Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 511: Pure poison

The flesh around her anus hole stretched so thin, it threatened to catch fire before being ripped to shreds.

Having two rods play with her insides was as if someone had shoved both hands up there and continued to pull her wide apart with the intent of eventually destroying her.

But there was no other alternative but to take it all, just like she had to take their cum inside as well when they finished.

Once more, she was allowed no break after that abuse. Zarah instantly started tugging on her leash towards the ground.

"Get on your knees, whore! Your work isn’t done here!"

She was made to crawl on her hands and knees across the room towards another General as chunks of sperm continued to ooze out of both holes.

"Put your mouth around that cock, slut!" the hag tugged to force the young woman’s head up, "Assume idle pose again and arch that back while you pleasure General Roald,"

Still on her knees, Arabella grabbed her elbows behind her back and took Roald’s cock in her mouth.

After that, he took matters into his own hands by thrusting inside her throat then holding his rod deep in her oral cavity until she gagged for air.

"There you go!" Roald, slouching further in his chair whispered, "Take that cock like the good slut you are!"

He alternated between thrusting, choking her with his meat and then sitting still while forcing her head to go up and down his dick.

Her mouth was really put to work with no breaks, causing her to drool, coating all of his groin and thighs in a thick, sloppy mess.

"Swirl that filthy tongue around me! Give it your best!" he ordered, tugging at the leash until her lips touched his bullsack and maintaining her in that position until her gag reflex was triggered again.

Zarah was having the time of her life, beating Arabella’s ass cheeks from behind, refusing to stop even when they stung. The muscle contraction it yielded in her prompted more cum to drip out of her used holes and down her thighs.

The young woman’s tears and cries meant nothing to them. They continued taking what they wanted at her expense no matter how hard she screamed, with every thrust, every slap, every spank, tug of the hair or throat.

"I am close!! General Roald barked, "Faster, whore!" his fingers kept curling around her hair, yanking her face back and forth on his cock.

The throat fucking persisted for a few more minutes until the man burst right inside her, forcing her to keep his cock in her mouth as he emptied his sludge down her pipe.

The poor thing spasmed, gagged and nearly choked on that rotten dung he released, but the General had not a care in the world for that, relaxing back in his chair, breathing in and out as all of his frustration was dumped onto her.

When he finally released her, Zarah wasted not a second and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back, "Open your mouth and hold out your tongue, whore!"

Arabella did as told which earned her a twisted glare from the old hag, "Swallow it all! Don’t you waste a lick of that precious seed!"

With a lot of strain and residual gagging, she was finally able to swallow the last drops of that poison.

Only then did Zarah toss her exhausted figure to the floor.

"General Atticus!" Cedric’s voice rose again, "What do you wish to do with our new toy? What dance do you want her to perform for your pleasure?"

Through half lidded eyes, Arabella gazed up at the so-called Atticus, chin proudly high, seated straight in his chair, glaring down at her.

"I do not like to be the last served. I’ll pass for today," he never blinked, and never took his eyes off her while speaking.

"I am afraid that as the youngest of the Generals, you will have to show respect in different ways to your seniors, namely being served last in various scenarios," the prince titled his head, looking a tad less amused all of the sudden.

"I understand," said Atticus, "I will still pass for today," his tone never shifted once.

"Very well," the prince sighed, "You heard the man, Zarah. Take this dirty whore out of my sight and ensure that she toes the line she belongs on. You may do as you please with her for now," his grin returned brighter and wider.

"Oh! Yes, I will, your highness!" Zarah rushed to bow, "Thank you for the trust you put in me,"

With that, the old hag yanked the leash upward until Arabella stood to her feet again.

"Keep an idle position as we walk out of here unless you are told otherwise,"

Out of there? They were going to make her walk around the castle fully nude?

Why did that even surprise Arabella? It was exactly the sort of low manoeuvre they’d subject her to.

Hands behind her back, Arabella struggled to keep up with the pace of the older woman due to the amount of exertion her body had been put through.

The whispers of the onlookers blared in her ears, the looks of horror, pity and disgust she earned through the hallways were burned into her corneas, forcing her to see nothing else even when squeezing her eyes shut.

But as if that wasn’t enough, Zarah stopped in her tracks and yelled at her to do the same, "Stand still whore!" she howled before turning to the spectators around them, "What is it you’re all looking at? Are you wondering about the stains and the streaks of filth coating her body?" she yelled, gathering more and more attention and eyes around them, "Yes! It is exactly what you’re all thinking it is! It is cum dripping down her legs! It is cum that once filled her cunt and ass!" the old hag nodded with a satisfied smile looking between the curious men and women spectating the show, "This whore just served no less than five cocks, and she took them all at the same time! And she did a bang-up job at it, might I add? She is such a natural!"

Even the raging fire that burned her core failed at protecting her shivering body from their cold glares and judgements.

In front of such a devastating affront, Arabella found nothing more helpful than to hang her head low and stifle her cries, lest she’d earn the wrath of that cruel hag again.