Jenny brings in their Mother and explains how things will change

Marcus was still lying on Jenny's bed naked and all tied up, the blankets under his head stained wet with tears. It must have been hours at least since she'd left him here and both his arms and hips were getting stiff and sore. The dull, sickly ache of miserable guilt tightening in his chest and throat was far more painful though, as was the knowledge of just how badly he'd messed up. Thanks to his stupid indecisiveness, he'd hurt everyone! Breaking his older sister's heart, and not even managing to free his Mother either. Worse still, no matter how hard he thought, he just couldn't see a way to fix any of it.

Apologizing to Jenny hadn't worked, and she'd never believe that he hadn't actually decided to betray her yet when she'd caught him with that stupid, horrible key in hand. He just kept thinking about that awful moment, the utter shock in her eyes as she stared at him across the dungeon, her face so pale and white she looked like a ghost, before moments later she'd flushed pink with rage. His throat tightened and stomach clenched with sickening guilt every time he remembered how her voice had trembled, sounding so lost and heartsick.

Then, suddenly, the door swung open behind him, slamming into the opposite wall. The young prince wriggled round in his horrible bonds, craning his neck to look. His heart caught in his mouth at the sight of Jenny standing there, her eyes cold as ice as she glared at him and her lip curled into a furious scowl. In one hand she held a long leather leash in a tight fist, with the other end dangling behind her.

Marcus gasped in utter horror. That lead was fastened round the neck of his Mother, who stood there totally naked and sobbing softly beside her furious daughter. The Queen looked terrible, her face stained with tears and her long, silver hair matted and dirty. There were red marks all over her big, quivering boobs like they'd been slapped or struck repeatedly, and her soft legs were trembling underneath her. When her tear-filled eyes found him lying there trussed up and helpless, she let out a hoarse whimper.

"I'm sorry, Marcus." She sniffled. "I'm so sorry."

"Shut up, bitch!" Jenny snapped viciously. "You don't get to speak to him." The Queen's mouth snapped shut, a shudder of fear running down her spine that made her big boobs quiver on her chest. Marcus watched, tears dripping down his own cheeks, as his older sister yanked their Mother forward into the room. How could Jenny do this? "Mother and I have had a nice, long chat about her treason." His sister drawled, giving his naked body a lingering look that burned with a mixture of anger and lust. "She's tougher than I always gave her credit for, I'll admit that, but do you know what finally made her spill all the details of her nasty little plot? It was you, Marcus. I just had to promise that I'd make sure she never saw you again and she broke just like that. I've executed the men she was plotting with, and rewarded those who stayed loyal handsomely. Now she'll never have another chance to scheme like that ever again, I'll make sure of it."

"Jenny." Marcus gasped, hardly hearing what she was saying. He was far too horrified at the sight of his poor, crying Mother, naked and trembling beside his sister. "Let her go...that's our Mother!"

"Quiet, little brother." She snarled, and he froze stiff. "Still protecting her, no matter what. You just won't stop, will you?" She tossed her dark hair. "Well, that's something else I realized while I was talking with our dear Mother. You love her and she actually does love you, maybe even as much as I do. I saw how **** and frantic she became when I threatened to take you away from her. You're easily the most important thing in the world to her, just as you are to me." Marcus glanced at his sister, wondering why she was telling him this. Wouldn't admitting that make her furious? Stranger still, the white-hot anger had faded from her voice, replaced by a kind of trembling certainty that made him even more anxious. "After I dealt with her schemes, I was still really hurt and confused about what you did. I just wasn't sure how you could like her so much that you'd throw away everything we shared, even after she admitted her lies to you. I went back to her cell and tried to figure it out. Then I started noticing things."

She gave the leash a hard tug, pulling their Mother in front of her. The Queen moaned softly, shaking her head from side to side, her blue eyes dull with misery as she stared down at her tied up son. Jenny held her there with the leash, while her other hand slipped round their Mother's chest. The Queen yelped in shock as her daughter grabbed one of her quivering boobs. Marcus blushed furiously despite his terror, watching in shock as his sister's fingers groped and squeezed at their Mother's pale skin.

"Genevieve, please!" The Queen whimpered, wriggling in her daughter's grip. "Not in front of him. You already made me..."

"Quiet, Mother" Jenny purred, leaning over to brush her lips over the Queen's neck. Her tongue flickered out and darted over their Mother's pale skin. "This is part of your punishment, and his. Remember what we talked about. You do everything I say and you don't dare resist me or you never see him again." The young prince gasped, shaking his head frantically from side to side. He was so stunned he couldn't even speak. Worse still, as he watched his pretty sister **** his gorgeous, naked Mother he felt his dick stir and stiffen between his trembling legs. No...he couldn't get turned on by this! His frantic gaze flickered from Jenny's fingers, tenderly caressing and groping the Queen's big boobs, to their Mother's pale, horrified face. "I understand now, Marcus." Jenny continued, staring at him over their naked Mother's shoulder. Her eyes were wild, glistening with lust and burning with a cold, unwavering certainty. There was no question or hesitation there, she really believed everything she was doing was right! "I just kept thinking over and over about why you like her, and suddenly it just hit me. She's so beautiful, isn't she? And her body, fuck...I never thought I'd feel so hot about another woman, but I could play with these fat tits of hers everyday." Her hand squeezed tighter, making the Queen moan softly as callused fingers sank into the pale flesh of her boob. "And that it's our bitch Mother I'm playing with, just makes it even better."

"Jenny, no!" Marcus squealed, forcing the words up his tight throat. "Don't! Please!"

"You don't get to ask me for anything anymore, runt." She snapped, giving him a vicious look that made his mouth snap shut again. "I wanted you to be my lover, my consort by my side, and you tossed that all away. Just like I told you, things are going to be very different now. I'm going to make you love me and obey me. By the time I'm through, you're not even going to think of betraying me ever again, and I'm going to do the same to her. Isn't that right, dear Mother?"

"Yes Genevieve." The Queen sobbed, more tears welling up in her glistening blue eyes. "I'll be good. Just don't take him away from me." Marcus stared in shock, hardly able to believe his Mother was acting this way. She'd always seemed so strong and sure to him, but in less than a day, his sister had reduced her to this sobbing wreck.

"I won't, Mother." Jenny leant in around the Queen, her tongue flickering out to lick a glistening tear from their Mother's cheek. "You'll be here with him, and me, watching me fuck him every single day. I'll let you get him ready for me with your mouth, and you can clean his yummy cum from my cunt once I'm finished with him. And if Mommy's very, very good, maybe she can even earn the chance to play with her baby boy herself. So long as I'm watching to make sure she doesn't do anything naughty like putting his cock inside her. The only pussy that cute little thing goes inside is mine." Her teeth darted in and nipped their Mother's ear, drawing another hoarse squeal from the Queen. "Now, runt." She purred, drawing back to leer at Marcus again. The cold smirk on her face made him want to hide under the bed. "Mother's going to sit in the corner like a good girl and watch while I punish you properly for what you did."