After pleasing Kriss, Marcus is tied up for the night

With another hoarse gasp of pleasure, Kriss climaxed on top of the young prince's face, her muscled thighs squeezing his head between them hard enough to hurt. Marcus didn't dare move, or even make a sound despite the ache. Instead, he just kept tenderly licking her wet, throbbing pussy, gently fluttering his tongue over her skin in the way she'd told him she liked to be brought down from a climax. By the purring sounds of satisfaction above him, he wasn't doing too badly, but underneath his hot, aching desire to please her, the young prince still felt his heart clench with nervous terror. Would she be satisfied with this? Or was he going to end up tied to that awful bench again, with the cane landing stroke after agonizing stroke across his hot, tender flesh.

A hand grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up, the sharp shock of pain in his scalp making him gasp. Kriss yanked him out from between her quivering legs, and he found himself staring limply up at her face from the bed. She was smiling thinly again, baring teeth, but her dark eyes glowed with satisfaction. The way she'd treated him over the last hour, Marcus could hardly tell whether she was about to smack or praise him right now. That just made him so much more eager to please her, so he stared limply back, trying to look as obedient and submissive as he could. If he kept her happy...maybe she wouldn't hurt him again.

"Ah...don't think I've enjoyed a ****'s tongue that much in a long while." She purred. "Much better than that tiny dick of yours anyway, as cute as it is. Whichever lucky sod ends up buying you is going to get much more use out of your mouth, I think." Her hand slipped down, cupping his cheek, fingers gripping into his soft skin like she owned him herself. Which, in a way, she did right now. That thought sent an odd shiver down the young prince's spine, his dick stiff and tingling between his legs. He felt so hot and eager down there still, even after he'd cum inside her pussy. His body ached with need, and it was a struggle not to rub himself against the sheets under his belly, but he didn't dare move right now. "Good boy." Kriss continued. "I think we can forget those last strokes after all, as fun as it would be to watch you squirm under the cane for me. We'll call it another lesson, how to wriggle out of punishment by being so very cute." She chuckled, her words making the young prince shudder in relief. "What do you say then, ****?"

"Ah...thank you, Mistress." Marcus stammered out, even more **** to be good for her right now. He sensed Jana...or some of the other scary people here like that horrid Nurse wouldn't be anywhere near as merciful.

"I'm done with you now, pretty boy." Kriss smirked, her hand darting back to pat him firmly on the cheek. "Time for bed. The really good ones get to share mine, curled up down there at my feet. It's more comfortable, I suppose, but it means I tend to wake up in the night wanting more of them. You were good, but not that good, so I think I'll just put you in the basket instead." She rose up from the bed, grabbing the leash still dangling round his neck. Marcus wriggled forward just as she tugged on it, gasping out at the sharp pull on his throat. He really did feel like an unwanted pet right now, yanked around by the collar and choked when he wasn't fast enough.

Kriss slipped off the side of the bed, rising naked to her full height. Marcus scrambled after her, just managing to get his feet under him before she tugged the leash and he stumbled onto the carpet beside her. With another pull, she dragged him with her to the back of the room, where a small woven basket waited on the floor with a cushion and thin blanket inside. It didn't look comfortable at all, but it was better than sleeping in that horrid dungeon again, right? Like poor Polly and Tanya probably were.

"Lie down in there." Kriss ordered, shaking the leash towards the basket.

"Yes Mistress." Marcus nodded. Biting his lip, he awkwardly lowered himself down, crawling into the basket and curling up on his side. He only just fit like this, with the sides pressing against his back, so he couldn't imagine how any of the larger men they were also training here managed. Kriss was still standing over him, holding the leash and giving his naked body a lingering look. She licked her lips slowly, sending another hot little shiver down his spine that was half nervousness and half tingling arousal. He wasn't sure if he wanted her to stop looking at him like that, or if what he really longed for was for this tall, muscled beauty to pounce on him and ride his stiff, aching dick until he screamed in pleasure rather than pain.

"Tempting...but no." She shook her head. "I think I'll still cuff you though. There's no escape from here, and you know that by now, but I still think it's good for a **** to spend their nights helpless and bound. Puts them in the right frame of mind to serve." She slipped the leash onto a wooden hook on the wall above him, tying it deftly, then reached over to some more shelves, rustling about with her hands as he watched anxiously. When she leant back over him, crouching down next to the basket, she had some leather strips in her hands, the same as the ones she'd used to bind and gag after dragging him out of bed.

It wasn't hard to guess what she meant to do with them, and sure enough, moments later, Marcus found himself trussed up tight, his wrists folded up and lashed together just under his chin to the collar round his neck, while his legs where bent underneath him and tied at the ankle and knee. One strap had even been fastened over his mouth again, holding his lips open and gagging him. He hadn't tried to resist even once, already convinced in his heart that all fighting her would do was earn him more pain. She'd been merciful enough to let him off those strokes with the cane, and the last thing he wanted was to make her reconsider now.

"There we are." She nodded with smirking satisfaction. "You look so cute tied up, pretty boy, and it'd be even better if I could have you begging and crying as well. Maybe another time, alright?" Her hand darted down to give his stiff dick a firm squeeze, making him moan and wriggle at the hot pleasure even that possessive touch sent through his helpless body. Then she rose back to her feet, turning and striding back to her desk. Marcus watched, torn between fear and longing, as the tall, muscled woman who'd spent the entire day tormenting him blew out each of the small candles lighting the room, plunging them into darkness. "Good night, pretty boy." She chuckled, glancing back at his basket.

Marcus just made a hoarse, whimpering noise through the gag, wriggling in his bonds. He watched through the dark as she clambered back onto her bed and lay down with a rustling noise, pulling the sheets over herself. The young prince was left laying alone in this small, uncomfortable basket, his own blanket trapped underneath his bound body where he didn't have a hope of reaching it. He whimpered again at the hot, throbbing ache from between his legs, where his poor dick showed no sign of softening. And the longer he stayed trapped in this position by the leather binds fastened round his skin the more uncomfortable it got, his muscles starting to ache. How was he supposed to even sleep like this?