NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 72: Hidden truths

Allen’s gaze cut sharp as a blade, watching Nyra kneel before him, her eyes flickering with that familiar foxkin fire—but there was something guarded, like she was holding back a damn vault of secrets.

He pulled back, voice low and dangerous. "You said some wild shit about the Rhelgar family and slaves the other day. Spill it. What aren’t you telling me?"

Nyra’s lips pressed tight, eyes darting away like she was calculating whether to fight or fold. Silence stretched—thick and tense—before Allen’s patience snapped.

SMACK!

His hand landed hard across her cheek, echoing through the hut like a thunderclap.

Nyra’s head jerked to the side, eyes wide, heat flushing her cheeks—not from shame, but from the sharp shock of reality cracking through her stubborn pride.

Allen leaned in close, voice a razor’s edge. "No more hiding. Tell me everything."

She swallowed hard, voice trembling but honest now. "The eastern foxkin tribes? We’re backed by the Rhelgar noble family. They’re the reason we can walk these streets dressed like humans—with real clothes, real weapons."

Nyra’s eyes darkened, haunted. "But that support comes at a price. Every month, the tribes have to pay tributes to the Rhelgars. Not gold, not land... but slaves."

Allen’s brow furrowed, but he kept silent, waiting.

"Sex slaves... sacrificial slaves," Nyra whispered. "Those without homes, outcast beastkin—we’re the ones taken. The foxkin who belong to the tribes aren’t used as sacrifices, no. We’re the ’normal’ slaves, the ones who serve and fuck. But the homeless... they’re given up to be sacrificed."

Allen’s chest tightened with a mix of disgust and fury. "So the Rhelgars keep their grip through blood and chains, and the foxkin tribes sell their own to keep their power?"

Nyra nodded, biting her lip. "It’s a brutal system. But without the Rhelgars backing us, we’d be nothing. No weapons, no clothes, no status. Just another hunted tribe."

Allen’s eyes burned, mind racing. The foxkin’s arrogance? Yeah, that was just the surface. Underneath was a raw, ugly truth—power bought with pain, chains, and betrayal.

Allen’s eyes bore into Nyra like a predator locking onto its prey. "Okay, now—what about Fina and Rinni? What the hell are you and your tribe planning to do with them?"

Nyra’s mouth clamped shut, silence stretching like a damn noose. Allen’s patience? Yeah, it snapped hard this time.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

His hand cracked across her face again and again, each slap a sharp punctuation demanding the truth.

Nyra’s tears welled up, hot and bitter, her voice breaking as Allen’s fingers found those sensitive spots—twisting her nipples mercilessly.

A strangled sob escaped her lips. "Please... I—I’ll tell you...!"

She gasped through the pain, voice trembling like a broken thing. "The tribe... the elders... we’re planning to sell Fina and Rinni. To the Rhelgar family."

Allen’s blood boiled, every muscle coiling tight.

Allen’s hand snapped again, a brutal slap that left her reeling.

He yanked his dick free from her trembling hands as she clutched at him, desperate and begging. "Please, Master... please..."

Her voice cracked, needy and raw, but Allen’s glare was ice cold.

"You think I’m gonna let you sell my girls like cattle?" he growled, voice thick with venom. "You and your tribe are about to learn exactly what happens when you fuck with me."

Nyra sobbed, trembling, completely shattered—her loyalty to the Rhelgar family, to her tribe, crumbling under Allen’s ruthless will.

Allen stormed into side of the hut where Fina and Rinni lay tangled in half-sleep, their skin sticky and glistening from the night before—his cum having long since dried, leaving a salty reminder pressed between their slick folds.

"Wake up," Allen growled, voice cold as steel.

Fina’s eyes fluttered open, confusion quickly turning into sharp, fiery awareness as Allen spilled the grim truth..

"The tribe—Nyra’s tribe—they’re planning to sell you both. To the Rhelgar family," Allen said flatly, watching their faces drain of color. "Sex slaves, sacrificial slaves. They’ve been using homeless beastkin for sacrifices while keeping themselves safe, and now they want to put you on the auction block."

Fina’s gaze snapped to Nyra, who was still crumpled on the floor, tears streaking her bruised cheeks.

Without a second thought, Fina sprang up like a damn storm, her hand flying with fierce anger.

SMACK!

Nyra’s head jerked to the side as Fina’s slap landed sharp and full of venom.

"You fucking snake!" Fina spat, voice icy and fierce. "How dare you betray your own? You’re trash!"

Nyra barely had time to recover before Fina’s boot slammed down hard between her legs, kicking her pussy with savage force.

Nyra cried out, collapsing, gasping for breath—her betrayal laid bare in pain and humiliation.

Rinni stood frozen, eyes wide, unable to believe the scene unraveling before her.

"You... you were going to sell us?" Rinni’s voice cracked, disbelief mixing with rising fury. "How could you? We trusted you!"

Nyra whimpered, broken and defeated, while Fina’s glare burned hotter than fire.

Allen stepped forward, voice low and deadly. "This ends now. We’re tearing down every last rotten part of this tribe and the Rhelgar family’s chains. Starting with you."

Nyra lay crumpled on the floor, bruised, humiliated, and trembling like a cornered fox. But desperation clawed through her pride as she gasped out a plea, voice ragged and shaking:

"Please... please stop. If you give me a chance... I swear, I’ll tell you everything."

Fina’s foot paused mid-kick, her eyes narrowing, lips curled in a wicked smirk. "Oh? You will talk? You think that’s enough to save your sorry ass?"

Nyra whimpered but nodded fiercely, tears mixing with sweat. "I know secrets—dark, filthy secrets about the Rhelgar family... and our tribe. The atrocities, the lies... I can tell you everything. The truth no one dares speak."

Allen’s gaze locked onto her, sharp and unforgiving. "You better not be lying."

Nyra swallowed hard, pain flashing across her face—but she pushed through, voice trembling but determined. "There’s a secret prison... hidden deep beneath the eastern forests. The Rhelgar family and us the foxkin elders use it to lock away beastkin from other tribes—those who don’t submit, those who resist. They’re kept as slaves, tortured, or sacrificed in dark rituals to ’honor’ their masters."

Fina’s fingers tightened cruelly on Nyra’s pussy, digging in hard, her nails raking slow and deliberate through slick folds even as Nyra spoke, making her cry out between desperate gasps.

"But that’s not all," Nyra choked out, every word laced with fear. "I have the key. The exact location and the passcodes to the prison. I can show you where they keep them... the ones we’ve been letting rot in darkness while we live in privilege."

Fina leaned closer, grinning with wicked satisfaction. "You think telling us this makes you less of a traitor? You’re still gonna feel every second of what you did."

Nyra sobbed, the pleasure and pain mingling brutally, her body trembling under Fina’s merciless touch.

Allen’s voice cut through the tension, cold and decisive. "If you keep your word, we’ll use that key to tear the whole operation apart. We’ll free those slaves and burn the Rhelgar family’s name to ash."

Nyra’s breath hitched, hope flickering like a fragile flame. "I swear on my blood—I’ll lead you right there."

Fina smirked, withdrawing her fingers slowly, letting Nyra collapse gasping and broken.

Allen stepped forward, fingers curling into fists. "Good. Because if you lie... next time, you won’t get a warning."