Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 505: The shame

Arabella was well trained indeed.

The mistress that took charge of her training had taught her that when the prince would ask for idle posture, it meant bringing her arms behind her body then folding them up across her back as opposed to doing so over her chest.

"What is taking you so long? His highness has given you a simple order or is your brain incapable of comprehending basic terms?" Zarah’s cold hands landed a harsh smack beneath Arabella’s left tit, causing it to bounce up and then fall. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

she flinched and immediately cross grasped her elbows behind her back which made her breasts pop all the more forward, growing closer to Cedric who still stood in front of her.

The hag gave a hum of satisfaction to that, "Good slut," she hissed right in her ear, "Now, swallow those tears and stop whining! You should be delighted to serve your rightful owners," Zarah went back to stroking Arabella’s nipples ever so softly one second then pinching them so hard until the young woman screamed, "See? Your nipples are standing. Your body wants this! Your body craves this! It can sense that it is finally in its place, serving its sole purpose,"

Arabella kept her head low, sniveling as quietly as her voice could afford to as her fingers dug into her own elbows behind her back.

The shame! Oh the shame to stand fully bare for the cool wind to graze her skin before not one but seven men. None of which she swore loyalty to.

She dared not raise her gaze, but what would have the purpose of that been anyways? All there was to see was seven pairs of malice and hunger ridden eyes, feasting on her tender flesh.

"This is General Harold," Cedric gestured at the man that had first told her to come his way, "In a woman, he craves breasts the most and as we can all see...," he glowered down at her generous chest, "You’ve got plenty of those on you to quench his thirst," after the shortest of pauses, during which his face rendered the most blood chilling of grins, he added, "Go serve him,"

When she waited a second too long to move, Zarah took matters into her own hands, letting go of her tits, walking around before grasping the leash that dangled from Arabella’s collar and yanking her along towards General Harold.

The action was so sudden that the poor girl’s neck nearly cracked. Folded head forward, she was forced to trail behind the hag like nothing but the slave they made her into.

Zarah stood to his side and tugged a second time at the leash, tossing her onto the man she was supposed to please.

Harold’s beefy hands went right on her hips, caressing her smooth skin as his breath threatened to hitch in his throat. Eyes refusing to blink, stuck on her tits, his voice finally found its way back to him, "Put those udders in my mouth, whore," he practically whispered.

As her tits hang over Harold’s eager mouth, Arabella shut her eyes in the hopes of travelling to a different realm, a happier place where none of their hands or voices reached her.

"Every second you hesitate is another proof of resistance and insubordination," Cedric settled back in his chair, throwing his leg over its cushy arm, "And each of those seconds brings me closer to snapping my fingers and punishing that poor brother of yours for your deeds. I am sure you don’t want that, do you?"

"His highness asked you a question!" Zarah gave yet another, sudden tug at the leash, increasing the strain around her frail neck.

"No, I don’t want that, your highness!" she squeaked, her eyes still squeezed shut.

"Good! Now do as told and stick those udders in the good General’s mouth, slut," Zarah yanked at the leash again.

Very slowly, as though someone was peeling the skin off her flesh, Arabella bent forward more while keeping her eyes shut until something warm and wet connected with her nipple, earning a jolt out of her.

As soon as the connection was established, it was like all hell had broken loose in Harold. The man sealed his lips around her and suckled on her tit like a hungry boar that hadn’t been fed in long days.

His touch around the waist already stung enough, but upon grabbing her breasts, her skin burned to no end as he pressed without regard to the pain he caused.

Once tired from trying to suck her soul out of her tit, Harold turned to painting circles around her nipples with his tongue, going from one to the other at a quick pace before reverting back to suckling and nibbling on them.

The light clacking of heels from her side indicated movement. That of Zarah who went to place herself right behind Arabella.

The old hag gave her ass two good spanks in which she put a lot of effort.

Arabella yelped and leaped in place after each hit, but Zarah couldn’t care less that her pink bums still stung.

Indeed, she immediately grabbed two fists full of her ass cheeks and forcefully spread them apart.

Cool air caressed her exposed slit until an electrifying jolt shot up her uterus when Zarah shoved a finger inside Arabella’s hole and wiggled it against her inner walls.

"Hmmm... This cunt is wet enough and ready for use," she kept thrusting her finger in and out of Arabella while leaning forward to whisper those filthy words, "Look how happy your body is when you serve your true purpose!"

"Of course she is happy!" Cedric chimed in, "A good whore only lives to serve!"

No! No! Arabella wasn’t happy about it! She wanted none of it! In fact, death would have been a greater grace than the unadulterated humiliation they were subjecting her to, but alas biology did not care for the heart’s true desire.

Before the relentless stimulation they were forcing upon it, her body could do nothing other than submit.