He manages to hide it, but ends up in an even worse position.

Legs and arms trembling, Marcus lifted himself up onto all fours. He could maybe hide how hard his dick was, but there was no way Irena was going to spare him the crop if he didn't do as she said. His butt was still aching so much he felt like he'd die if she hit him again.

"Follow me pet, and stay on all fours." Irena rose back to her feet, clicking her fingers like he was some disobedient puppy. Then she turned and strode for the door. Whimpering softly, the young prince scampered after her on hands and knees. He couldn't help but be aware of the hard lump of ivory jammed into his butthole. The horrible stretching feeling still made his poor dick ache and throb. Every second or so he felt his muscles clench, trying to **** the awful thing out. It was jammed in there so tightly it didn't even move and somehow squeezing it so tightly made his butt feel all hot and tingly.

Now he'd figured out exactly why it was that awful shape. His tense butthole was gripping the smaller neck so tightly that the actual larger part causing him so much distress just couldn't slip out, no matter how hard he pushed or how slippery and oiled it was. Worse still, he knew that awful, humiliating ball of fluff was wiggling from side to side as he crawled awkwardly across the floor after Irena. The way his hips had to roll as he moved his knees along the carpet made sure of that. It would be so obvious, a white rabbit's tail jutting out from his poor, aching, bruised butt. He was blushing to his neck and ears, hoping desperately that there wasn't going to be anyone outside to see him like this.

Thankfully the corridor was empty. Irena was walking fairly slowly, enough that he could just about manage to keep up. He wondered why she bothered. Probably just so she could amuse herself by knowing he was clinging to her heels. Marcus bit his lip. He knew he should be struggling to his feet now and trying to run while there weren't any of her horrible huntresses to stop him. Or maybe if he was really brave he should punch her while she wasn't looking. He didn't want to hurt anyone, but she deserved it! Only...he was way too scared, and she was just so strong. She probably would hardly feel a hit from him, and then she'd get all mad and beat him again!

They were headed back to the throne room, he realized suddenly. That made him think of his poor Father, wounded and beaten, with that awful girl Felicia **** his limp body. He shivered, hoping that the King had somehow managed to escape during the night. If anyone could do it, it would be his brave, strong Father! Then the King would come save him, right?

The door to the throne room was guarded by another huntress, her leather armor bristling with daggers and a curved longbow slung over her shoulder. She was quite young, maybe only a couple years older than Marcus. The young prince felt his heart sink and he scampered closer to Irena, trying to hide his body behind her legs. Somehow it felt even worse thinking that a girl his age was going to see him like this! Oh please, let her somehow not notice him! It was hopeless of course. A naked boy scrabbling around on the floor with a bunny's tail jammed in his butt was never going to escape. Sure enough, he saw the woman glance down at him, smiling eagerly as her hungry gaze traced over his naked body.

"Oh my, look at him!" She squealed, clapping delightedly. "So adorable!" She darted forward round Irena, leaning down to stare at Marcus with a huge smile. The young prince shuddered with shame, desperately wishing a hole would open up in the ground and swallow him whole. "You made him into a bunny?" She cooed, leaning round to stare at that awful fluffy tail.

"Yes." Irena was smirking, cool amusement in her eyes. "Thought about a couple other things, but this suits him best. He's small and cowardly, you see?" Marcus shuddered as the girl leaned over to examine his tail. He felt sick with shame, but he was too scared to even try and run. It'd make no difference.

"He is just the cutest male I've ever seen!" The huntress gasped, raising her head at last to look at Irena. "Oh, can I touch him, please my Queen?"

"Go ahead." Irena nodded. With a delighted squeal, the young huntress crouched down beside Marcus and grabbed him by the waist. Her other hand ran over his belly, and he squealed in shock when she pinched his poor nipples. They really were treating him just like an animal. That was what made this so awful. The casual way this woman ran her hands over his naked skin, touching every inch of him like he was a cute puppy she could fawn over. Only it was even worse than that. If he was a dog she might be worried that he was so distressed. Right now she didn't even care that he was hating every moment.

"Oh dear, this poor bottom looks so very sore." The girl murmured, her hand running over the young prince's aching butt. She was being gentle, but Marcus still moaned softly at the sharp shock of pain her hand sent through his bruised skin. "Must you be so cruel to him, my Queen?"

"He was naughty and needed the lesson." Irena shrugged, not even having the decency to look guilty about the vicious beating she'd given him. "He's a timid one though. I think a couple more hard punishments like that and he'll give up trying to fight what he is. All of them do eventually. Then you can start training them properly. He'll fit into my stable soon."

"I've never had one." The huntress sighed. She was stroking Marcus' head now as the young prince trembled and sobbed, tears of hot shame streaming down his cheeks. He thought he'd cried them all away last night, but this was just so awful he found he couldn't hold them back. "I want to train my own, you see, make him into a cute, cuddly puppy. The ones back home are already so docile. It's no fun that way."

"What's your name, girl?" Irena asked.

"Valerie, my Queen." The huntress raised her head, looking away from the sobbing Marcus at last. Her hand was still in his hair, scratching at his ears now. He just didn't understand how she could act this way. At least Irena had treated him almost like a person at first, even if it was just to humiliate him even more. This girl just seemed to think he was all animal, not worth speaking a word to.

"We've taken a good few prisoners this raid and we'll be heading back to Kapria in a couple hours." Irena continued. "Talk to the quartermaster, tell her I said you could have your pick of the male stock who haven't yet been claimed." The girl gasped in shock.

"Oh, thank you, my Queen!" She squealed in delight, jumping to her feet.

"Just don't be too soft on him, no matter how cute he is." Irena smiled wryly. "They all need a firm hand at first. Even this one. Come, little bunny." She waved her hand at Marcus, who was still trembling on all fours and sobbing hoarsely, a puddle of tears staining the carpet under his head. "Let's go see your Father."