Mocking triumph

Irena was smirking like a cat as she watched her huntresses pull the King to her. His legs were dragging on the stone, his shirt torn and stained with blood. Marcus sobbed hoarsely at the sight of his dear Father in so much pain. How could they do this? He wanted to run over and hug his Father tight, but Irena was still holding the leash in one hand, keeping him pressed against her side.

"Irena, you treacherous bitch!" The King somehow found the strength to raise his head and look the huntress in the eyes, a vicious snarl on his lips. "How many years did you pretend you were my ally? We swore an oath to protect each other's kingdoms!"

"I'm so very sorry, Castor." Irena drawled. "But you see a promise made to a worthless male just doesn't really mean much. I only need to keep my word when I give it to one of my sisters. If you'd made me swear to your bitch wife instead, then things might have been different, but you just weren't that smart, were you?" The King stared at her with dull, shocked eyes. "Speaking of, where is our dear Annabelle?" The huntress continued, her voice dripping with mocking sarcasm. "I was so hoping I could show my appreciation for all our years of friendship."

"She's gone." The King spat. "Somewhere safe, where you cunts will never find her!" With a sharp click of her teeth, Irena reached up and slapped him hard across the face. His head snapped to one side and he almost fell, only the grip of the two women at his sides holding him up.

"Don't say that word like that, like it's an insult." The huntress sneered. "You males, you treat the feminine like its something to be ashamed of, a weakness. You want to know what real weakness is?" Her hand darted down between the King's naked legs, groping around until she found his dick. Marcus gasped in shock. She was...jerking his Father off! Her fingers had him by the shaft and she pumped her hand up and down the length. The King let out a hoarse groan. He struggled a little, trying to pull away, but the two woman held him in place. "Look at this." Irena smirked. "You hate me, rightfully so, but you still can't stop yourself getting hard at my hand. That's what being male means. Led around by this silly thing, too stupid to know better. That's why you have to be tamed, you see?"

Her cold laugh was echoed by the other women in the room, the loudest from her awful daughter Felicia. Marcus couldn't look away from her pumping hand. Sure enough, his Father's dick was standing stiff and throbbing hot between her fingers. It was really big and hard, much bigger than his own. Her hand could just barely reach around the shaft, where his own little one was barely bigger than her thumb. He didn't even know why he was thinking these things, but he couldn't stop himself.

"Fuck you, cunt." The King snapped, his voice hoarse. "Or is this all because I wouldn't, huh? All those nights you begged me to come to your bed and I refused!" Marcus gasped, tearing his gaze away to look at his Father's face. Was that true? Did Irena really try to make his Father cheat?

"Don't presume too much, my dear Castor." Irena cooed. Her hand clenched in suddenly, squeezing his dick viciously between her fingers. The King moaned in pain, his legs buckling underneath him. "I've always found you attractive, yes, but this is about far more than that. I want to show the women of the world that the Kaprian way means true strength, and how better than to take a King for my own and break him to my will? You wouldn't come to me peacefully, so I had to take other measures. Plus, this way I get to have your darling little son as well."

She let him go at last, leaving the King hanging in the grip of her two huntresses. Marcus screamed in shock as the leash round his neck yanked him round in front of her, pulling him tight against her chest. Her other hand darted down his back, and she grabbed his butt hard. He squealed in pain as her callused fingers dug into his flesh.

"Marcus!" The King roared, sounding like a wounded bear. He struggled so much that he almost pulled away from his captors, before they grabbed him even tighter "Let him go!"

"I don't think I will." Irena smirked. "I'm keeping this little bunny just for me. You'll be mine as well, Castor, as soon as my daughter's done with you. I'm going to have so much fun once I start training the pair of you." She laughed again, giving Marcus' butt another hard squeeze that made him moan in pain. "Continue Felicia, long as you like." The huntress nodded to her daughter. "Just make sure he doesn't enjoy himself too much."

"Yes Mother, thank you!" Felicia crowed. "Lay him on the ground again, sisters. I'm going to ride this bull nice and hard." Smirking to each other, the two huntresses dragged the King down to the ground, pinning him there by the arms. He hardly seemed to have the strength to resist, even when Felicia squatted over him again and grabbed his softening dick with one hand.

"As for you, my adorable little bunny." Irena's hand found Marcus' chin, and she pulled his face to hers, staring down at him with hungry eyes. "You're coming with me."