The men are unloaded, and Irena comes to claim her prizes

It was evening again by the time the wagons finally slowed. For the past few hours, they'd been taking a long and winding road through some wooded hills, the forest around them thick and shadowy. Marcus had found himself staring into the gloom through the bars of the cage. Anything could be hiding there, and more than once he was sure he spotted a pair of gleaming eyes looking back at him. This was Kapria then, a wild and untamed land, so unlike the open plains and fields of his parents' kingdom. No wonder the women who came from here were so fearsome.

Then the convoy crested a small ridge, and in the valley below them the forest had been cleared around a small town ringed by wooden walls. Marcus swallowed anxiously at the sight. This was where Irena meant to take them, he was sure. It worried him what she might do then, and not just because of the punishment she'd promised. She'd also expect him to act the pet again, to crawl around and lick her fingers, being obedient and silent. When he thought about how meekly he'd submitted to her, and how much he'd enjoyed what she'd done to him in the tent, he got scared he just might feel that way again and forget just how scary and awful she was.

The gates through the palisade swung ominously shut once all the wagons were inside, leaving Marcus, his Father and all the other men trapped within. The huntresses were taking no chances. The exhausted, cowed men who'd spent nearly two days now dragged behind the wagon were pulled away each in turn, **** onto all fours and yanked along by the collars round their necks.

About half seemed to be already claimed by their new huntress owners. Marcus even saw the blonde girl who'd felt him up that first night guiding a panting and naked young noble along with sharp tugs of his hair and collar. She had a huge smile on her pretty face, like she'd just got the most amazing gift imaginable. The other men were herded into a larger group and marched by whip-armed huntresses down the main road. The young prince hardly dared to imagine what would be done to them. Would they be imprisoned somewhere, or maybe auctioned off like cattle to the women of this Kingdom?

Marcus imagined being dragged onto a stage, naked and on all fours, in front of a crowd of baying women. He'd be **** to display himself, to waggle the tail in his butt and spread his bare legs to cheers and hungry demands for even more shameful things. So many of the huntresses seemed to want him, so he could imagine the bidding would get frenzied. Until, at last, one woman stepped up onto the stage to claim him, grabbing the leash round his neck and dragging him to her like a disobedient puppy, smacking his butt hard when he wasn't fast enough. Hold on, why was he blushing? And...his dick was getting tingly and hard! He didn't want to be treated like that! It was this stupid thing in his butt again.

"Get them out." Irena's voice cut through his confusion. He felt his Father stiffen up beside him, and glanced anxiously himself through the cage. The huntress queen was standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. She didn't look as angry as before, but there was still a cold glint in her eyes as she stared back at the King. Marcus swallowed nervously. It was clear she hadn't forgotten her promise to punish them both. Maybe...if he said something now, he could persuade her it was all his fault and spare his injured Father. Only he was so scared of what she'd do to him.

Moments later, the door to the cell had been swung open, and the pair of huntresses who'd been watching them most of the journey climbed inside. They went for the King first, grabbing him firmly by the shoulders and dragging him out. Marcus bit his lip as his Father was torn away from him. He knew the King was injured of course, but seeing his strong, brave Father dragged limply like this made him feel even more anxious. The King was planted on his knees in front of the wagon and Irena bent over to fasten a leather collar round his neck, pulling it tight. Meanwhile, another huntress yanked his arms behind him and tied them together at the wrists. Marcus was next, and it only took one of the scary tanned one who seemed to like him so much to yank his slender body out. Soon he was kneeling next to his Father, shivering and naked, the leash fastened to his collar held tightly in Irena's hand. She loomed over both of them, somehow seeming even taller and scarier than before. His anxious eyes flickered to the riding crop thrust through her belt and he shivered, remembering how much it had stung against the tender skin of his butt.

"If you'd been good today, I'd have taken you straight back to my stables." The huntress queen snapped, sounding very disappointed in them. "My new stallion could have a nice warm bed of hay to rest on in the stalls and all the chow he could eat, and I'd bring my bunny inside to meet my other darling house pets. Only because you cannot keep your mouths shut like good male animals should, I'm going to have to punish you instead!"

"Irena, it was my fault." The King gasped suddenly. "Punish me instead. He's just a boy!"

"Silence!" She snarled. Her hand darted down and slapped him across the face, his head snapping to one side. "He should have kept quiet then! Don't think because you're injured I'm going to go easy on you, Castor. Believe me, I know the limits of your pathetic male body better than you do. Bring me a bit." She ordered one of her huntresses. "This stupid horse just cannot seem to get it through his thick skull that his days of talking are over." Marcus glanced at the floor, his stomach twisting with guilt. The King was still injured. He should have been the one to be brave, speak up and say something, only of course he'd been too cowardly. The huntress returned carrying some leather straps all joined to metal bit just like would go between a pony's teeth. Irena took it in her hands, glaring down at the King. "Open." She snapped. The King just glared back coldly, his lips firmly shut. Marcus watched anxiously, the anger on Irena's face making him very worried now. He found himself wishing his Father would just obey her for once, do as she said, just so she might go easier on them. Why was he being so stubborn? It was just a gag, wasn't it? "Oh no, it seems this stallion is just too dumb to follow even the simplest instructions." Irena sighed. "He won't open his mouth. What am I going to do?"

There was a mocking chuckle from the pair of huntresses watching, like they knew the King's stubbornness was useless. Sure enough, Irena grabbed him firmly by the cheeks, squeezing his mouth between her fingers. Her other hand pinched his nose shut, blocking off his breath. His eyes widened with shock, and he tried to gasp for air through his mouth. That was just the opening Irena had been waiting for and she deftly shoved the bit between his open lips and pulled the leather straps back over his head, holding it there. It was obvious this wasn't the first time she'd had to gag an unwilling victim. The King shuddered in his bonds, a muffled growl of thwarted anger escaping his bitted mouth. Marcus couldn't deny the small flicker of relief he felt, no matter how uncomfortable that awful bit looked. At least it meant his Father couldn't get them in any more trouble with Irena.

"I can handle them from here, girls." Irena nodded to her henchwomen. "Why don't you two head down to the main square and get a nice male for yourselves."

"Thank you, my Queen." The blonde squealed excitedly. "There was this strapping older one I had my eye on. Not quite as fine as your stallion, but he'll make a great horsie once I'm through with training him!"

"Just remember your lessons." The huntress queen smiled indulgently. "Don't give the new ones an inch or they'll make you regret it. Males can be unruly beasts, but they all break in the end if you treat them right. Even the stubbornest." She rapped her knuckles on the King's head as she spoke. He just winced, making another muffled grunt into his bit. The two women turned and strode away down the street, where most of the prisoners had been taken. "Now, follow me, you disobedient animals." Irena snapped, giving both of their leads a sharp tug. "Don't make this worse for yourselves." She turned to stride down one of the streets.

Marcus crawled after her, that fluffy tail wiggling behind his naked butt. The King rose awkwardly to his feet and followed moments later, his head bowed and a strained look in his eyes. He'd said he'd stop trying to fight Irena so much, but so far that didn't seem to be happening. The young prince hoped his Father would start acting more obedient, just to spare them both Irena's anger. They just had to wait to be rescued, and then it would all be okay. So why not act how she wanted for a little bit, no matter how embarrassing it was?