Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 519: courtesy

"Exactly!" still standing behind Arabella, staring down at her exposed slit, Zarah hissed again, "But you went and got your cunt used so that ship has sailed now," she grunted through tightened jaws.

Without a warning, the hag shoved not one but two fingers up Arabella’s pussy and wiggled them around against her inner walls. In and out she mercilessly pumped as the young woman cried.

"Would you like to see something that is just as hilarious as it is disgraceful, Irene?" Zarah chuckled.

"Yes, mistress!" Irene squeaked, still stuck in the idle pose with her arms behind her back.

Zarah doubled in speed and intensity, pushing a third finger up the young woman’s entrance, thus forcing it further apart while ignoring her pitiful whimpers.

Truly the most disgraceful part was the fact that Arabella knew all too well what Zarah meant from the way she pressed down her inner-front wall.

The most sensitive spot in her the hag relentlessly used and abused until she could no longer contain the tension that had built up in her lower abdomen, bursting and spraying her fluids all over Zarah’s hand.

"Do you see just how eager this whore is to serve? Do you, just like me, agree that this little cunt was meant for nothing but to be used?"

"Yes, mistress!" Irene chirped without thinking.

"Just look at the way her entire body shivers, hungry for more attention... So, beautiful yet so filthy and disgusting," Zarah stood straight, bringing her cane right down on Arabella’s pussy.

She tapped upwards at it, instead of downwards, wrenching terrified little jolts out of the young woman every time the connection with her sensitive part was established.

"Do you see those streaks of dry cum down her thighs?"

"Yes, mistress!" Irene responded without dallying again. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Always a good sign of servitude, isn’t it?" yet another gut twisting chuckle left Zarah.

The crop taps landed straight on Arabella’s clit, sending sharp electrical jolts up her writhing spine.

"Stand up, whore!" she growled.

As soon as Arabella obeyed, still staggering to stand, Zarah yanked at her leash, dragging her towards a sort of long, rectangular table that had two wooden poles, rising from each side of one end.

"Lay on your back, head further from me, open that cunt and spread your legs!" she ordered.

Upon laying down and executing the order, Zarah took a hold of one ankle before tying it to one pole, then moving on to the second.

Arabella was left, legs up, spread, ass at the edge of the harsh table and vulnerable to any incoming action.

"Come here!" the old hag gestured at Irene to move closer, "Take this!" she handed her the crop, "I want you to cane this cunt until her blood washes away those cum streaks,"

Irene’s breath hitched in her throat, hands shakily clutching the crop as her wide-open eyes clung to Arabella’s exposed pussy, at her complete mercy.

"Are you deaf?" Zarah closed in and hissed in the blond’s ear, "She so graciously agreed to take your punishment for you. The least you can do is enact it with your own hands as courtesy,"

Very reluctantly, the blonde brought the crop upwards, letting it linger in the air for a few seconds before striking down.

Her arm locked in place as Arabella’s first scream reached her ear.

"What in the world was that weak little tap for? What is it supposed to do? Tickle her to sleep?" Zarah grasped Irene’s wrist and yanked up again, "I said cane her cunt until it bleeds! Don’t try to be merciful or else you know what will happen to you," the hag grunted.

Every whip of that crop left its toll. Every hit lacerated her sensitive skin open, burning the thin lined shape of the cane onto her flesh. It wasn’t long before they started overlapping, causing the searing pain to double, triple and so on and so forth until her tender barrier finally gave in, breaking to let blood spill out of its streams.

Irene’s teary eyes were squeezed shut as her hand went up and down, making Arabella’s insides heave and drop with every smoldering strike.

Soon, the air turned scarce for the young woman’s lungs, earning not a second of rest between the thrashes that descended upon her womanhood.

"Aren’t those screams just perfect?" Zarah too had shut her eyes, taking deep breaths in as though inhaling the sweet musk of roses, "But they are getting a little too loud,"

The old hag marched towards the pile of clothing that Irene had left behind upon stripping then rummaged in it for the lace panties among the rest before turning back towards Arabella and stuffing it right in her mouth, thus muffling her shrieks.

"Isn’t this better?"

"Yes, mis-"

"Don’t stop!" Zarah screeched at Irene to continue the caning.

And continue, the canning did. Beaten to blood, her pussy was almost unrecognizable as her cries for mercy turned to a gurgling mess against the lace gagging her pipes.

The assault carried on, every hit falling with a little less energy than the previous until Zarah ordered otherwise which Irene was left with no option but to obey.

The entire table shook as the young woman’s body spasmed with each blow and when the world began to turn dark and hazy, the thrashing finally stopped.

Arabella had no way of understanding what was happening around her as every other voice and noise mingled with her muffled cries.

However, Zarah’s sadism knew no bounds. Indeed, when the ache from canning turned dull a cold hand grabbed onto her pussy, squeezing, pulling and pinching at the bloody and tenderized meat.

That action shocked Arabella right back to reality, drawing breath like there was no tomorrow as her eyes opened the widest they possibly could.

"Now, doesn’t that look just perfect?" Zarah not so gently fondled Arabella’s pussy before briskly slapping on her clit a few times, "Bring this whore some water, Irene," she ordered, "The day is still young, and this was but the warmup. You’ve taken enough naps since this morning haven’t you, slut?" her hand still between Arabella’s legs, the hag bent forward, face hovering an inch over her victim’s.