The young prince gives up and does as his new Mistress wishes

"That's it, pet." Irena purred, as Marcus kept licking at her boobs, his wriggling tongue tracing over one of her stiff nipples. "I knew you had it in you to be an obedient bunny after all. Sweet little things like you always do. You'll break easily enough, and soon find your rightful place curled up at my feet." The young prince sniffled wetly, even as his tongue kept working. A pet was the last thing he wanted to be, but he was still in so much pain. If she hit his burning butt again with that awful crop, he felt like he'd die "Now though, it's time to introduce you to one of your most important duties."

Her hand was in his hair again, and she pushed him back down her body, until he lay flat on his belly on the bed, right between her spread legs. The young prince gasped in shock as he found himself staring right at her pussy. It was pink and wet, with a neat patch of trimmed black hair above it. The lips looked hot and swollen, dripping a clear, glistening liquid onto the skin of her muscled thighs. His nose wrinkled as he smelt those juices, a musky scent that made his skin tingle. He knew what that meant, even if he'd never seen a girl naked before. She was aroused. She enjoyed degrading and hurting him, as if he didn't know that already.

"This is now the center of your world, my pet." The huntress murmured above him, her voice hot and eager. "Like any of the pretty males I keep in my stable, your one task is to keep me satisfied, by any means I desire. Do well at this, and I promise your life won't be quite so bad. Good pets who please their Mistress can earn nice treats and live a simple life with a few comforts. Fail to satisfy me, or act naughty and rebellious like you just did, and I can make that little beating I gave your adorable rump seem like your Mommy's soft kisses."

Marcus swallowed hard, staring at the first pussy he'd ever seen. In spite of all the terror and pain, he found he couldn't look away. Underneath the hoarse sniffling, he felt his cheeks flush hot and his dick start to ache and tingle between his legs. It made him feel even lower and more worthless, knowing that he couldn't control himself no matter how much he hated her. He wanted to lick her, to taste the glistening juices on her swollen lips, even though she was going to **** him to do it anyway.

Irena didn't give him time to think any longer. She pushed his head forward, moving him between her legs so that his mouth was pressed right against her pussy. He winced and whimpered, but he was far too scared to try and pull away. Her abs were right in front of his eyes, perfectly toned except for where that vicious scar ran along her side. Just looking at those bulging muscles made him tremble as a strange fluttering feeling began in his belly. His little dick throbbed against the blankets underneath him, stiff and hard even now.

"Lick me, little bunny." She purred, bucking her hips to rub her wet pussy over his chin. "Time for that sweet tongue to learn how to please me." In a daze, Marcus obeyed, sticking out his tongue to brush it over her pussy. The skin of her lower lips was really hot and wet already, the thick taste of her arousal tingling on his lips. He didn't know what he was doing, but soon he felt her muscled thighs tremble against his head. She was breathing heavier, her abs clenching in front of his face. "That's it." She murmured, pressing him even harder between her legs. "Oh yes, I'm going to love owning you. Deeper now, get that tongue right inside or I'll smack you again."

Marcus felt himself flush even hotter at the trembling hunger in her voice. His skin was tingling as he worked his tongue into her pussy, slipping it between those wet folds of flesh. Inside, she felt even hotter, and he could feel her throbbing, twitching muscles against his wriggling tongue. Even this part of her felt strong and toned, like it could snap shut and strangle his tongue at any moment. He trembled at the thought, but kept licking away, too afraid of her to stop now.

Irena was moaning now, one of her hands wrenching at his hair while she **** him even deeper into her throbbing pussy. The other was grabbing at one of her boobs, squeezing the soft mound hard until it bulged between her fingers. The muscles of her legs shook, standing out against her paled flesh in corded lines.

"Yes, fuck!" She gasped suddenly. "How do you fucking like me now, Annabelle? Your darling son eating me out on your own bed! Take that, you sneering bitch! He's mine now!" Her voice died in a hungry squeal. Marcus squeaked in shock as her legs snapped shut around his head, vicious muscles pressing against his cheeks. He tried to wriggle away, but she held him there with ease, crushing him between her toned thighs. He felt her muscles twitch and tremble, then her pussy started gushing liquid all over his mouth and chin. Captured by her legs, he couldn't do anything but lie there shivering as she drenched his face in her juices, until all he could smell and taste was her. It felt terrible, like she was marking him as hers, taking him for her pet just like she'd promised.

At last, she slumped forward, gasping for breath. Slowly, Marcus felt her legs loosen their grip on him, her thighs spreading out so that he lay between them once again. He was sniffling and sobbing, his head aching from how hard she'd squeezed him. His tongue was sore too, the muscles of his jaw tired from all that work trying to please her. Worst of all was knowing for certain that this was just the start. Irena meant every word she'd told him. She was going to train him as her pet, and there was nothing he could do to stop her.