The King is tied up cruelly, then to watch her punish his son

"Now, this is my lodge, and your new home, little bunny, along with the other housepets." Irena waved her hand towards the large wooden building in front of her. Cowering behind her muscled legs on all fours, Marcus gave the place an anxious look. They were still inside the town walls, but there was a large patch of open ground around the lodge, with fenced off paddocks. Even the building itself looked more like a large farmhouse than the palace of a queen. "As for my stupid, disobedient stallion who will very soon be neither of those things if he knows what's good for him." The huntress queen growled, giving both their leashes a vicious tug and forcing the prince and his Father to crawl awkwardly after her. "These are my stables, where the horses live."

Ahead of them were a row of wooden stalls, the floors covered in straw. Marcus felt his nose wrinkle at the earthy smell. To his shock, there was an actual horse staring at them from the nearest one, tall and black, with a braided mane tied with red ribbons. He'd been starting to think these women didn't keep any real animals at all. Pulling them with her, Irena strode up to the horse. It whinnied and stomped its feet, leaning out over the gate to nuzzle at her outstretched hand. She rubbed gently at its nose, a smile on her face.

"My mare, Polina." Irena explained, scratching the horse around the ears. "Do you know that in herds of wild horses, it's the females who lead? In some ways they're wiser animals than we are. I suggest you keep a close eye on her, Castor." She glanced at the King with a mocking smirk. "She'll show you just how to behave." Marcus watched his Father tremble with anger, grunting through the gag. If his hands hadn't been tied, he'd probably have thrown himself at her, but he seemed to realize it was useless trying to fight right now and slumped tiredly forward. "There's one other animal of mine you should see. He's in the next stall." Irena continued, letting her hand drop after patting her horse one last time on the nose.

She led them both with more sharp pulls on the lead over to the next stall. Inside it looked just the same as the mare's, with a floor covered in patches of straw, a water trough against one wall, and a gate across the front. As Irena stepped up to it though, a large figure darted out of the back of the stall, hurrying over to meet her just like the mare had. Marcus gasped in horror. It was a tall, naked man, his body lithe and muscular and his greying hair tied into a strict ponytail. Over his torso, he wore some kind of leather harness, with straps fastened round his flanks and across his chest and toned waist. His arms were folded back behind him, lashed together from elbows to wrists in a leather sack tied tight with knots. There was a long silky black tail dangling down behind him that it wasn't hard to guess was shoved in his butt just like the one Marcus had. The young prince whimpered softly, shrinking back as much as the leash allowed. What was this? He watched in horror as the man leant over the gate and nuzzled into Irena's hand, just like the mare before had. He even made a huffing, whinnying noise that sounded like a horse.

"And this, is my first stallion, Boreus." Irena continued. "I've had him since I came of age and he's been very well-trained since then, haven't you, big boy?" The naked man snorted in response, stamping his feet against the straw. He clearly understood her, and there was a tender, longing look in his dark eyes as he stared at her face, but his lips never once moved to reply. "Felicia's sire, but you'd never know it from how she treats him." The huntress queen sighed, scratching at the man's ears while he nuzzled into her palm. "And a boy too. He'd be about fourteen now, still being raised with the other Kaprian males outside town. A few more years, and he'll make some other woman very happy as her housepet, I'm sure."

Listening to this from beside her feet, Marcus was breathing hard and feeling panicked and dizzy, his heart thumping away in his chest. Irena had told him she wanted them trained into animals, but up until now he hadn't realized just what that meant. The man nuzzling and licking so tenderly at her hand behaved in every way possible like a horse, making no sound but whinnies and neighs. Plus, all those awful bonds he was wearing, the way his arms were pinned uselessly behind his back and his torso had been all strapped up. This was Felicia's father? Irena had children with this man, and she still treated him this way? He could hardly believe that anyone could be so callous to their own lover. It seemed just impossible, but here was the living, breathing proof right in front of him. Worse still, there was no distress or anger in the man's eyes. He seemed perfectly content to stand there all tied up and nuzzle longingly at Irena's hand, even though by the lines on his face and his greying hair he had to be a good few years older than she was.

Marcus felt a tight knot of worry in his chest, and glanced back at his Father. The King was staring at the tied up man in utter horror. He'd realized the same thing his son had. If this was her first stallion, it was obvious she meant for him to share the same fate. Trembling on his hands and knees, Marcus pictured his Father standing in a stall just like this one, his own naked body all trussed up, neighing instead of talking and gazing longingly at the woman who'd done it to him. No, the King would never act that way, no matter what Irena tried. And they were both going to be rescued before she could start!

