NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 88: Five maids(18+)

Chapter 88: Five maids(18+)

Allen crossed his arms and let his gaze sweep over the five kneeling maids—bound, naked, soaked in sweat and shame. Their thighs quivered, their hips subtly grinding against nothing, and their eyes... their eyes were wild.

Fina crouched behind them, casually blowing air at their puffy, twitching pussies like she was teasing campfire embers. One of them moaned. Another nearly tipped over.

"Here’s the deal," Allen said, voice calm and cruel. "You’re not scratching anything until you’ve told me the filthiest thing you’ve ever done for the Rhelgar family."

A desperate whimper rippled through the row.

"You’ll beg me for the right to scratch your slutty, burning cunts," he continued. "And if you lie... if you hold back even a single dirty detail...?"

He leaned in, voice a whisper.

"I’ll rub more of the leaf on myself."

The maids shuddered.

Allen pointed to the first girl on the left—young, freckled, with straw-blonde hair matted to her forehead. Her name tag, once worn proudly with the Rhelgar crest, now dangled limply around her throat.

"Start talking, Calla."

She gulped, her eyes glassy with tears.

"I... I was the youngest maid assigned to Lord Rhelgar’s sons," she began. "And when Prince Maedor turned eighteen, the Lady herself gave me to him."

Allen raised a brow. "What does ’gave’ mean?"

Calla whimpered. "I had to kneel on his bed, naked, and let him mount me like a dog in front of the whole family. The Lady watched. His sister watched. I had to smile. Say thank you. Afterwards..." Her voice cracked. "Afterwards I had to lick the sheets clean."

Fina grinned.

Allen just tilted his head.

"Beg."

Calla gasped. "P-please, Master Allen, I... I need to scratch—my pussy feels like it’s full of fire ants—please, please let me scratch it!"

Allen smirked. "Denied."

She sobbed.

Next.

A curvier girl with dusky skin and long jet hair. Her name was Mira.

"I was assigned to Lady Syla," she choked. "She liked to—she liked to lie on top of me when she slept. Naked. She said I was warmer than any furs. She’d rub her cunt on my thigh until she came, and I wasn’t allowed to move... or breathe too loud."

She glanced down, ashamed. "Sometimes she left her juices in my mouth overnight. Just to see if I’d swallow in my sleep."

Fina laughed out loud. "Rhelgar hospitality."

Allen’s tone was cold. "Beg, Mira."

"I’ll say anything, I’ll do anything—please, I need to scratch—my clit’s swollen like a plum—!"

"Still denied."

Her whole body shook.

Next.

A redhead with high cheekbones and haunted eyes. Niva.

"I—I was a virgin when I joined," she said flatly. "The Rhelgar twins—both of them—used me on the same night. Took turns in front and back. They bet on who could make me cum harder. Said I wouldn’t get to sleep until I thanked them both by name."

She clenched her thighs uselessly. "They called it a ’training session.’"

Allen raised a hand. "Scratch?"

She nodded frantically.

"Too bad."

Niva wailed.

Next.

A pale, freckled girl with trembling lips. Tessa.

"I was Lady Rhelgar’s seat," she confessed. "She used me like a chair. Sat on my face while having wine. Gave me commands through... through her pussy."

She whimpered. "One time she made me say ’I love your taste, my queen’ until I passed out."

Allen gave a low whistle.

"Good girl. Beg."

"Please, please, let me scratch—I-I’m losing my mind!"

"Denied."

Final girl.

Olive skin. Short hair. Sharp jaw. Brin.

"I was the family’s virgin-breaker," she said flatly.

Allen blinked.

"What?"

Brin stared ahead. "Before the noble sons touched their betrothed, they practiced on me. One by one. Sometimes in groups. I trained them to last. Taught them how to use their fingers. Lady Rhelgar made me moan loud enough to boost their confidence."

"And did you fake it?" Allen asked.

Brin looked him dead in the eyes.

"No."

Allen smiled.

Then turned to the rest.

But before he could speak, Elira—still stained in ink, breathless and sweating from earlier—suddenly stood.

"Stop this!" she snapped, voice hoarse. "You’re Rhelgar maids! Have some pride! Don’t humiliate yourselves for these beasts! Don’t scratch. Endure it. We’ve served with dignity—don’t throw it away now!"

The room went silent.

And then—chaos.

"You shut your proud bitch mouth!" Calla snarled, teeth bared.

