Taming of the She-Wolves

While Cersei alone dwelled on the top floor of the hotel, Daenerys had her suite on the floor below, with the two Stark sisters sharing an adjoining one. Once Rob had given the two their task, they were quick to see it done, but not before Cersei ordered room service for her Master. Spending the night plowing two beauties took a lot out of a guy, plus Rob needed to do something to while he waited for his slaves to bring him in his next targets. So, he ate in near solitude, conversing mentally with Zatanna, awaiting the arrival of his next conquests.

I will say, it is thrilling watching you in action, sir. Zatanna commented. Your confidence, your coolness, your skill... It was simply spectacular.

Rob chuckled around a mouthful of bacon and eggs. "It took a while to get to that point, actually. My first couple of times, I was nervous as all get out. But now I've learned to go with the flow. Nothing can stop me, especially with you by my side."

Aw, Master. You'll make me blush...

They continued their sweet talk for a while, before the doors to the deluxe suite swung open, Cersei dragging in Sansa Stark by her long read hair. The elder Stark sister struggled within the ironclad fingers of Rob's whorish Queen, attempting in vain to twist away, but Cersei only tightened her grip, a cruel look of satisfaction upon the blonde's face.

"Cersei, enough! What has gotten into you!?" Sansa demanded, defiant and furious. "Have you finally gone mad and look to take it out on me again? I don't fear you anymore..."

"Good." Cersei said in a soothing voice. "There's nothing to fear, little pup." Her eyes fell upon Rob sparkling, as Sansa noticed him for the first time since entering the room. Wonder and confusion mixed with her defiance.

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Sansa Stark was the very model of feminine beauty, perhaps even lovelier than Daenerys, though the latter was certainly more exotic. Big soulful blue eyes and long read hair gave her both an innocent look and a sultry manner, depending upon what was in the eye of the beholder. What was undeniable was Sansa's body, as it was everything desirable in a woman - a tall, shapely woman with long, graceful legs, wide hips, a narrow waist, heavy breasts, full lips, and perfectly flawless skin.

Rob smiled at her, to which Sansa reared back, bearing her teeth in an animalistic, defensive reaction. But Rob paid no mind. His little bird would be singing a different tune soon enough.

"Keep her still until Daenerys returns." Rob ordered, idly, returning his attention to the remainder of his food.

"Of course, Master." Cersei planted a foot into the pit of Sansa's knee, forcing her to kneel.

"'Master'?" Sansa repeated in disbelief, looking back up to Cersei, to the Queen she knew to be headstrong and proud to a fault.

"Yes. He stripped away my will and made me his. He'll do the same to you and your sister..."

Fear danced in Sansa's eyes for a moment, before she frowned and muttered, "Losing the throne truly did drive you mad..."

A short time later, the sound of a struggle emanated from beyond the doors. Sansa perked up at the noise, while Rob ignored it, Cersei following the lead of her Master.

"Let go of me, Daenerys! Arrgh! You bitch!"

"Oh, you'll see who the real bitch is soon enough, brat. Now get inside!"

The door exploded open, a body being forcibly tossed to the ground, as Daenerys Targaryen strutted into the room, rolling her hips and ass in an exaggerated manner.

With her new personality, Rob crafted a new look for Daenerys, garbing her in stereotypical dominatrix gear: corset, harness, long gloves, high boots, spiked heels - the works. Made of black leather, with swirls of scarlet and patterned like dragonscale, it covered everything yet hid nothing. Daenerys took to it like a fish to water, reveling in how sexy it made her feel, as she now radiated pure cruel and erotic energy.

The figure, the woman, Daenerys bodily threw into the room landed face down, unable to get up before the domineering dragon bitch stepped onto the space between her shoulder blades, pressing her weight down upon the poor girl and pinning her. "Look upon the face of your new owner, slut, and say 'hello'." Daenerys seized a handful of brown hair and yanked back, causing Arya Stark to look upon Rob for the first time.

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Arya was everything her sister was not in terms of pure physical beauty, short and flat-chested, with wild and mussy brown hair of the most common shade around. Her face was narrow and hard, as well, suspicious and angry. However, Rob didn't need every one of his girls to be a total knockout, and to him, Arya possessed a lovely roguish and tomboyish charm. Not to mention, alongside her sister, the two of them made a very important and inseparable set.

Arya bared her teeth, more aggressively than her sister, and said to Rob, "Who the bloody hell are you?"

Daenerys actually brought up a hand to strike Arya, staying her blow when Rob held a hand up, stopping her. "Don't worry ladies, all will be explained shortly." He then motioned to Cersei and Daenerys. "Keep them still." Then added, addressing Dany. "And put her on her knees."

Daenerys did as she was told, propping Arya up on her knees next to her sister, pinning one leg under boot while keeping a hold of her hair with one hand, the other hand holding Arya by the wrist. Cersei held Sansa in a similar lock.

"Sansa?" Arya asked, struggling under Daenerys, the older woman's strength amplified by her devotion and newfound sadistic streak. "What's happening? Why is Daenerys acting like this? Who is that?"

"I don't know." While Arya thrashed uselessly, Sansa kept still and as composed as possible, hoping she could find a way out. "They're acting strange. And Cersei referred to this man as her 'Master'."

Arya mirrored Sansa's earlier disbelieving look but, before she could say anything else, Rob brought out the pendant, dazzling light spilling forth over the two Stark girls. Cersei and Daenerys positioned their heads so that they would be looking straight at it, the eyes of the sisters widening in shock, their bodies subconsciously reacting to the coming threat.

"Sansa... I-I feel strange..." Arya's voice was already slurring and slushy, unblinking gaze held upon the gemstone.