"I'll be back later, big boy, to give you a nice wash and rub, just the way you like it." Irena cooed, giving the naked man one last pat on the head. "I have to deal with these two troublemakers first, okay?" The man snorted softly, his dark eyes flickering over first the King and then Marcus. There was something contemptuous and cold in the look he gave them, which made the young prince shrink back. How could a man in such a miserable position look at them that way, like they were far beneath him somehow? "Now come along, both of you." Irena turned and pulled them over to the next stall by the leashes, the naked man continuing to watch them angrily from behind the gate. This one was open and clean, with fresh straw laid out along the wooden floor. "Wait here, little bunny, while I deal with your Father first." The huntress queen slipped the young prince's leash over the top of the open gate and tied it there, then stepped into the stall, pulling the King inside after her. He didn't even bother to resist, a dull, helpless look on his face as his horrified eyes flickered over the walls of the stable. "Now, because you were such a bad horsie earlier, I'm going to have to give you a rather severe punishment." Irena sneered. "I'd be getting out my bull-whip right now if you weren't still injured, but in an hour or so I promise you'll be wishing I just lashed you instead."

She pulled him viciously as she spoke over to the side of the stall. There was a shelf there with various leather implements including a strapped harness like the naked man had worn. Instead of grabbing that though, Irena went for a fat ivory plug like the one filling Marcus' butt right now, only rather longer and thicker and without the tail part. Without bothering to even oil or wet it, she yanked the King to her, and reached down behind his back, twisting and forcing the plug up between his butt cheeks. He let out a strangled squeal into the gag, rising up onto his toes as drove the awful thing inside him. Marcus watched in horror, pulling helplessly at the leash tying him to the gate as he listened to his Father's muffled grunts of pain.

"Toughen up, Castor." Irena snarled, forcing the plug all the way inside with one last vicious twist. "My daughter already opened up this hole with one of her strapons, didn't she? You'll have to get used to that. Only very good stallions get to use their cocks, bad ones get fucked instead. Maybe I'll even let Boreus have a turn with you, make sure you both know who the real lead stallion is. He's not quite as big as you down there, so he'll be quite **** to prove it." The King was breathing hard, his jaw tense with pain and humiliation. Marcus couldn't stop himself from glancing down between his Father's legs, where that long, thick cock was twitching and getting stiffer. The young prince blushed hot. He knew well how that felt from the tail still shoved in his own butt, only his Father seemed to find it even more embarrassing than he did. "Now for the rest." Irena continued coldly. She dragged the trembling King over to the back of the stall, where there was a plank of wood sticking out from the wall. "Horses sleep on their feet, and tonight, so will you."

She **** him over the plank with his legs dangling on either side. It was at the height he had to rest on tip-toes, with the hard wood digging into his groin and butt, no doubt forcing that awful plug even deeper. Marcus winced in sympathy, listening to the pained grunts and groans from his gagged Father. To make things even worse, Irena pushed his chest against the wall and tied his collar to a hook there, forcing him to stay perfectly upright. Then, with the King pinned like that, she ducked down to his feet and slipped a pair of leather cuffs round his ankles, with chains tying them to the floor.

"There." Irena straightened, lips curled into a cold, satisfied smirk. "You're going to stay that way for the rest of the night." The King made a sharp disbelieving grunt into his gag, shaking his head from side to side. He was shaking with pain already, his legs straining to lift him up so that the plank didn't squash into his groin. It must be so terribly uncomfortable, but no matter how hard he strained against the bonds, his muscles straining and trembling, they didn't let him escape. "Now I bet you wish you'd kept that mouth shut and not dared to threaten your Mistress, you stupid stallion." The huntress queen sneered. "Hold that thought, because in just a moment I'm going to punish your son as well, and you're going to watch."

Anger flared across the King's face and he snarled into the gag, frothy saliva spilling from his straining lips. Just like a frenzied stallion, Marcus realized with a cold chill. He didn't have much time to worry about his Father though, because Irena strode over to him and grabbed his lead. She yanked him over to her leg and pulled him back just outside the stall, round to one side where they couldn't see his Father anymore. Marcus was trembling like a leaf as she loomed over his naked body. After what she'd just done to the King he was even more terrified of his own punishment. He wasn't strong and tough like his Father. He couldn't take that much pain! Instead of tying him up or grabbing a whip though, Irena crouched down in front of him, giving him a sympathetic smile. Marcus stared back at her in shock, still trembling like a leaf on all fours.

"Now, I know you only spoke a couple words, little bunny." She purred, reaching down to run a gentle hand down his bare, trembling back. "And it was because you were worried for your Father. I'm afraid I still have to punish you because good pets don't talk at all. So, in just a moment I'm going to put you over my lap and spank your naughty bunny bottom while your Father watches. It won't be as bad as the crop, I promise, and it's also a good lesson for Castor. He's too stubborn and proud, so he's going to have to watch every moment and know how helpless he is to save even his own son. That must sound very cruel to you right now, I know, but the quicker he learns, the easier time he'll have of it."

Marcus stared up at her face, still shivering like a leaf, but feeling a little flutter of warm relief in spite of everything. He'd thought she was furious, but here she was gently stroking him and explaining how his punishment wasn't going to be too painful after all. Of course, he felt guilty that she was going to use him to try and break his Father, but what could he do to stop that? If he tried to fight, she'd just be even harder and make the King watch anyway! All he could do was obey, and wait for when Uncle Gaius came to save him.

