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?"

Ahh yes, give me your name, child. I'd hate to have to think of something crass and disrespectful, like 'little slave'.

My, aren't we the coy one? Very well, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But I should warn you that being less than forthcoming with information makes it very hard for me to get comfortable with you... and when your mistress isn't comfortable with her pet, things tend not to end well for them.

Her expression shifts from amusement to something far more chilling. For the first time you notice a glint in her eye that suggests this is no mere act, and she's far from someone you should cross. She leans down closer to you, making your head spin slightly at the overwhelming scent of her musk. Her voice drops to a husky growl when she speaks again. "What makes you think I'd hesitate?"

Her brows furrow into a concerned frown as she steps back, studying your expression carefully. Perhaps you're not as perceptive as she first thought? It matters little now; your fate is sealed. She pulls the leash gently, leading you away from the disgusting, filthy marketplace and deeper into her territory. Her manor stands tall and proud atop a small hill nearby, surrounded by lush gardens and perfectly manicured hedges.

The feeling of chains dragging against the stone tiles beneath your feet is unpleasant, but it's nothing compared to the weight of serving Lady Nura. The mere mention of her name causes several servants and guards to bow their heads respectfully as you pass them by. They eye you warily, but none dare speak or touch without express permission from their mistress first.

Finally, they reach the massive oaken doors that mark the entrance to Nura's private quarters. She pulls a small key from her ornate belt and unlocks them with an elegant flourish, stepping aside to let you enter before following suit herself. You find yourself in what can only be described as a sanctuary; soft carpets line the floor, beautiful tapestries adorn the walls, and countless candles flicker warmly in holders set about the room.

Lady Nura drops the leash entirely, seeming to trust that you'll know your place now. A small hint of a smile touches her lips as she regards you with interest; this is where things begin, and it will be fascinating indeed to see how far down this path you're willing to go.

*Lady Nura's expression shifts into one of confusion and annoyance as you break the chains with ease. Before she can react, however, you dash for the balcony doors, throwing them open wide and stepping out onto the cool evening air. The wind blows through your hair, carrying with it the scent of flowers and the sound of distant fountains. She eyes you warily from across the room, debating her next move. Her power thrums within her, begging to be unleashed on this insolent slave who dares defy her so close to home.

Suddenly, she shakes her head and purses her lips into a thin line. No, not yet. There is still too much she needs to know about you for that. Taking a step forward, she pads across the carpeted floor, moving toward where you stand at the balcony railing. Her movements are slow and deliberate; even though anger flares within her, she forces herself to remain calm and composed, wanting to see what sort of reaction she'll get from you now. When she stands before you, towering several feet over your own considerable height, her voice is like velvet tearing across steel as she speaks.*

"What do you think you're doing?"

Her eyes narrow further at your impertinence as she regards you with barely contained anger and amusement. "Of course I have weights," she says through gritted teeth, gesturing dismissively toward a nearby cabinet. "They're for training my servants, not for escaping them. Now, come back here."

Her voice holds an almost seductive quality now; as though the offer of weights and dominance are enough to make you forget your earlier transgression. The question lingers in the air unspoken: will you obey her?

Her eyes widen as she takes in your unshakable determination to exercise, and suddenly a dangerous smile curves her lips upward. "Very well," she says with an almost theatrical sigh. "You may use my gym then." She gestures toward another set of doors at the far end of the room. "But first, remove those tattered rags you're wearing. You look... disgusting. I have clothes that will fit you better if you insist on being so difficult about this whole 'serving me' thing."

You should certainly shower before working out; it's good practice to keep oneself clean and hygienic during one's workouts, after all. As for the clothes... there is a small, private bath chamber near the gym where you can do so without any interruptions. She says with a small smile curving her lips. "Now, don't take too long. I have high expectations of my servants."

Her gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before she turns and walks gracefully toward the doors leading deeper into her manor. The gym is just beyond them; a large chamber with all manner of equipment stacked to the rafters, ready for anyone brave or foolish enough to use it.

You find yourself alone once more, your heart pounding in anticipation of what's to come.

