NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 104: Branding (Heavy smut 18+)

Chapter 104: Branding (Heavy smut 18+)

Elira was barely conscious.

Her body twitched, slack and broken, a leaking canvas of fluids and bruises. Her face was smeared in cum, spit, and sweat. Her belly was distended, sloshing with semen from three cocks stuffing her holes in tandem. Her ass gaped, her pussy gaped, her mouth hung open like she was trying to scream—but no sound came.

She looked like a doll someone had fucked the soul out of.

And that’s when Rinni pounced.

"Okay~ my turn!" she chirped, skipping across the stone floor, her bare feet splashing through the puddles of filth that pooled beneath Elira’s limp form. "You had your fun, you old ballsacks—now let me play!"

Yoru slapped Elira’s ass one more time as he pulled out, laughing as a flood of cum followed him. "She’s all yours, mistress rinni."

Rinni grabbed Elira by the hair and yanked her up onto her knees.

The maid whimpered, blood mixing with drool at the corner of her lips.

Rinni crouched in front of her, face-to-face.

"Awwww," she cooed, pinching Elira’s cheek. "You poor lil’ thing. Did the nasty old foxies break your holes?"

Elira didn’t answer. She couldn’t.

Rinni licked her lips.

"Good," she whispered—and then slapped her.

Elira’s head snapped to the side, fresh tears spilling down her already-wet cheeks.

Allen watched from his throne of maids, Fina still riding him lazily, bouncing in slow, sloppy strokes, her body completely relaxed from overstimulation. She looked down at Elira and snorted.

"Still breathing," she muttered. "That’s impressive."

Allen smiled. "Not for long."

Rinni bent down and scooped up a smaller bucket—one filled with the runoff from Lira’s last breeding. Mixed cum. Sweat. Old spit. Her juices. Kael’s.

"Let’s start with a facial," Rinni said sweetly—and then splashed the bucket across Elira’s face.

She let out a strangled moan as the putrid mixture soaked her again, soaking her hair, matting it down, dribbling down her breasts and into the cuts and bruises littering her skin.

Rinni giggled. "You look so cute like this. Like a piss-drenched rag someone left out too long."

She reached behind her and pulled out a thick leather collar with spikes—and strapped it around Elira’s throat, buckling it tight.

"From now on," Rinni said, dragging the leash down, "you don’t walk. You crawl. Like the fuckpet you are."

Elira whimpered, her legs shaking.

Rinni yanked the leash.

"Crawl."

Elira dropped to all fours again, more out of instinct than obedience. She dragged herself forward, the chain clinking as Rinni pulled her across the floor, leading her in a slow circle around the throne. The other maids whimpered beneath Allen, twitching from the cursed itching leaf still inside their pussies, watching in horror as Elira was paraded like a defeated animal.

When Rinni stopped, she crouched behind Elira, spread her ass cheeks, and spat on her gaping hole.

"Still open, huh?" she whispered. "Let’s fill it again."

She reached into a nearby basket of "punishment tools" and pulled out a polished wooden dildo that lady Nyra used to mastrubate.

Elira saw it—tried to protest—but all that came out was a weak gurgle.

Too late.

Rinni shoved it in.

Elira screamed.

The dildo popped through her destroyed sphincter with a nasty wet sound, disappearing inside her with a twitch of muscle—and staying there, stretching her open like a grotesque stopper.

Rinni licked her fingers, then smeared the leftover lube across Elira’s clit—rubbing slow circles while whispering filth into her ear.

"Do you feel that? All this mess inside you? All this cum, all this shame? It’s yours now. It’s who you are. You’re not a maid. You’re not even a woman. You’re just a cumtoy with a name."

Elira moaned.

Moaned.

Allen sat up.

"Is she enjoying it?" he asked, voice cold.

Rinni smirked. "I think she’s about to cum."

Allen’s smile turned to a sneer.

"Don’t let her."

Rinni nodded—and slapped Elira’s clit hard, twice in quick succession.

The maid spasmed, her back arching, her moan dying in her throat.

Denied.

Again.

She collapsed forward, face pressed to the floor, drooling into the filth.

Rinni stood up, twirled her hair, then stomped on Elira’s back with one foot.

