Barely allowing the family anytime for recovery, she loudly smack her hands together, "So! Who's next?!"
Queen Beth then turned her eyes to Prince Palador, still not satisfied with the suffering of King Garon... otherwise known as Princess, currently quivering and whimpering from her utter humiliation.
"Ah, Prince Palador," she said, giving a quick glance back at the transformed king, "the most favored Prince, the last hope for your father's HUMAN line," Beth said emphasizing the word human. "Let's put an end to that false hope, shall we?"
"No!", cried Queen Belle as she fell to her knees. "Please, do no more, I beg you!" Princess hissssed at Beth.
Beth ignored her pleas. "Princess, look at yourself, you are dripping and making a mess. Lick yourself clean" In disgust, Princess complied.
Turning back to Palador, she snapped her fingers. Like his father before, Palador's body was wracked with pain. Only this time, he shrank much more rapidly. Fur spread across his body, his face pushed out to a muzzle, and his cries turned to inhuman grunts. By the time his tail began to grow, he was fully incased within a pile of his own clothing. *squeek squeek*
The evil Queen Beth walked over to the pile and lifted it away, revealing nothing but a small, white, pink-eyed mouse. After a few moments of shivering in fear, the mouse squeeked and darted towards the other end of the room.
Laughing, Beth simply flicked her fingers yet again, instantly creating a shallow basket around the animal. The mouse desperately tried to climb its way out, only fall back down to the center. Queen Beth walked over and picked up the basket, bringing it to show to his mother and sister. Queen Beth, relishing their dispair, noticed that Princess was still preoccupied licking her genitals.
"That is enough, Princess," she chuckled, "just as long as you got a good taste."
"Now behave, Princess," she said, stroking the cat's behind the ears and showing her the contents of the basket, "in addition to producing kittens, you will also be responsible for catching rodents such as this."
With a snap of her fingers, Beth produced a similar basket. Inside of which could be heard the frantic squeaking of several mice. Unlike Palador, these mice had the typical brown fur and black eyes.
Beth continued petting Princess, "unfortunately, leaving you with your mind has deprived you of some necessary feline instincts. So let us play a game to test your skills."
Princess hissed.
"For now I want you to practice catching mice alive. Princess, go that basket and capture me a brown rat, alive."
Obeying, King Garon trotted over to the basket and peered into it. After a few failed attempts, she was able to capture one by the tail with her jaws.
"Good job Princess!," Queen Beth clapped, "now drop the mouse into your son's bucket, so that he may have some company"
Princess, unable to resist the instructions, dropped the mouse along with his son. He still had not figgured out the purpose of this game. Perhaps Beth simply wished to humiliate him. But that would be the best-case scenario...
That's when Princess noticed the brown rat forcing its way on top of the white one. Palador's mother sqealed, and his father mewed helplessly as they watched him being humped dominated by the larger male rat.
"He takes after you, King Garon," Beth commented. "Very strong and handsome as human male, but very weak and submissive as a animal..." "Notice the male's swollen testicles," she continued, "these male mice are very eager to mate. So I can assure you Palador shall be very well serviced."
Becoming resigned to his inability to save his family, Princess bowed her head in shame not looking at the scene, but she could still hear the wild succession if squeaks coming from the basket.
"Princess, bring the male mice one by one to your son's basket, such that they may each have an opportunity with her"
Silently, Princess transported the mice, fifteen in total. She would have cried if she could, mentally anguished at being forced into contributing in his own son's rape. Death would have been better. And there was still her wife and daughter yet to be made into victims!
Soon the basket became a tangled mess of claws and tails, as the horny males fought for mating rights with the female. It was a simple game. The male who injected the most sperm would be most likely to father her children.
Queen Beth allowed this to happen for at least thirty minutes, all the frenzied action having made her aroused and almost jealous of Palador and Garon. She had reached down and began to finger herself, and at one point even ordered Princess to use her tongue on her.
Finally she grew tired of the show and pulled Palador out of the basket by the tail, along with a couple of determined male rats that continued to clung on and hump away. Queen Beth had to flick them away.
She dropped Palador to the ground, in front of the female cat. Palador, white mouse, was so exhausted that she made no attempt to struggle. Remorsefully, Princess nuzzled the striken mouse, and curled around it protectively.
Unfortunately this moment of comfort would not last.
"Awwww, what a beautiful sight," Queen Beth cackled, "however, your punishment is not over." Grinning evilly, she tells Princess...