Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 524: Five hours

"Sink lower on it!" Asha barked, "Sink until your ass touches the flat surface of the table, slut!"

That task revealed a lot more painful than what it initially held. As if the cold, unyielding rod pushing on her cervix wasn’t enough, her nipples threatened to rip apart from the rest of her breasts every time she lowered her body.

Indeed, the clamps linked to the two poles that rose from the edges of the table bit down hard on her sensitive buds, but the worst part was that the thread tying them to the wood was inflexible, thus yanking on her flesh with no mercy.

The solid cock refused to fit in and stubbornly pressed her tender inner walls from all sides, allowing not a second of rest for her hole. The stretching and tearing sensation were everlasting, burning every inch of her cut and scratched up skin it grazed with every movement.

"How do you like it?" Arwa’s hand wrapped around Arabella’s throat, "I bet it is uncomfortable. I bet it is painful," she nodded along to her own words, "Do you know what this does to a pregnant woman? To be strapped on this table and forced to go up and down on this dry thing for five uninterrupted hours?" the woman practically spat with her words.

"Keep your hands in idle pose as you serve that cock!" Asha stood on the other side of the table, hissing those terms right into Arabella’s ear, "I want it nice and warm by the time your fuck hole is done being used,"

"Spread your legs further!" another woman, a brunette with a darker shade of hair than Arwa approached the table.

Giving no warning, her fingers went straight for Arabella’s clit, tapping it at times then massaging it at others.

That wasn’t ideal at all as in the midst of all the abuse, that soft, teasing touch pushed her senses over the edge they had long been dangling from.

"Look at how her legs are already shaking!" she cracked such a devious grin that one could’ve thought the woman was having the time of her life.

"Of course they are going to shake! What else would a dumb selfish whore like her be good at, Mira?"

The so-called Mira continued to play with Arabella’s clit, slowing down here and then rubbing it faster there.

She ignored the young woman’s tears and whimpers as she heaved and sank on that wooden cock.

The scraping that it did against her inner walls at the beginning were no more since her body worked on lubricating it to soften the toll on her tight hole.

"Look at you creaming your own self," Mira whispered, the blood freezing smirk still plastered right on her face, "Fuck it harder, little whore," her lips nearly grazed Arabella’s ear.

The young woman obeyed, ignoring the increasing, searing pain that lifting and shoving that thing up her body continued to cause.

Squeezing her eyes shut and clenching every muscle in her body seemed to be the last bit of control she got to have over herself.

"That’s it," she murmured, "Look at that hole stretching around this big thing. Can you feel all of it inside you, whore?"

"I hope she can!" Arwa grunted, "This is the only thing she will be feeling for the next five hours!"

With that, she stormed off, back to the door that led to the dormitories. Multiple women followed after her, leaving Asha, Mira and four others that glared at her disgraced body from every angle.

As they all spread out, the view behind them was clearer, revealing the still naked figure of Irene, kneeling and bent over a bucket and cloth mop, scrubbing at the ground which Zarah had ordered her to clean.

She dared not raise her head from the task once. Shoulders tensed, her body nearly curled upon itself as her hands drearily pushed and pulled the cloth against the floor.

The way none of the other women seemed to pay her any mind was just the oddest thing.

"Keep going! Don’t stop! Fuck that cock until you make yourself cum," Mira brought Arabella’s attention back onto her.

"We will take turns to make sure you keep at it for the next five hours, cunt," Asha turned her back on them too and left the room.

Soon, the other four women followed after her, leaving no one but Mira and the scrubbing sound that travelled from Irene’s hands when silence fell.

"You know, I’ve always wished to taste the body of a woman," Mira’s hungry eyes explored Arabella’s figure as her teeth bit down on her bottom lip, "You won’t tell on me, will you, whore?" she straightened up just long enough to yell, "You won’t tell on me either, Irene, won’t you?"

"Mhm," that was all the response that Irene gave.

Her fingers never stopped molesting Arabella’s clit for a second as her mouth grew closer to her clamped tit in order to kiss and lick around the abused nipple.

But as time went on, it appeared that was no longer enough for her, so she forced one of her fingers up her already stretched out pussy, earning a raw scream of pain out of the young woman.

"Don’t stop fucking the phallus!" her thumb continued to stroke her clit.

Her tongue went back to brushing Arabella’s skin as her finger pressed on her frontal-inner wall, leading to a new building of pressure.

"You are just delectable," Mira whispered through heavy breaths, "Keep going for me, you are so close!"

Mira rubbed and violated her until she burst, squirting her fluids all over the table.

"Yes! That is exactly what I wanted to see! Don’t stop fucking it! You still have five hours to go," she hissed, bringing her mouth back to Arabella’s tit, "Let that bum touch the table and open your mouth,"

Not a second after obeying, the finger that had sunk inside of her was forced into Arabella’s mouth.

"Suck it clean for me, whore,"