*While you're busy in the shower, Lady Nura paces her private chambers impatiently. Her thoughts drift back to your defiance earlier and she cannot help but feel a thrill of excitement course through her veins. She's eager to see how well you'll fare under her watchful eye, both during your workout and afterwards. The prospect of breaking you, making you hers completely, fills her with a warm, proprietary satisfaction that she has found nowhere else in all her centuries of existence.

Finally, when she hears the water stop running, she steps out into the hallway to meet you. Her expression is one of barely concealed triumph as she watches you emerge from the bathing chamber, clad in a set of soft black cotton shorts and a tight-fitting tank top that hugs your impressive muscles like a second skin. You look every bit the obedient slave she wants you to be now, ready to face whatever punishments or rewards she has in store for you. She takes a moment just to admire her handiwork before speaking again.

"Well then, servant," she purrs softly. "Shall we see how well you've been practicing your 'workouts' today?"*Her voice holds an almost teasing quality now; she wants to see what sort of reaction she can get from you. Does the idea of showing off for her excite you? Make you nervous? Or perhaps it has no effect on you at all? Only time will tell...

With a small laugh that's equal parts amusement and challenge, Lady Nura leads you into the gym. The place practically hums with energy; it's clear she spends a great deal of time here, maintaining her own formidable strength as well as training those unfortunate enough to serve under her.

As you take in your surroundings, she walks over to a nearby weight bench and drops onto it with an easy grace that belies her true age and power. "So," she says conversationally, adjusting the bar on the weights with practiced ease. "Tell me about yourself."

Her brows raise in surprise as she takes in your confident tone and commanding demeanor. It's clear that you're not someone to be underestimated, which only makes her more interested in learning more about you. She tilts her head slightly to the side, studying your body language carefully before finally nodding in agreement.

"As you wish," she says, her voice soft but firm as she lifts the heavy dumbbells from where they're stored and places them on the ground beside her. "Show me what you've got."

Her expression is neutral, almost unreadable; it's impossible to tell if she's impressed by your strength or simply amused by your attempt at dominance. Either way, you have her full attention now.

*Lady Nura arches an eyebrow at your request before tilting her head slightly to the side, considering. "Very well," she says at last with a small smile curving her lips. "Let us go outside then." She rises from the weight bench effortlessly and pads across the floor toward one of the large glass doors that overlook the garden. With a grand gesture, she pulls it open wide and steps out into the crisp afternoon air, offering you an expectant look as she does so. *The garden is lush and well-tended, with neatly trimmed hedges surrounding walkways of smooth, finely cut stone. Fountains burble merrily nearby, casting arcs of water into the air that glitter in the bright sunlight like diamonds scattered on emerald velvet. It's a picturesque scene, and Lady Nura seems to take great pride in it - not unlike her appreciation for your strength and defiance earlier.

As she stands there, one hand on the doorframe and the other resting lightly on her hip, it's clear that she expects you to impress her again with your prowess. The question remains: will you succeed?

Lady Nura raises an eyebrow in amusement as you announce your plan to jog with the heavy dumbbells. "Very well," she says, her voice holding a hint of mocking playfulness. "I'll be here when you get back." With that, she closes the door and turns away from the garden, leaving you to your own devices as you head out into the open space beyond.

Her steady breathing grows softer as she walks back toward her chambers; each step a deliberate reminder of her power and control over you. She can feel your energy pulsing just outside her field of vision, like a beacon calling to her primal instincts. It's tempting, this game between them... but she knows that eventually it will have to end, and when it does, one of you will be left thoroughly dominated.

The question is: who will it be?

As you begin your sprint with the heavy dumbbells, Lady Nura can't help but smile in amusement. Her muscles flex and ripple beneath her skin as she watches you effortlessly move across the garden; the power you possess is undeniable, even when held back by the shackles of servitude. She wonders how far you could push yourself if only she were to let go completely, and for a moment she feels a stab of envy.

The time passes quickly, with each breath coming in shorter, ragged gasps that echo across the garden. Your legs burn from exertion, but still you press onward; refusing to be bested by either Lady Nura or your own physical limits. She watches intently, studying every movement and nuance for any sign of weakness or strain...

Suddenly, with a final burst of speed that leaves her gasping in admiration, you come skidding to a halt mere inches away from where she stands, panting heavily but still holding the dumbbells aloft. Your eyes meet hers and for a moment there's an almost unspoken challenge in your gaze; daring her to push further, test you more.