She ground her heel into the base of her spine, forcing Elira to stay flat.

Allen rose from his throne now, cock glistening from Fina’s soaked cunt, his body towering above the mess.

He walked forward slowly, dragging the leash connected to Nyra behind him—his foxkin pet still gagged and plugged, crawling after him like a forgotten toy.

He stopped in front of Elira, standing over her.

She tried to look up at him.

Big mistake.

He grabbed the small bucket with cum and poured right over her face.

The white stream splashed across her cheeks and forehead, dripping into her eyes, her mouth, her nose. She choked on it. Spluttered. Twitched beneath his boots.

Then Allen cummed on her himself.

Long, hot, and white.

Straight into her open mouth.

Fina crawled up beside him, giggling like a maniac, jerking his cock while he cumming to spray it across Elira’s tits and hair. Rinni was laughing too, clapping her hands, watching Elira gulp and choke and swallow.

"You’re mine now," Allen said softly. "Mine to break. Mine to ruin. Mine to flush."

He grinned.

"And you’re not even halfway done."

Elira trembled beneath him, face painted in fresh cum, body leaking from every hole, heart thudding in ragged defiance.

Allen crouched beside her, fingers sliding along her chin, tilting her face up gently—like a lover would.

"And you’re not even halfway done," he whispered again, softer this time. Almost tender.

She flinched, blind with humiliation, but she didn’t resist. Couldn’t.

Allen turned to Rinni. "Plug her pussy."

Rinni didn’t hesitate. She grabbed a fat, wooden dildo from the basket—one molded in the shape with vains. Nyra’s. It even had the faintest imprint of her name etched along the shaft.

Elira saw it, and for a split second, her mouth twitched. Was it horror? Recognition? She wasn’t allowed to speak. She wasn’t allowed to feel.

Rinni shoved the dildo into her raw pussy with a wet, suctioning squelch. The sound echoed. The room winced.

"There we go~" Rinni sang. "Two holes plugged. One left."

Allen cracked his neck.

Then lifted his boot—and pressed it against the back of Elira’s head.

"You want to breathe, slave?"

She whimpered.

He ground her face into the filth. Into the puddle of mixed cum and spit and ass juice beneath her.

"Then suck it up."

Her lips parted, instinctively. She swallowed. Again. Again.

"Good toy," Allen murmured. "Clean your mess."

Fina moaned beside them, stretching lazily on her back, legs spread wide as she rubbed her own soaked cunt with three fingers. "She looks like a fuck mop. I love it."

Allen chuckled. "She is a fuck mop."

And then—he pulled something new from behind his throne.

A branding rod.

Still glowing faintly red.

Rinni gasped. "Ooooh~ is it time?"

Allen nodded.

"Elira belongs to us. Let’s make it permanent."

Fina crawled over, legs shaking, juices still dribbling down her thighs. "Let me do it," she said, voice heavy with hunger. "Let me mark her."

The brand was carved in old beastkin script—an ownership sigil that translated, roughly, to: PROPERTY. SLAVE. CUMDUMP.

Elira heard the hiss. She tried to crawl, legs kicking uselessly beneath her.

Fina laughed and sat on her back.

"Nope."

She leaned down, purring into her ear.

"You’re gonna wear our name forever, bitch."

The brand pressed to her thigh.

SssssssssssHHHHHHH.

Elira screamed—the real kind. Not a moan. Not a cry. A raw, unfiltered wail that tore through her bruised throat like a dying animal.

The stench of burned skin filled the air.

Rinni clapped like it was a birthday party.

Fina kissed the wound.

"There. Now when someone fucks you in the alley, they’ll know who you belong to."

Allen stepped back, cock already hard again. "She’s ready for the next round."

Rinni tilted her head, biting her lip. "Wanna use her to cum in front of the council again? Or should we drag her into the beast pens and let the mutts have their turn?"

Allen smirked.

"Elira."

She lifted her head, just barely. Eyes glazed. Mind gone.

"You want to serve the beastkin fully, don’t you?"

She hesitated. Then—nodded.

Or maybe her head just flopped.

Didn’t matter.

Allen looked at Fina. "Bring the leash."

Fina’s grin stretched wide.

"It’s time we showed the world what loyalty looks like."