She makes sure he knows his place

Marcus lay there sniffling against his parents' blankets, his poor butt so hot and sore he just couldn't stop crying. His scorched flesh throbbed with every beat of his heart, a deep, stinging burn that seemed to grow with every passing moment. The young prince didn't have much experience with pain, but even he could tell he'd be feeling the vicious bite of the crop for a long time yet. Would he even be able to sit down again?

"Look at me, pet." Irena's voice rumbled from beside him. Marcus shuddered against the blankets, wanting nothing more than to curl up and bury himself inside the soft silk, but he knew with sickening certainty that she'd just hit him more. Sobbing softly, he turned his head, his tear-filled gaze finding the tall figure of the huntress sitting up on the bed beside him, her legs spread wide.

Irena was naked, her body a solid wall of corded muscle. The young prince took in a sharp breath of shock. He hated her, more than he'd hated anyone, but this was still the first time he'd seen a woman nude, and he couldn't stop himself from staring. Her boobs were small and tight, with large, pink nipples that stood out stiffly from her skin. Apart from there, she didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on her body. He could see every muscle tensing in her thighs, bulging out against her skin. Then there was a vicious scar across her belly, three white lines scoring over her rippling abs all the way up one side. It must have been such a huge and vicious wound Marcus found himself wondering how she'd even survived it.

"Now, little bunny, it's time for you to show me how sorry you are for being naughty." The huntress growled, a low anticipation in her voice that made his skin tingle. "Crawl to me." She beckoned him with her finger. Still in so much pain, Marcus didn't have the strength to resist. Legs and arms trembling, he wriggled closer to his body, his stomach twisting with anxious fear. As soon as he was close enough, she reached out and cupped his cheek, bringing his face down towards her muscled thigh. "You will worship my body with your tongue." Irena ordered sharply, pressing him against her muscled leg. "Showing me you know your place as my pet."

Marcus didn't even bother trying to resist, not with his poor butt still glowing hot from her vicious crop. He poked out his tongue and started licking along the top of her toned leg, tasting her skin. Her hand was in his hair, and she used it to guide him up her leg, until his face was pressed against her abs. The young prince just kept licking, the slightly salty taste of her covering his tongue.

This close to a naked woman, even one as awful and vicious as her, he found himself blushing faintly. The smell of her sweat tingled in his nostrils, sending shivers down his spine. She moved his head further up, burying him in her boobs with his obedient tongue tracing along the curves of those soft mounds of flesh. Even as his skin burned and tears dribbled down his cheeks from what she'd done to him, he felt his body responding to her.

His belly was fluttering and between his legs his dick twitched and throbbed despite the pain he was in. Without him even thinking about it, his licking of her grew rather hungrier, his tongue darting up to linger over one stiff pink nipple. She moaned softly as he licked that hard nub, the hunger in that sound making him shiver again. Then his wriggling tongue moved in, fluttering down over the crevice between her small boobs. Cheeks burning, he told himself he was only doing this because she'd **** him to, but she wasn't even moving his head anymore. Instead he burrowed willingly into her chest, licking drops of sweat from the underside of her boobs.

"It may not seem this way now, little bunny, but I promise someday you'll live for the chance to do this. Pleasing me will be the one focus of your entire life." Irena purred, her voice rumbling with satisfaction. "I've trained enough of you males to know that much. You all break, sooner or later." The young prince sobbed softly even as he continued licking all over her boobs. Right now, he felt so lost and hopeless he couldn't help but believe her awful words. With just that awful crop she'd beaten all resistance out of him, until he was willingly tonguing her body like the pet she claimed he would be. Worse still, his body was already responding like this was something he wanted. How long would it take before she was right about him?