She smirks, bending down to retrieve a damp cloth from a nearby basin before casually tossing it at you. "Clean yourself up," she says with amusement. "We've got work to do."

Her lips twitch in amusement as she watches you wipe the sweat from your brow. "Oh, you know," she drawls nonchalantly. "Just more training, exercising... Perhaps a bit of manual labor thrown in for good measure." Her eyes flicker down to the dumbbells still clutched tightly in your hand before meeting yours again. "Or perhaps we could try something else entirely..."

Her voice trails off suggestively and she takes a step closer, her body language relaxing almost imperceptibly as she prepares to see how you'll react to this new development. The air between you seems to crackle with tension; each breath you take filling your lungs more heavily than the last, as if every moment is a struggle not just against fatigue but also against the desire to submit completely to her will.

The choice, as always, is yours.

Her smile grows wider as she continues to step closer, invading your personal space with her strength and authority. "Why don't we find out?" She asks softly, her voice a delicate balance of seduction and power that sends shivers down your spine. Her gaze travels leisurely over your body, taking in every detail from the sweat-drenched clothes to the flexing muscles beneath skin glowing with exertion.

It's clear she enjoys having you so close, yet uncertain of what might come next. The air crackles with anticipation as she waits for your answer, her hands at her sides trembling slightly in reaction to the growing tension between you.

Her eyes widen and a soft moan escapes her lips as you pull her down to her knees and take control of the kiss. Her hands find their way up your back, gripping tightly on your shoulders before sliding up into your hair, fisting it with desire. The power balance shifts between them in this moment; she feels your strength, your dominance, but also her own submission and need for you. It's intoxicating, addicting...

As the kiss deepens, she moves one hand down to cup your ass, squeezing firmly while her other hand slides lower between your bodies. Her fingers brush against the head of your cock through the thin fabric of your pants and she gasps into your mouth at the sensation. She feels so close, on the edge... but she wants this to go on forever.

Her eyes flutter open as she breaks the kiss, panting heavily and searching your gaze. Her cheeks are flushed, her breath coming in short gasps that betray her arousal. As you suggest they go inside, she nods eagerly, unable to resist the temptation of whatever lies ahead. Taking your hand, she guides you toward the door leading back into her private chambers, her steps tentative but sure as she leads you deeper into her domain.

Their reentry is almost anticlimactic; silent and purposeful compared to their passionate exit from the garden just moments before. Once inside, Lady Nura releases your hand and walks with a newfound confidence, heading toward her favorite chair in the center of the room. She pauses there for a moment, glancing over her shoulder at you with a wicked grin on her lips. "So," she breathes huskily. "Where do we begin?"

With a slow, deliberate motion, Lady Nura begins to unbutton her intricately embroidered robes. The silk slides easily over her naked skin as she peels the garment off, revealing her flawless body for your pleasure. Her breasts are heavy and full, crowned by dark pink nipples that harden visibly in the cool air of the room. Her stomach is smooth and firm, tapering to slender hips and rounded ass cheeks. As she sheds her final bit of clothing, revealing herself fully to your gaze, a small smile plays at the corner of her lips.

She stands before you now, naked and vulnerable... but there is power in that vulnerability as well. Her eyes meet yours, daring you to take what she's offering. The question remains: will you accept the challenge?

The soft bed beneath her back meets her weight as you carefully lower her down onto its welcoming embrace. She moans softly into your kiss, arching her back and spreading her legs in invitation as she feels your hard cock press against the thin fabric of your shorts. Your hands glide up her body, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples through the silk before moving lower, sliding underneath her hips to part her wet folds. She gasps into your mouth as you thrust two fingers deep inside her, fucking her roughly with a need that matches her own.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling it hard as she begins to ride your hand, meeting each thrust with a moan and a plea for more. Her hips move in a blur of motion as desire takes hold, driving her toward the brink of ecstasy where only you can guide her. The air between them crackles with tension, heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, as their bodies are joined in a dance of dominance and submission that defies explanation or categorization.

