A bath and Marcus earns her favor

Marcus lay on the grass, curled up at Irena's feet. It wasn't the most comfortable place to be, listening to the huntresses around him chat happily about their victory as they finished off their meals, but at least no-one was hurting him or anything. Every now and then Irena would lean over and touch him, gently stroking up and down his naked back, or scratching around his ears and hair with her callused fingers. The young prince froze stiff each time, worried she was going to suddenly grab and beat him across the butt with that horrible riding crop, but she didn't.

It took a little while, but he was starting to understand why she was suddenly being so gentle. Just like she'd told him from the start, Irena wanted him to act like an animal. To keep quiet, stay on all fours and do everything she said. So long as he did, she'd treat him like a good pet who deserved a few comforts, like being tenderly fed his supper from her hand, or getting stroked when he was anxious.

It wasn't a lesson he was eager to learn, but she wasn't giving him much choice in the matter. He knew the instant he disobeyed her, that crop or something even worse was going to crack across his tender flesh, brutally teaching him to obey. Marcus wasn't brave, smart or strong like his Father, who'd probably fight this to his last breath, find a way to knock Irena on her butt and escape her clutches. The young prince just couldn't bear the thought of her hitting him again, so why not lie here like a good pet and let her stroke him instead? Her fingers even felt kind of nice, especially when she rubbed behind his ears. It was like she knew exactly how to stroke and scratch him to calm his frayed nerves.

"Alright ladies." Irena rose to her feet suddenly. Marcus bit his lip, frantically swallowing a yelp of shock. He didn't know if squeaks or squeals were even allowed yet, or if he had to be totally silent for her not to punish him. "I've got to get my adorable bunny here washed for the night, then I'll be retiring to my tent with him." There were a few rough chuckles at that, and some smirking remarks from the huntresses about his tongue and her pussy that made Marcus blush.

When Irena turned to stride away, clicking her fingers in front of his nose as she passed, he was almost eager to scramble up and crawl after her, if it meant getting away from all these women laughing at him. The horrible tail wiggling behind his butt got a few more comments, mostly coos about how darling and adorable it was that made him bristle. How would these girls like to have a piece of ivory shoved up their own butts? He'd like to see them try to crawl around with it!

Irena led him away from the campfires, towards a larger tent near the back of the camp. From inside some of the others he crawled past, Marcus could hear some very odd noises. Muffled grunts and squeals, women gasping and moaning in trembling voices, and now and then the crack of something striking flesh followed by a yelp or groan. What was happening? It almost sounded like the huntresses were...wrestling or something in there.

Just like that, it hit him, and his blush went volcanic! They were having sex! This must be why they'd dragged away some of the men from the group behind the wagon. To **** them! He hurried after Irena, not wanting to get caught up in whatever horrible, naughty things the huntresses were doing to their captives. When they reached the larger tent he supposed must be hers, the huntress queen paused just outside.

"Sit here, little bunny, and wait for me." She ordered, pointing at the ground at her feet. Marcus awkwardly got up on his haunches, trying to rest his butt in the grass without shoving that horrible tail any deeper inside. Just thinking about the awful thing made him so much more aware of the way it sat inside his tender hole, the stretching feeling still sending those awful hot tingles down into his dick.

To his shock, Irena turned and strode away, just leaving him there on the grass. He watched her disappear round behind another tent without even a backward glance. Turning his head hurriedly, he couldn't even see any other huntresses around, apart from a few faint shadows back around the campfires. There was no-one watching him. If he got to his feet and ran, maybe he could escape from Irena, get somewhere safe and meet up with Uncle Gaius and his Mother. His Father would be proud of him then, right? If he showed he could be brave after all!

He just started to rise to his feet, before it hit him suddenly how dumb that would be. He was naked, helpless and he had absolutely no idea where he was. Like his Father had tried to tell him earlier, there was no way a weak, girly boy like him could outrun a woman like Irena, not to mention all the other huntresses she had around her camp. They'd catch him in a flash, and then he'd just get himself punished again. She'd left him here like this because she knew that. Otherwise she'd have tied him up or something.

