Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 522: Proper punishement

Arabella counted seventeen women occupying that dormitory in total. All different in height, somewhat in size and descendance. The only thing in common between all of them being their undeniable beauty.

"Don’t you dare raise your gaze at us, you stupid bitch!"

A blond, the one sitting upon the closest bed to her rose to her feet at once, stomped over there before smacking a hand flat across Arabella’s face, sending her to the ground again.

"Asha...," a brunette, a few inches shorter than the so-called Asha spoke with a deeper, smoother timbre.

"What?" Asha spun on her heels to face her scolder, "You’ve heard mistress Zarah! This is the whore that shirked her duties and left us to pay the price," the blond grabbed Arabella by the hair and pulled her back up to a sitting position, "Look Margarette! This is what your beloved sister died for! This selfish whore!"

Died? Was she executed because of her escape?

However, Margarette said nothing and instead leaped to her feet and stormed out of the dormitories, a hand clasped over her mouth.

"So, what should we do with her?" Asha yanked at her hair thoughtlessly, forcing Arabella’s body to sway, following any direction her hand went.

"Perhaps we should let those that suffered the brunt of her egotism decide," another one spoke.

She had blond hair too, although shorter and paler than Asha’s golden silk. Upon approaching, it was clear the gown on her back barely contained the generous forms beneath it.

"We’ve all taken it up the cunt because of this slut, Eva! We-"

"Still," Eva, the same woman that had spoken before crossed her arms, "I’d like to hear what Arwa has in mind,"

A heavily pregnant brunette made her way to the frontline of women surrounding the shivering figure of Arabella. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"I think I do have an idea as to how she can spend the next five hours of her life," there was no grin on her face but her tone... Arabella could’ve sworn one hid beneath the surface.

Hands on her lower back to support the weight straining her middle, Arwa made her way around to stand behind Arabella.

"Submit," she ordered.

As per Zarah’s last instruction, Arabella acted upon those words and obeyed Arwa.

Knees spread apart against the floor, the young woman brought her forehead to the ground and arched her back to the highest of her capacity.

Even though warm and soft, the hand that landed on her ruined bottom sent sharp, electrifying splinters up her guts and chest, locking her muscles frozen momentarily.

"She’s already gotten a good canning," that was Asha’s voice, "But perhaps some more will show her,"

The sound of someone spitting out their mouth rose, but Arabella had no way of telling who had done it. What she could tell however, was that the saliva hit her right on her outspread slit, wrenching another shiver out of her.

"No," Arwa clicked her tongue against her palate, "I know exactly what we can do with this loose cunt,"

Without a warning, someone, or who Arabella assumed was Arwa, stuffed a finger up the young woman’s pussy and wiggled it around her inner tract.

Left with no other alternative but to whimper and wince, those noises did not seem to appease the women as a second, colder finger violated her entrance. Only, it did not work in harmony with the first one. It did its own thing and even tugged the opposite way from it, leading Arabella to believe that it belonged to a different person.

Both abused her hole and yanked to stretch it further open as the young woman did nothing but fight to choke down her cries, face inches from the grimy floor.

"Come! Stand up!" Arwa’s voice was softer than Asha’s, but still full of authority.

Someone did not wait for Arabella to obey and instead took a fist full of her hair again and yanked her up until she stood to her feet.

But she wasn’t allowed to stand at full height as whoever had their hand buried in her hair kept her bent forward, forced to trail behind them wherever it was they pulled her towards.

Another hand came under and grasped the leash dangling from the collar and tugged at it too with enough strength to cause strain around her neck.

The rest of them weren’t quiet either, whispering and hurling insults at her flippantly. The ones that followed behind even landed some kicks on her already sore rear, wrenching louder cries out of her.

When all was said and done, their final destination was the training room, right by a special sort of table that resembled the one Zarah had used to cane her.

The only difference was the hole protruding the surface of the table at some point in the middle.

From it peeked a phallic toy, proudly perched and waiting to be used.

"Get up there, spread your cunt and take that cock!" Arwa hissed.

When she took a second too long to obey a slap connected straight onto her cheek and made her head spin harder than it already did.

"Get on there and take it! I know you are always eager to be stuffed, you slut!" Asha shoved her closer to the table.

One leg after the other, Arabella got on that device, spread her legs over the toy and began a slow and careful descent upon it.

A violent shiver coursed her spine the instant its cold, hard tip touched her entrance.

"Take it up that loose cunt, I said!" Arwa’s voice came a lot more strained than before, as if someone constrained her wind pipes.

It was inflexible, unbending and unkind to her inner walls which spread apart to accommodate that abnormally large size as she sank on it.

Aside from wincing and squeaking her pain, Arabella voiced no other complaint.

"Luiza, would you clamp those filthy nipples to the poles?" Asha requested.

Luiza was a strawberry blond, also pregnant but not as far into it as Arwa appeared to be.

There was a lot less venom in her eyes, but no warmth to spare either.