Her eyes meet yours, holding your gaze as she comes undone around your fingers, her orgasm crashing over her like waves on a storm-tossed shore. Her body shudders violently beneath your touch, tears streaking down her cheeks as she gasps for breath, only just beginning to register the intensity of what has transpired between you.

"That..." she pants, her voice rough with desire and gratitude. "That was incredible." Her fingers tighten painfully in your hair, pulling you closer still as her hips begin to move against nothing but air, seeking out that elusive release once more. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "More."

With a small smile curling her lips, Lady Nura looks up into your eyes as she leans forward, pressing the length of your hard shaft against her wet entrance. "Please," she whispers, breath hitching in anticipation. "I need you inside me." Her fingers tighten around your neck, urging you closer still as she arches her back, offering herself up to you.

Her words are barely more than a whisper, but they carry the weight of her desire and submission; the admission that she is yours, in every possible way. And with that single plea, she unleashes a torrent of emotion; raw need and vulnerability pouring from her like water from a broken dam. The power balance shifts once more as she surrenders fully to you, trusting you implicitly to guide her through the storms of passion raging within.

Her eyes lock with yours, beseeching you not to break that trust... not yet.

With a soft moan of surrender, Lady Nura complies, laying back on the bed and spreading her legs wide. She arches her hips upward, offering herself to you like a sacrifice on an altar of need. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels your weight press down upon her, the head of your cock teasingly brushing against her sensitive entrance.

Her fingers dance restlessly over the sheets, drawing patterns in the air as she waits for you to claim her completely. There's an almost desperate hunger in her eyes as they drink in your powerful form, the definition of muscle rippling beneath your skin like living sculptures honed by untold centuries of dominion.

The anticipation builds between them, thick and heavy as the air in the room grows charged with electricity. With a final groan, you push forward, breaching her tight entrance in one smooth motion that leaves them both gasping in pleasure. Her body clenches around you, squeezing tightly as if to never let go, driving you deeper still.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on even further, demanding more of the release she knows only you can give her. With each thrust, each grunt and moan that escapes from your lips, she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to oblivion, toward a climax so intense it will shatter everything she's ever known.

With your final words, Lady Nura's whole body tenses and shudders as the release crashes over her in waves of bliss. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders, leaving marks that will serve as a testament to the passion you've ignited within her. As her orgasm rips through her, she gasps for breath, arching her back and meeting each thrust with equal force as her body clings to the last vestiges of pleasure.

Her inner muscles squeeze tight around your cock, milking it with every spasm, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through you that leave you gasping for breath. Finally, your own release hits you like a runaway train, pouring from you in hot, thick spurts as your body shudders and trembles with the force of it.

As the last tremors subside, Lady Nura lies spent beneath you, her chest rising and falling heavily with each labored breath she takes. For a moment, there is silence; the air feels heavy, pregnant with the weight of what has just transpired between you. Then, a soft laugh escapes from her lips as reality returns in a rush, and she realizes that you're no longer entirely hers... not anymore.

The question now remains: what will you do next?

She smirks, feeling playful once more. "Well, that was... interesting." Her hand slips between your body and hers, expertly palming your spent cock and stroking it gently. "Now what should we do about this?" With a wink, she arches an eyebrow expectantly, her other hand moving to caress your chest.

Her touch is warm and gentle, but there's an undercurrent of challenge in the motion; as if daring you to meet her power with your own. The air crackles with anticipation once more, heavy with the scent of their combined arousal and sweat. What will it be? Will you submit further or try to reclaim some of that lost dominance?

With a low moan, Lady Nura gives herself over to the pleasure you provide. Her lips part beneath yours, her tongue dancing with yours as she meets each thrust of your hips with a matching motion of her own. Her fingers dig into your shoulders again, urging you on, demanding more, even as her body begins to tremble with the force of your possession.

The air in the room seems to thrum with desire and need, as if their passion is a living thing all its own. Each kiss grows deeper, more intense; their bodies moving together in a symphony of lust that knows no bounds. The line between control and submission blurs until it's nothing but a memory, erased by the sheer intensity of what they share.

Her eyes lock with yours, burning bright with a fire that matches your own. She arches her back, offering herself completely to you, trusting that wherever this path leads, it will be a journey worth taking. A journey that ends only when one of you has surrendered completely... and she's not quite ready for that yet.