Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 520: At their mercy

They did not walk out the same door Zarah had brought her into the training room the first time around. Instead, Arabella was made to crawl on her hands and knees through the second gate.

Anytime the young woman took a split second too long to move forward, the old hag would make it her job to tug at the leash that ended around her neck.

Beyond that second barrier stood what appeared as a dormitory for women, all of which looked younger than forty years of age.

Some showed a variety of cuts and bruises across the visible parts of their skin while others clearly bore children at their cores too.

Did the pregnant pleasure slaves still serve in that condition?

Why should it be surprising? The cruelty that coursed Cedric’s veins knew no bounds. Arabella continued to find that out with every second spent in that hellhole.

"Tuck your feet under your ass and sit on them!" Zarah ordered, "I want you to face these brave women as you are introduced," she grinned.

At the very least, they were clothed in fairly pretty gowns. A few of them still dawned provocative sleeping garments.

The expressions displayed on each were divided in nature. Not many offered sympathy. In fact, nearly all glared at Arabella with nothing but disdain or something of a similar bitter taste in their mouths.

"Now, I am sure word has already spread around among you," Zarah crossed the small corridor that the two rows of beds lined up against the opposing walls yielded, looking from one burdened face to the next, "I am sure you’ve heard about the arrival of a special someone," at those words Zarah peered back towards Arabella before taking a deep breath.

The women’s eyes became soldered on Arabella, the venom in their eyes alone convincing her to hang her head lower.

The weight of those glowers wasn’t needed as gravity worked on pulling her insides to the ground well enough on its own.

Pressed against the harsh, cold stone tiles her knees, shins and feet had it rough as it was, but with the sizzling, freshly opened cuts inflicted upon her womanhood, any tugging or yanking on the sensitive skin around that area was as pleasant as swallowing shards of glass.

"You must think of yourselves as nothing better than cumdumps," Zarah brought the attention of the room back onto herself, "And that is exactly what you all are, but at the very least, you can find solace in the fact that you are clean as the snow that covers our eastern lands for you only serve one man! One prince! The same cannot be said about this whore right here!" she pointed straight at the defeated figure of Arabella, "No, because as of now, this cunt has already pleasured six cocks, one of which is a vampire!" the hag practically growled those words.

A streak of gasps spread through the women as some clasped their hands over their mouths while others raised their chin, thus further darkening the already contorted glares they threw her way.

Black, blue, green or brown... No matter the color, nothing good lived in their eyes in that moment.

"See for yourselves! The streaks of cum decorating her thighs! Those were initially dumped up her filthy holes less than a mere hour ago,"

Zarah stopped by the bed of a beautiful red head that had refused to look in Arabella’s direction that entire time. The old hag’s hand went under the woman’s chin, forcing her to look that way.

"Tell me Margarette, can you utter her name? Do you know who this whore is?"

In response, the so-called Margarette squeezed her eyes shut until tears threatened to escape them.

"No?" Zarah pushed her backwards then took her hand back before walking away from the red head, "You of all people should remember her name considering...,"

The old hag stared from one face to another, never once dropping that malice-riddled smirk on her.

"This is the slut that thought she was better than all of you!" she bellowed, "She believed she was above serving her purpose as if putting her cunt to good use was beneath her!" like the sharpest of daggers, those words pierced Arabella from everywhere, accelerating the rhythm of her already exhausted heart, "She once went by the name Arabella, Henrietta Sterling!" the name echoed across the room similarly to the growling of thunder, "But from now on, you are to address her by that name no more! From now onwards, she will go by whore, slut or cunt and that will be all!"

After a few seconds of silence during which only the sound of shifting, breathing and choked cries spread out, Zarah’s voice rose again, "She is to be considered beneath you, and she is to respond to your commands. Should she dare say anything other than yes to your orders, you can come to me about it, and I shall deal with her. Consider it a reward for what her antics put you through!" the hag turned back and stood behind Arabella before grabbing her by the hair to force her head up, "She is to eat from your leftovers and never to sleep on a proper bed as she hasn’t earned the privilege to one after her stunt. You may do as you please with her as long as it isn’t a permanent or an infectious wound you inflict. This cunt of hers is still good for some use," she yanked at her hair from left to right, watching as her head followed helplessly.

Upon releasing her, Zarah made her way towards the exit, but right as her hand gripped the knob, new thoughts seemingly sprouted in her mind, "Oh! And while she remains at your mercy, this whore is to have no bath, only drinking water every hour and do be sure to never remove the collar and leash from around her neck!"

With that, Zarah left her under their burning gazes... Truly at their mercy as they stood up and surrounded her figure.