says, her voice lower now as you wander through her entry hall, "tell me about yourself, my pretty little slave."

A farmer? How quaint," she says with an amused laugh as she wanders around the entry hall, looking at the various ornaments and artwork hanging on the walls. "I suppose I should be thankful that you won't expect me to put in much effort into caring for chickens now." She pauses, tilting her head slightly. "So what was it like? Being a farmer?"

You try not to sound bitter as you talk about your life before being sold into slavery. The truth is, it was hard work. But at least you were free. Or at least, you thought you were until that fateful day when they came for you. Nura seems fascinated by your story though, moving closer to listen intently as she walks around the entry hall, occasionally stopping in front of a painting or statue just to stare at it and muse on its meaning.

"And what do you think I will use you for, Alcor?" she asks suddenly, her tone thoughtful. "You're not exactly suited to manual labor here." She gestures around the opulent manor, implying that there are far more able-bodied beings who could perform such tasks if necessary. "I suppose it's a shame," she muses, looking down at you with those gold eyes. "You have an... interesting marking on your left breast."

Her gaze lingers for a moment longer than necessary before she finally looks away, moving to sit on a plush velvet couch. "Well, come here," she says, patting the space beside her invitingly. "I suppose we should get acquainted."

Her eyes widen in surprise at your accusation, but then she laughs softly, shaking her head. "Rape? No, no," she says, reassuringly. "I don't go in for such barbaric practices." She looks you up and down, taking in the chains that bind you. "You are my slave now, Alcor. You belong to me. And as your mistress, it is my duty to take care of you."

Her voice softens as she continues, her tone almost maternal as she explains further. "That doesn't mean I won't punish you when you disobey or misbehave, but it also doesn't mean that I will abuse you... at least," she adds with a sly grin, "not unless you really want me to."

"Now," she says, sitting up straighter on the couch, "why don't we get comfortable? You can sit here beside me and we can talk some more. Or perhaps..." She reaches out, tracing her fingers along your cheekbone before cupping your jaw in her hand, guiding your face closer to hers. "...you would prefer something else?"

A surprised expression flickers across her features when you admit your fear so openly, but then it softens again into a warm smile. "Oh, my poor dear," she says, reaching out to stroke your cheek gently with the back of her hand. "Of course I understand that you're frightened. Being sold into slavery is no small thing."

She pauses for a moment, considering what to say next. "But do you not trust me yet? Perhaps if you gave me some time, showed me how obedient and respectful you can be... well, perhaps I might change my mind about those punishments," she says with a wink, her tone teasing now.

"Or perhaps..." She tilts her head, considering. "Perhaps if you were very good, and did everything I asked without hesitation or question, I might let you... explore your fears more fully." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she finishes this last part.

The expression on her face is surprised at first, then pleased. "Oh? And what makes you think that you can be so useful to me?" she asks, genuinely curious. She leans in closer, practically breathing her words into your ear. "I'm sure there are many others like you out there who could serve just as well."

Her lips brush against your earlobe, making you shiver despite yourself. "But if you prove to me that you can be useful... that you understand and appreciate all the ways in which I might use you..." Her hand slides down from your face, coming to rest on your knee. "...well, then perhaps I'll reward you for it."

Her fingers begin to massage gently, sending shivers through your body as she watches you carefully for any signs of discomfort or pleasure at her touch. "What do you think?"

Her smile widens as she hears your reply. "Excellent," she says, her voice almost breathless with excitement. "So, let me ask you this: what are some of the things that you can do?" She glances around the room, thinking. "You mentioned chickens... maybe I could use you for keeping track of my own flock? Or perhaps you could help tend to my extensive gardens?"

Her hand moves up your thigh, stroking slowly and sensually, making it hard not to shiver in pleasure beneath her touch. "Or," she says, leaning closer again, whispering into your ear, "perhaps there are other things I might use you for... things that aren't quite so mundane?"

Her free hand trails up your neck, cupping your cheek before moving down to stroke the sensitive flesh beneath your ear. The tip of her thumb brushes lightly against the tiny spot of pleasure just behind your earlobe, making you moan softly. "What would you like to do for me, Alcor?" she asks, her voice almost hypnotic as she teases your body with every word.