I can't hurt my mother.

"Oh John, I... I love you, always have, maybe even more now then ever", she says with such love and tenderness, tears flowing from her eyes while taking your hands in hers to stroke them across her face and neck, only to abruptly stop. Her face marred by doubt and hesitation. "But I don't know if I can do it. As much as I want to help you and save my mother from herself I can't hurt her to do it."

While this is a bit of a hiccup to your agenda you just can't help but marvel at the pure, noble woman your youngest sister has become despite Azar's influence. You suspect this to be your fathers doing, god rest his soul, as you sincerely doubt she got it from her mother. It pains you thinking of your father and the slight shame of possibly corrupting his youngest daughter who he loved dearly as the rest of his children. Still he's not here to protect her and you can't be there for her all the time, so your going to help her fend for herself.

'Besides', you grin as you think to yourself. 'I dont need to turn this beautiful angel into a devil just show her how to think like a bad girl,

"Oh dear sweet little Ivi, you've let me down...", you say in mock disappointment. "I'm not asking you to become a monster like Silva and **** your mother into submission, you are as far from a monster as a Star is from a stone."

"No, no little Ivi, I'm asking you train and discipline your mother like our horses and dogs as Father showed us", you say, setting the record straight as you wrap your arms around her. "As you may recall from those lessons training isn't about inflicting fear, its about setting boundaries and understanding. Pain is only meant to give the animal discomfort to teach it to stop doing something they shouldn't."

"It can be done in the slightest discomforts, such as a smack in the ass" you say as you slapped her sisters right butt cheeks. "Or a pinch and a twist of the ear." Instead of her ear you pinch and twist her left nipple beneath her dress.

Ivette moaning softly at your touch, her body shaking in your arms from your teasing.

"Making them assume the proper positions and be on their best behavior when it's time to breed..." you say as you shove her into the wall inside an empty horse stall, spreading her legs apart.

Ivette shudders with need, her heart pounding in anticipation.

"In fact some poeple are much easier to train, not through pain or fear, but pleasure and affection" you say as you slide your hand down her hip and under her dress. Caressing up her inner thigh to her pussy, feeling the heat from it as it grows moist with need. Your other hand caressing and squeezing her tight ass before sliding up her side to cup her perky breast. All the while pressing your face against her, kissing and teasing her neck and ears.

"Giving them so much pleasure to make them act like animals dying for release..." you say in a husky whisper while sucking and softly biting her ear.

"Ughhhhh John..." She quivers as her body shakes with need, her hips slightly grinding her ass against your hardening cock. Her heart racing as she knows you know how much it turns her on to take her in the very place you took her virtue.

"...and you give it to them, to the point where they can feel their release just around the corner and wanting more".

You can tell she is gettting really close much like last time, but just before she gets over the edge you stop completely and release her her from your grasp, backing away while holding her hands and legs apart against the wall.

"What are you...?", she asked in soft confused voice in her sexual daze.

"Only to deny them that release, let them cool off a bit and do it again, to the point where they are begging you for release, would say and do anything to have that release" you add with a devious grin from ear to ear, "Now that is true ****, true control... and like I said you won't be alone. Aunt Beatrice will be with you whole time to assist you and I'll be making regular visits to check on your progress and join in if need be."

"Do you understand now?" You ask as you again tease her neck and ears only to stop then rub your head against her bosom, softly biting at her covered nipples. All while your hand and feet are occupied, restraining her arms and legs.

She nods eagerly and with frustration and need.

"Excellent... now that we have settled any and all lingering doubts and concerns... to my intentions towards you and your mother. There's just one more matter to settle to which you have not given me your answer."

Seeing her blush slightly, you know she remembers what you asked of her.

"So I'll ask again. Princess Ivette... bastard daughter of King Skall, youngest of my beloved little sisters, will you swear your undying love and loyalty to me...." Kissing her neck, you slide your hand up her thigh and moan breathily. "To serve as my agent, lover..." Circling your clit, you smile as she gasps and shudders in surprise as you add, "...and mother of my bastard children... to take your mother and train her to do these same duties and more?"