They're fed, then Marcus gets picked for special treatment

There wasn't much resistance from any of the captives after Jana's awful speech. Everyone seemed just too shocked and terrified to fight, and the eagle-eyed guards made sure it stayed that way with vicious strikes of their canes directed at any who hesitated or showed the slightest sign of disobedience. Their barked orders were soon obeyed without question. Under the watchful eyes of the cruel sisters, the group of naked prisoners were **** to their feet and marched down another corridor to a large, barren hallway filled with rough, uncomfortable benches and wooden tables.

There, they were each **** to eat a bowl of watery gruel, made even worse by a strange, bitter aftertaste Marcus couldn't quite identify. He found himself wondering if these people were awful enough to add something to their food just to make it taste worse. Probably, but he still ate every mouthful and licked the bowl clean afterwards, too terrified to do anything else. He felt kind of funny afterwards though, his skin tingly and hot like he was blushing all over.

Worse, he just couldn't stop himself from staring at the naked bodies of the girls around him, his gaze flickering to their boobs and butts. He wasn't the only one having this problem. Several of the other boys were sporting erections he couldn't help but notice were much bigger than his own little one and the girls were wriggling and shifting on their seats. Sitting next to him, he saw Polly blushing furiously, struggling to cover her huge naked boobs with one hand and hide her stiff pink nipples. It was horrible. How could he and all these others get turned on in such an awful situation?

"Your Highness, get up from there and come here, right now!" A mocking voice suddenly sneered from behind him. Marcus nearly jumped out of his skin. He tore his gaze from Polly's boobs and snapped his head round. Standing there were Kriss and Jana, both leering at him like he was a piece of meat. The thought of going near those two made his skin crawl, but if he didn't obey they'd hurt him too! He leapt up from his bench, all too aware of the shocked gazes of the other prisoners following his every move. No-one dared to talk, but they all still stared at him as he scurried over to the horrible sisters. As soon as he was close enough, Kriss reached out a lazy hand and slapped him hard across the face. His head snapped to one side and he saw stars. "That was for taking too long." She snapped at him. "First lesson, a **** obeys every order without hesitation."

Marcus just stared back at her, his cheek stinging and tears in his eyes. He could hardly believe how casually she'd struck him, like it was just the most natural thing in the world. Princes didn't get hit! She couldn't do that! But she had, and he knew there was lot more waiting for him if he ever upset her again. Worse, as he stared at her tall, toned body, he couldn't stop his gaze from drifting over her muscled shoulders and the slight swell of her boobs under her robe. Even shocked and in pain, his little dick twitched and tingled between his legs. What was wrong with him? How could he be attracted to her of all people?

"You're planning to take him then?" Jana frowned faintly. "What if I want first crack at royalty?"

"You promised yesterday, remember Sis?" Kriss glowered, tensing under her robe in a way that made her muscles bulge. Marcus swallowed anxiously at the somehow appealing sight.

"That I did." Jana sighed. "Very well then. Do try not to break him too much. When it comes to my turn, I'd rather prefer for him to have some of that appealing innocence intact so I can strip it from him piece by piece." Her icy blue eyes drifted down the young prince's skin as she spoke, a thin smile on her lips that made his skin crawl. Somehow he got the terrifying sense that she was even worse than her twin, even though Kriss had been the one hurting everyone so far. Just like before though, his utter terror didn't stop him from staring open-mouthed at the slight curves her elegant dress hinted at. She...was so scary, but she was pretty too.

"I make no promises." Kriss chuckled coldly. "Now, who else should be mine for the day? Let's say, Tania, here!" She pointed sharply at the floor in front of her. In a flash, the redhead Marcus had noticed earlier leapt to her feet like a bee had stung her butt, scurrying over to them and standing right there naked in a rather odd way. Her head was up and her back ramrod straight like she was in front of royalty, but at the same time her shoulders were rolled back, her arms behind her, and her thighs spread. Marcus couldn't stop himself from staring at her open-mouthed. She was showing off everything, her boobs thrust up like she was presenting them to him, and between her legs her pink pussy was right there! How could he not look, especially with this strange hot tingling still filling up his body? "And finally, the slut with the fat cow tits." Kriss snapped. There was silence for a moment, none of the captives daring to move. Polly was the first to flinch, an anxious look flickering across her pretty face. "That's right, you!" Kriss bellowed furiously. "Get over here right now or you'll taste my whip across those saddlebags."

With a strangled yelp of terror, the busty maid leapt to her feet and ran over while awkwardly trying to hide her big boobs with her hands. For a moment Josh looked like he was going to get up too, but one of the guards moved between them, cane in hand. The kitchen boy looked angry and scared, his worried eyes flickering to his sister, but he stayed put. Polly was panting hard and pale as a sheet as she stood behind Marcus with him between her and the awful sisters. The young prince wished he could help her, but he knew he wouldn't do her much good as a shield.

"Interesting choices, Sister. The cowardly prince, the broken bird and the big-breasted dullard I make them." Jana drawled, her cold gaze flickering over each in turn. "While I look forward to seeing what you accomplish with them, I shall aim to be more discerning in my own approach than simply picking the very easiest to train."

"Fuck you." Kriss spat. "Three of you, with me. In a line, Tania first. If you don't keep up, I'll whip you." With that she turned and strode away across the hallway, taking long strides. The redhead, Tania it seemed, moved like a flash to follow. It took Marcus an instant to realise he was supposed to be going too, and with his cheek still stinging from her slap he was too afraid of her not to obey. He started forward, then realized Polly had made no move either. The busty maid looked frozen stiff in terror.

"Polly!" He gasped. Her tear-filled eyes snapped to him. He beckoned her frantically with his hand. She had to move, or else she'd get hurt too! "Please, come!"

"Slaves don't speak without permission, dear." Jana cooed, her voice thick with a sickly triumph. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to mark you down for five extra strokes for that. Now run along both of you, after my dear sister. She's very much serious about that threat to use her beloved whip again." That was enough to sting Polly into action. As Marcus scurried away to follow Kriss, she scampered after him, too terrified to even try to hide her huge boobs any more. They bounced and jiggled with each of her frantic steps, and it was really hard for the young prince to tear his gaze from them. He only managed it because he was so scared of accidently running into Tania's back and making Kriss angry.

As he followed the redhead towards the door, he noticed Jana and some of the other guards were making their own choices too, picking out small groups of prisoners and separating them from the others. Jana's choices were Charity and then two of the male prisoners, both of sporting big, stiff erections as they stood fearfully in front of her. Why were they doing this though? What were they being chosen for?