She makes Polly thank Marcus

"Now I know I said this a few minutes ago, so you've probably forgotten every word by now." Kriss continued, sneering down at Polly. "I give you an order, you do it, or I whip you. Nice and simple. Even a moron like you shouldn't have too much trouble with that." The poor maid was looking utterly distraught, her skin still marked by those horrible red welts and her eyes full of tears at the relentless ****. Marcus felt his heart ache in sympathy. Even he'd got the sense by now that the poor girl wasn't terribly sharp, but Kriss was acting like she could barely understand words. "So, my first instruction, for our resident dairy cow." The horrible woman straightened, letting the whip unfurl from her hand. The black tail dangled along the floor like a vicious snake, with just as painful a bite. "You're going to thank the pretty prince for saving your stupid ass by sucking that cute little cock of his, right here and now."

Polly's mouth dropped open, and for a moment it looked like she was going to reply. Then her tear-filled eyes flickered to the whip and she shuddered, her large boobs quivering on her chest. Seeming too afraid to resist, she hurriedly squirmed round to Marcus, giving him a panicked, **** look. The young prince was frozen too, utterly shocked at what he'd just heard. Did Kriss just order her...to suck his dick? Polly frantically lowered her head, diving between his legs before he could even grasp what was happening. He felt her tentative tongue flicker over his stiff dick, still-hard from the meal and moaned softly at the tingles of arousal it sent flooding through his skin. Oh...she was so soft...and she smelt good too.

"Come on, you dozy bitch." Kriss snarled, leaning over from the side so she could watch everything. Marcus blushed furiously at the unwanted scrutiny. Bad enough that she was making poor Polly do this to him, did she have to glare the whole time too! "I said suck, not lick. That means in your mouth, all of it!" Polly squealed shrilly and burrowed into Marcus' crotch. Her soft lips slipped around the aching head of his twitching dick, and he wriggled as she suckled noisily on the tip. In his lap, her head was bucking up and down. Her mouth slid along his aching shaft, so hot and wet and warm as it cradled his stiff little cock. He moaned again, his hips bucking up into her waiting mouth. No matter how awful and embarrassing this should have been, he just couldn't stop himself enjoying it! She'd taken his whole length now, her tongue teasing along his shaft. "Better." Kriss nodded. "Guessing that's not the first cock you've slobbered over, cause you're at least remembering to breath. Bet that takes every ounce of brain you have. Tania, you're up next." Her icy blue eyes flickered to the redhead. "I want to see you making out with our resident royal while the slow one handles his cock. Make it look good too. I want a nice show."

"Yes Mistress." Tania nodded stiffly. In an instant, she'd wriggled round herself, leaning over Polly's back. Her head moved towards Marcus' as he stared limply into her wet, green eyes. She was a very pretty girl, but she looked so sad. He was still wondering about that, when she suddenly darted forward and pressed her lips against his own.

The young prince went stiff, letting out a muffled squeal of shock. She was kissing him! A girl he didn't even know! Somehow that was even more shocking than Polly sucking on his dick. Then he felt Tania's tongue pressing against his lips, sliding into his parted mouth. What was she doing? He shuddered as he felt Polly's lips sliding up and down his aching dick at the same time. His whole body felt like it was vibrating, tingling arousal searing up from his lower body as his head filled up with heat. Tania turned her head slightly, pressing her mouth over his own while her tongue continued to tenderly brush over his own. As their lips smacked against each other, there was a wet, sloppy noise that made him blush even hotter. She drew back a little as he knelt there stiffly, until her tongue was just resting inside his mouth. Then she dove forward again with a hungry moan.

At the same time, Polly took his entire, twitching dick in her warm mouth and he felt the maid's tongue flicker along his length. Even though she'd been **** to do this, Marcus could feel something hungry and willing in her tender, sloppy sucking. She cradled his aching shaft in her lips, her tongue slipping free to tickle at his tight, swollen balls. Just like that, he felt his cock pulse in Polly's mouth and he was moaning hoarsely into Tania's lips as he came. The maid let out a muffled squeal as his stiff dick spurted hotly onto her waiting tongue.

