Ana took a long breath, allowing the thick scent of sex to invade her nostrils, then she admired that room.
The place had become a palace of utter debauchery. Everywhere in the room, she could see Elizabeth's servants completely spent.
Some were still passed out, others could barely move, while their bodies still trembled with the memories of pleasure.
At the center of the massive four-poster bed, Elizabeth lay sprawled across the silk sheets, her golden hair fanned out in disarray. Her dress was torn, and her legs were shaking.
Every trace of her noble posture had vanished, leaving her as wanton as any street prostitute. Her features, usually so regal, were now slack with pleasure; her lips parted, drawing in shallow, uneven breaths.
Her naked body glistened with a sheen of sweat and cum. Her full breasts, painted with Nolan's seed, were rising and falling with each exhausted inhale.
Ana could see bright red handprints on the woman's huge ass, and all over her body were bruises and marks from the intense sex.
Between her thighs, her pussy was swollen and glistening, a slow trickle of cum seeping out onto the sheets beneath her.
Ana's lips curled into a satisfied smirk as she took in the sight. Elizabeth, the once proud, untouchable mistress of the mansion, had been thoroughly claimed, just like all the others, because she was just a woman at the end of the day.
Finally, her gaze swept the room again, noting the discarded clothes, the overturned furniture, the way the curtains were half-torn from the rods. But it didn't matter where she looked, Nollan was not there.
"Where is he?" She moved closer to one of the maids who seemed to be awake."
"I'm not sure, he left the room…" The woman answered in a weak tone. "I think he was fucking the other, I could hear her moans."
Ana sighed. It made sense that he first went to Elizabeth, and just after taking care of his target, he lost control, and fucked all the other girls.
And it was not like she really needed to worry; she was sure no one could hurt her master, he was just too strong.
Then, a soft whimper drew her attention back to Elizabeth. The blonde stirred slightly, her fingers twitching against the sheets as if reaching for something, or someone, who was no longer there. A faint, needy moan escaped her lips before she stilled again, lost in the depths of her exhaustion.
Ana's smirk deepened. Oh, you're dreaming about him? She thought.
"My, my. Even the lady of the house has fallen." Ana murmured happily, seeing how needy Elizabeth looked; she probably wouldn't even need to use her influence to force the blonde bitch to become Nolan's pet. She would do so willingly.
"Hey, wake up," Ana said, smiling, then kicked the woman awake.
Elizabeth's eyes fluttered open, the deep blue irises clouded with confusion.
The world came back to her in pieces: the ache in her muscles, the tender throb between her legs. Her gaze focused on Ana.
"Who are you?" Elizabeth asked, her voice tired, but holding a bit of her usual arrogance.
Ana didn't answer immediately. Instead, she reached into a fold of her own clothing and produced a small, polished onyx badge.
It was etched with a symbol of a globe encircled by a serpent eating its own tail.
Elizabeth's breath hitched seeing the unmistakable sigil of the World Order's highest Authority. Her body began to tremble, a wave of terror washing over her.
"I see that you have already turned into my master's slave," Ana said, her voice cold. "But he has no time for cheap sluts like you. So, from now on, you will report to me. Is that understood?"
The command brooked no argument. Elizabeth knew very well she could not even think about going against the woman before her.
"I... I understand," Elizabeth stammered, her voice small. "I will report to you."
A thin, cruel smile touched Ana's lips. "Good girl." She tucked the badge away as if it were nothing. "Now, for your first task. My master's arrival here was... unsubtle. There will be questions. Your guards are incapacitated, your home is in disarray, and you have been absent from your duties. You will deal with all potential repercussions."
"As you wish."
Ana leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a cold whisper, "You will tell whatever story is necessary. By the time the sun sets tomorrow, there will be no rumors, no investigations, and no trace of my master's presence that can be followed."
"I will make it so," Elizabeth said. "No one will know he was here."
"One more thing, I want you to use your influence to secure a position as the head of the police and investigative system. That way, you'll be able to protect Master if the need ever arises."
"But I'd have to give up my place in the clan…" Elizabeth murmured.
In this world, members of public institutions were forbidden from holding leadership roles or any high position within their clans. In a sense, the clans functioned as self-contained societies, existing apart from the ordinary world.
Ana hit Elizabeth.
The sharp crack of the slap echoed in the silence of the room. Elizabeth's head snapped to the side, a gasp of shock tearing from her throat.
The force of the slap sent a fresh tremor through her spent body, and her hand flew to her face, fingers pressing against the hot, reddening skin.
"Let me be clear," Ana's voice was low, a whip of steel wrapped in silk. "You do not have a 'position' in your clan anymore. You do not have choices. The life you led, the power you wielded, the pride you felt, it is all ash. It ended the moment my master decided to claim you."
Ana leaned in, her presence suffocating. "What you did… your previous arrogance in thinking you were untouchable… this will be your punishment: eternal obedience. You don't get to murmur your petty concerns to me. You will not question me again. Is that understood?"
Tears welled in Elizabeth's eyes, a mixture of pain, humiliation, and the dawning, horrifying realization of her new reality.
She lowered her hand, her shoulders slumped in utter submission.
"Y-yes," she whispered, her voice broken. "I understand."
Ana gave a curt, approving nod. "Do not disappoint me."
With that, Ana turned and walked away, her footsteps silent on the plush carpet, leaving Elizabeth alone in the wreckage of her old life, the weight of her chains settling firmly upon her soul.
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