NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 74: Act like a slave

The room was thick with scented smoke and polished corruption.

Five elders sat around a crescent-shaped table of lacquered blackwood, dressed in flowing robes embroidered with silver moons and crimson thread. Behind them, stained glass windows filtered warm sunlight across plush rugs and trays of untouched fruit.

At the center sat Elder Yoru, the most senior—his white fur immaculate, his long snout twitching with disapproval as Nyra and her "escort" entered the room.

He narrowed his sharp golden eyes.

"Our youngest elder," he said slowly, voice dry as old paper, "why are you bringing the goods here? You know the protocol. The buyers are not due for another week."

Nyra bowed her head just enough to show respect without submission. "I apologize, Elder Yoru," she said smoothly, "but I’ve brought them early for... reconditioning."

Yoru raised a brow. "Reconditioning?"

"The lapinite," she gestured toward Rinni, "was showing signs of fear resistance. And the catkin—" she nodded at Fina, "nearly attacked one of the handlers. I thought it best to show them how deep their leash runs."

"And the human?" snapped Elder Fenlo, another council member, his fur a dull tan. "You thought of selling the human male? Have you lost your mind? If the Rhelgars find out—if the humans know we’re capturing our own—"

Nyra smiled faintly. "He’s not fully human anymore, Elder Fenlo. He was taken during a raid—traumatized beyond repair. We’ve reprogrammed him. Watch."

She turned her head slightly and spoke with cold command, "Allen. Kneel."

Allen didn’t flinch. He dropped smoothly to one knee, gaze blank, posture stiff. "Yes, Lady Nyra," he said, voice flat, mechanical.

Rinni and Fina exchanged quick glances, then mirrored the action.

Rinni whimpered pitifully, casting her eyes downward like a scared little bunny. "I’ll be good, mistress..."

Fina put on a twisted smile—her eyes half-lidded, purring low in her throat. "Use me however the council wishes..."

A few of the elders chuckled, the tension in the room instantly softening into sick amusement.

"Hmm... That one’s got fire," Elder Jass muttered, licking his bottom lip while eyeing Fina. "Perfect for the Rhelgar twins. They always liked the ones that fought back."

Yoru stroked his beard. "The lapinite’s small. Soft. The nobles will love that. They break quickly and sell well. But you’ve taken a risk bringing them all here, Nyra."

Nyra gave a practiced sigh, the kind that sounded burdened and loyal all at once. "I know, Elder. But I thought it wise to show my dedication. To prove I’m ready to handle the inner workings of the tribute trade myself. Not just the clean parts."

That got some attention. Elder Lira—one of the few women on the council—arched a brow, intrigued. "You seek full responsibility for the next shipment?"

"I do," Nyra said, lowering her voice to a velvet purr. "And if this demonstration pleases you, I’d like to personally oversee the delivery to the Rhelgar estate."

A long silence stretched out.

The elders exchanged quiet, whispered murmurs, calculating greed behind every word.

Finally, Elder Yoru leaned forward, tapping his claw against the table. "Very well. Impress us."

He gestured to the trio still kneeling like perfect little slaves. "Show us how broken they truly are."

Allen’s jaw twitched just slightly, his blood boiling beneath the mask.

Nyra stepped forward, her heart hammering. "Of course, Elders. Allow me to demonstrate their obedience."

She turned back to Allen, voice sharp now. "Crawl."

Allen dropped his head and started forward on hands and knees, slow and humiliating, dragging himself across the fine rugs.

Nyra looked at Fina. "Lick the floor."

Fina stuck her tongue out and dragged it slowly over the polished wood, suppressing her snarl so hard her shoulders shook with tension.

Then came Rinni.

"bunny," Nyra said sweetly. "Beg for your life."

Rinni whimpered like a kicked puppy, eyes trembling. "Please, mistress... please don’t beat me... I’ll do anything... please don’t make them hurt me again..."

That one made Elder Fenlo lean back in his seat and sigh in perverse satisfaction.

