An intimate examination

"Come here, dear, let me get a closer look at you." The blonde woman in a clean white gown smiled down at Marcus. She looked so gentle and friendly, with a pretty face and soft, hazel eyes. Part of him really wanted to trust her, desperately seeking comfort from the first person here who seemed at all nice. He knew she was part of Kriss and Jana's horrible band of thugs, but he just felt so raw and scared that even her kind smile made him want to do as she said.

Today had begun even worse than yesterday. They'd been taken from their cells one by one this morning after a sleepless night, by a trio of brawny men in black clothing carrying thin wooden canes under their arms. Any who resisted or hesitated had been stripped out of their clothes, pressed against the wall and given a few vicious strokes across their back. The piercing screams echoing down the dungeon had quickly cowed the others, and by the time they reached Marcus' cell, no-one was bothering to fight. Even Josh and Charity let themselves be led meekly away, realizing any attempt to escape with their hands still bound would only earn them more pain.

Then it had been his turn. He'd been marched by the men up a flight of stone stairs into another long, empty corridor. Waiting for him in a room at the end had been this woman, in a room with a cold tile floor. There were a couple beds with white linen sheets off to one side, and a wooden desk with a few strange-looking tools laid out on the top. The woman had waved him over with her hand as soon as he'd entered, and he was too afraid to disobey her.

Now he shuffled over to her at her gentle instructions, hands still bound behind his back. One of those horrible men was waiting by the door, no doubt ready to jump on him if he tried anything like knocking the woman over. Not that it would work anyway. She was still taller than he was, and looked quite strong herself under that smooth white gown.

"I'm the Nurse here, dear, and it's my job to keep all stay nice and healthy." She explained gently, as soon as he was standing right in front of her. "You will address me as Nurse, or ma'am, or else you'll be earning yourself punishments, and you don't want too many of those. Do you understand that?" A sharper edge slipped into her voice at the question, making the young prince stiffen.

"Yes, Nurse." Marcus sniffled.

"Good boy." She cooed, all sweet once again. "I always prefer the cute ones like you who know to do as they're told. Means we don't have to bother with the restraints. I'm going to untie your hands now, but I want you to keep being smart and just put them by your sides once I'm done, okay?" The young prince nodded. He shivered when the Nurse lent over his slender body. Her hands ran down his bare arms, rubbing over his skin until they found his wrists. In moments, she'd deftly untied the leather strap and pulled it away. With a gasp of relief, Marcus moved his hands back in front of him, rubbing at the marks the awful bonds had left on his skin. The nurse stared at him, raising an eyebrow, and he hurriedly moved them to his sides instead. "First things first, I'm going to perform a physical exam, just to make sure you're in good health before your training starts." She continued. "So, take off your cute shift and put it in that bin over there." She nodded to a wicker basket in the corner.

"What?" Marcus gasped, blushing hot despite his nerves. Did she just say...?

"I am not in the habit of repeating myself, boy." The Nurse snapped, her eyes flashing. "Remove your clothing." With a little squeak of terror, Marcus reached for the hem of his shift. She wasn't friendly at all! His hands were shaking, his heart in his mouth as limply held the one piece of clothing he had on. The last thing he wanted was to get naked in front of this horrible woman and the guard still waiting menacingly in the corner. "Five strokes." The Nurse sighed. "And believe me, I'll make sure you get them. Do you want to go for ten?"

"No, Nurse." Marcus sniffled, tears in his eyes. With a little whimper, he yanked the shift up, pulling it awkwardly over his head. As soon as it was in his hands, she yanked it away from him, tossing it with a flick of her wrist into the basket. Just like that, the young prince was left standing there totally naked, hot tears dribbling down his cheeks. He awkwardly tried to cover his dick with one hand and his bare chest with the other. The Nurse turned to glare at him, not a trace of her earlier kindness left.

