Charity manages to please their captors, but things get worse

The cane whistled through the air, landing across Dennis' butt with a sickening crack. The groom screamed, his voice raw and hoarse. Unable to tear his gaze from the awful sight, Marcus felt like he was going to vomit. This all felt too horrible to be real.

"Five!" Charity sobbed. The cane dropped from her fingers and she shrank away like it was a poisonous snake. She stood there crying, staring at her boyfriend's welted body with horror, her face a mask of utter despair. It looked like she could hardly believe what she'd just done.

"Very good, girl." Jana cooed, her voice dripping with sick satisfaction. "I believe he really felt that last one. We'll make a disciplinarian of you yet. Although, next time you might want to space out the strokes a little more over his rear. It allows your victim to appreciate the agony of each one more vividly if you leave a sliver of untouched flesh between them." She turned to Kriss, who was standing with her arms folded beside the pole. "Are you satisfied, sister?"

"Suppose so." The armored woman shrugged. She stepped up to Dennis' twitching body, leaning over the suffering groom. Her lips were curled into a vicious smile as she reached down to his welted butt, running a finger along each vicious red line the cane had left in turn. Dennis groaned hoarsely, his muscles trembling like his body didn't even have the strength to shrink away from her anymore. She had a cruel gleam in her eyes when she straightened, turning back to face the huddled group of prisoners. "Four of you, carry this boy and the **** one to the infirmary for treatment." She snapped at her men, her voice booming over the garden. "The rest, take the others to their new homes in the holding cells. And I trust I don't need to remind you, but I'll personally geld anyone who dares spoil the goods in any way."

The men leapt to obey, looking almost as scared of her as the prisoners were. Using rough gestures they herded the captives back together into a tight group. Marcus found himself pressed against Polly, who was still struggling to bend over and cover her naked boobs. The young prince gasped when he saw one of their awful captors leering at the poor maid, the same ugly man who'd said those horrible things in the cart. He hurriedly squirmed round until he was in front of her. At least that way he was blocking some of the bastard's view.

"Thank you." She whispered in his ear, sounding like she was on the verge of tears. Marcus blushed a little despite everything. The busty maid was leaning against him, and he could feel the weight of those big boobs resting on his back as she tried to use him to cover up even more. It definitely wasn't the right thing to focus on right now, but they were so soft!

"Dennis!" Charity screamed shrilly, making the young prince jump and turn his head towards her. The poor girl was being dragged away from the post by one of their captors, her arm reaching frantically for her suffering boyfriend. "Dennis, I'm sorry! Please! Let me help him!"

"Charity..." The groom gasped her name, struggling to lift his head. He turned in the bonds, his face streaked with tears. When his eyes found her they widened. "Charity, I love you! Let her go, you bastards!" He pulled against the manacles, somehow finding the strength to move his exhausted body.

"Ah, young love." Jana cooed. "Such a touching scene." There was a low, mocking chuckle from her sister and some of their men. Marcus had thought he couldn't despise her any more, but he still felt a vicious swell of bitter hatred towards these two awful sisters. How dare they? He could hardly believe anyone could be so callous. Please, he silently wished with all his heart, let his Father find them with an army of knights. When that happened, he'd tell the King just how evil these people were and they'd all be hanged like they deserved! He'd never wanted to hurt anyone in his life, but right now he'd happily watch them all strangle to **** on the gallows!

"Get moving, slaves!" Kriss snarled, waving her whip in the air and pointing down a cobbled path with the other hand. The group of huddled captors stumbled forward, all of them cowed by the **** they'd just seen. Only Charity was still screaming and fighting, struggling to pull away and reach her boyfriend but she had two men dragging her down the path now.

Marcus moved with the others, Polly still leaning into him. He was still so angry at Kriss and Jana, but he was also terribly afraid, his heart pounding in his chest and his throat so tight he could hardly breathe. If these sisters were willing to be so cruel to poor Dennis and Charity just to make a twisted point, he couldn't help but fear what it was they had planned for him and the others they'd captured.