Spending the night with Kriss

"The losers of our little competition go back to the cells tonight, I'm afraid." Kriss explained, her face alight with cold amusement. "Plus, they get a nasty extra punishment, to motivate them to do better tomorrow. Just a way to make sure you're all doing your very best to appeal to us. The winner gets a nice little basket in the room of the trainer who picked them, with a blanket and everything. Of course, in exchange for that generosity, you'll have to spend the evening doing absolutely everything I want, getting used however I want, and let me tell you, nothing gets me hornier than training you little shits." She smirked coldly, and Marcus felt his heart sink. It was already so obvious she was going to pick him. No matter what this extra punishment was, he'd much rather go back to that dungeon and sleep on itchy straw if it meant he didn't have to spend another moment with this awful woman. And now she was going to **** him too? After the day he'd just had that really wasn't much of a surprise, but it still made his heart sink miserably in his chest. "Normally I draw this out more, make you sweat and beg to earn my favor, but there's really not much suspense left about who I'm going to choose today, is there?" Kriss continued, pacing up and down in front of the three naked teens. "Those udders might be fun to play with." She prodded poor Polly in the boob with her whip, making the maid wince and sniffle. "But you're just too dull, you slobbering heifer, and I've already had plenty of fun with you, Tania." She paused again in front of the redhead, giving the naked girl a vicious leer. "It was me who took your virginity with one of my toys, wasn't it, all those weeks ago? You were so ungrateful when I offered at first, but I soon had you begging for me to **** you, didn't I?"

"Yes Mistress." The redhead replied dully.

"And what did you learn that day?" Kriss sneered.

"That I'm just a worthless fucktoy, Mistress." Tania breathed softly. Marcus shivered beside her. The words were bad enough, but it was the listless way she said them that was somehow even more disturbing. Like she'd given up entirely, accepting whatever **** was heaped on her like she deserved it. And they'd done this to her in just a few weeks!

"That you are, cunt." Kriss nodded, then she took the one step across and turned to loom over the young prince. He shivered as he felt her icy blue eyes trace hungrily down his naked skin, too scared to even look at her face. Again, she pressed the handle of that awful whip against his chin, lifting him up, the turning his face from side to side as she studied him. He didn't dare fight or struggle, even as his lips trembled and his heart thumped away in his chest. "Now here's a choice worth picking. Even if you weren't the prince, I'd take you anyway just because you're so damned cute." She purred, leering down at him like he was a piece of meat. "But as it stands, there's no way I'm missing my chance to get a taste of our very first royal ****, before anyone else even has a nibble. How do you feel about spending the night with me, pretty boy? And don't you dare lie to me."

"I'm scared, Mistress." Marcus admitted, his voice soft and trembling. He was afraid she might whip him for saying that, but instead she just smiled coldly.

"Smart boy." She let the whip drop at last. "You just keep being smart, do everything I tell you and this won't be quite as bad as you're afraid of. Hell, you'll even learn a few things that should help keep you out of trouble when you're with the other trainers. Not all of them are as patient as I am. Like my sister, now she's a really nasty cunt. You'd better be careful when she chooses you, pretty boy, because she'll do some truly horrible things to you if you piss her off." Marcus shuddered again. Kriss had used her whip on the girls viciously and without hesitation, no matter how much they'd screamed and begged, not to mention how she'd tortured poor Dennis yesterday. He couldn't even imagine how Jana could be worse, but somehow he didn't doubt it was true. Of the horrible sisters, she'd always scared him far more. There was something really terrifying about a woman who dressed so elegantly, but hid such a vicious heart underneath, even when compared to a brute like Kriss. "Follow, slaves!" The awful woman barked, turning back towards the door. Marcus took in a hoarse gasp of relief as her eyes finally flickered off his face. It felt like he hadn't even breathed once since she'd looked at him, and his heart was still hammering like a drum. And now he had to spend the night with her? He wasn't sure he could take that, but what choice did he have?

The three of them scampered naked after Kriss as she strode through the door, leading them back out into the quiet corridors of this awful mansion. It was the same path they'd taken before, down the same long, empty passageway. In spite of its lavish exterior, this house seemed so bleak and dull on the inside, the walls just blank, unpolished stone like that of a dungeon. No doubt exactly as intended. It made Marcus feel even more beaten-down and lost. This whole terrible place was built for one purpose, to train people into willing sex-slaves, and he was trapped in the middle of it!

Soon they were outside the door to the large room where they'd all been fed earlier. There were two of those black-robed guards waiting outside, with the same horrible canes slipped under their arms. The young prince trembled at the sight, shrinking back behind Tania. He'd been lucky enough to escape the day unbeaten so far, largely thanks to the dubious protection of Kriss' interest in him, and he had absolutely no desire to change that.

"You two." Kriss pointed her whip at Polly and Tania. "Feeding time. You'll be washed after, and then one of the other lucky trainers gets to give you all the extra strokes you've earned yourself today. It'd be me if I wasn't so keen to have the pretty prince in my bed, so you're getting off easy thanks to him. Now get in there and eat!" She snapped sharply, and both girls leapt to obey, darting naked through the doors between the two watchful guards. Marcus knew they both must be terrified, particularly poor Polly, but it still hurt a little that neither of them even spared him a backward glance. That left him alone, the one **** left, soon to have all of Kriss' attention focused entirely on him. The thought made him tremble, and he had to bite his lip to stop a scared little whimper escaping. "You got his punishments?" The awful woman asked one of the guards, nodding at the shivering prince.

"Yes, boss." The man slipped a piece of parchment from his armor and handed it over to her. She scanned it for a moment, and her lips curled into another of those awful, scary smiles that made Marcus shiver.

"Ten strokes, lucky me! I'm going to enjoy this." Kriss chuckled coldly, instantly echoed by her two horrible cronies. "Five from the nurse, that's less than most earn in there. And then five from my dear sister too. What did you do to earn these, pretty boy?" She turned to leer at him again. Marcus just froze stiff, his mouth hanging open in panic. A strangled, whimpering noise was all that emerged from his trembling lips. Now she was going to beat him too? After everything that had happened he'd forgotten all about those five strokes the nurse and Jana had mentioned! "Speak up, or I'll make it twenty." Kriss growled, a hint of very dangerous menace slipping into her voice.

"With the nurse...I didn't take off my clothes when she asked, Mistress." Marcus stammered, his stomach twisting in awful, sickly knots. "And...then, I was trying to help Polly and I spoke without permission and..." His voice died in a strangled sob, fresh tears of terror dribbling down his cheeks.

"So it was the dumb cow's fault you pissed off my sister, why am I not surprised?" Kriss sneered. "We'll deal with these in good time..." She waved that horrible slip of paper in front of his face, then slipped it into the front of her robe. "And you can have another five for hesitating just then. When a superior asks you a question, you answer quick-smart and you tell her exactly what she wants in a clear, concise manner. You got that?"

"Yes Mistress." Marcus nodded frantically, forcing out the words. He wanted to wipe the stinging tears out of his eyes, but if he moved now would she beat him even more? Fifteen was already far too many. If she used that awful whip the way she had on Dennis, how was he supposed to take that? He'd die for sure...she had to know that, right?

"Come, ****." Kriss growled, striding past him. "Let's get you to my room." As he turned to follow, Marcus noticed both her guards were watching him too, their eyes fixed on his naked body. They were staring at him so hungrily, even though they were both men. A cold, icy chill slipped into his chest, and he darted after Kriss, still sobbing softly.