She gives her new pet a hard night

Lying on a cushion at the foot of his parent's bed, Marcus was sobbing like a child, his face buried in the pillow so he didn't wake Irena. The thought of what she might do to him then made him sick with terror. His butt still hurt so much from the crop, that earlier hot burning faded to a dull ache that seemed to sink deep into his tortured flesh. Of course that wasn't the only part of him she'd abused. His tongue and jaw ached from licking her pussy so much, his entire chin still drenched in her drying juices. She'd warned him not to wipe them away, telling him with a cold smile that she liked her pets to smell of her.

When she'd orgasmed a few more times and tired of that, she'd rolled onto her belly and told him to lick her butt instead. Marcus was already too broken to even think of disobeying her, no matter how awful and embarrassing the order. He'd spent the next hour or so buried between her tight, muscled cheeks, his face scalding hot as he tongued and kissed her rear hole while she idly played with herself. Irena seemed to find that almost as stimulating as the other way and he'd felt her shudder and gasp her way through another few climaxes.

Even after that, the cruel huntress hadn't quite been done to him. She'd sat back up and dragged him over her lap, handling his slender little body with ease. Warning him to stay still, she'd started playing with his body again, reaching between his legs to gently stroke his little dick while her other hand rubbed his back. She had this awful way of doing it too, using just two fingers and a feather-light touch that coaxed him to stiff, shameful hardness, but then never seemed quite enough to satisfy or even feel very good at all. Not that he'd wanted her to make him cum of course! Not at first anyway.

It was just that she kept stroking him, smirking at his frantic gasps and wriggles as the aching in his little balls brought tears to his eyes. Soon he was actually begging her for more than just this awful teasing, the memory so horrible it made him shudder and cry even harder. He still couldn't believe how easily she'd **** him so low. Sobbing and pleading with the woman who'd captured and tortured him for a chance to cum across her hand. After his begging grew increasingly frantic, she'd just smiled back at him, then suddenly pushed him away, telling him with a cold sneer that bunnies didn't talk and he hadn't even earned an orgasm yet. Apparently, only very good pets who pleased her lots got those.

Marcus had never been so **** to cum in his whole life. He'd begged and pleaded even more despite her warnings, promising that he'd do whatever she wanted while humping the blankets with his aching cock. It was like any shame he had left had been driven out of him by the sheer need boiling in his throbbing dick and balls. Instead of helping him, she'd just tied his hands behind his back with a strap of leather, telling him he should be grateful she was helping him avoid temptation. If he dared cum without her permission, she warned him, the punishment would be most severe. Far worse than just the crop.

Marcus had been so afraid after that, he'd snapped his mouth shut and let her do as she wished with him, even when she lifted him up in her strong arms and carried him off the bed. Being this close to a naked woman while so very **** had been even more agony, and he'd barely managed to stop himself from rubbing his dick all over her hard abs in a frantic attempt to cum. Even the smell of her skin had made him tremble with fresh need, but he couldn't help but breathe it in with each frantic gasp.

She told him since he'd licked her butt so nicely, he could have a pillow to sleep on tonight, then laid him on the carpet with surprising gentleness and tossed one next to him. While he'd still been lying there stunned, she'd blown out the candles and lain back naked on his parent's bed, a very satisfied smile on her face. The young prince had been left there in the dark, twitching with each awful pulse of throbbing desire searing up his stiff dick. He'd never been so hard in his life, and the thought that he was going to be left unsatisfied after all brought fresh tears to his eyes.

He'd lain there sobbing as he listened to Irena's breaths slow, the cruel huntress slipping off to a deep and no doubt satisfied sleep in just a few minutes. Even when he'd mustered up the strength to crawl to his pillow and lay against it, Marcus knew it was going to take much more than that for him to get any rest tonight. He was exhausted and heartsick after everything that had happened, and there was nothing he wanted more than to just close his eyes and shut the world away. Every time he got close to resting though, his aching dick would twitch and throb, his balls caught in a vice of swollen need. Or he'd shift a little on the carpet and the agony in his poor, bruised butt would suddenly flare up and bring a fresh wave of painful tears.

The young prince felt so very hopeless. The worst part of all was knowing that this was just the beginning. Irena owned him now, and she'd shown absolutely no hesitation to hurt and **** him. The thought of what the future might hold for him and his poor Father too made him sob even harder, until he had to bite the pillow to stop his pitiful wails from getting any louder.