Marcus gets a lesson in obedience from his older sister

"It's clear to me, runt, that you decided to betray me because I wasn't strict enough with you." Jenny snapped, standing at the end of the bed and glaring down at Marcus coldly. She was naked now, her muscled body towering over the shivering young prince. As frightened and heartsick as he was, Marcus couldn't stop his gaze from darting to her boobs and between her toned thighs. No matter how furious she sounded, her pussy was glistening wet and swollen. "Naughty boys like you need a very firm hand. I treated you nicely, cared about your pleasure when we were in bed, but that stops right now. You're going to serve me instead, do everything I say, and you're going to learn to love it! Mother doesn't deserve your obedience and submission, but I do! I'm your big sister and you belong to me, in every way that matters. By the time this night is through, you're going to worship me the way I deserve, and you're never going to dare disappoint me ever again!"

"Jenny, please!" Marcus squealed, pulling against his bonds. She was sounding even crazier now! "I'm sorry! I was just scared, I wasn't going to let Mother go, please!" Her hand darted down and smacked him hard across the cheek, sending his head snapping to one side. Kneeling in the corner where Jenny had dragged her by the hair, their Mother made a strangled sobbing noise, but still didn't move. The young prince's cheek burned and stinging tears filled his eyes. He'd always thought the Queen would do anything to protect him, but now she was just sitting there watching Jenny smack him around! What had his sister done to her?

"Don't you dare speak to me! You haven't earned that right." Jenny snarled, grabbing him by the hair and yanking him up to look at her flushed, furious face. "Lies, lies lies! That's all that spills from that sweet mouth of yours. I think we should find a better use for it, one more suited to the mouths of sniveling, treacherous little brothers who dare betray their sisters!" Her hands darted down to his shoulders and she flipped him onto his back. Still trussed up in all these horrible cuffs, Marcus winced in pain as his stretched shoulders and hips strained underneath him. He only had a moment to squeal in shock as Jenny leapt up onto the bed, planting her knees on either side of his head. Before he could even take a breath, she lowered herself down, smearing her wet pussy all over his open mouth. "Lick me, runt." She growled above him. "Make it good, or this gets even harder for you."

Marcus didn't dare disobey, not now. As his tongue flickered free and he hurriedly licked her hot, swollen flesh he prayed that if he was just good and did as she said she'd forgive him. Maybe things could go back to how they had been if he just made her happy with him again. Jenny had been rough and forceful the first night, she hadn't slapped him around or said horrible things to him. And then she'd even started easing up and being nice like yesterday. He'd been so stupid to go and mess that up, upsetting his older sister so terribly.

Jenny must have been very aroused already, because it didn't take much of his frantic tonguing before she started shaking and moaning above him. Her thighs squeezed in, squashing his cheeks firmly under hot muscle. In spite of the discomfort, Marcus just kept licking. With her sitting over him like this, all he could focus on was her wet pussy over his mouth, the taste of her juices and the trembling of her legs as he pleasured her. Somehow, the sickly guilt and fear that had been tormenting faded away as he heard her gasp and felt her pussy clench and throb against his tongue. He could almost forget how much he'd upset her, how he'd messed up so badly and ruined everything. In the moment, her pleasure was all that mattered to the wriggling boy.

"Fuck, yes!" She screamed above him. "That's it, runt. Show me how sorry and pathetic you are! Worship your older sister's pussy with that sweet tongue!" Marcus drove his tongue deeper inside her throbbing pussy, even more **** now to please her as her muscled thighs crushed his head between them. His little dick was throbbing and aching between his legs, his cheeks flushed hot as his mouth was filled with the taste of her juices. She was being so forceful and mean, but somehow he felt like part of him was enjoying that even more than when she'd treated him kindly.

He licked her to two more shaking, screaming orgasms buried there between her thighs, and then at last she lifted herself off him, kneeling there on the bed beside his head. The young prince was panting and twitching in his bonds, his mouth and chin drenched in her juices and his poor tongue hanging tiredly from between his lips. His bleary gaze flickered up to his older sister's face. Jenny was smirking down at him, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. A little gasp escaped her lips as one of her hands landed on his bare thigh. She reached in, her fingers drifting ever so close to his stiff little dick. Marcus trembled in anticipation, his hips wriggling in the cuffs. Only instead of touching him there, she traced a teasing finger along his shivering pelvis. He moaned in disappointment as his poor dick ached, **** for her touch.

"Look at how hard you are, little brother." She purred. "Trembling and aching for my touch even after I was so mean to you. It seems I was right about you and your naughty desires. This is how I make you mine forever. Through this cute little dick." Her hand darted up, fingers wrapping tightly around his throbbing shaft. Marcus yelped in shock. Her grip wasn't painful yet, but it was close, and the pressure on his swollen shaft had him on the verge of spurting already. "This is mine now, runt." She sneered, leaning over so that her pretty face hung right over his. "You don't touch it, you don't use it for anything but pleasing me, and you're never cumming again unless I give you permission. I'm going to tie you up everyday and make you worship every inch of my body, serving me and pleasuring me even as I make you beg for your release. You're going to learn your proper place is kneeling between my legs and quivering underneath me, just like a naughty little brother deserves."

