Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 514: One purpose

Once anew, Arabella awoke to a cold splash of water dumped right onto her face as well as the contorted features of the old hag that promised to make her life more miserable than it already was.

"I told you to ponder your circumstances, not to take a nap, you stupid whore!" she screeched before tossing the whole bucket at Arabella’s head.

Emeric and limbo were no more. Indeed, the room around her was no longer bathed in pitch blackness as all the torches hanging from the four walls making that space had been ignited.

No decorations hung on those rough stone bricks and tiles. Instead, there were... Tools.

"On your feet right this second! And keep those filthy hands in idle position!"

Despite her shaky knees, the young woman immediately sprang into action, lest a slower response would further aggravate her tormentor.

Eyes on the floor before her own feet, Arabella dug her nails into her elbows to maintain the last shreds of control over her trembling body, but to no avail, of course.

The thoughts and voices that screamed in her head, the images of her past flashing before her corneas of a time she wished nothing but to leave behind.

All around her exposed body lay those tools that her previous "teacher" either utilized on her or brought along for show.

For example, the large bin full of basic, wooden crop sticks that Zarah was dangerously nearing and extending her hand towards...

The old hag took her sweet time, fiddling with those canes until the desire struck to pick one out of the lot.

She turned around to face Arabella in a somewhat deliberately slow manner, a grin on her lips, parading that thing as though it stood as the most majestic thing in the world to ever be.

"As I instructed you before," she started, walking in slow circles around the young woman, "You may refer to me as madame in public, but as mistress when we are in these quarters. I am sure you are no stranger to the honorific,"

It sounded like a question so, Arabella knew what to do, "Yes, mistress,"

The lower part of the crop connected with the young woman’s legs, giving them not so gentle taps, "Quit shaking like that! I know you are a whore but keep that to when you are serving your purpose!" after a short pause during which Zarah still walked around her, studying every inch of her body with a terrifying glint in her eyes, she added, "Speaking of purpose... Look at you. Look at your body," Zarah caned her on the ass before bringing the crop to Arabella’s tits and doing the same, "How could you ever fall for the deception that you were meant for anything but to serve the way you did today? Look at those hips! Look at these udders! Even that cunt of yours seems to be sculpted for display and constant use,"

Every time the hag brought up a part of her body, the crop would immediately follow her words and fall upon it, wrenching a jolt and a squeak out of the poor young woman. She did her very best to kill the shivers that bothered Zarah so much, but in vain... The drumming of her heart alone forced her entire body to beat along to its rhythm.

"So, do you still believe you were meant for something other than to serve your prince?"

Arabella’s vocal cords twined further as she bit down on her lips to try and stop the tears from flowing, but evidently, no response was the wrong answer.

"I asked you a question, Slut!" Zarah caned her right on her pussy again, that time around a lot harder.

"No, mistress!" Arabella murmured, putting her best efforts into stifling a cry.

"I didn’t hear you! Speak clearly, whore!" the hag yelled while canning Arabella between the legs again.

"No, mistress!" she shrieked in a squeaky voice.

"Then say it clearly. Show me that you understand, now," Zarah held the crop up ready to strike should Arabella give her the wrong answer.

Much to her dismay, the young woman only had a vague idea as to what Zarah expected to hear, but to string the words into a complete and coherent sentence made her entire core churn.

"For how long are you going to make me wait?" she struck between her legs once more.

The sharp, electrifying pain that exploded upon contact from her clit, shot upwards, breaking into little shards that caused the rest of her body to instinctively bend out of shape.

"Stand straight! And spread those legs for me. Keep that cunt exposed until I tell you otherwise! Do you hear?" the hag hissed.

"Yes, mistress!" she cried.

"Good!" Zarah nodded, "But since your pea sized brain seems to not have fully developed, I doubt you will manage to articulate your thoughts without a push. So, I will help you out once more," she took a deep breath and smiled, "You will just have to repeat after me. Is that simple enough for you?" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Yes, mistress," Arabella hung her head low, further pressing her nails into her elbows.

"Good! Now repeat after me when I finish and do not forget to switch the pronoun in my sentence; You, Arabella Sterling were put in this world to serve one, sole purpose. Your cunt, tits and every hole in you were meant to be conquered and used," after that, Zarah sighed and raised her chin, "Go on! Repeat!"

Her lips parted multiple times without a sound ever leaving them which did not please Zarah one bit as she caned the young woman’s pussy without any mercy until syllables were sung.

"I... I, Arabella Sterling, was put in this world to... Serve one, sole purpose...," when she took too long to utter the rest, the crop landed between her legs again, wrenching yet another scream and leap out of her, "My... My cunt, tits and every hole in me were meant to be... Conquered and used,"