NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 96: Broken doll(18+)

Chapter 96: Broken doll(18+)

The council chamber had become a cathedral of sin.

Lira’s body jolted with each slap—cheeks red, tits bouncing, holes stuffed and overflowing. Her hair clung to her sweat-slicked face, her back marked with streaks of cum and candle wax, her thighs trembling from the nonstop battering.

And yet—

"...thank you..."

It was the only thing she said.

Over.

And over.

No matter how hard they used her.

No matter how cruel the torment.

She didn’t beg them to stop.

She didn’t cry for help.

Just two soft words, whispered through busted lips and a gagging throat:

"...thank you..."

Yoru snarled, gripping her by the jaw.

"Thank you? THAT’S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?"

SLAP!

His palm cracked across her face.

SLAP-SLAP!!

The other cheek followed, swelling red.

"You rejected me, you fucking whore!" he barked, spittle flying. "I loved you! I begged you! And you chose that spineless bastard over me!"

Lira’s head lolled back from the force, her nose leaking blood, her eyes hazy—but her lips moved again, cracked and trembling.

"...thank you..."

Yoru shook her like a ragdoll, fists clenching.

"You were mine! You should’ve been mine! You were made for cock—not love! My cock!"

And then he slapped her pussy.

Hard.

SMACK!

She twitched violently, legs kicking out, cunt already raw and glistening from repeated abuse.

"WHY HIM?!" SMACK! "WHY NOT ME?!" SMACK-SMACK!

"...thank you..."

Her voice was wrecked now, more breath than sound. But she meant it. Every time.

Yoru’s face twisted—pain, rage, lust all melting together.

He shoved her down onto her stomach, ass raised, hole stretched and still twitching with leftover cum from at least three men.

"Then take it, you ungrateful sow," he hissed, lining up again. "Take everything I should’ve given you back then."

And he thrust in.

SHLORRRK—THWACK!

Lira gasped—but didn’t resist. Her body welcomed it. Her thank-yous stuttered through her spit-drenched lips like a broken mantra.

Yoru pounded her, hips slamming into her bruised backside, each impact another act of revenge dressed as fucking.

Behind them, Allen threw his head back and laughed.

Not a chuckle.

Not a smirk.

A full-on, guttural, maniacal laugh that bounced off the chamber walls like thunder in hell.

"HAAAAAHAHAHAHA! Ohhhh FUCK, she’s STILL thanking you?!"

He was still inside Lady Rhelgar—still buried balls-deep in her dripping cunt, still slamming her ass into his hips so hard her whole upper body skidded across the cum-slick stone floor.

"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"

Rhelgar wasn’t even speaking anymore.

Just drooling.

Moaning.

Shaking like a possessed doll as Allen wrecked her from behind, his cock stirring her womb like it was mixing batter.

Her body had no resistance left. Her mind had no thoughts left. She was his. A toy. A breeding thing.

And he was loving it.

"Look at you, Lady Fuckrag!" Allen cackled, slapping her ass again. "You hear her? She’s getting slapped for rejecting someone and still manages to say thank you—you couldn’t even say that after I filled your womb!"

He slammed in deep, his balls slapping against her soaked clit with a wet smack.

Rhelgar screamed.

A raw, broken, primal sound.

Her thighs spasmed.

She came again.

Squirting all over the stone, over Allen’s cock, over herself—a flood of noble shame drenching the floor.

Allen snorted.

"Oh? You like being second place to a cumslut like Lira?" he jeered, yanking her head back by the hair. Her eyes rolled. Her mouth lolled open.

"Th-thank y-you..." she whimpered.

Allen’s eyes widened.

Then he howled with laughter again.

"NO. FUCKING. WAY."

He leaned into her ear, voice dark and filthy.

"You jealous, my little noblehole? You want to be slapped for old heartbreak too? Want me to drag up your teenage regrets while I stretch your royal pussy open?"

She nodded.

So hard.

So fast.

Tears flew from her eyes as she begged for it—silently, desperately, with every twitch of her hips.

Allen licked the sweat from her neck and whispered:

"Then beg for me to ruin you again."

Her voice was a shattered whisper.

"R-ruin me, Master... please..."

And he did.

He bucked into her like he was trying to break through her spine. His cock twisted in her from all angles, dragging across nerves she didn’t even know she had. Her breath vanished. Her thoughts exploded. Her world became Allen.

And in the background?

The elders were grunting.

Spitting.

Fucking.

Lira was sobbing—beautifully, thankfully—her entire body jostling as three ancient men took turns wrecking her pussy, her ass, her throat.

SLAP! SMACK! THWAP!

She never said no.

She only whispered—

"...thank you..."

Allen growled low in his throat, fingers digging into Rhelgar’s hips as he bottomed out, balls clapping wetly against her overstimulated clit.

"Fuck...! Take it... take all of it, noblehole," he snarled.

And then he came.

Hot.

Violent.

Unforgiving.

He slammed in one final time and emptied himself, ropes of thick, boiling cum gushing straight into her womb like a busted pipe. Rhelgar howled—a mindless, gurgling screech as her belly twitched and her whole body convulsed.

Allen didn’t even wait for the twitching to stop.

He leaned back, cock still throbbing, and gave her cum-leaking hole a proud slap.

"Breed complete," he smirked. "Next bitch."

Just as he pulled out, a shadow moved beside him.

Nyra.

On all fours.

Hair clinging to her face, sweat running down her chest, two fat carrots jutting out of her asshole like perverted orange horns.

She crawled up beside Lady Rhelgar’s twitching body, her eyes locked on Allen’s cum-soaked cock—still hard, still twitching, dripping with nobility’s disgrace.

Without a word, she devoured it.

"Mmmmf—gghhh... yes, Master," she moaned around his shaft, slurping the leftovers of Rhelgar’s defeat like it was gourmet. Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing every nerve, tasting shame, power, and seed all at once.

Allen let out a low chuckle.

"Well look at you," he said, watching her ass wiggle as the carrots bobbed with every suck. "Didn’t realize my foxy little cum toilet had a vitamin kink."

Nyra moaned louder at that, drool spilling from her lips as she worked him deeper, licking, worshipping, her fingers reaching back to wiggle the carrots. With each thrust of her hand, they pushed against her insides, squishing, grinding, stretching her open more.

From the far end of the room, another symphony echoed.

Kael was still plowing Elira, his hands gripping her bound wrists behind her back, yanking her onto his cock like she was a fleshlight with legs. Her cries were ragged, her body limp, but her pussy clung to him like it needed him.

"F-fuck—Master Allen... hnnngh! She’s milking me!" Kael gasped.

Allen just smirked as Nyra suckled at his cock like a starving fox in heat.

"She’s still trying to earn her forgiveness," he said. "Don’t you dare finish until she begs me herself."

Kael groaned and kept going—his thrusts rough, desperate, Elira sobbing as she took every inch without protest.

And in the middle of it all?

Lira.

Still on the floor.

Still on her back.

Still taking everything.

Yoru was between her legs again, shoving her thighs apart like he owned her. Jass had her mouth full, balls slapping against her chin, while Doel fucked her ass like he was mining for gold.

Her face was a mess—tears, spit, cum, wax, blood... a Picasso of ruin.

But her lips still moved.

Still whispered.

Still whispered.

"...thank you..."

Allen tilted Nyra’s chin up, his cock now spit-polished and twitching with second-wind energy.

"You done cleaning, slut?" he asked, breath hot.

She nodded eagerly, still stroking the carrots like they were handles on her shame.

"Then get on the table," Allen said. "Time to turn this fox into a fucking salad."