The warchief forces his Mother to punish him

Marcus yelped in pain as the Orc's fat fingers darted down his back and found his still-burning butt. She cupped one sore cheek under her massive palm, rubbing at the tender skin. The young prince just whimpered helplessly, tears in his eyes as his poor butt was once again abused.

"I was thinking of giving this sweet ass a spanking, but it looks like someone else got to you first." Shaharza grunted, her fingers digging into his stinging flesh. "What the fuck happened?" Her golden eyes flickered up to meet his, demanding an answer.

"The Shaman..." Marcus managed to whimper, before his throat got too tight to even speak.

"Ah, ran into Urul did you?" The warchief chuckled roughly. "Let me guess, you weren't respectful enough? Didn't kiss her cock or some such? That's bad luck for you, little calf. She's a real bitch at the best of times. Suppose it explains why you were late, but think I'll punish you anyway, just to make sure the lesson really sinks in." Her hand darted back and then smacked him once across his butt, the crack of palm on flesh filling the tent. Marcus jumped away, squealing in pain as his tender cheeks burned even hotter. She grabbed him again, tugging him back towards her. There was a muffled shriek of rage from the Queen, still pressed against the warchief's swollen balls. "What the fuck's the matter with you?" Shaharza asked, glancing past Marcus between her own spread thighs, where his Mother was frantically fighting to **** herself free. The Orc moved her hand back, letting the Queen pull away from that massive cock.

"You...and one of your beasts struck my son!" The Queen snarled, her voice going all high and breathless the way Marcus had only heard when she was absolutely furious with him. Like the time she'd caught him sneaking into the stables to talk to a groom he'd made friends with and pat the cuter ponies. She'd thrown the other boy out the castle and locked him in his room for a month after that, saying she couldn't trust him to look after himself. "How dare you? I'll skin the creature alive and you as well, you vicious barbarian!"

"Shut the fuck up." Shaharza spat. Her hand darted up and grabbed the Queen across the mouth, muffling her screams. "Last night, those silly threats amused me. Not any more. You're my **** now, and my breeder, as soon as the ceremony's done and I've stuffed that pussy full of my cum. You'll treat me with the proper respect." The angry rumble of her voice was so scary it made Marcus shudder with panic, and even the Queen stopped trying to scream through her hand. "So, now I have two naughty slaves here, both needing punishment." Shaharza growled, still holding both Marcus and his Mother in her hands. "Fuck it, I'll handle you later, once I've eaten" With a flick of her wrists, she tossed them away, sending the young prince sprawling across the tent's woven floor next to his naked Mother.

"Marcus!" The Queen shrieked, grabbing wildly at him as she struggled up onto her knees. Before Marcus could even gasp, she'd grabbed him tightly in her hands and yanked his wriggling body to hers. He found himself buried again in her naked boobs, her arms wrapped around him and pinning him there. The young prince blushed furiously as his face was pressed into those soft, pillowy mounds, his dick tingling despite his terror. "Oh Marcus..." The Queen sobbed, hugging him so tightly it was starting to hurt. "I was so worried."

"I'm starting to understand why your calf is just so very meek." The warchief rumbled above them, sounding even angrier now. Her massive hand grabbed another slab of meat and shoved it in her mouth, her golden eyes narrowed and fixed on the pair of them while she chewed and swallowed. "Small he might be, but he's of age, isn't he?" She continued coldly "You treat him like he's a yearling whelp, still suckling at those fat tits of yours."

"He's my only son." The Queen whimpered helplessly. Marcus trembled in her grip, struggling to raise his head out of her boobs. His throat going all tight and his eyes burned with hot tears. He knew crying wouldn't help him in the slightest, but he was so panicked he just couldn't stop himself. After the terror of the shaman and those other Orcs, to come back to this was just too much!

"Well, you're not treating my young that way once you bear them, I won't stand for that coddling. In fact, I won't stand for it with him either. He's my **** now. He needs to be toughened up so he can serve me properly." Shaharza grunted around another mouthful of beef. "Since you've managed to really annoy me now, I've got the perfect way for you to amuse me while I eat, and teach you both a good lesson too. I'm going to sit up here and watch, while you punish your meek little calf for me." Marcus felt the Queen freeze against him, a strangled gasp of utter shock escaping her lips.

"No, you can't!" She shook her head frantically.

"Yes, I can." The Orc rumbled. "I own you both, remember? I'm tired of this pathetic bleating. Either you punish him the way I tell you, or once I've finished my breakfast I'll drag you both outside and make you watch while I string him up and take a whip to him. Then I'll do the same to you." There was a moment of silence as that awful threat hung in the air. Marcus felt his heart pounding in his aching chest, sheer terror making it hard to even breathe. How could she...? Even a monster like her...

"Please, don't hurt him!" The Queen begged helplessly. "Please...it was my fault, punish me instead!"

"Can't you see, pretty cow, I already am." Shaharza leant back on her cushions, a vicious smirk on her face. Marcus felt his Mother stiffen up against him. Her beautiful face was a mask of utter panic, her mouth hanging open. She looked like she was just frozen. If she didn't do as Shaharza said now...they'd both be in even worse trouble. He'd rather he get punished now, than see his Mother get hurt too! Even if it meant another spanking, or something worse!

"Mother, you have to." Marcus whimpered, mustering the strength the words up his tight throat. "Just do as she says. I'll be fine."

"Marcus...I can't." She gasped, her tears dribbling down her cheeks to drop onto his bare chest. "I can't hurt you."

"You have to." The young prince repeated. He reached up a trembling hand to rub his Mother's shivering shoulder. "I'll be okay. I'll know it's you, so I'll be fine, I promise." She trembled against him, her beautiful blue eyes wavering. He saw the moment she made her decision, the slight hardening of her face as she resolved herself to punish him despite everything, and a flicker of hope blossomed inside him. Maybe he could help her through this after all?

"Listen to your whelp." Shaharza growled above them. "He's talking sense now." Marcus scowled. Couldn't she'd just shut up and let him comfort his Mother? This was all her fault! Then the Queen sat up straighter, turning her head to fix the Orc with another cool glare. Her face was calm now, despite the tears still dripping down her pale cheeks.

"I'll do it." She snapped, her voice sounding almost the same as when she'd spoken from the throne. "You've given me ****."

"There, now that's more like it." The warchief smirked back, golden eyes sparkling with amusement at the Queen's courtly poise. "Tell you what, since you've smartened up, his punishment's not going to be that painful. I'm thinking he might even enjoy it, once you get started anyway."

"What?" The Queen spluttered. Marcus gasped too, more than a little shocked at this sudden change in the terrifying Orc.

"That's right." Shaharza chuckled, grabbing another slab of meat from the plate. "See, I've decided it's not only your sweet pink cunt I'm gonna be fucking tonight. Once the ceremony's finished, I want his tight ass as well. That means I need someone to stretch him out, get him ready for my cock to fit inside him. That someone's going to be you, pretty cow. You're going to use your tongue, your fingers and a few little toys I've got to open up your calf's asshole for my cock. Then you'll plug him up once you're done to keep him that way until I can fuck him later."