Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 504: Almost complete

"Did you like the surprise I prepared for you?" Cedric waited for an answer that did not come.

The surprise he had for her... More than half of her entire family rotting away in jail cells? Yes, she saw that very well, but to ask if she liked it?!

As it turned out, the quivering did not stop at the chin. Her vocal cords were as compromised as the rest of her body.

He got his message across for sure. Either she obeyed or their suffering would persist.

"His highness has asked you a question, whore!" the general on the prince’s right side growled, startling her in her spot, "Did you like it or not?"

"Yes, your highness," her voice trembled between every syllable as her stomach heaved and dropped, churning nothing but air and sizzling acid.

"Good," the prince sighed, getting further comfortable in his seat. After looking Arabella up and down one more time, he ordered, "Strip," the grin on him only gaining in strength.

The demand struck her ears like thunder, a breath hitching in her throat... Strip? For him? Before all of them?

Her heart sank painfully, dragging her guts along to the heels as tremors took a hold of her limbs.

"What’s the matter? Are you used to servants helping you dress and undress? You’ve lived the good life, haven’t you?" he chuckled before his features contorted, "Zarah, won’t you help this whore out of her clothes one last time. If one can call these clothing," his eyes traveled along Arabella’s body.

"Yes, your highness!" Zarah chirped without an ounce of hesitation.

Her grin did not vanish per se, but it no longer reached her eyes as they glared down on Arabella.

All giddy and eager to please her prince, Zarah walked right behind Arabella for her fingers to curl around the fabric of her black jacket before ripping it off her shoulders with one strong pull.

She did not stop there. While still standing behind the young woman, her hands gripped her white shirt by the collar next. That one being thinner required a lot less effort from the older woman.

Torn from the back the ripping sound it made wrenched a piece of Arabella’s soul with it.

Through the flood of tears dripping down her face, only silhouettes were distinguishable. The prince maintained his comfortable stance whereas the Generals around him readjusted their positions on their chairs as if their bodies had become too big to be accommodated all of the sudden.

The cursed melody of their grunting and heavy breaths helped the nausea twisting Arabella’s core not by a bit.

Zarah chose not to rip the young woman’s bra immediately, instead going for the tight pants sticking to her skin.

"You call this clothing?" the old hag sneered, "What is it even covering?"

At those words, she yanked at the pants from the waist until it burst at the seams, leaving Arabella in nothing but panties before their starved eyes.

Then, and without allowing her a second to breathe, Zarah tore the brassiere holding the young woman’s breasts.

With the gasp that escaped her, Arabella instantly wrapped her arms around her chest to conceal what lay bare before those sorry excuses of human beings.

That did not stop Zarah from dealing the finishing blow by ripping the lace panties protecting her privacy.

The young woman stood there, utterly helpless, shaking uncontrollably as her body was fully exposed and on display for those filthy animals’ pleasure.

Their breathing doubled in pace, some of them inhaled and exhaled through open mouths like dogs.

Some spread their legs as though what hid between them simply swelled too big to allow comfortable sitting.

The prince however, aside from licking his lips seemed more amused than anything else, "You could have been perfect," his head shook ever so slowly from left to right.

Arabella had no time to absorb those words as another gasp, followed by a surprised yelp escaped her when Zarah’s hands rushed around from behind and slammed right underneath her breasts, gripping them tightly before lifting then jiggling them around for show.

One of the generals slouched, nearly slipping out of his chair. Seemingly out of patience, he gestured at her with his index to go towards him. "Come over here, slut. Let us have a taste of those goods,"

The old hag forced herself against Arabella’s back, letting go of the young woman’s tits just to go after her nipples, drawing soft circles before pinching and pulling at them mercilessly.

"Hmm... I can feel them perking up," she hummed as if playing with something delicious in her mouth, "You love this, don’t you, whore?"

"Of course, she loves it!" the prince finally stood off his chair, turning around to pick up something that had been on a small table right by his side, "This is what she lives for. This is what she was born for,"

The dread that filled Arabella upon laying eyes on the leashed collar he picked up could never be measured.

He walked ever so slowly her way before stopping inches away, his filthy breath brushing her face, "Stand still for me,"

Zarah took the order to heart and squeezed at Arabella’s breasts, holding her in place as Cedric, very carefully, brought the collar around her neck, almost as if making sure to avoid skin to skin contact, only to then clasp it shut.

"There you go," he grinned, opening his arms wide, "Now, you look complete," his smile dimmed a tad, "Well, almost complete," he bit down on his bottom lip and leaned closer to her shivering ear, "I hear you were well trained," he whispered, "Show me how good of a slave you are; lock your arms in idle position and no matter what happens, do not drop them or change position without being given explicit permission to," he leaned back, "Otherwise you can imagine what will happen to those guests we are keeping downstairs,"

Arthur’s, Rubius’ as well as Silas’ faces all flashed before her teary eyes... There truly was no way out of that hole right then and there... There was only obeying their every whim in the hopes that would appease them.

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Please read the author’s note for this Chapter as it contains an important disclaimer.