Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

But alas, Raven had a lot more to do–and the first thing on his agenda after claiming the servants as his own, was confronting Roswalt's wife. At first, he'd thought of talking to the master of the mansion directly, but deciding to leave him in suspense until it was time for him to die, Raven slipped into Rudeia's bedroom right after she was done offering her body to an orc.

From the arms of the snarly orc to the bathroom attached to her bedroom, Rudeia was busy getting herself clean after the unscrub-able acts that she'd committed. But she never would've expected Raven or anyone for that matter to slip into her room and lay in wait for her to come out of the bath.

'A slave collar?' Being inside the room as a shadow, Raven's eyes instantly darted to the orc lying on the bed. A shimmering violet jewel was attached to his collar–the very source of the magic that had turned him into an obedient slave. Yet despite the effects of the equipment, tears were flowing down the side of the creature's ugly face.

After all, it wasn't a man orc that Rudeia had a slave, but rather a young boy who had no clue what was happening.

Moving closer to the lifeless puppet, Raven reached for the collar to tear it off his neck. But a zap of magic shocked him away.

"Fuck…" Looking at the boy all over, the marks on his body, the burns on his skin, and even the strange mutilation of his genitals with piercings–reflected just how twisted the woman using him was. "Seems like there's only one way to free him."

"Y-yes…" The orc muttered, his eyes barely moving to look at Raven's face.

Paralyzed for most of the day and only allowed to move when Rudeia needed her holes fucked, the boy was beyond saying as not only was he crippled by magic but even his mind was altered in a way that he could never return to normal.

"Kill me." He begged, and closing his eyes Raven granted him what he wanted.

Pressing two of his fingers against the orc's forehead, he shot his brain with a beam of dark magic–killing him in an instant. His body flopped on the bed with no tension left in his muscles and the blood from the back of his skull soon began pooling underneath him. The collar came off on its own as well, and since it was quite a curiosity Raven decided to make use of it on someone else.

'The magic seems to have whittled away, but I bet I can fuel it with my own.' Lifting the collar by his face, he admired the intricate runes written on the underside of its belt. The shimmer in the jewel was gone with the slave's death, but it quickly returned although this time with a dark glow as Raven fueled it with his own magic. 'Now to wait…'

Turning his attention to the bathroom, he slipped into the shadows and awaited his prey right beside the bathroom door. Waiting with the collar in hand, Raven felt it shrinking to match the size of the woman he had in his mind. Somehow, the apparatus knew what its master wanted, and it was ready to yield to his demands.

Finally, as the shower's tipper tap halted, Rudeia walked out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her body. Walking right past Raven unknowingly, she had her eyes set on the orc lying on her bed. But as she grew closer, a gasp of horror escaped her lips.

"WH-WHA-WHAT!?" Stumbling a few steps back with shock she landed right in Raven's arms, and the mage didn't waste a second to put the collar around her neck. AHHH! WHO!? GU-GUAR–MHMM!"

Halfway through her screaming, the collar tightened around her neck. Choking her off breath, it wouldn't let her breathe even a single word. She grabbed its strap and tried to pull it off all the while rushing away from Raven. But a phantom force slammed her face first to the ground, breaking both her stride and her spirit to touch that strap ever again.

"AUGHHH! OWWW! THIS…SHHHH!" Hissing and groaning on the ground, the mansion's mistress hadn't a clue what was happening. She hadn't even seen the man who was doing this to her, however, Raven had no intentions of changing it just yet either.

Moving closer to the woman, he placed his feet on her face and kept her pinned to the ground. For a moment he wanted to crush her under his boots–an urge drawn by the monster sleeping inside. Managing to keep a hold of his actions, he didn't allow it to take over and instead did something that would prove more rewarding in the future.

"On the night of your daughter's wedding, I'll come to get you–until this act as if we never met and bury the orc with some dignity," curling his fingers into a fist, he continued choking her. "And if you tell anyone about what happened tonight, I'll give you something rougher than a mutilated orc dick. Maybe it'll be a sword or an iron club with spikes?

Who knows, maybe I'll just leave it to the girls your husband has been raping to decide."

Barely catching what she'd been told Rudeia's eyes fluttered at the edge of her consciousness. But even so, she managed to get a few words out of her mouth before being forced to submit to darkness.

"W-who are y-you?"

"Doesn't matter," Raven responded before kicking her head unconscious.

With everything for the night done it was time to leave the mansion, but despite hoping to get one of the many tasks off of his shoulders, it seemed like he was walking out with more work than he'd settled.

'The Mistress has a lot to answer once I'm done dealing with this family…' Roswalt may have been the rapist, but that didn't mean that the Mistress was off the hook completely. She was complicit in the crime merely by providing him with the girls and even keeping it a secret for who knows how long at this point?

"Maybe it's time to beat some sense into her too," Raven muttered, making a mental note of an eventual meeting with the succubus living under their feet.