"Move those hands behind your back!" She snapped at him. "And stand up straight! Stop slouching!" Marcus jumped to obey her, awkwardly clasping his hands in the small of his back. It left him even more exposed, but he was just too scared of her to disobey. "Understand something right now, boy." The Nurse growled. "Your body is not your own, you do not hide it from anyone! Least of all your superiors. Cover yourself up again, and I will have Master Wyatt over there take you outside and give you a good twenty strokes with his cane before we continue. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Nurse!" Marcus whimpered hopelessly, his hands twisting with the urge to cover up again despite her orders. No-one had seen his naked body in years, now this awful woman was telling him he was supposed to just show it off to everyone? He just wanted to crawl under the desk and hide!

"I am going to examine you now." The Nurse continued coldly. "You do not move unless I tell you." She loomed over the shivering prince, her hazel eyes tracing over his body. He almost flinched back when she reached for him, but barely managed to stop himself. Suddenly her hands were on his flanks, fingers gripping faintly into his skin. She squeezed him a little, pressing into his belly enough to make him gasp, then moved down.

The Nurse bent over suddenly, her hands on each of his legs. Lips curled in concentration, she groped at his thighs, then knees, digging her fingers into his skin like she was trying to feel what was underneath. Marcus just froze stiff, feeling like a terrified fawn held in a lion's jaws. He had no idea what she was doing to him, but this scary woman running her hands all over his naked body was hardly comfortable. His stomach twisted with horrible shame, and his cheeks were so hot he felt like they were about to burst into flame. She could see everything!

When she straightened again, she reached for his chin, moving his face from side to side as her hazel eyes coldly examined every inch. She even stuck a finger inside his mouth and ran it along his teeth like he was a horse. His hands were clutching each other tightly behind his back, his nails digging into his palms as he struggled not to shrink away or turn and run screaming at the door. He could almost feel the gaze of the man waiting there burning into his back and butt. If he even twitched in that direction, he was sure that thug was just waiting to grab him and do something horrible.

"Spread your legs, wide as your shoulders." The Nurse ordered. Marcus leapt to obey, standing there with his thighs wide. It was just a small change, but it made him feel even more naked, spread out for this horrible woman to see every inch. Between his legs, his soft dick was horribly exposed. To his utter horror, the Nurse reached right there with a steady hand and grabbed him with two gentle fingers. Marcus bit his lip hard, his chest heaving. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. "That is really quite small for a boy your age." She drawled, a hint of amusement straying into her voice. "The buyers will like that. It matches well with your girly frame. You'll have to work very hard to satisfy any women you get paired with though." Her cold chuckle made his skin crawl. How could she laugh at him for that? "Now turn around. Let's see what else you have to offer." The last thing Marcus wanted was to take his eyes off this horrible woman, but he shuffled round anyway, too scared of her to even hesitate. Now he could see the black-robed man waiting by the door, staring at him with cool, dark eyes. The thug was smiling thinly, leering at him. "Now this is very nice." The Nurse purred in his ear, and he almost jumped out of his skin when he felt her hand settle firmly over his butt. "I've seen plenty of girls your age with far less perfect hindquarters. Soft and round, just the right amount of cushioning here." Her fingers squeezed into his flesh. Tears dribbled down the young prince's cheeks as she just poked and groped him like he was an animal, like his feelings didn't matter in the slightest.

"Please stop." He whimpered, his voice so soft and strangled he didn't even think she heard. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. The Nurse just kept going, spreading his cheek and sliding a finger right over his butthole. The unfamiliar sensation of being touched in that most private spot made his stomach turn, and for an instant he was sure he was going to vomit.

"This one's top class definitely." The Nurse said behind him, finally letting him go. "Even if it weren't for his pedigree, he'd be worth a hundred thousand Crowns at least just based on looks alone. Master Wyatt, put him with the other valuable ones for companion training and sexual conditioning, and make a note of the strokes I assigned him for later. Less than most manage to earn in here perhaps, but I still want him properly punished. I'll write up a full report for the bosses."

"Yes, ma'am." The man grunted, stepping forward. Marcus watched in horror as the brute loomed over him. "Come with me, ****." The man snapped, waving his cane threateningly. Helpless to resist, the young prince shuffled forward towards the door. Things had just gone from bad to worse for him, and he had the most awful sense that was just going to continue as this day dragged on. What had happened to the other prisoners, he wondered. And, of course, there was the far more burning question. Just what was it that Jana and Kriss were planning to do with him?