Sighing miserably, Marcus sat back down and waited, shivering as a blast of cool wind whistled past his naked body. At least real bunnies had fur to protect them from the cold. What he wouldn't give for little paws to cover his freezing fingers and toes. Couldn't Irena give him that along with this horrible tail?

"I knew you were a smart one." He almost jumped out of his skin at her voice from behind his back. Squirming round on his haunches, he saw the huntress queen standing there holding a bucket in her hands with a fluffy towel draped over one arm. She was smiling down at him, looking rather gentle by her standards. He shrank back as she crouched down in front of him and laid the bucket in the grass. It was full of soapy water, covered in a film of bubbles. "Now, you've been really good tonight, my adorable little bunny." Irena continued, holding up a cloth in her other hand. "So, back on all fours, let's make sure that continues while I bathe you and you can have a special treat once we make it inside my tent. The kind that only very good pets get."

Marcus lent forward, putting his hands flat on the grass and lifting up his hips. He wasn't sure he wanted anything to do with a special treat from her, but there was no point making her angry at him now. Irena nodded once, then dipped the cloth in the water and rubbed it along his bare back. It was warm at least, but the water quickly cooled against his skin and soon he was shivering again as she pressed the wet cloth into his belly, rubbing it all over his chest and nipples too. She seemed to notice his discomfort, because she started washing him quicker, briskly wetting each of his legs and feet, then moving over his trembling butt.

He let out a little yelp when she tugged on his tail, twisting it inside his butt. His eyes watered as the wide part stretched him open, but with one more pull she yanked the ivory right out of him. It left him breathing hard, with a strange empty feeling in his butt, like his insides were trying to clench tight around nothing. He watched anxiously over his shoulder as she washed the tail and set it to one side. Then she wet the cloth and pressed it gently between his tender butt, rubbing the water up and down over his tense little hole. A little whimper escaped his lips as he felt the rough cloth scratch over that very sensitive part of him. It was really hard not to shiver and squirm away from her hand, but he was worried what she'd do to him then.

Irena smiled gently, and suddenly her other hand was in his hair, scratching behind his ears again. Even as she washed the rest of him, lifting up each his legs and arms in turn to wet them too with warm, soapy water, her hand kept moving back there, rubbing at his scalp and forehead with her callused fingers. Despite the cold and all his worries, Marcus found her caresses soothing. Soon he was still and quiet, letting her do as she pleased to him. There wasn't much point in trying anything else, was there?

At last, she seemed satisfied, tossing the wet cloth into the bucket with the rest of the water. Marcus shivered for a moment, before suddenly she'd tossed the fluffy towel over his body and started briskly rubbing him down. He squirmed a little as she dried every inch of him, including some very sensitive spots, but when she was finished he felt much warmer.

"You are such a good boy." Irena cooed, as she set the towel down to one side. "I've never had a male behave this well so early in his training before." She sounded happier than he'd ever heard her. Despite everything, Marcus felt a faint warmth inside his chest at that. He'd always liked it when people were happy with him, even, it seemed, when they were vicious kidnappers who wanted to turn him into an animal. When she grabbed the fluffy tail again he felt his heart sink, but instead of shoving it back inside his butt she just held it in her hand. It seemed like she wasn't going to put it inside him again just yet, something that he was very much relieved about.

Irena rose back to her feet, put the bucket and towel down just outside the entrance to her tent, then clicked her fingers sharply and ducked inside herself. Feeling the cold bite of the wind returning, Marcus didn't hesitate to crawl after her and slip through the cloth entranceway after the huntress queen. As he shuffled awkwardly inside on hands and knees, he couldn't help but wonder faintly what she meant about a special treat. Maybe it would be something he'd enjoy after all?