Beth take exquisite delight in torturing the queen by forcing her to watch as she further torments her transformed family.
She orders Belle's husband and former king, now reduced to the humiliating form of a common white housecat, to lie down directly in front of Belle so she can see up close her degradation. Against his will, Garon's female cat body obey's her command to lie on her side with her legs apart, giving Belle a nice view her new, animal, bestial folds, freshly swollen reddened by the recent abuse by the tom. The fur between her legs is still sticky and wet from the mating, drops of semen visible dripping out from the violated area between her folds.
"Now Princess, be polite and clean yourself up for the queen, and make sure you go nice and deep with that tongue of yours"
To Beth's horror, Garon...or Princess, despite the obvious look of anguish in the cat's eyes, obediently curls up into a ball, and puts her head between her legs and begins to lick the slickened fur around her sex. The slurping sound is sickening, and beth tries to look away, when the guards, clearly now under Belle's evil magical powers, hold her head and forces her to watch.
She can only watch as Garon slowly works her way around the periphery of her sex, with more of the tom's semen oozing out as she gets closer to the goal. "Stop," Beth interrupts, almost as if out of mercy, as Garon hesitates staring at her own violated vagina. "Let's not leave your wife of this. I've heard stories of how you enjoy watching women pleasure themselves, let us return the favor".
Beth then scoops the small white tabby in her arms, cradling her almost like a baby, and carries her close to Belle's face, literally holding the curled up cat bottom-first towards her so that both the space between her legs and the cat's own eat are a mere inches from Belle's nose. Belle makes brief eye contact with her husband, quickly looking away as she can feel the burning shame in the cat's eyes.
"Don't you dare look away Belle, or else I promise you I will do worse to your family," Beth warns, motioning towards the basket that Palador had since been placed in. Belle sobs and looks back at the altered form of the husband being held in compromising position directly in front.
"Now Princess, I want you to take your time and use your tongue. Not only to clean yourself but for the pleasure of your new body. You'll find I've altered your body somewhat to be able to experience pleasure more like a woman. Now begin"
Garon, despite his mental protestations, lowers his head down to his sex.
Belle sobs as she watch's the cat's tongue tip slowly penetrate between it's own folds. With a sickening squishing sound, the full thickness of the tongue, with agonizing slowness and purpose, pushes its way into her canal, spreading the outer lips into a tight O, with a mixture of saliva and semen being forced out around the penetrating organ. With a slow rhythmic pace, the cat slowly withdraws, then forces the tongue back in, all in Belle's plain view. The cat gradually moves its face in closer, to the point the its muzzle is practically buried in her folds.
Only with Beth's interjection that "the Queen's view takes priority" does the cat retreat her head enough from her crotch so that there's enough of a crack for Beth to see the tongue pumping in and out at an agonizingly slow and meticulous pace, as the surrounding tissue seems to throb in unison under the strain. Increasingly, more sexual juices and lubrication ooze out with each penetration, this time of the cat's own production.
For what is nearly twenty minutes of lewd horror, the spectacle continues, as Princess is forced to stop as she nears the excruciating edge of self-inflicted climax, and is made to do so repeatedly on end for Beth's (and not so much Belle's amusement).
Finally, as if out of mercy, Beth allows Garon to finish the act. With both women watching at close range, the cat's tongue focuses its attentions on a particularly sensitive spot deep inside its sex, now at a quick pace, with her muzzle buried deep. Finally her walls spasm in orgasm, almost as if to pull her face in deeper, as the pleasure crescendos deep within her, accompanied by a wash of juices the squirts into her mouth, around her muzzle, some of it even splashing onto Beth's face. Her unnaturally long orgasm continues for several seconds, finally winding down.
Garon, his task finally completed, looks up at Beth mournfully, her muzzle and face covered in her own juices. He own taste saturates the inside of her mouth.
Belle laughs as the cat in her arms begins to gag as if trying to cough up a hairball, only nothing comes out except for a couple strands of cum dripping from the corners of her mouth.
"Had enough for today King Garon?," Belle teases as she lays the cat down on the floor in front of Beth. The guards let Beth loose enough so that she can bend over and pet her husband soothingly.
"You Bitch!" Beth screams, "you've done enough to us already!"
"Oh no, the night is still young," Belle interrupts. "We still have to decide a suitable fate for you. But before then, let's make sure the King gets better adapted to her new body".
"Princess, I want you to continue your show. Pleasure yourself for our amusement as you did before, each time stopping just short of orgasm. After ten times you may satisfy yourself. Then start over again, and continue over and over until further command"
With a pitiful mew, Garon curls back up, head between her legs. As the squishing sound of her humiliation restarts, Belle looks down at the cat, then at the the basket containing prince Anders turned mouse, then at the sobbing queen who is once again being forced to watch the lewd act.
"Hmmmmmm...", she wonders to herself...