Marcus gets his tail

"Wake up, little bunny." The young prince started awake at the sound of an unfamiliar voice cooing in his ear. For a moment he had no idea where he was, lying awkwardly curled up on the floor on top of a soft pillow. His bleary gaze fluttered open and he found himself staring at his parent's bed, empty with the covers all mussed up. Had he had a scary dream again and come to see him them during the night? How embarrassing... "You're so very cute when you're asleep." That same voice purred. The young prince turned his head to see who it was, yawning sleepily. "Good morning, pet." Irena smirked down at him, baring all her teeth.

"No!" Marcus shrieked, scrabbling off the pillow. In an instant her hand slammed into his shoulder, pinning him there with ease.

"None of that." She snapped, her voice so vicious it froze him in place. He could still feel the aching bruises covering every inch of his poor butt and he knew by now she'd have no hesitation doing that to him again. One hand still holding him, she reached the other down to rub a few fingers over his chest and give his poor nipple a firm pinch. He winced and whimpered, tears in his eyes. At least she wasn't naked anymore. Instead of her armor, she wore a light brown robe, cut high up her muscled thighs. "I'll forgive you for talking this time, little bunny." She drawled, her dark eyes drifting over his bare skin. "So long as you show me you're sorry. Lick my hand like a good pet and we won't need to get out the crop again just yet." Her fingers wriggled in front of his face.

Marcus stared at her hand, feeling his heart sink. He already knew he was going to do as she said, better just to get it over with. Craning his neck, he stuck out his tongue and let it flicker over one of her callused fingers. This was so awful and humiliating, licking the hand of the woman who'd abused him so very much, but terror of the crop kept him doing it anyway. Just the thought of her hitting him again like that was so scary it made his guts clench. Determined to avoid that, he tenderly licked along her fingers, even nuzzling closer so he could reach the web of her palm. The smile on her face suggested he was pleasing her, which had to be good new for him, right?

"From now on, you'll do the same after every punishment I give you." She explained, as he craned his neck to lick at her palm. "It's a way for naughty pets to show their Mistress they're going to try harder to please her. I can see you're sorry, little bunny, so I'll forgive you this time." Her hand pulled away from his mouth, darting to one side to cup his cheek in a gentle grip. Her fingers started brushing over his skin, somehow a small comfort in all this awful panic and confusion. Lying there in her grip, the young prince stared anxiously at his captor, unsure what this momentary kindness from the cruel huntress could mean. "While you were sleeping, I had one of my huntresses find a little present for you." She purred, her voice rumbling with satisfaction. "Every bunny needs a fluffy white tail, don't you think?

Marcus gasped in shock as Irena reached with her other hand over to the bed and picked up what looked like a fluffy ball of white fur. It did look just like a rabbit's tail, only rather larger. Stranger still, coming off one end there was a piece of what looked like carved ivory, tapering down from a wider neck to a thinner, rounded point.

"Can you guess where this part goes, little bunny?" Irena tapped the ivory with a finger. Marcus swallowed anxiously, shaking his head. Her cold smile suggested the answer wasn't going to be anything good. "It's going right up your cute butt." The young prince whimpered in utter shock, his eyes as round as saucers as he stared in horror at the awful thing. That was going up...his butt! No way! He started whimpering, shaking his head frantically as he stared in pleading desperation at Irena. Even now, he didn't dare speak. "Oh dear." The huntress drawled in mock sympathy. "That's one scared rabbit. Sorry, pet, but you need your tail. Otherwise how's everyone supposed to tell what kind of animal you are?" Marcus felt his eyes bulge in horrified disgust at her twisted logic. He wasn't even an animal! Why was she doing this? One look at her hungry gaze made that obvious enough. She enjoyed this somehow, though how any woman could get pleasure from making a boy behave like her pet was utterly beyond him. "I can see you're frightened." Irena purred, still holding his cheek in a gentle grip. Her fingers were stroking his skin, but this time he could take no comfort from her caresses. "But this is happening, whether you want it to or not. Either you roll on your belly and let me shove this tail up your adorable butt, or else I tie you up, whip you raw and then do it anyway. Your choice."

That was **** at all. Marcus was so terrified of her hurting him again, he knew he'd give up no matter what. He tried to rationalize it, telling himself a little thing up his butt wouldn't be nearly as bad as a whipping, so he might as well just get it over with. Even still, it felt like another awful defeat, like she was stripping away even more of his feeble reserves of resistance. He was giving in to her, letting her do with him as she pleased, but what choice did he have?

Whimpering softly, the young prince rolled onto his belly, lying down on top of the cushion. He was breathing so fast his head was getting fuzzy, his chest rising and falling in frantic little gasps. Irena's hand landed suddenly on his bare back, stroking up and down his trembling skin. It did feel kind of soothing, just having her touch him like that, but he knew if he tensed up to struggle she'd pin him to the ground before he could even blink.

"You need to relax, pet." Her voice drawled above him. "Otherwise this will be harder for you." Marcus buried his face in the cushion, not even wanting to listen to her anymore. He felt her press his shivering body down and knew it was coming now. Sure enough, that hard ivory thing slipped between his butt, sliding down his trembling cheeks. It felt kind of slick and slimy, like she'd covered it in oil. He had no idea why, up until the moment he felt that thin, pointy head find his clenching butthole and start to press against him.

His eyes bulged and he squealed shrilly, every muscle in his body tensing in a frantic effort to keep the awful thing out. His poor tender hole was as tight as he could make it, but the slippery ivory was still somehow forcing its way inside him, the thinnest part sliding through his clenching muscles. The feeling of invasion was so awful it made him want to vomit. Worse still, as the slimy ivory stretched his butt open further with each twisting shove, he felt this hot tingling begin between his legs. His dick twitched against the cushions, already so achingly sensitive from the horrible things Irena had done it last night. Now it was getting hard again, even as the awful huntress shoved something up his butt!

Marcus bit into the cushion, tears stinging in his eyes. The horrible thing got bigger and bigger the further she **** it inside him, stretching his tender hole wide open. There was one last awful twist as the huntress drove it so very deep, then suddenly it got thinner again and he felt his butt snap clench tightly closed around cool ivory. It was such an odd feeling he hardly knew what to make of it. Inside him he could feel the thicker part pressing against his guts, stretching them open, but then his actual hole was only **** a little open by the tiny neck. It wasn't even that painful now, but he could still feel that hot tingling pressure working it's way down to his poor aching dick. Why was he hard? What had she done to him?

Suddenly he felt a sharp tug on the awful thing. His butthole was clenched so tight it couldn't escape, but the awful yank still shocked him to the core. He yelped shrilly, turning his head to find Irena. She was smirking down at him, her hand clenching the fluffy tail now protruding from between his buttocks. It was so obvious there he found himself blushing furiously. Even worse than he'd thought! Everyone would see it!

"There we are. A perfect fit." Irena purred, sounding so very satisfied as she let the tail go. Marcus would have screamed at her if he wasn't still so afraid. He lay there twitching against the cushions, his cheeks flushed hot and his poor dick harder than he'd ever felt it. No matter how scared and embarrassed he was, it just refused to go soft again, not with that horrible thing still stretching open his butt. "Now up you get on all fours, my pretty little bunny." The huntress continued. "It's time to go see what my daughter's done to my new stallion."

Marcus trembled on the cushion, burying his blushing face against the fabric. If he got up now, she'd see he was hard and laugh at him! But if he didn't she'd say he was being disobedient and hit him! What was he supposed to do?