As she finished snarling those words, the young prince was flushed and panting hot and his poor dick felt harder than it had ever been in his life. He had no idea how, but what she'd told him, the casual way she'd just claimed his cock and told him it was hers had him so aroused he could hardly even think. His hips wriggled, frantically trying to thrust his shaft through her tight grip and tease out just a little more pleasure so he could cum. True to her word though, Jenny just held him there, refusing to move her hand or give him what he was whimpering for.

Then her hand started moving, slowly pumping up and down his length. Marcus groaned in tearful relief, but quickly realized this wasn't nearly enough. Her grip was really loose now, her fingers barely tracing over the throbbing skin of his dick. Every time he got close she'd pause and let go, leaving his shaft pulsing forlornly, and tears of frustration in his eyes. All the while, her cold gaze was studying his face, reading his every reaction and using them against him. He was so hard by now it was getting painful, even his balls all swollen and tight, **** for release she just wouldn't give him. How long could she keep this up for? As she took him to the very aching brink and promptly let his poor cock go, pre-cum weeping from the tip, the sobbing young prince knew she could do this forever.

"Please!" He whimpered in a hoarse, broken voice. "Please, Jenny!" She just smirked even wider, continuing her slow, torturous stroking of his aching dick. "Please let me cum!" He squeaked shrilly, his hips wriggling frantically as she left his poor shaft throbbing forlornly in the air, **** for one more stroke that would finally push him over the edge.

"Hmm, I really like the sound of your begging, runt." Jenny purred, her voice rumbling with arousal even though she'd climaxed three times already. She leant in and licked his cheek, her tongue darting over his skin to taste the tears glistening there. "I think I'm going to be doing this a lot, teasing you, denying you." Marcus squealed as he felt her hands on his cock again. He bit his lip, **** to convince his aching, needy body that she wasn't going to let him cum anyway. Please let his dick go soft so she couldn't do this anymore! Instead he felt the aching need swell even hotter, and this time it was only seconds before she had to let him go again. "Here's a hint, silly little brother." Jenny drawled, before giving his other cheek another lingering lick and tasting even more of his tears. "If you want to cum, you're going to have to convince me you deserve it. Tell me how good you're going to be from now on." Marcus didn't hesitate even an instant. At this point, he'd say pretty much anything for her to stroke him just a little longer!

"I'll be good, Jenny!" He squealed. "Please, I'll do anything you want! I promise!" She just sighed softly, reaching her awful hand back towards his aching dick. As that horrible, painful stroking of his poor, throbbing shaft started again, Marcus wracked his feverish mind. It was so hard to even think through the haze of needy lust filling him up fit to bursting. "I'll worship you! I'll lick your pussy." He squeaked, just about managing to remember what she'd said to him before. "Please, Jenny, I'll be good, I know my place now, please! I know I have to always do what you say, forever and ever!" His hips thrashed, wriggling frantically from side to side. "I'll never betray you again. Please, I'll be yours, whatever you want! Just please...please let me cum!" She paused again, cocking her head to one side with a thoughtful frown on her face. Marcus stared up at her, heaving and sobbing as her hand hovered around his aching shaft, begging with his eyes for her to grab him again and just please stop teasing him like this!

"Okay, little brother, you've convinced me." Jenny nodded at last, those amazing, blissful words sending shudders of relief through his needy body. "It seems naughty little brothers get very obedient indeed when they're absolutely **** to cum, I'll have to remember that."

If he could think of anything but his poor, denied dick Marcus would have been very worried at the soft purr of pleasure in his older sister's worrying words. As it was, he just eagerly wiggled and thrust his hips. Please, she said he could! So why wasn't she touching him yet? Then her hand closed around his throbbing dick and he moaned in relief. She pumped her fingers up and down, gently teasing his poor, swollen head. In just moments, the young prince shuddered and squealed out, his whole body shaking in his bonds. His swollen balls tightened and his dick ached, as cum sprayed from the throbbing tip, a jet of pearly liquid gushing over his heaving belly.

He screamed again as Jenny's squeezing fingers milked another thick dollop, more than he'd ever spurted in his life before. His Sister kept squeezing and stroking, milking out drop after drop until at last he slumped back into the bed, gasping for air. Aching, warm satisfaction filled his body, somehow even more delightful after all that torturous denial. In his hazy head, he almost felt like all that horrible teasing had been worth it just to feel like this.

His bleary gaze flickered back to his sister, who was smirking down at him with triumph. A flicker of nervousness broke through the haze of satisfaction as Marcus remembered just what he'd promised her. It didn't seem like she was planning to go easy on him anytime soon. Before he could manage to find his voice, Jenny turned and glanced over her shoulder, her gaze narrowing.

"Come here, Mother." She snapped. There was a strangled whimpering noise from the corner where their Mother had been kneeling and the naked Queen rose to her feet on shivering legs.