Like clockwork, as promised, when the first hour fizzled out, a new soul walked through the dormitory doors with a glass full of water.
"You can stop to drink," the woman spoke dryly, refusing to look Arabella in the eyes.
Arabella lowered herself with much difficulty the best her sore muscles allowed. Her lips chased the tip of the cup until they locked onto it before the frantic slurping began.
"Slow down or you will choke," the dirty blond demanded.
But slowing down was no option as her dry throat scread and begged for more and more than it could handle.
She guzzled it down to the last drop and syphoned for more, her teeth clinging around the cup.
"That is enough for now! Let go, you whore! That is all you get!"
With that, she ripped the cup out of her mouth and stord away as though in a rush to leave that place behind.
"Get back to fucking that cock!" she yelled from the door.
The aching spread across every muscle in her lower half, slowly but surely extending the sa courtesy to the upper part which was stuck in that perpetual, inconvenient pose.
By then the pain from the friction between her inner walls and the phallic toy had turned duller than racking as her skin dripped with her own sweat.
There was not even a need to speak of her poor nipples, utterly purple under the tal keeping them trapped and exploited.
Irene had long since finished scrubbing the floor which left her completely alone in the training room. Only antagonized from ti to ti by one of the pleasure girls who ca in to check if she kept going up and down the toy.
There was nothing but the voice of her own breaths which mingled with the disgusting, muffled and mushy sloshing uttered by her own pussy as it grinded against its torntor.
Her heart begged for a break, but her brain scread that the consequences would be severe should she dare to stop.
Her lungs on fire, barely scraping air to supply the blood coursing her veins...
Would that nightmare ever end? If yes, then how? Would her family survive it or not?
Asha ca with another glass of water a whole hour later. The blond stopped in her tracks very montarily upon beholding Arabella’s withering figure.
But that dubious look on her quickly vanished, replaced yet again by a hardened expression.
"Don’t you stop until told otherwise, slut!"
When Arabella lowered herself, aching for the cool liquid contained in that sheer glass, Asha shoved its tip between her lips with very little care.
There was sothing about her standing... Sothing in her deanor that seed to have shifted since the first ti the young woman had seen her. Despite her brisk actions, much of her confidence had dwindled.
Even her eyes told a different story but still returned so venom when locking with Arabella’s.
As soon as the water in the cup was depleted, the young woman huffed and gasped as if on the verge of death, but she did not dally.
Indeed, that ti around, she didn’t wait for the order and resud the rising and sinking on the phallus beneath her.
Instead of leaving imdiately, Asha stood to her side, watching, not so intently, as her body worked.
From the corner of her eyes, Arabella recognized the foggy cloak that covered the blond’s eyes.
She was there but her mind had travelled sowhere far...
"You know you deserve this, right?" her eyes drifted further, "Arwa nearly lost her child and Alia... Poor Margarette," she stifled a cry.
Instantly, her deanor snapped back to the contorted glare she previously had on, "Get back to it! Rest assured that we will get it through to your head that you are nothing but a whore to be toyed with. You are in no way better than us and you will accept it sooner or later!"
Hour three and four rolled by very similarly to the first two with different pleasure girls bringing water over.
When hour five ca however, it was Irene that cupped Arabella’s cheek and helped her off that table.
The woman did not have enough strength to maintain her on her feet and so, Arabella collapsed to the floor like a ragdoll would upon release.
"You’ve done well," the blond murmured, holding her shivering, sweaty body closer to herself.
Irene was no longer naked as her warm hands gently tapped Arabella’s face to snap her out of the daze that had consud her mind due to the breath syphoning fatigue.
Through half lidded eyes she tried but nothing other than a vague outline of Irene’s face was visible.
Although her lips instinctively accepted the cup of water that had been graciously extended their way.
Upon slurping the last drops of it, Arabella found her voice again. Well, so strength to speak at least, "Why are you being nice to ?" she whispered the slurred words at her.
"I told you already," Irene managed to smile even though feebly, "In a place such as this one, all you can keep to yourself are your feelings. That is all you can claim as yours," she nodded very slowly, "The rest is puppeteered to the very last inch," she swallowed her tears back, "The other girls are not evil, I promise you," her head shook from left to right, "Well, not all of them,"
"I am sorry," Arabella blabbered, "I am sorry he took it out on all of you. I am sorry for everything that happened to you," even that cry that escaped her had to fight its way out.
"I believe it is not you who should apologize," Irene brushed a soft hand over Arabella’s head.
"I don’t know what I am supposed to do anymore,"
"Well, you start by having a few bites of food," the blond drew a small plate closer to them, "It is already dinner ti. We always eat earlier than the rest of staff in case we are called to serve the prince at night,"
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