Jana and Kriss explain their intentions

After that awful groping by the Nurse left him shivering and sobbing, Marcus was marched back down the empty corridors, to a large room with a polished wooden floor. Huddled miserably in the center were some of the captives from the castle, watched over by even more of those black-robed brutes. Josh and Polly were off to one side, the busty maid sobbing into her brother's shoulder as he rubbed her back. Meanwhile Charity was sitting stiffly a little distance from the others, lips curled into a scowl. Everyone was naked now, awkwardly trying to hide their bodies. Marcus guessed they'd seen the Nurse just like he had, and been stripped of their clothes in the same cruel way.

The young prince was shoved into the center of the room, stumbling over the polished wood. **** to hide his naked body, he hurriedly squatted down next to the group of prisoners, one of his hands over his chest while the other covered his dick. He didn't care what that horrible Nurse said! There was no way he was going to let all these terrible people see him naked. His frantic gaze flickered over the other prisoners, and he swallowed anxiously. Even in his terror it was hard not to stare at his fellow captives.

The girls here were all really curvy or just beautiful, while the boys were either handsome and well-muscled, or slender and girly like him and Josh. It was obvious those who'd been taken here were the most attractive of the prisoners. There were a few he didn't recognize though, including the girl sitting closest to him. She was very pale and red-haired, her naked skin dotted with freckles. Her green eyes were fixed on the floor at her feet and she was sobbing softly, tears dribbling down her cheeks. Marcus felt a pang of sympathy. Was she a servant he'd just never seen before, or were Jana and Kriss **** people from all over the kingdom?

A door slammed open across the room, making him yelp and nearly jump out of his skin. As if in answer to his thoughts about the sisters, the horrible pair strode into the room, satisfied smiles on their faces. They were accompanied by two more women, both wearing the same black robes as the brutes who'd dragged Marcus here. The captives huddled closer, gasping and whimpering. Just like the young prince, everyone seemed to be much more afraid of these two than anyone else in this terrible place.

"Ah, now isn't that a beautiful sight, sister." Jana cooed, her gleeful eyes flickering over the naked prisoners. Another extravagant dress flowed around her body, covered in purple ribbons and frills.

"For once we can agree on something." Kriss sneered. She wasn't wearing her armor anymore, instead a light brown robe with short sleeves that bared her muscled shoulders. Marcus swallowed anxiously at the sight. He'd known she was strong, but by the size of her arms she could probably snap him in two with one hand. "Reminds me why I love this work so much."

"Eyes here, slaves!" Jana clapped her hands sharply. "And sit up straight, arms by your sides! Anyone hiding those pretty naked bodies from me will earn themselves five hard strokes from my dear sister." Kriss smirked at that, holding up that horrible whip in one hand. There was a frantic rustling as all the captives hurriedly moved to obey, any thought of defiance scared out of them for now. Marcus **** his shivering arms by his sides, trying not to think about how he was letting these horrible people see everything. It was really hard not to cover up again when Kriss turned to leer at him particular, licking her lips. A strangled whimper escaped his throat as he remembered her promise to start with him when she'd dragged him out of his comfy bed what seemed like a lifetime ago. "I suppose you're wondering why you've all been brought here." Jana continued, her strong voice carrying over the huddled captives. "It is quite simple, really. My sister and I represent a group of wealthy and influential people spanning this Kingdom and many others. We provide a certain valued service, where we take pretty girls and boys like you and train you up to be perfect domestic servants, taught how to satisfy their owner's every desire. Or, in rather cruder terms, sex-slaves." She paused, a cruel smirk on her face as she let those awful words wash over the naked prisoners. There was a heavy silence for a moment, like no-one could quite believe what they were hearing.

"No!" A shrill voice from the huddled prisoners, one of the girls near the front.

"Silence!" Kriss snarled. She flicked her wrist and with a vicious crack that whip leapt from her hand. The girl who'd spoken let out a shriek of pain as the black tail cracked across her breast. Marcus cowered, too afraid to even move, but wishing he could just disappear.

"Make no mistake, we are not in the habit of training simple sluts or whores." Jana continued. "That will be the fate of the less valuable prisoners we took, sold on to brothels where they will be chained down and **** to satisfy as many customers as their bodies can bear. Instead, we will make each of you a well-rounded and willing sexual companion, the perfect adornment to any wealthy owner's household. In many ways your lives will be no less arduous than your unfortunate fellows. Over the next year or so, you will each be taught proper deportment and etiquette, as well as the art of dance and sensual movement. You will understand the meaning and importance of subservience and obedience in all things, learning to give pleasure to both men and women. In short, you will be educated in all the proper forms of domestic and sexual servitude, ready to be delivered to your new owners as a perfect example of what a well-trained **** can be."

Again, that awful pause, with the same vicious sneer fixed on her face. Marcus was frozen stiff, staring at the elegantly dressed woman in shock. He'd heard what she said, but the words just refused to fit into his brain. Sex-slaves...he couldn't be a ****. He was a prince. And it was against the law anyway. How could there be a place where slaves were trained right in the middle of his Father's kingdom? None of this made sense.

"Make no mistake, you will all be trained." Kriss snapped suddenly, her snarling voice cutting over the stunned prisoners. "You can either make it easier for yourselves and learn what we teach you, or you can make my day and try to fight. We've been doing this for years, and I know just how to break a disobedient ****. In fact, I enjoy it." She waved the whip again with a smirk, leaving little doubt of that.

"Yes, I would advice against trying to fight as well." Jana added. "Over the past few years, certain short-sighted authorities have tried to halt the trade in slaves." At this, she gave Marcus a thin smile, her eyes as cold as shards of ice. The young prince trembled like a leaf, knowing this awful woman was talking about his Father. "However they remain utterly ignorant of our organization and the power we possess. Rest assured, dears, that there is no escape for you, not from here. This mansion is well-guarded and all the land around it is owned by a certain wealthy noble who sympathizes with our cause. Any attempt to flee will be dealt with most severely." Her lips curled into a thin smirk that somehow seemed as scary as her sister's brandishing of the whip. "Obey every order you are given, excel at the training we and the other staff here so generously provide, and you can earn yourself certain considerations and favors." She continued. "Do otherwise and we can make your lives very difficult indeed."

There was silence again as she stopped speaking, save for the panicked breaths of the naked prisoners and the sobs of the girl who'd been whipped. Marcus knelt there on the uncomfortable wooden floor, his mind still reeling at what he'd just been told. He didn't want to believe any of it, but everything that he'd seen since coming here matched up with Jana's awful words. The ornate mansion they were trapped inside, the cells of dungeon underneath and the casual way the Nurse had sorted him like some domestic animal just minutes ago.

In his heart, the young prince was desperately praying for his Father to come save him just like he'd told Polly would happen, for an army of knights to tear through the doors of this awful place, capturing all these horrible people and throwing them in their own dungeon. Yet as he thought longer about what he'd just been told, that hope became more and more remote. If Jana and Kriss weren't lying, then this had been going on for a while, sponsored by wealthy nobles in and out his own Kingdom. His Father's own advisors and comrades. It would be so easy for them to deceive the King, keep him away from this mansion, keep him looking everywhere but here until at long last he gave up the search. A few painful tears dribbled down Marcus' cheeks. What was he supposed to do now?