Obedience training begins with a harsh lesson for Polly

"Today is the start of your new lives." Kriss was pacing up and down the front of the room with her whip resting menacingly in the crook of her arm. Sitting awkwardly on the wooden floor at her feet, Marcus felt his heart pounding with fear, a cold sweat prickling on his back and forehead. On his right, Polly looked even more scared than he was, her naked body shivering like a leaf. Tania meanwhile, was kneeling on his left. Her back was very straight, her head up, and her legs spread wide with her hands clasped in the small of her back. It was similar to how she'd stood when Kriss had summoned her earlier, and just like then, Marcus couldn't stop himself from glancing at her boobs. That strange tingling heat he'd been feeling since they'd eaten hadn't gone away yet, and as terrified as he was right now, his poor dick was still aching hard between his legs. "Over the next few months, you will be mercilessly trained from the worthless sacks of shit you are, into something of actual value." Kriss continued sharply. "We will begin this process right here and now. Tania, what is the first and most important rule we've taught you in your short stay here?" She paused, her icy blue eyes settling coldly on the naked redhead.

"Mistress, a **** follows every order she is given by her owner, without question or hesitation." Tania replied, her voice soft and even despite the obvious fear in her green eyes.

"That is correct." Kriss nodded. "Listen to Tania, you two." She gestured with her whip at Marcus and Polly, making both of them freeze in panic. "She's been here two weeks already, so you can consider her your senior. Watch her, learn from her, and your lives will be marginally easier. Back when we first got her, she was quite the firebrand, you know? It's usually the gingers who start out that way. Always complaining and whining, screaming that we couldn't do this to her, trying to fight. Little cunt even kicked me in the shins once, but she's learnt better since then, haven't you Tania?"

"Yes Mistress." The redhead whispered, a small shudder running down her spine. Marcus felt a sickly flicker of sympathy at her obvious terror. Two weeks...he couldn't imagine how horrible it must have been for her to be in the clutches of these horrible sisters that long.

"So, today's training session revolves around that very important rule. I'm going to make sure each of you learns very well what it means to be a good, obedient ****." Kriss started pacing again, holding the whip idly in her hands. Her fingers traced lovingly along the thin, black tail. The young prince shivered, wondering if she really did sleep with it coiled round her leg like Jana had said. "I will be giving you a series of commands. You will carry each of them out quickly and with every appearance of enthusiasm, or it'll mean as many strokes of the whip as I want to give you right there and then. Do you understand that, you little shits?"

"Yes Mistress!" Tania said loudly. Moments later, Marcus decided he'd better copy her and squeaked the same. Polly meanwhile, just sat there frozen, her face pale and wan. Kriss whirled on her, blue eyes flashing. She stalked over to the cowering maid, who looked like she was about to pass out from terror.

"So it's true what they always say." Kriss sneered, leaning over to poke the handle of her whip into Polly's trembling boobs. "The bigger the tits the smaller the brain, and these are some really fat udders. Did I not just tell you to copy Tania, you dumb fucking cow?"

"Yes." Polly managed to whimper, through trembling lips. Marcus winced, his stomach clenching in panic for the poor, terrified maid. She still hadn't said Mistress! Sure enough Kriss reared back up, flushing with fury. Her lips curled into a furious scowl, baring gleaming white teeth.

"For fuck's sake!" She roared. Her wrist curled, and just like that, the whip cracked through the air. Polly shrieked in pain as the wicked black tail cracked across her belly, curling round her flank like a striking serpent. "You have got to be the stupidest slut I've had the misfortune of laying eyes upon." She struck again, the other side this time. Polly was trying to scramble to her feet, but the slash of the whip knocked her on her back, leaving her screaming and thrashing on the wooden floor. "Tits the size of boulders and a brain as big as a pea! Who the fuck were your parents, cunt, a dairy cow and a sack of hammers?" Another crack as the whip slashed across the maid's bare back, leaving a livid red welt where it landed.

"Please!" Polly screamed. "Don't hurt me anymore!" The whip cracked across her back again and her **** begging died in a howl of agony. The poor girl was in too much pain to even think what she'd done wrong, but Kriss showed absolutely no mercy, curling back that vicious whip to strike once more.

"Say Mistress!" Marcus yelped frantically, desperation overwhelming his terror of Kriss. "She wants you to call her Mistress!" He was afraid Polly hadn't heard him, but before another blow could land the maid raised her head from the floor, tears streaming down her pretty face.

"Mistress...please Mistress!" Polly begged between frantic sobs. Kriss paused, the whip held high in her hand. For a moment, Marcus was sure she was going to hit the maid again anyway, but he breathed a gasping sigh of relief when she slowly let her arm drop to her side.

"Get up, you dumb cunt." She snapped at Polly. The sobbing maid was trembling like a leaf as she awkwardly lifted herself back onto her knees. The welts across her belly and back had prickled up into angry red lines standing out from her pale skin, and Marcus couldn't even imagine how much they must be hurting her. "I know this is a new concept to you, but you had better start using that tiny thing rattling around your empty skull when I talk." Kriss continued, glaring down at Polly with contempt. "I don't suppose you've got much practice thinking about anything other than flashing those fat tits at everyone you meet, but if you don't shape up quick-smart, we'll cut our losses and dump you in a brothel instead. Hell, maybe there's a dairy farm somewhere nearby looking for a new cow. We'll have to have you knocked up first, get those udders squirting milk, but at least then you'd be among animals with roughly the same intelligence as you. Is that what you want? Should we make you into a fat little dairy cow with a calf in your belly?"

"No Mistress." Polly shook her head frantically, her eyes wide with utter horror at the thought.

"Then listen, cunt, and learn, or else that's just what I'll make sure happens to you." Kriss continued coldly. "Do you get that? Or do I need to explain it slower? We can use pictures if my words are a little long for you."

"No Mistress, I understand." Polly whimpered. Kriss nodded, lips curling into a little smirk of satisfaction. She stalked back across the front of the room, and turned to face Marcus. The young prince froze stiff, little, panicked gasps for air escaping through his trembling lips.

"I didn't tell you to speak just then, did I, your royal Highness?" She sneered, drawing out the title with mocking contempt.

"No Mistress." Marcus gasped in reply, struggling to **** the words up a throat that felt way so tight he could hardly breathe. He was sure she was going to whip him...

"Next time, keep your mouth shut unless you're spoken to. You're lucky I have a soft spot for girly boys like you." She drawled, leaning down to press the whip handle against his cheek. Marcus whimpered softly as she used it to turn his head from side to side, her icy eyes drifting over his face. "Very cute of you to try to spare the cow. You sweet on her, is that it? You like dumb bitches with tits bigger than their heads?"

"No Mistress." The young prince shook his head.

"The cute little prince and his dumb bimbo maid. Might be fun to see anyway." Kriss straightened, folding that horrible whip back under her arm. "In fact, I've got a great idea for what my first command to you two is going to be." Her thin smile of amusement sent shivers down his spine.