Irena grabbed a small wooden stool that was waiting by the stall, then gently tugged his lead to guide him back inside. The King was still pinned against the wall, the muscles of his chest straining and tensing as he fought with all his might to pull himself free. He was snorting and groaning into the gag, his eyes burning with vicious anger as he glared at the huntress queen.

"Stop fighting so much Castor." Irena sighed. "You'll hurt yourself." She set the stool down right in the middle of the stall, where the King would have **** but to look at it. Marcus swallowed anxiously as she sat down on top. He knew this was still going to hurt a lot, and it was happening right in front of his Father too, which made him shiver with shame. "Up you get." Irena gave him a hard look. Knowing there was ****, the young prince crawled to her side and awkwardly lifted himself up. She grabbed his waist and pulled him forward over her muscled thighs, so that his legs dangled helplessly in the air and his head lay down near the floor next to her. It felt horrible to know his Father was watching this, seeing him meekly submit again to Irena even when she was going to punish him, but he had to keep telling himself he was doing this for a good reason. No matter how weak it made the King think he was. "Twenty swats." Irena announced, her hand settling possessively over the young prince's soft, **** butt. He shivered as he felt her fingers grip one cheek between them, sinking into his tender flesh. "And Castor, you can count them for me. Stomp your foot for each one like a good stallion or I'll keep going until you do, okay?"

The King made a strangled, grunting noise, but nodded frantically as much as the collar would allow. His eyes were horrified and dull with guilt as he stared back at Marcus, drool leaking from his straining lips as he moaned into the gag. The young prince trembled on Irena's lap as her hand pulled back from his butt. He felt her tense slightly underneath him, then suddenly her palm slammed into his flesh with a vicious crack. Marcus let out a shrill little yelp as the pain came moments later. His skin burned red-hot where her hand had landed, so tender and sore he could hardly bear it. Worse, the shock of pain made his butthole clench around the tail plug still shoved up there, sending strange tingling shocks all the way through to his soft little dick.

Moments later, he heard a frantic tapping noise as his Father's foot stomped again and again into the ground. Irena made a satisfied grunt, then she struck again, her hand cracking across the other cheek this time. Tears stung in the young prince's eyes, his bare legs kicking behind him. He knew he should try to be strong in front of his Father, but his butt was so very sore he couldn't help but sob and squeal like a child. That the King should see him in such a miserable state hurt almost as much as the spanking, even as Irena slapped him again and again, covering every inch of his poor butt in vicious swats. After each spank, he heard his Father's foot tapping helplessly against the floor of the stable, as well as the hoarse, **** sound of the King trying to beg and moan through the gag.

By the end of it, Marcus was slumped over her lap and sobbing hoarsely, his legs kicking helplessly behind him as he struggled to absorb the burning pain of his achingly tender skin. Like Irena had promised, it wasn't the vicious, deep sting of the crop that had been so much worse, but he still felt like he'd sat on burning coals. He couldn't even worry about what his Father must think of him anymore. Instead, he just lay over Irena's knees, crying and twitching. His poor butt clenched and tensed with each wave of stinging pain, squeezing that horrible plug again and making him so much more aware of how hard and thick it was inside his tender hole. The tingling stretching feeling made his dick throb between his legs, even as the pain of his butt made sure it stayed soft anyway.

"There, there." Irena cooed gently above him. "I know it hurts, little bunny, so just be good next time, okay?" Her hand settled back over his butt, and he yelped in shrill panic. Instead of hitting him again, she rubbed her palm tenderly over his stinging cheeks, soothing some of the sorest spots. Her fingers brushed and squeezed at his soft, aching flesh, drawing little yelps from his trembling lips, but wherever she touched the pain got just little less sharp.

After a little while, he felt the worst of his sobs start to ease, and even though he was still crying and in a lot of pain, he managed to stop shivering as much. A little yelp of shock escaped his lips as Irena suddenly grabbed him by the waist, lifting him up with her as she rose from the chair. She settled him easily in her arms, one under his trembling legs, while her other hand supported his back. He found himself wrapped up tight, his slender, naked body carried so easily. Sobbing and sniffling, he stared up at her face, wondering why she was being so kind and gentle now.

"I hope you've learnt your lesson now, Castor." Irena sighed, raising her head to glance at his Father instead. The King was slumped over in his bonds, glistening tears dripping down his cheeks. Marcus gasped in shock at the sight, a sharp, clenching ache in his chest. He'd never seen his Father cry before, and that he was the reason drew another hoarse, painful sob from his own tight throat. "I'll be back in a couple hours, and if I think you have, I might just let you lie down instead, okay?" The King made a muffled grunting noise, nodding his head miserably. "Now, let's get you inside the house, little bunny." She turned back to Marcus, her one hand brushing up and down his trembling back. "We'll see about soothing those cute little tears, and when you're feeling better you can meet my other pets."