"I can feel it, I can feel it in my head..." Sansa warned, voice strained and high, but more focused than her sister's. "You have to fight, Arya. Look away!"

"Have to fight..." Arya muttered, dreamily. "Look away..." She repeated the words emptily, taking no effort to take action. Orange was already beginning to leech into her eyes.

"Please, sir, please..." Sansa begged, vaguely aware of what was happening to her sister. "Please stop this, we'll give you anything... do anything..." Arya was entirely silent, her mouth having dropped into a tiny O shape.

"Yes, Sansa, dear, you will do anything." Rob returned softly. "You'll do anything I say. Forever and ever." He had to admit, he was surprised Arya submitted first, and submitted so quickly. Looks like being a willful tomboy didn't equate to having plenty of mental fortitude.

Sansa's head bobbed up and down in a sluggish nod. "Yes... do anything you say... forever..." Soon, Sansa was like her sister: silent, staring, and still. Cersei and Daenerys relinquished their grasp, wholly unnecessary now, as the two Stark sisters looked upon the shining stone with mindlessly devoted expressions, their mind blank canvases for Rob to do his work.

"Now, listen to me, Arya, Sansa." Rob began. Cersei and Daenerys took their places next to him, Daenerys watching Rob work with rapt attention and unhinged glee. "Cersei and Daenerys are my slaves. You two are also my slaves."

"Yes... we are your slaves..." Arya and Sansa replied in perfect unison.

Huh. That, too, was unexpected. Rob figured both girls would put up some level of fight. Either they were mentally weaker than Cersei and Daenerys, or the pendant was growing stronger. Well, only trouble would come from looking at a gift horse in the mouth. Rob rolled with it and continued.

"You love me and worship me. I am your Master, you will obey all my commands."

"Love and worship... obey our Master..."

"Good girls." Of course, just like Daenerys, he had more in mind than turning them into fawning slaves. He would twist them to his perverted vision, too. "But you don't just love me. You love each other, too."

"Yes, sir... we love each other..."

"You love each other like sisters. Like lovers. Your love for each other is deep, romantic, and sexual."

Rob expected them to seize up and resist, like what had happened with Cersei and Dany, but neither girl so much as stirred. In the exact same tone of voice, Sansa and Arya replied with, "Yes.. we love our Master and each other... we are lovers..."

"Turning them into incestuous whores." Cersei chuckled darkly. "Serves these two sluts right."

Daenerys was enjoying the show, too, touching herself vigorously and making lewd noises. "Oh, fuck, Master, I love it! I love it when you turn uptight, willful cunts into submissive sluts! Put these whores in their place!"

Rob ignored the commentary and pressed on. "I want you to say it, girls." He insisted. "Sansa, tell me who you love."

"I love my Master..." Sansa replied, softly. "And my sister, Arya..." Sansa's eyes were half-shut, blush creeping into her cheeks, sweat upon her brow.

"And Arya. Tell me who you love."

"I love my sister, Sansa... and my Master..." Arya's body was tight and wound up, breathing heavily. Neither girl continued to show any resistance.

Perfect. Or, rather, close to it. Rob had one more idea in mind. In their universe, Arya and Sansa squabbled to no end, a glorious war of sisterly rivalry. Here and now, they were lovers, but Rob figured their relationship still needed some fine-tuning.

"Now, girls, I'm going to tell you some truths. These will be your new realities. You will impress these upon your mind, heart, and soul. From this point forward, this will be the new you." Rob pivoted slightly, holding the pendant directly in front of Arya's face, while still making sure the light washed across Sansa.

"Arya, you love your sister. You idolize her. She is the embodiment of feminine beauty, everything you are not. She has always been better at you than everything. You are wild and willful, but to me and Sansa, you are meek and submissive. You want to be like Sansa. You want to be pretty and feminine. You want to be a good little sister. Respond. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master... I understand..."

Feeling good with his commands, Rob pivoted to face Sansa, once more directing the stone at her while keeping Arya within it's aura. "Sansa, you love your sister. To you, she is a pet. A doll. A plaything. You know she idolizes you, cannot refuse you, and wants to be like you. You enjoy playing with her. You are never cruel or mean or hurtful, but having that power over her makes you feel good. You like to play with her. You like to dress her up. You like to train her to be a good little sister. You know you are a good big sisters. Respond. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master... I understand..."

Rob nodded and fell back, sinking into a nearby couch, Cersei and Daenerys immediately flanking him, both were flushed and clearly turned on. "Then I want you two sluts to strip and wake up. It's time for Master to have his fun."

Both Stark girls nodded limply. "Okay..." Their words were just as boneless, as they rose to their feet, beginning to remove their dressing gowns and pajamas. As they did, they shut their eyes, humming to themselves, bodies thrumming with newfound lust and energy. Their hips shimmied and bellies rolled, lips parting in eager sighs. When their eyes opened, both women were in their underwear, eying each other for but a moment, hungry and wanton, before presenting themselves to Rob.

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"Oh, Master~" Sansa rubbed her hand across her breasts, down her stomach, then tracing the curvature of her waist, hips, and thighs. "All my life, I have waited for a man to take me and make him his. I could not imagine a more happier day than this. I am yours, now and forever.

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"I'm sorry, Master..." Arya held her arms across her bust, chewing her lips meekly. "I know my body can't compare to my beautiful sister's... but, I promise, I'll do whatever you ask of me. What I lack in beauty, I make up for in need, and in will. I'll do whatever it takes to earn my position as your slavegirl."

Daenerys had crawled atop Rob to make out with Cersei, so overwhelmed with her Master's power that she could not contain herself. Rob let the two play, as he had a pair of sisters to entertain him now.

The only question was, what to do with the Starks?