She forces him to tell her what the Queen was planning

With a flick of her wrist, Jenny tossed Marcus through the door into her bedroom. The young prince stumbled, tripping over his own feet. Before he could catch himself, he'd fallen flat on his face across the carpet. He thought he heard a worried gasp from his furious sister, but when he managed to raise his head and gaze anxiously at her she still looked just as angry as before.

"Runt, you are going to tell me exactly what Mother was scheming, right now." Jenny snarled, her voice trembling with rage. "She's too smart to just hand you that key without some plan, right? What was she going to do once you let her free?"

"Please, Jenny, I'm sorry!" Marcus yelped, scrabbling up to his knees. She glared down at him, even angrier than he'd ever imagined. He wished he could explain that hadn't even decided to betray her yet. Only she'd caught him right there in front of his Mother's cell, the key in hand! Why couldn't she have come back just a little earlier?

"Tell me!" His sister snapped, darting forward and grabbing him by a handful of hair. Marcus yelped shrilly as she dragged him towards the bed, the vicious pain in his scalp bringing tears to his eyes. With one sharp tug she'd pulled him back up onto his feet, then pushed him over onto the end of the bed, pinning him down there with a hand on his chest. She glared furiously down at him, breathing hard, her blue eyes glistening with tears and burning with jealous rage. "So, you're still protecting her, huh?" She growled. "Should have expected as much. Well, prying her secrets out of you can be the first step to making you mine instead."

"Jenny..." Marcus whimpered, horrified at the look on her face. That awful mixture of anger and pain, the tears dripping down her cheeks even as she snarled at him. That he'd done this to his own older sister made his guts twist with sickening guilt and shame. "Please...I didn't want to hurt you, I promise." He sobbed hoarsely, forcing out the words through a tight, painful throat. "I just...I was scared and Mother told me to. I just...I just wanted everyone to be happy again." The words sounded pathetic even to his own ears. How could he have been so stupid? Of course Jenny and the Queen were never going to make up, but he'd just wanted that so much. Even more so now he knew that he was the reason why they hated each other. It was all his fault.

His sister paused a moment, staring down at him with tear-filled eyes. She was shivering under her clothes, her lip trembling. For a moment he was sure she was going to start sobbing like he was. Then, in an instant, she leant forward and grabbed his robe firmly by the hem. Marcus yelped in shock as her pulled viciously, ripping the thin garment apart and tearing it from his wriggling body. His gown was next, destroyed just as quickly. She even ripped his shoes from his feet, leaving him naked on her bed. The young prince froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He stared up at his sister with panicked eyes.

"We would have been lovers, runt." She snapped, her cheeks flushed as her furious gaze darted over his bare skin. "Me as the new Queen and you my adoring consort by my side. That's what I wanted, what I dreamt of, for so many years after she took you away from me!" Her voice hitched on a little sob that made the young prince's heart ache. He wanted to apologize again, but what could he even say? His voice didn't even seem to be working anymore. All he could do instead was lie here naked and cry. "Only you chose her instead of me." Jenny continued, and suddenly her eyes were cold and hard as ice. "Now things are going to be different, because I'm never letting you go no matter what. Now tell me what Mother was planning or I'll **** it out of you!"

Her snarled words slammed into him like hammer blows. Crying hoarsely, his chest so sore he could hardly bear it, Marcus knew he had ****. He was so afraid she'd hurt their Mother, but with how angry she was she'd probably do it anyway! His only chance was to tell her the truth and hope it made her less mad. With her glaring down at him, pinning his shivering body to the bed with that one hand, he **** the words out through his aching throat, telling her how the Queen had planned to use her own men against her and retake the throne.

"And then..." He sniffled, his voice a strangled whisper. "Mother told me about the key...and I went to fetch it. That was when you came back. Only I was still deciding, I promise! I wasn't sure whether I should or not, I just wanted you both to be happy!" He stared pleadingly up at her through a mist of hot, painful tears.

"I don't believe you." Jenny murmured. As he spoke, she'd straightened back up, her jaw tense. There was no doubt or hesitation in her face anymore, only a cold, bitter resolve that made him shiver. "You're only saying that because I caught you. Otherwise you'd have freed her right then and there." She paused a moment, her fingers stroking across his skin. "I trusted you, little brother. I left you down there with her alone. That was a mistake. I should have realized just the few days we've had together weren't enough to get Mother's claws out of you. Even all those times we made love weren't enough. It seems it will take much longer until you're mine, and I'll have to try a different way of making sure of it instead. Don't worry, I still love you, no matter how much you've upset me. I'll always love you, and that's why I let your sweet promises and lies deceive me. Now I don't think I'll trust you ever again."

She raised her hand off his chest and turned to one side. He watched from the bed, trembling with guilt and misery. as she strode over to a cupboard in the corner. As she reached inside, he felt a strangled gasp of shock escape his lips. She was holding some leather cuffs in her hands, joined by metal chains between them. As she turned back to glare at him, he felt a cold chill. She was going to tie him up!

"Jenny!" He squealed, struggling to wriggle away from her, but his limbs felt weak and helpless. "Please, don't!" In an instant, she'd crossed the distance and leapt up on to the bed beside him. Marcus yelped shrilly as she rolled his wriggling, naked body onto his belly and pinned him there, her knee pressing into his back. Then she grabbed both his arms and yanked them behind him, straining his shoulders as he **** his hands into his back. Moments later, he felt the leather cuffs close around his wrists. Not tight enough to hurt, but when he tried to pull his hands apart the chain held them there behind his back, leaving him mostly helpless. Craning his neck, the young prince stared in horror over his shoulder at his sister. How could she do this to him?

"I thought we could have fun with these later." Jenny smiled sadly down at him, dangling another pair of cuffs from her hand. "My kind of fun, but you would have enjoyed it too. Now I'll just have to use them to keep you here while I make sure Mother's scheming comes to ruin. I'll root out her traitors and have them all punished. A few brisk beheadings of the ringleaders should make sure none of my men even think of betraying me again, and those who stayed loyal will be paid well for it. Mother's right that I trusted too much. I trusted everyone too much but that's over now." Marcus sniffled wetly, too scared and heartsick to even beg her to stop as she grabbed his legs next, bending his knees up and fastening his ankles together. Now he couldn't even stand up! He was helpless and naked, barely able to even wriggle. All he could do was lie on the bed and sniffle as her hand stroked down his leg. There was nothing comforting in that caress, nor the way her fingers clutched tightly at the soft flesh of his thighs. "I'll be back later this evening, runt." She continued coldly, and he yelped in pain as she gave his bare butt a firm smack that left his tender skin stinging and hot. "Then it's time for your punishment."

With that, she slipped off the bed and turned to stalk back towards the door. Marcus slumped forward in his bonds, burying his tear-stained face in the sheets. Oh...how had everything gone so very wrong? This was all his fault. He'd wanted his Mother to help him with Jenny because he was too cowardly to tell his sister the truth. He'd just wanted to fix things, for them to be a proper family again, but like the stupid, pathetic, cowardly brat he was he'd made everything worse instead. Now Jenny was angrier than he'd ever seen her, furious at his betrayal. She was going to kill people, and she might even hurt the Queen before she was done!

He heard the door to the room slam shut behind her, then a key turning firmly in the lock. Now no-one could even help him and he was trapped in here until Jenny returned. Lost in guilt and misery, trussed up by his own sister in leather cuffs and chains, the young prince lay there sobbing for a long time.