The huntress Queen is delighted, and she has plans for both Father and Son.

Irena laughed again, a cold sound laced with vicious triumph.

"Yes!" She crowed in Marcus' ear. "Not just the son, but the father too! Both mine!" Her hand grabbed him by the waist and spun him back round to face her. "Oh how I'm going to enjoy playing with the pair of you." She sneered at him. Marcus trembled in her grip, feeling even more hopeless. Unlike him, his Father was strong and brave and had fought wars before. If he was captured too, who was going to save them? "Let's go see Daddy, shall we, little bunny?" The huntress drawled. "But first, I need my new pet properly restrained." One hand holding the young prince there by the naked waist, Irena reached down to her belt and grabbed a strip of brown leather with a metal buckle on the front.

Marcus didn't even try to fight when this awful woman fastened it round his neck, pulling it just tight enough he could feel the slight pressure against his throat. There was a leash tied to the front of the collar, which the huntress now tightly in one hand. The young prince cried helplessly, his chest heaving with each painful sob. Not only had she stripped and molested him, but now she'd collared him like an animal. How could anyone be so very cruel?

With a tug of her wrist, Irena dragged him towards the door. Marcus didn't bother fighting, even knowing he was about to be pulled out of his room naked and sobbing. She was so strong she'd just yank him out anyway, or slap him around again. He didn't have a hope of resisting her.

There were two women waiting outside his bedroom door, both tall and strong-looking, though neither quite as scary as Irena herself. They wore leather armor and had quivers full of arrows slung over their backs. Kaprian huntresses. They were said to be able to put a shaft in the eye of a deer at two-hundred paces. Marcus shivered as the pair looked at him with identically hungry glares, their cold eyes tracing up and down his naked body like he was some prize snared in their traps.

"Wow." One of the woman, a blonde with a scarred face, whistled with obvious appreciation. "Isn't he something? I love the small, pretty males, so much fun to play with."

"Hands to yourself." Irena sneered, but there was no malice in her voice. "Queen's privileges. I've been wanting this little bunny for a long time."

"A rabbit?" The other huntress, dark-skinned and muscular, chuckled cruelly. "That's what you're doing with this one, my Queen?"

"I'm still deciding." Irena shrugged. She gave the leash a vicious tug. Marcus squealed in pain as he was yanked in front of his captor, her free hand snagging him by the shoulder. "Suits him though, right?

"Maybe." The blonde smirked. "He'd just look so darling as a cute little puppy. Imagine watching that pretty face staring up at you, begging for treats." She sighed softly. Irena was laughing as well, while Marcus just sobbed hoarsely, tears dripping onto his naked chest. He didn't understand any of this, but the way these woman talked about him was just so awful. Like he wasn't even worth caring about in the slightest.

A sudden smack cracked across his butt and made him shriek in pain. Irena had slapped him again, even harder this time. Sobbing hoarsely, he rubbed at the stinging skin.

"Hop, little bunny!" The huntress cooed in his ear. "Keep ahead of me or I'll give you another smack." Marcus stumbled forward, **** to avoid another slap as hard as that. His butt felt all hot and stinging already. She'd got him really bad that time, right across both cheeks. The three women chuckled cruelly behind him, and before the leash went taut he heard them start to walk after him. The sound made him panic. They were moving so quick he had to jog to keep ahead. He could almost feel their mocking stares on his skin, leaving him sick and shaking with an awful mixture of terror and shame.

"What are you going to do with the Father, my Queen?" The dark-skinned huntress asked in her low, rough voice.

"A stallion." Irena replied without missing a beat. "Ever since I first met the arrogant bastard I've wanted to see him bridled. Humbling a king, now there's a beautiful thought. I am going to make him just howl when I get him under my crop." All three laughed again. Even through his fear, Marcus found himself frowning at those strange words. His Father, a stallion? Sure the King was a great rider of horses, but what did it mean to turn him into one?

Far too soon, he found himself ahead of the large double door that led into his Father's throne room. Irena yanked his leash tight, dragging him back in front of her. Her free hand settled briefly on his shoulder, just long enough to steady him in place. Then she let it run down his back in a lingering, possessive caress that made him shudder and sob. It only ended with her palm lightly cupping his stinging butt, fingers gripping into the soft flesh.

The other two huntresses moved to the doors and pushed them open. Ahead of him, Marcus saw the large, open hall that had been his Father's throne room. There was a crowd of armored women waiting just inside and what they were gathered around made him sob helplessly and pull against Irena's leash with all his feeble strength.