"Yeah?" Brin spat. "Then YOU rub itching leaf inside your ’dignified’ cunt and tie your hands like the rest of us!"

"You think we asked for this?" Mira screamed. "You stood there while they used us!"

Tessa snapped, "If you’re so proud, why are you leaking down your thighs like a traitor?"

Niva growled, "Either suffer like we do, or shut the fuck up, Elira!"

They lunged forward, straining at their bonds. Elira backed away, stunned, shaking.

Fina just folded her arms, grinning. "Wow. That backfired hilariously."

Allen chuckled. "Can’t punish her though."

"I know," Fina sighed dramatically. "You’re so annoying with your rules."

Allen turned back to the kneeling, humiliated pack of maids.

"You all did so well," he said mockingly. "But the answer is still the same."

He stepped forward.

"You don’t get to scratch. Not yet. Maybe not ever."

All five screamed—sobbed—twitched. Their hips rocked involuntarily. Eyes rolled back. One of them drooled openly. Another bit her lip until it bled.

Allen smiled wide.

"You wanted to serve the Rhelgars," he said. "Now you’ll learn what real service looks like."

Allen’s smirk faded.

The room fell into dead, terrifying silence.

He looked down at the five ruined maids—collared, leaking, broken things—and then slowly turned his head toward Elira, who sat trembling in the chair, thighs slick and cheeks flushed with unspoken arousal.

"You think this is mercy?" Allen said coldly.

He snapped his fingers.

"Fina."

Fina stood to attention, her grin sharpening.

"Punish them."

Her eyes lit up. "With pleasure."

"No holding back," Allen said, his voice like steel dragged across bone. "They served the Rhelgar family with their bodies. Now they’ll suffer for it with the same."

He walked toward Elira, slow, deliberate. She shrank into the chair, eyes darting from him to the maids now being forced onto all fours by Fina’s grip and growl.

"You," he said, pointing to her with the weight of judgment. "You’ll watch every second."

Elira swallowed hard.

Allen bent down, his voice a whisper that burned.

"And you’ll finger yourself while it happens."

Her mouth fell open.

"No..."

"Yes," he snapped, eyes flashing. "You’ll keep your eyes on them. You’ll rub your filthy, traitorous cunt while you watch what happens to your sisters."

He leaned even closer.

"And every time you moan, you’ll write another truth on your body. In ink. Permanent."

He gestured to the side—where Elder Lira still lay collapsed on the floor, marked from head to toe in cun, her body slack and defiled, glistening with proof of her downfall.

Elira’s eyes widened in horror.

Then Allen pointed behind him.

Jass. Doel. Yoru.

The three foxkin elders stood with arms crossed, looming like monsters in judgment—the same three who had ravaged Lira’s dignity into dust.

"You want that?" Allen asked.

Elira trembled.

"Because if your hands stop moving... if I catch you hesitating... then I’ll have those three bring your body to the same state as hers. They’ll make you write your name in their cum."

Elira whimpered. Her thighs clenched. Her hands... began to move.

Slowly, shamefully, she slipped them between her legs.

Allen rose, satisfied.

"Good girl."

He turned back to Fina. "Make it hurt."

With a wicked cackle, Fina cracked her knuckles and grabbed the ceremonial crop again.

Then the punishment began.

She didn’t tease. She didn’t play.

She whipped.

Brin screamed first—a sharp crack across her inner thigh that left a welt already forming.

Then Calla. Across the ass. Then across the cunt.

"Don’t squirm," Fina growled. "I’ll aim higher."

Mira bit into her own wrist to stop from screaming. Fina noticed. Whipped her tits next. Left angry red lashes across those soft mounds until she wailed like a dying animal.

"You all served the Rhelgars?" Fina shouted over their cries. "Then serve us now. As pain-pigs. Fuck-rags. Nothing."

The maids convulsed, sobbed, twisted on their knees like worms on a hook.

Allen watched it all, arms folded, expression cold.

Then his gaze slid to Elira.

She was panting now—one hand buried in her cunt, the other scribbling across her own belly in shaky, messy black ink.

"I’m a perverted traitor."

"I want to be punished."

"Rhelgar’s pride made me wet."

Each moan brought a new confession.

She glanced up only once, tears and lust making her vision blurry—and met Allen’s gaze.

He smiled.

"You’re learning."

And behind him, the five maids screamed again as Fina moved to the next tool.

The rod.

The real lesson had only just begun.

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