A Hypnotic Pendant

Hands in his pockets, enduring Cersei's blistering tirade, Rob felt something that wasn't his phone or his wallet. It was small, hard, and attached to a long thin cord. He had no idea what it was, or where it came from, but he knew he had his in.

"Okay, okay, you've said your piece." Rob said, harshly, speaking over Cersei. With a dramatic flourish, he pulled the item from his pocket, revealing a teardrop shaped crystal hanging from a long golden chain. The gem flashed with a dull, pulsing light, as it twisted from it's length, back and forth, causing the strange light to splash over Cersei's face. "So shut your mouth and take a look at this!"

"What? Some cheap bauble?" Cersei chuckled, flashing Rob a vicious smirk, a look mockery. "Are you deaf or just stupid? I am Queen. I own more wealth than you could imagine." The light continued to dance and play across her pale face, reflecting upon her eyes. "I used jewels like that to skip stones as a child." Despite her comments, Cersei's eyes remained locked on the jewel, unblinking and unmoving.

"Hmm, yes, but it sure is pretty, isn't it?" Rob asked, watching in delight as her emerald eyes began to turn to topaz, a matching shade of the gem, flashing between the two colours.

"Pretty...? I suppose..." Cersei muttered, spirited words failing her. She continued to stare, gazing mindlessly, humming under her breath, almost swaying on her feet.

Then suddenly, she jolted, abject fear upon her face, as she came to realize what was creeping into her mind. "N-no! No!" She struggled, trying to turn away, trying to close her eyes. Trying to protect her mind and will. "Sorcery... you coward, you cretin..."

"Silence!" Rob let the jewel twist on the chain, spinning back and forth, more light scattering across Cersei's face. "Stop talking, you arrogant bitch, and just watch. Just listen. Watch and listen..."

Cersei's lips quivered, trying to form some sort of insult or comeback, but words failed her. Her body failed her. Rob watched with great satisfaction, as all the fight drained from the Queen, her face falling slack and expressionless, eyes shrinking to pinpricks.

Her eyes were now bright, shining orange, mirror's reflecting the jewel's light.

Ah, the good old hypnotic pendant. Such a classic, one Rob was happy he got to whip out. He was wondering if this would retain it's power after tonight, after these conquests. But, first...

"Cersei, can you hear me?" Rob asked in a controlled, firm voice.

"Yes..." Cersei's voice, conversely, was soft, distant, empty, and emotionless. Nothing like the smug, superior tone she casted before.

"Good. Get on your knees, Queen Cunt."

"Okay..."

Cersei's body complied without thought, without emotion, without resistance, not even registering the insult. She sank to her knees, still looking up at the pendant.

Her head was also level with Rob's groin, his cock growing harder with the proximity of a dazed, soon-to-be-enslave beauty, stirring like a beast smelling it's next meal. Soon, it would feast.

"Now," Rob pronounced, "you are not the Queen."

"N-no..." Cersei stammered, her voice slightly louder than before. "I... I am the Queen..."

Rob frowned. Of course it wouldn't be that easy, to extract and eliminate an integral part of her personality like that. But he couldn't just let her keep that inflated sense of self, a total bitch like Cersei Lannister deserved to be punished, broken down, and made into a lowly ****.

**** to be clever, Rob went with a different tack.

"So... you want to be Queen?" Rob queried. Cersei shook her head, ever so slightly.

"I am the Queen..." She insisted, with as much **** as she could manage in her dazed state.

"But you also want an easy life, too, don't you? Wealth and pleasure and freedom?"

This question settled Cersei down, face settling back to emotionless. "Yes..." came her quiet voice again.

"But you can't have an easy life as Queen. Being a Queen is hard. It's a responsibility. You can't have be free. You can't have an easy life It's hard. It's difficult. You were chased from your country. People want you dead. It's hard. You want an easy life."

Cersei stood still, absorbing the words, unsure how to respond, but Rob saw gears turning behind her blank, glowing eyes, his words sinking through to her psyche.

"Being Queen is hard." Rob said. "Repeat it."

"Being Queen is hard..." Cersei echoed, obediently. Blankly.

"You want an easy life."

"I want an easy life..."

"Do you know who has an easy life? Whores and slaves?" Cersei began to stir again, but Rob ploughed through, trusting in this line of attack. "Whores don't have responsibilities. They suck and fuck all day. Their lives are nothing but pleasure. They use their beauty to make money. Whores have an easy life."

"Whores have an easy life..."

"Slaves don't have responsibilities. They don't have to think. They just do as they are told. They live off their Master's wealth. They are beautiful and well taken care of. Slaves have an easy life."

"Slaves have an easy life..."

Rob smiled, deeply enjoying the empty look on Cersei's face, as she parroted his commands back to him in her thin voice. "What do you want, Cersei?"

"To have an easy life..." she answered.

"And who has an easy life?"

"Whores have an easy life... Slaves have an easy life..."

"Exactly." Rob stated, moving for the kill. "You don't want to be Queen. Queen's have a hard life. You want an easy life. Slaves and whores have an easy life."

