A witch's cruelty

Marcus padded down empty corridors after his new goddess like an obedient puppy. He'd decided that was a good way to describe his proper place. Only he was much, much lower than a dog compared to her. He was so lucky she was willing to have him around! He couldn't imagine why she'd bother, but then how could he understand what someone so perfect was thinking?

Mistress paused suddenly in front of a large set of double doors. The young prince scampered to a halt just behind her. He really wanted to kneel at her feet and show her he knew his place but she hadn't told him to do that yet. Better to keep being good and obedient, he decided. He knew he'd made the right choice when she turned her head and those gorgeous purple eyes of hers settled on his face.

"Your parents are through here, dear." The goddess explained. "When you see them you might just find you have a few naughty thoughts, like wondering if they truly deserve their punishment. Should that happen, I want you to look at me again and it will all make sense, okay dear?"

"Yes Mistress." Marcus nodded frantically, biting his lip. Why would Mistress think he could doubt her? Of course it had to be his fault. He wasn't strong enough, wasn't devoted enough to her! He had to prove himself, right here and now. His parents did deserve this, no matter what she'd done to them. And he'd show her he knew that!

The goddess glanced back at the doors and they swung open by themselves, revealing the large throne room. It looked empty at first glance, but then Marcus heard a strange noise. A woman's voice, muffled and gasping. It sounded like she was trying to scream with something stuck in her mouth. He followed obediently as his goddess stepped inside.

There was a dark shape in the shadows to one side of the long hallway. Marcus froze in place, his mouth dropping open. It was some kind...of monster, a squat ugly thing covered in dark scales that glistened like oil in the flickering torchlight. It was quite a bit larger than a person, but hunched over on all fours with a long, reptile's snout and beady yellow eyes.

Then he heard that muffled scream again. There was a woman lying on the flood beside the creature, her black and white dress torn from her body. She was pinned there by these long black tentacles that seemed to come from the monster's belly, wrapped around her arms and legs. Worse still, she had one buried in her throat, making her gag and **** helplessly, then two more snaking underneath her body to pulse and thrust between her legs. Marcus shuddered, his stomach twisting in disgust. She was being...**** by the monster, and in her butt too!

"Your Father is still enjoying himself with the maids, I see." Mistress drawled, her sweet voice thick with satisfaction. "Well, enjoying himself is not quite accurate. He has the overwhelming urge to mate, but cannot actually satiate himself. It leaves him locked in a state of torturous bestial need. Even better, he's still aware of everything, he just can't control himself in any way. Of course my magic keeps him at bay, or else he'd be trying to attack both of us as well. Imagine that, so overwhelmed by lust he can't even resist **** his own beloved son." Marcus felt a cold chill settle in his belly. He finally understood. That thing was his Father. This was what Mistress had done to him as punishment. Remembering her instructions, the young prince tore his gaze from the awful sight and looked at her instead. At once, he felt all the disgust and worry fade away like a bad dream. It was okay. Mistress had done this, so it had to be right, no matter how horrible it seemed. "As for your Mother." The goddess continued, stepping forward on bare feet towards the empty throne at the far end of the hall. "I've given her all the time in the world to regret her foolish choices. Very generous of me, no?"

Marcus just nodded, unsure if Mistress wanted an answer. Then he suddenly noticed his Mother was standing there beside the throne. Only, something was wrong. First, she was naked! Marcus blushed furiously, but he couldn't look away. The Queen was very still, her body turned to one side and her hands held above her head in a posture that seemed meant to show off her curves. Her long silver hair cascaded down her curved back in well-trimmed ringlets.

The young prince just stood and stared, open mouthed. This was the first time he'd seen a naked girl in his life! And his Mother was the most beautiful woman in the Kingdom too. Now he understood why everyone always said that. Her boobs were really big and firm, standing high on her chest. Below them, her back was curved and her hips thrust out towards him. Marcus found his naughty gaze drifting down there to the smooth, perfect curves of her pale butt. The way she was standing there in such a sexy pose just made him look! He couldn't help it!

"Mother?" He whispered, as a flicker of alarm made it through his naughty embarrassment. She didn't even move an inch. There was something wrong with how still she was standing. It made him feel very anxious and he glanced at Mistress again to reassure himself. "What did you do her, Mistress?"

"Simple enough, dear." The goddess explained, gliding forward until she stood beside the naked Queen. "I turned her into a pretty statue." She reached out and laid a hand on the perfect curve of his Mother's back, running it up and down in a long, possessive caress. "She can't move, but she still feels everything. In fact, she feels it even more. The slightest sensation causes her unbearable arousal. Were she able to speak she'd be sobbing and begging me to let her climax just from this." Her hand moved down and cupped the Queen's buttocks, a thin smile on her red lips.

Marcus knew this was wrong. Deep inside those words made him sick. He could feel the gloating satisfaction in Mistress' voice. She was boasting about these awful things. That was why she'd brought him here to see this. Then he looked at his goddess again and those naughty thoughts slipped away like sand between his fingers. It was fine. His Mother deserved this too.

Like a good boy, the young prince stood silently and watched as Mistress idly groped his Mother's butt. He wondered what she was planning to do now. She'd punished his parents, taken the castle and him, just like she wanted. But why did she want them? What could such a perfect, amazing goddess need with a useless boy like him?