She has the young prince prepare himself for her

Marcus stumbled after Kriss up a flight of stairs leading to the higher floors of the mansion. The cruel woman had tied a leather leash round his neck and dragged him along after her, giving it a vicious, strangling tug every time he fell behind. The worst part was she didn't even seem angry at him. At least if she was mad there'd be some reason for her cruelty. Instead, the **** was just so casual and that made him even more terrified of what waited for him once they reached her room.

At the top of the stairs, the mansion opened out into a long corridor, lined with lush red carpet. This area seemed to be where these awful slavers displayed their wealth. As the young prince was dragged forward, he saw statues and paintings displayed in small alcoves lining the passageway, and rows of forbidding wooden doors. As they walked past one, a shrill, muffled scream echoed from within, the sound sending shivers down his spine.

"Jana's room." Kriss glanced back at him with a cold smirk. "That sounded like that snotty noble's daughter too, the one whose sweetheart I whipped last night. Guess she really pissed my dear sister off today. You remember what I told you, pretty boy. About keeping on her good side, or it'll be you howling in there next time."

Marcus nodded frantically, feeling sick with helpless panic. Charity was being tortured in there! Worse still, there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. If he tried to fight or escape now, Kriss would just hurt him even worse as punishment. He knew that was true and that he was too weak to stop these awful sisters doing whatever they wanted, but it still made him feel like such a worthless coward. Why couldn't he be strong and brave like his Father or Uncle, strong enough to save everyone! Only Dennis was really strong and brave enough to try and escape...and that hadn't helped him in the slightest. He still hadn't even seen the poor groom since that awful whipping.

Finally the cruel woman dragged him in front of the door at the end of the corridor. She fished a key from her belt and popped open the lock, then stepped inside, yanking him along with her. Marcus found himself standing in a large room, dominated by the looming double bed with velvet sheets waiting against the far wall. A large collection of whips, canes and other scary things he didn't recognized hung on a rack next to the door, and there was some kind of wooden stand set up next to the bed and a desk in the corner. Apart from that, there didn't seem to be much furniture here at all, or any of the pretty art he'd seen outside. The walls were bare, severe stone, and under his feet there was just a rough, scratchy rug.

"There's a bath through the door in the corner, pretty boy." Kriss turned and deftly undid the leash, her callused fingers lingering over the skin of his throat as she did so. "I've got a bit of work to do before I can enjoy you properly, so get yourself freshened up. You stink of pussy-juice from those two worthless sluts right now and I want you nice and clean for me before I get started. I'll be inspecting you afterwards, and if I'm not satisfied you're getting double the number of strokes. You got that?"

"Yes Mistress." Marcus whimpered. As he turned to go for the door she'd told him about, her hand darted down and smacked him really hard across the butt, making him jump and squeal. A hot, stinging welt prickled up across his flesh, and he glanced tearfully back at her, lips trembling.

"Been waiting to do that all day." She chuckled. "Now get moving, you sweet thing. Make it fast, or I'll do much worse to you." Her amusement was almost as scary as her anger, and the young prince scrambled away from her, his poor butt burning hot. It wasn't until he'd slipped through the door into a smaller room that he let himself sob hoarsely, too terrified she'd hurt him again. Just like she'd told him, there was a brass tub waiting for him, filled to the brim with water.

Sniffling softly, he scurried over and lowered himself over the end. The water was lukewarm, but it still felt good to dunk his body under and hide there after the horrible day he'd had. With Kriss' warnings echoing in his ears, he grabbed the brush and soap waiting on the side and hurriedly scrubbed himself all over. It made him blush and shudder to think about, but he focused especially on cleaning his dick and undercarriage, knowing with sickening certainty that whatever she did to him today was going to involve sex in some way.

After wringing out his silver hair, he leapt out of the bath, water dripping down his shivering body. There was a towel folded up and waiting on the side, so he grabbed it and dried himself as quickly as he could. Done, in what felt like record time, but he still felt a cold pit of panic in his belly at the thought he might be too late or somehow not clean enough for her. Fifteen strokes was bad enough. He wasn't sure he'd survive thirty.

Breathing hard, he scrambled back into the bedroom, his legs shaking so much it was hard to even stay upright. Kriss was sitting at her desk, leaning over some papers with a quill in her hand. Her head snapped up to look at him, that same hungry look in her eyes as they flickered up his naked body.

"Well, don't you look even cuter now you're clean." She grinned like pleased cat. "Come here, sweet thing. You can kneel next to my leg while I finish here." She pointed at a spot next to her chair. Feeling rather like he was walking into a lion's jaws, Marcus shuffled forward and lowered himself down where he'd been told, wincing as his knees landed on the scratchy carpet. While Kriss kept writing with one hand, the quill scratching deftly over the page, her other arm reached down to him. The young prince stiffened as he felt her fingers in his hair, tugging at soft strands, before smoothing them back down against his scalp. There was something so possessive about the casual gesture, like he was some pretty lapdog waiting beside her chair to be fed. At last, she put the quill down and leant back with a sigh. Marcus trembled like a leaf, his heart thumping in his chest. "Stand up." She leered down at him, her icy eyes drifting hungrily over his naked skin. "It's inspection time."