"Swallow it all." Kriss snapped. Marcus blushed furiously, still struggling to breathe as Tania sucked on his lips. He'd almost forgotten the awful woman was there! "If a drop of cum ends up on my floor, you're licking the whole room clean" Polly's sucking became even more frantic, her body trembling in the young prince's lap. He moaned as her tongue flickered round the suddenly sensitive head of his dick, cleaning away the last of his spurt. Her tongue trembled as she swallowed down his cum, leaving him limp and gasping and feeling really rather strange. It had felt good...really good, cumming in her mouth like that. Much better than his clumsy hand could ever be. But at the same time he felt none of the usual warm satisfaction he'd always felt in his bed at night. Instead his body itched and ached for more, like it had been since they'd fed him that strange food. Both Polly and Tania were just continuing, and as the maid started suckling on his soft dick, he felt it already starting to stiffen like he hadn't just cum at all. "Enough." Kriss clapped her hands sharply. Both girls paused, then drew away. Tania shuffled back around immediately into the same kneeling position as before. Polly lay a little longer between his legs, her cheeks flushed and breathing hard. As Marcus found himself gazing longingly at her big, jiggling boobs he saw her nipples were even harder and stiffer than before. Then the maid let out a scared little squeak and wriggled into her place beside him, kneeling there awkwardly on the wooden floor. "That was pathetic, both of you." Kriss snarled, her icy eyes flickering between the two girls. "At least our moron has the excuse of utter stupidity to explain her ineptitude, but Tania, where were your hands? You should be teasing the boy or fiddling with your own tits or something, make a show of it like I said! A ****-girl gives pleasure to her Mistress in whatever way she can. If she's ordered to make out with another ****, then she should be focused on making it as pleasing a performance as she can, not trying to comfort the boy because she thinks he's fucking cute!"

"I'm very sorry, Mistress." The redhead lowered her head to the ground, her hands flat on either side. Her back was curved, all that pale skin bared. With a curled lip, Kriss cracked her wrist. The whip darted out, a blur of black motion flickering across the room. Marcus winced at the vicious crack as it slashed across the redhead's pale back. Tania just whimpered softly, her lips trembling.

Another slash, lying across the red welt already prickling up where the first had landed. This time the redhead yelped shrilly, the sound so full of anguish it brought tears to Marcus' eyes. He almost spoke out, almost tried to stop this, but he was just too scared. Two more vicious lashes, then Kriss paused, letting that horrible whip fall at last. Tania was sobbing softly, but she hadn't moved an inch from that strict position.

"That lesson goes the same for the two of you." Kriss snapped, turning her head to glare at Marcus and Polly. "Remember what you are, slaves. You're here to give your owner pleasure, that is what you are for! Everything you do, you should be focused on that. I want to see our cow here show off those saddlebags." She jabbed her whip at Polly's big boobs, making the maid flinch and whimper. "And you, pretty boy." She turned to Marcus, who froze stiff. "You're lucky enough to look just adorable, but that just means everyone's going to be looking your way! Blush all you want, I find it very cute, but make sure I like what I see from now on, or you'll be the one tasting my whip next. You got that!"

"Yes Mistress." Marcus nodded frantically. He thought he was way too scared to blush now, but when the scowl faded from her face and she leered at him, her icy eyes drifting down his body, he found heat flooding to his cheeks anyway.

"Just like that, adorable." She smirked. "Now, we're going to continue with today's lesson, and I expect you all to keep what I just told you in mind. Do as I say, but try to look good while doing it. Two concepts at the same time, I know that's going to be a real struggle for someone in this room." She sneered at Polly. "But I expect to see real effort. Girls, show off those tits where you can, pussies otherwise. And pretty boy, flutter those long girly lashes. Your ass is great too by the way, I love it, so when you're facing away I want to see those nice plump thighs wiggling for me, okay?" She cooed, learning over to give the young prince another leering look.

"Yes Mistress." Marcus blushed even hotter, very conscious of how different she sounded when she spoke to him, almost affectionate versus her furious snarling at the girls.

"Now, let's continue." Kriss straightened up, folding that horrible whip back under one arm. "Time for the dozy cow to get some pleasure. I want to hear her mooing. Stand up on those trotters, you dumb beast." Panting hard, Polly struggled to her feet, her legs shaking. "Pretty boy, you're up first. Shuffle around here and lick her pussy." Marcus swallowed hard. Just a few hours ago he couldn't have imagined he'd meekly follow such a lewd and naughty order, no matter how afraid he was. He'd have fought somehow, or argued, rather than have his purity forcibly taken from him.

Now though, he found his body already moving. It wasn't just that he was terrified of Kriss. As he shuffled round to kneel between Polly's legs he found himself staring up at her plump, wet pussy, dribbling clear juices onto her thighs. The aching, tingling of his skin made it so hard to resist. Before he even knew what he was doing, he leant forward and buried his face between the maid's soft legs. His tongue was out, tenderly licking across his hot, wet skin. She moaned and trembled above him, each sign of her pleasure sending a little, warm shiver down his spine. In the back of his mind, he was even remembering what Kriss had told him, bucking up off his knees and wiggling his hips from side to side. That should have been so embarrassing and scary, knowing she was probably leering at his naked butt again. Instead he found the thought sent another hot thrill through his body. What was happening to him?