A more intimate inspection

Marcus yelped in shock, struggling to wriggle out of Irena's fierce grip. No-one touched him there! Her hand was almost on his...dick! With a sharp click of her teeth, the huntress reached up and slapped him across the face. His head snapped to one side, his cheek already stinging. A wet sob escaped his lips at the sharp shock of pain.

"That was a warning." Irena sneered at him, cool fury in her eyes. "Struggle again and I'll hit you properly." Marcus froze, his head still ringing from the slap. No-one had hit him like that in his life and now she said she'd do it again, even harder! There were tears in his eyes as he stared at this awful, cruel woman.

Her hand was still holding him by the thigh, now the other slowly moved there too, patting his soft belly a couple times and then skating further down. He trembled in her grip, struggling not to wriggle away from her awful groping. There was a cruel sneer on her face now she had him firmly by both soft thighs. She gripped him there, her fingers digging into his plump flesh. He gasped at the sudden shock of pain, but she just smiled even wider, then patted him on the hip like he was some anxious puppy.

Worse still, she didn't even stop there. A pitiful whimper escaped the young prince's lips when he felt her hand dart down to his balls. She cupped them both in one hand, giving his little sack a gentle squeeze and that made him almost vomit at the uncomfortable feeling. Why touch him there? This...was so awful.

Still holding him there with one hand, she moved her other up to his soft dick. She took the head between two fingers, rolling it up and down. Her grip was soft and she didn't seem to want to hurt him, but Marcus still trembled like a leaf. Tears were dribbling down his cheeks, hot and painful. The worst part was how helpless it all made him feel. He was too weak and small and she was so big and strong and cruel. No matter how terrible he felt, there was nothing he could do to stop her.

"Such a cute little dick." The huntress cooed, still holding him gently by the achingly sensitive head. "You're a virgin, right little bunny?" Cheeks blazing despite his terror, the young prince nodded. He was too afraid of her not to answer. "Ah, I'll have to keep you away from my daughter." Irena grinned coldly, baring teeth. "She's around your age, and she just loves playing with virgin males. Only, I don't think any of them quite feel the same about her. Not once she's through with them anyway." Her cruel laugh, like a barking hyena, made Marcus shudder. There was no way he wanted to meet this daughter of hers. Not if she was anything like her mother.

At last she let him go, and the young prince let out a wet sob of relief. He just wanted to go hide under his bed and cry, but by the wolfish way she was staring at him he had the awful feeling she wasn't done yet. Sure enough, the huntress grabbed him firmly by the shoulder and spun him round, his trembling legs barely managing to keep him up from tumbling to the ground at her feet.

The young prince found himself staring down at his bed, the covers still mussed from where he'd been lying just moments ago. His book was there too, open to the page he'd been reading. That exact passage described how the brave lady knight had burst in and saved the peasant boy from the clutches of the villainess just when all hope seemed lost. His heart ached, and another hoarse sob escaped his lips. Where was his lady knight to come save him from this monster? He was so afraid, and so ****, but no matter how much he prayed for rescue he was left alone with just Irena. A worse monster than any of those he'd read about and been so scared of before.

He felt the huntress' hands now on the small of his back, those awful callused fingers tracing over his slender waist. Little shivers and sobs wracked his body. Now she was holding him even lower, and he whimpered when he felt her hand brush over his butt. Her fingers groped him, squeezing one soft cheek in her callused grip.

"Very nice." He heard this awful woman breath in his ear. "I love a cute young male with a nice butt. You're going to be spending a lot of time over my knee, little bunny." He jumped and squealed as she suddenly smacked him, the loud crack of her palm on his butt filling the room. Her cruel laugh made him tremble in terror. Then she smacked him again, even harder this time. The sharp sting brought even more tears. Worse, her hand was all over his butt now, rubbing and squeezing the soft flesh between her callused fingers.

There was a sudden sharp knock on the door to the room. Irena froze, one hand still squeezing his poor, stinging butt.

"What is it?" She snarled. "I said no disturbances!"

"Forgive me, my Queen." A woman's voice from the door. "You wanted to be told as soon as we had news. One of the huntress teams found their King just outside the castle and captured him. He's been taken to the throne room." Marcus froze, his heart going cold. No! That could only mean one thing! Now they had his Father too!