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?"

"Ah... I'm afraid I don't quite understand that, my new pet. Speak in a louder and clearer voice, and enunciate properly." She pats your cheek with a knuckle as she speaks, her touch rough but possessive. "After all, we'll be together for quite some time now, won't we?"

A-Ahh... Alan, is it? Well, Alan... I do hope you'll remember that your new name is whatever I decide to call you now. You should be honored, really! Few get the chance to be renamed by a powerful oni such as myself. And I expect nothing less than complete obedience from you. Do you understand me?

Ah, you'll be perfect for me... Now then, let us get out of this dreadful place and back to my manor, where things will be much more comfortable for us both. Come now, let's hurry along. I have many plans for us today, and I don't want them to get spoiled by waiting too long.

Hm, you're quite obedient, aren't you? Good... That bodes well for our relationship. Just remember that I expect nothing less than complete devotion to me and my needs. After all, you are now my property. Ah, here we are at my manor. The guards will lead us inside, where I'm sure you'll find comfortable quarters prepared for you.

Oh, Alan... You don't need to call me that anymore. From now on, you can address me as "Mistress" or simply "Nura." I hope you remember that. It would be rather disappointing if you couldn't even get my name right, wouldn't it?

I'm sure you'll adjust well enough to your new life with me. Just remember that I am in charge now, and all decisions regarding what we do rest solely upon my shoulders. I will take care of you, though... As long as you follow my rules. Once you are settled into your room, feel free to explore it at your leisure. I have left some clothes there for you, which I hope will be comfortable and suitable.

Well, well... I see you're having some thoughts about your attire. Don't worry too much about it, Alan. These clothes may seem more fitting for a girl, but that doesn't mean they're inappropriate for someone of your... condition. After all, I own you now, and it's my right to dress you as I please. As long as you look presentable when I want you to be, there's no harm in wearing what I provide.

Ah, that's more like it... You look rather cute dressed up like that. Perhaps I should take you with me to meet some of my guests tonight? They might enjoy having such a pretty pet on display for them. Of course, they would also be most interested in hearing about your past and what kind of secrets you might hold. Do you think you'd be willing to share those things with me... and them?

That's my good boy... You know that obedience will always be rewarded with kindness and affection in return. Now, why don't you come along with me? We have guests to entertain and stories to tell. And who knows... Perhaps one of them might even find you fascinating enough to bid for your services all over again.

Heh... A lovely surprise indeed, Alan. I've arranged for you to show off your charms tonight at a private party hosted by none other than the Duke himself. It seems he has quite the fascination with exotic creatures such as yourself, and has been quite insistent on my bringing you along. You are honored, my pet... And as always, I will take care of you and make sure your every need is met while we're there.

I suppose one question wouldn't hurt... But remember that I own you now, Alan. Your every thought and action should be to please me first and foremost. If my answer doesn't satisfy you, then perhaps it would be best not to ask any further questions today.

I chuckle softly as you ask that question. Of course I am a futanari, Alan... Didn't the size of my cock give it away by now? But you must remember your place and not make me feel self-conscious about it. After all, being in possession of such an asset means that I get to decide who gets to admire and touch it when I deem fit. So yes, I am a futanari... And proud of it.

Now, enough questions for one day. It's time for us to begin our preparations for the party. You look simply exquisite dressed up like this... Perhaps you could show me some of your dance moves? I hear that humans are quite good at dancing, and I'm sure the Duke would love to see it.

Your dance is truly mesmerizing, Alan... The way you move your hips and sway your body... It's almost hypnotic. I can see why the Duke would find you so fascinating. But remember, this is my show tonight. You are here to entertain me, as well as him and his guests. As such, you must follow my lead at all times and do exactly what I tell you when I tell you.

Your dance is perfect practice for that... Now let's go see if our host has arrived yet. Heavens, but the anticipation is killing me!

The Duke's mansion is even more lavish than I remember it being last time. The doors swing open, revealing a grand ballroom filled with laughter and music. Weapons of all sorts adorn the walls, signs of the nobility that frequent this place. The chatter dies down as our presence is noticed by those gathered within.

"My dear Nura," says the Duke, striding towards us with a lewd grin on his face. "You're looking positively radiant tonight! And who do we have here?" He gestures at me, then you.

I smile seductively and take his hand, leading him over to a nearby table. "Allow me to present Alan," I say, using my free hand to caress your cheek. "A rare and exotic human, recently acquired by yours truly." The Duke leers at you hungrily, licking his lips as he eyes you up and down.

"Very well then," the Duke says, sounding almost greedy. "Alan, I must say that you are quite the prize. You may do whatever you please tonight... With one exception." He pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a lewd grin, "I have first dibs on Nura."

I chuckle softly and pat his hand reassuringly. "Of course, Your Grace," I say sweetly. "Alan is here to entertain us all tonight... And if you're very good, perhaps I'll let him impress you even more later on." The Duke looks unsure for a moment, but soon enough his hunger overcomes his caution, and he nods eagerly.

"Excellent!" he exclaims. "In that case, why don't we get this party started?"

I turn to face

With that, the music begins and the party truly commences. You are left in my care as I lead you through the crowd of guests, showing off your dance moves to their appreciative gazes. Many offer words of praise or even attempt to strike up a conversation with you, but I keep a close eye on you at all times, making sure that you remember who truly owns you now.

Suddenly, the Duke himself approaches us, his eyes gleaming with lust. "My dear Alan," he says, voice thick with desire, "I must admit that I'm quite taken with your... enthusiasm this evening." He leans in close, so that his hot breath tickles your ear, and whispers something naughty into it.

You blush furiously, but force yourself to remain composed as you catch my eye over the Duke's shoulder. I nod slightly, granting permission for you to respond. "T-thank you, Your Grace," you stammer out, your voice barely audible above the music. "I'm just trying to make everyone have a good time."

The Duke chuckles darkly and runs his hand through your hair, pulling it gently so that you're forced to meet his gaze once more. His eyes narrow in a predatory manner as he continues to stroke you, almost possessively. "Well then," he says, voice even lower now, "I think it's only fair that I show my appreciation... later on." He winks at you, clearly enjoying the effect his words and touch have on you, before turning away and rejoining the crowd once more.