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 smirks, amused by your simple reply. "From now on, you will be called Nura, my pet." Her grip tightens on the leash and she yanks it, pulling you to your feet roughly. "Come, we have much to do today." She starts walking back through the marketplace, her long strides making it impossible for you to keep up with unless you hurry. "Where do you live, Nura? I'll want you to bring only what you can carry with you. We're leaving here."

The oni pauses in front of a small building nearby, its door and windowboards sealed shut by age and disuse. Without hesitation, she unleashes a powerful shockwave from her hand, shattering the wood into kindling that floats through the air like confetti. She turns to face you, giving you an expectant look. "Well? Are you coming?"

She nods in approval, satisfied with your obedience so far. "Good. Let's get you packed and ready to go." She glances around the small room, taking stock of its contents. "First, take off those filthy clothes. I don't want them near anything else." Her words carry a commanding authority that brooks no argument, and she waits patiently for you to obey.

Her eyes narrow, disapproval flashing across her features. "What did you say?" she growls. She steps closer, towering over you despite your obvious size advantage. "You will do as I say. Now undress." Her tone softens a bit at the end, becoming more insistent and almost pleading.

"Please, Nura. I need to... get rid of these things. Let me show you how much better it could be if you just trusted me." There's a strange note in her voice now; submission, maybe? It feels wrong, out of place on your lips.

She tilts her head to the side, studying you intently. There's a glint in her eye, and she can't quite hide the smile playing on her lips. "Good girl," she says, almost gently now. "Now go ahead." Her gaze follows your hands as they begin to pull off your jumpsuit, revealing pale flesh beneath. The sight of you so exposed sends a shiver down her spine, and she has to force herself not to reach out and touch you.

"Leave everything here," she commands, indicating the pile of ruined cloth on the floor with a wave of her hand. "You won't be needing that anymore." Once you're completely naked, she hands you a simple pair of loose-fitting shorts and a tank top made from expensive silk, embroidered with elaborate designs that seem to move subtly across their surface. "Here. Put these on

The oni woman pauses and considers this statement, looking at you with confusion. "I apologize if I've misgendered you," she says after a moment of silence. "But it doesn't change the fact that these clothes will be much more comfortable for you to wear as my servant." She tilts her head slightly, studying your body once more before continuing. "You don't mind wearing girl's clothing, do you?"

Her gaze is intense and searching, waiting for your reply.

The oni woman's eyes narrow in understanding as you speak; you have an issue with wearing feminine clothing. This only serves to make her more possessive, determined to control and manipulate every aspect of your life now that she has claimed you as hers. A smirk plays across her lips as she steps closer once again, tilting your chin upward with one finger beneath your jaw.

"Very well," she murmurs softly, almost mockingly. "If it makes things more comfortable for you... here." She pushes the silk top and shorts back into your hands. With a flick of her wrist, the air around them shimmers and ripples before settling again. Now they're replaced by a set of loose-fitting male garments: baggy pants and a plain linen tunic that hang loosely from your shoulders.

"There," she says with a nod

"You're welcome," she says with a satisfied smile as you take the clothes and begin to dress. She watches you intently, making sure that everything is put on correctly. Once you're dressed in the male attire, she gestures for you to follow her once more. "Now, gather whatever possessions you want to bring with you; a few personal items are all I require."

She turns and begins to walk away again, expecting you to obey without question. Her long legs carry her easily through the market, her movements graceful and powerful despite her bulk. Nura can't help but feel a sense of ownership over you as she leads you away from your old life towards whatever fate she has in store for you.

She glances over her shoulder at you as she hears your words, pleased with your obedience. "Good," she says, turning back around to continue leading the way through the market. "I have a comfortable home prepared for us, where you will serve and honor me as my property. But first," she pauses, "I believe there is someone I owe a visit."

Without warning, Nura comes to a sudden stop, causing you to stumble into her side before catching yourself with a gasp. The oni woman simply smirks down at you, running a clawed hand through your hair in what she intends as a comforting gesture. "Don't worry, pet," she says softly. "This won't take long."

Her voice carries a commanding tone now; she expects you to remain still and silent while she attends to whatever business she has here.

The oni's clawed hand lingers in your hair, the gentle petting almost soothing despite its roughness. Nura takes a step back, eyeing you up and down appreciatively before focusing her attention once more on the crowd around them. She spots her target easily; a young half-elf woman looking lost and overwhelmed among the stalls of a local market.

Without warning, the oni launches herself forward, her powerful legs carrying her across the distance in a single bound. She lands gracefully in front of the surprised half-elf, towering over her by several inches despite their height difference. "Greetings," she purrs, voice low and velvety as she sweeps an ornate bow. "My name is Nura."

Her gaze flickers briefly to you where you stand nearby, still and silent as instructed. She catches the half-elf's eye

"And who might you be?" Nura asks sweetly, tilting her head to the side as she observes the half-elf. "You look lost, my dear." Her gaze flickers briefly over to the figure standing behind her, and a knowing smirk curls across her lips. "Oh, I see...you're looking for company, perhaps?" She steps closer, her imposing size making it difficult for the smaller woman not to feel somewhat intimidated by her presence.

"Well," she continues, lowering her voice to a husky whisper, "I may be able to help you with that." She places a gentle hand on the half-elf's shoulder, guiding her back away from the stalls and towards an empty alleyway nearby. As they disappear down the shadowed passageway together, Nura glances over at her new pet once more before turning to follow after them.

The oni woman smirks down at you as she returns to your side. "Why, my dear little pet," she purrs, "you're going to do exactly as I say, of course." Her long clawed fingers trail lightly across your skin, sending shivers down your spine despite their roughness. "And that means helping me entertain our new friend here."

She turns and begins walking once more through the market, her hips swaying enticingly beneath her ornate robes. "Come along now," she says with a chuckle. "We don't want to keep her waiting."

The oni woman glances back at you over her shoulder, a satisfied smile playing upon her lips as she watches your every movement. "Good girl," she murmurs before focusing her attention once more on the path ahead, weaving effortlessly through the bustling crowd of people. She pauses when they near the empty alleyway where she'd left the half-elf earlier, leaning against a crumbling brick wall and crossing her arms beneath her ample breasts as she waits for you to catch up. "And where do you think we should go from here?" she asks playfully, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief.

The oni woman chuckles softly, running her clawed fingers through your hair again. "Well then," she says sweetly, "I guess I'll have to tell you what to do." She studies the half-elf for a moment before stepping away from the wall and moving towards the mouth of the alleyway. "Let's go surprise our guest, shall we?"

As if guiding you by an invisible leash, she leads you through the darkened passageway until they reach a small clearing where the half-elf is sitting on a crate, looking quite flustered and out of breath. Nura saunters up to her, a predatory smile curling her lips as she leans in close. "I think it's time we continued our little chat," she whispers, voice thick with promise and dominance.