The young prince learns his fate

Marcus was terrified of what Irena meant to do with him. All her talk of training and animals had his head spinning. When she dragged him out of the throne room and away from his poor Father he was so afraid his trembling legs meant he could hardly keep up with the harsh tugs of the leash.

In the end, she left her other huntresses behind and led him down the long corridor to what had once been the master bedroom of the castle. It had been ransacked, the cupboards thrown open and any valuables pilfered, his Mother's pretty clothes left torn and discarded on the floor. Irena looked over everything with a satisfied smirk, then dragged him over to the bed. The young prince felt his stomach twist in panic, tears dripping down his cheeks. He was gasping for air as she sat down on the mussed-up covers. She wasn't...going to **** him, was she? Even she couldn't be that cruel!

"Sit." She snapped harshly, yanking the leash down so hard it dug into his neck. With **** but to follow, Marcus was dragged down to his knees, ending up on the floor between her muscled legs. He stared up at her through a mist of tears, her cold smile sending shivers down his spine. "I suppose you're wondering just what I've got planned for you, little bunny." She purred. Marcus froze, not sure if he even wanted to hear this, but desperately curious all the same. "I'm going to make you my cute little pet. An adorable bunny rabbit to join my stable of pretty males. You'll live a simple life, one spent on all fours, trained to behave like an animal and serve me until it's all you know. Soon enough, you'll hardly remember your old life at all."

"What?" Marcus gasped in horror. Casually, she just reached down and slapped him hard across the face, his head snapping to one side.

"No talking, or I'll gag you. Bunnies don't talk." She sneered. Marcus clutched his stinging cheek, sobbing even harder at the awful pain. "Males are just animals, guided by their baser instincts. Left unguided, they **** and kill and steal, treating us women like cattle to be bred and bartered. So it's been since the dawn of time. We Kaprian women understand that, so we take your kind and train them to become something rather more useful. Our pets and toys for the pretty ones like you, whereas the bigger males become our beasts of burden. That will be your father's fate, my prize stallion, pulling my cart and performing for me under the lash. He'll make for a fine stud too, once I've got him properly trained. Maybe I'll even bear some of his children myself." She smiled thinly, her hand rubbing at her belly. "A girl he sired would be a strong huntress indeed, and any foals, well, they can be trained from birth to be animals in truth. Unfortunately for you, bunny, the pretty boys don't get to breed. They get their cute little cocks locked away and have to please their Mistress in other ways."

That cold smirk fixed on her face, she reached up and pulled the wolfskin cloak from her shoulders, tossing it away across the room. Then her hands reached down to the belt of her armor and she started unfastening it. Marcus watched all this in dumb silence. He was still struggling to understand what she'd told him. The words just didn't seem to make sense. Train him as a pet? Make his father a horse? Why would she do that?

It was only when Irena pulled off the leather girdle covering her pelvis, then started rolling up the tunic underneath to bare her naked, muscled thighs, that the young prince realized what was going on. He stiffened, his eyes going wide with shock. She was going to **** him after all! Take his precious first time by ****!

A swell of animal panic surged through his trembling body. He tore away, leaping to his feet and sprinting for the door. Somehow he'd caught her by surprise and the leash swept through her fingers before she could grab it. The door was just hanging open and he **** his way through it as he heard her angry snarl. There was no thought in his head of where to go as he pounded naked into the empty corridor. Just to get away from her and whatever awful things she'd planned for him.