"Yes..." he said, almost dreamily. "These will fetch very high prices."

But Nyra’s smile didn’t reach her eyes.

Because behind her mask... her plan was already unraveling.

Nyra had barely finished her command when the room shifted. The air thickened—not just with smoke now, but with the sticky heat of lust. The elders, ancient and powerful, leered with renewed hunger, the sight of the kneeling human stoking something perverse deep within them.

"A human," Elder Fenlo mused, licking his dull tan lips. "Obedient. Pretty. Broken." He leaned forward, pupils narrowing as if inspecting a prize hog. "We’ve never had one of those before. Do you think he still dreams, Nyra? Or did you burn it out of him?"

Allen said nothing, his jaw set, eyes lowered—but every muscle in his body screamed tension.

Elder Jass let out a delighted wheeze. "It’s a miracle he hasn’t snapped. Most humans would’ve clawed out their own throats before submitting. But this one? Tamed like a bitch on a leash..."

And then came the soft, honeyed purr of Elder Lira. "Mmm... such obedience deserves reward."

She leaned back in her velvet-cushioned seat, robes parting with intention. Her thighs, pale and smooth beneath glimmering silver fabric, spread open like a throne waiting for worship. She reached down, slow and shameless, and slipped two fingers beneath the gauzy cloth hiding her cunt.

With a practiced pull, she parted her folds, glistening in the sunlight that streamed through the stained glass. "Now I have a slave," she said, voice thick and syrupy. "A human slave... to clean this messy girl down here."

The elders cackled, the sound echoing off polished stone like a pack of hyenas at a feast.

Fenlo clapped once. "Make him lick it. Right here. On the council floor. Let the human see who is his masters."

Meanwhile, Jass’s attention drifted to Rinni, who trembled in her micro bikini maid outfit—if you could call it that. The sheer black fabric clung to her curves like sweat, barely containing her jiggling tits with every fearful breath. "The bunny’s got bounce," he murmured, eyes glued to her chest. "Those soft little pillows could earn us triple in the private auction."

"And that ass," Elder Yoru growled, nodding at Fina. "That feather skirt barely hides anything. A tail and hips like that? The Rhelgar will fight over her."

Fina flinched as the attention focused on her backside, her tail curling protectively—but she didn’t speak.

Nyra stepped forward.

"Enough."

Her voice rang like a whip crack, cool and commanding. "The cat and the bunny are not for your entertainment, Elders."

Several heads turned, annoyed at the interruption.

Nyra’s eyes narrowed, ice beneath fire. "They are product. Carefully groomed, conditioned, and priced for nobility. If the Rhelgar receive used goods—if they suspect even a finger has been where it shouldn’t—they’ll revoke tribute privileges. And then? All of our heads will roll."

A silence followed, thick and tense.

Yoru’s mouth pressed into a thin line. "She’s not wrong."

Lira withdrew her fingers from between her legs with a theatrical sigh. "Pity. I so rarely get to play with something new."

Then Lira chuckled. "Then perhaps we’ll keep the human. He’s already damaged goods. No one will complain if he’s shared around a little."

Nyra’s lips curled in a careful, polite smile. "If you want him, Elder Lira... you’ll need to earn him."

Lira blinked. "Earn?"

"Prove you can handle the fire in him," she said sweetly, then glanced down at Allen—still on all fours, still pretending to be docile. "Because once he stops pretending... well. Let’s just say, even I had trouble taming him."

Allen raised his head slightly, eyes flashing just for a second—just long enough for Elder Lira to go pale.

The mood shifted again, the filthy glee replaced by a more cautious hunger. Dangerous. Unstable.

Yoru finally leaned back, sighing. "Very well, Nyra. You’ve made your point. Continue your... demonstration."

Nyra gave a slight bow, concealing her smirk.

She’d bought them time. Not much. But enough.

Because under all the obedience, the humiliation, the theater—Allen was still burning. And when the fire came... it would consume them all.