Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 528: Bonding

The air in Regalis was never so cold as when Arabella was paraded through the castle hallways while stark naked. No regard to her dignity neither as a woman nor as a human being.

To them, she was no more than a wet, cushy hole that sheathed their egos and took on all the frustration they spilled into her.

It was clear that the cuts on her bare feet would earn no opportunity to heal, not with the way she was dragged around by that leash. Then again, it was bound to be the case for the rest of the wounds sustained across the rest of her body.

Zarah marched ahead of the line, hauling the young woman by the maltreated neck that screamed threats of collapsing with every tug.

Arabella trailed right after the hag, keeping her thighs together to maintain the illusion of privacy between her legs. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Behind the two of them followed Irene. She, at the very least, got the privilege to walk fully clothed.

They both hung their heads low, only perceiving the feet of the many whisperers on their path. Very few were clement with their words. The rest sounded just happy to not be in the women’s shoes, although most of their attention and comments were directed towards Arabella’s disgraced frame.

The bile that rose in her throat burned hotter with every inch they crossed closer to Cedric’s chambers. The same happening could be observed with the shivers that riddled her bones, growing more and more violent the longer his image remained before her eyes.

"Should the prince have the slightest grievance with your service, expect a high price to pay," Upon stopping in front of the most majestic door yet to be beheld under that roof, Zarah turned her face halfway back and hissed.

"Yes, mistress," they chirped in synchronicity.

Bigger than the meeting hall, the training room and the dormitories combined was the space behind those doors.

The golden gilded furniture, floors and ceiling combined with the beaming shine of the candle flames blinded the sight right out of her eyes, even eclipsing Cedric’s figure for a few blessed seconds.

His view was inevitable but the delay, as curt as it was, remained a welcomed instance.

"I have escorted the-"

"Leave,"

Without a glance her way, the prince dismissed Zarah who immediately scurried out of the room after excusing herself and bending out of shape while bowing.

"You two are practically all friendly now," he chuckled.

Neither of the women dared raze her gaze. Only the clacking of his shoes stood as a statement to his whereabouts around them. And around them he walked, taking his sweet time.

"I hoped we could have some fun together tonight," he finally stopped, leaning back against one of the dressers in the room, "It should be a great way for you two to bond and grow closer to each other. So, I thought, what would be a better experience to achieve that other than the good old hands-on fashion?"

The prince made his way straight towards Arabella before stopping about two feet in front of her.

"I’d rather scrape the skin off my flesh before I ever put my hands on this filthy body of yours," he grunted through gritted teeth before crowning it all with spitting right in her face, "Submit!" he ordered.

Arabella put her shaky knees, hands and forehead to the floor, arching her back out to the best of her ability.

Once again, the cool air caressing her exposed slit only served as a testament to how vulnerable of a position that left her in.

"Spread your legs wider!" the clacking of his shoes resumed. She did just that before his voice rose again, that time around further from her, "Undress," he ordered Irene which she obeyed without a question.

The instant the rustling of fabric died down, Cedric spoke up, "I want you to go and stand right behind our little whore,"

The blond made her way behind Arabella and waited for the next instructions to come.

"Get closer! Get between her legs," the sound of something squishy being pressed came along, indicating that he may have settled down, "Now, I want you to kick her right in the cunt and I want you do so as hard as you can, Irene,"

A jolt escaped Arabella when something soft and warm first connected with her pussy, but there was no impact.

That was until he barked again, "Come now, don’t let that kind heart of yours cause you any trouble. I will consider any hesitation or delay to exact my orders on your part as treason. I am sure Baron Ironheart has his hands quite full as it is. You wouldn’t want to add onto it, would you?"

"No, your highness!" she cried.

"Good," he retorted calmly, "Now, kick that whore in the cunt for me,"

The first kick was conservative enough, but still rattled her guts, wrenching a squeak out of her.

The second blow landed right on her pubis, kicking a rush of searing suffering across the rest of her skeletal system.

"Keep your knees the furthest apart from each other!" he bellowed the moment her knees caved inwards.

She fought the instinct of her body to preserve her privacy and spread her legs further for Irene to proceed with the beating.

The third strike tied many knots in Arabella’s lower abdomen, nearly resulting in the expulsion of the bit of food she had been allowed.

"Kick it faster!"

Throughout the ordeal, Arabella was left with nothing to fight but squeezing her eyes shut and tightening her core as her entire body bounced back and forth while the bashing persisted.

"What a damn waste of a good cunt you are!" he hissed from his sitting place as Irene rained his smite on the young woman.

The never-ending assault turned that area of her body numb then sharp, then dull again... Allowing her not a second to breathe.

In such a moment, Arabella poured all of her focus on the sniffles that escaped Irene and the heavy breaths that accompanied her every kick.

There was no doubt to be had, putting all of her thoughts and efforts into listening to someone else’s suffering in that situation served as a great distraction, but also as a new source of agony.