Cersei nodded along listlessly, echoing every word back without a shred of resistance. "Queen's have a hard life... don't want a hard life... want an easy life..."

"Ruling is hard. Obeying is easy."

"Ruling is hard... obeying is easy..."

"Leading is hard. Fucking is easy."

"Leading is hard... fucking is easy..." A faint smile began to form on her face, Cersei no doubt dreaming of an easy life of obeying and fucking.

"You don't want to be Queen." Rob stated, firmly, holding the jewel inches from Cersei's face. "You want to be a ****. My ****. I will give you what you want, Cersei. And easy life. Wealth and beauty and pleasure. All you have to do is obey. Submit and obey. Submit and obey."

"Submit and obey..." Cersei said in the form of a breathy moan. "Don't want to be Queen... want to be a ****... want to obey... easy life... wealth and beauty and pleasure..."

God damn, hearing those words from this bitch's mouth, in that erotic tone, it was one of the hottest things Rob had ever heard. It was one of the hottest things he had ever done, turning this uppity cunt and molding her into an obedient whore. Time to put on the finishing touches.

"You will wake up, Cersei, not as Queen, but as my ****. You want nothing more, because you know I can provide you with an easy life. A life you want. Do you understand?"

"Yes... I obey..."

Rob pocketed the hypnotic pendant. Without the light glaring her face, Cersei eventually stirred back to consciousness, the orange in her eyes fading back to green. She shut them for a time, groaning, hands exploring her body, as a pleasurable wave overtook her. When she opened, they were fixed solely on Rob, as a submissive smile - wholly out of place on the face of the poster girl for haughty Queen - grew. For the first time, Cersei looked and felt truly happy, as she purred out, "Master..."

Rob chuckled and smiled, victorious.

Cersei stayed upon her knees, bowing her head to her new owner. "Apologies for my earlier words, Master." Cersei said in a slavish and subdued tone. "I didn't realize how wonderful you were, and how much a bitch I was. Thank you for fixing me and showing me the light. I am much happier being your humble servant." She raised her head back up, spreading her fingers atop her bossom, emphasizing the deep valleys of cleavage her dress revealed. "Please, tell me how Queen Cunt might serve you, oh glorious Master."

Now this was more like, Rob thought. Cersei with her killer body and a much needed personality adjustment, turning her into the horny, ****, and submissive cougar that she was always meant to be.

"Well, bitch, I've been leering at your tits since I first came here, so I want them around my cock." Rob ordered. But, as Cersei went to release her rack from the dress, he held up a hand. "But, before you do that." He snapped his fingers.

Cersei in that red gown was a lovely sight, one Rob wanted to see again, but a change in clothes, into something more bare, cemented the change to his **** symbolically, leaving her **** to Rob and his desires.

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Cersei, now clad in a lingerie corset and thong of matching crimson, stood, running her hands over her curves, her waist, her butt, and her breast, fully showcasing her sinful body and her sinful desires. "I love it, Master." Cersei cooed, eyes blazing as they fell upon Rob. "Now, please, let this whore service you."

As a femme fatale who used her sexuality to advance her agenda, Rob had expected Cersei to be sexually skilled, and he was not disappointed. Her body was a delight, all pale, unblemished flesh, breasts capped with thick, protruding nipples, curly golden bush lining her privates. Rob sucked on one breast, while Cersei attended to his cock, long, delicate fingers dancing across it. Idly, Rob wondered if Cersei's daughter, Myrcella, existed in this world. In his world. While Rob never would rank Myrcella Baratheon as one of his favourite characters, but the idea of Cersei being an actual MILF, an actual mother, of perverting both blonde beauties, was a major turn on.

Hell, she doesn't need to exist. Rob thought, Cersei stroking his cock with long, measured movements. I'll breed this whore myself, fuck our daughter, then have her play with her mindless milk-cow of a mother. His cock twitched wildly in Cersei's palm at this fantasy, so he wasted no time moving on to the main event.

Cersei smothered his rod in her massive, pillowy breasts, squishing them together, Rob luxuriating on the suite's king-size bed. His was bigger, he thought with some measure of smug pride, while Cersei rubbed her tips up and down his cock. Rob grew his cock, bit by bit, with every full pass Cersei made, causing the whorish Queen to make a throaty sound of approval.

"Your cock is all I ever need, Master." Cersei moaned, tongue gently lapping at the swollen head of Rob's member. "I don't need a crown." Lick, lick. "A throne. A palace." Lick, lick, lick. "Jewels or gold or anything. I just need you..."

"And that's what you'll have, slut." Rob beamed down at his newest whore. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll have forgotten the meaning of the word 'queen'."

"Never." Cersei replied, not defiant, but teasing. "Queen is just a fancy word for whore, after all."

The Queen of Whores then opened her mouth wide, ready to engulf Rob's length, when a knock came at the door. Followed by a voice.

"Cersei. You can't just hole yourself up in here and wallow in misery. We need to discuss things. We need a plan."

The door opened, slowly, as someone new entered the room.