Rob Wins The Game of Whores

"Behold! To the ignorant, unwashed masses, look! Look at the women you call 'Queens' and 'nobles' and see the truth. That we're just base whores!"

Daenerys strode through the streets of Washington with confidence, bare her body in her malefic, sultry outfit, while carrying two leads with her, Cersei and Sansa following behind her, entirely in the nude. Her voice boomed out, drawing further attention to the three nude (or barely nude) women, making it impossible for them to be ignored

"Don't look away! Gaze upon our lewd, slutty bodies. Let your minds be filled with endless erotic fantasies and dreams. We are playthings for your deepest desires!"

Sansa and Cersei trotted along, on hands and knees, the pavement beneath them offering no harm, thanks to one of Zatanna's enchantments. They wiggled their butts back and forth, bare pussies dripping, heavy breasts swaying and bouncing. Days before, such an act would mortify them, even the basic thought of it, but now, as they were owned and warped by Rob, both Sansa and Cersei reveled in their lewd display, led through the city like dogs, their images recorded by hundred of phones, images and videos sent around the world millions of times. They would be the hottest things on Slutter today, that was for certain.

As Cersei and the others separated themselves from their former lives, Rob figured it would be okay for the girls to have some fun while they still resided in D.C. Hence, Daenerys came up with the idea of dressing like a wicked queen and parading Rob's slaves through the city, if only to see the look on the faces of the citizens, to see the Queen of Westeros and two prominent members of the aristocracy debasing themselves like this.

But, of course, no one in the crowd believed it was the "real" Daenerys Targaryen. The "real" Cersei Lannister and Sansa Stark. It was too unbelievable, too far-fetched. They were actresses performing some sort of off-stage production about the nature of monarchies. Or they were prostitutes, cosplaying and looking for attention. Hell, some in the crowd convinced themselves the three looked nothing like Dany, Cersei, or Sansa. That their wigs "needed work". Such was how the human mind worked. Finding plausible solution to the implausible, even if the implausible was the simplest explanation.

"You've all seen my screeds at this point! Men! Shape up, become worthy of being a master and you can own slaves like these! Women! Submit and obey! Know your place and know eternal pleasure. Look at how happy they are!"

Cersei and Sansa stood, blowing kisses to their admiring public, flaunting their bodies to cheers and hollers.

Actresses or whores or whatever, the three paraded up and down the city all afternoon, unmolested by police or federal agents or superheroes, all the amusement and shock of the crowd, all to the sick, twisted pleasure of Daenerys Targaryen.

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"...We return to our top story in international news, regarding the state of the European nation of Westeros. After Queen-in-exile Cersei Lannister announced her sudden abdication two days prior, it has also been announced that she and her coalition of allies - Daenerys Targaryen and Sansa and Arya Stark - are putting their support behind democratic reforms for their home nation. In addition, the four women have pledged to donate vast sums of their personal fortunes to see this cause through, and are calling upon international support to end the military coup which seized their country. We now turn to our panel of experts..."

Two days had passed since Rob completed his conquest of his four Westerosi whores, with the four of them working overtime to sever their past lives so they could fully embrace the mantle of ****. His wish having conjured an entire country, it was the first time conquests of him had such deep connections to the outside world, but he thought they all performed with aplomb. To the outside world, it would appear the four had a sudden change of heart regarding authority, wealth, and government, before vanishing to live a quiet life abroad, away from the spotlight... until they reappeared on a trashy, horny social media site, debasing themselves as whores and sluts for the entire world.

Rob watched the news with Zatanna sitting atop his lap, the two cuddling as so-called "experts" attempted to rationalize and justify this sudden change of heart. Much like the crowds who saw Dany, Cersei, and Sansa parade around in the buff, their minds would never be able to comprehend the sinister truth behind this change.

"Hmm... you know, I can barely remember why I disliked you, Daenerys." Sansa mused aloud, in between kissing her sister and thrusting her dildo into the silver-haired harlot.

"Because we were squabbling over silly things like a crown and a throne." Came Daenerys's reply, her voice thick and raspy, as she pulled away from Arya's cunt. "Now we know better. Master taught us better."

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Off in the corner, Daenerys was entangled with the two Stark sisters, on her back being ploughed by Sansa and her strap-on, while eating out Arya. While still in D.C., Rob had decided to keep his girls sequestered (with a few exceptions) while they settled their affairs. Once back in Port Reyes, away from the limelight and safely within Rob's sphere of influence, the three of them and Cersei would be able to live their new lives to the fullest.

"Sorry, by the way," Rob murmured to Zatanna, as they watched the show. "About stuffing you in my shadow for the majority of this." He stroked Zatanna's hair, kissing her softly. "I would have called you out to join, but... I sort of got carried away."

Zatanna met Rob's sheepish, apologetic smile with one of her own, bright and warm. "It's okay, darling." She replied, voice rising over the heated moans of the three girls. "After all, I got front row seats to all the fun. Speaking of..."

She trailed off, Rob quirking an eyebrow in a questioning manner. "Are you going to tell me, or do I have to order you?" It was a joke, a tease, punctuated by another smile and another kiss. "Because you know you can't resist me."

"Not at all." Zatanna purred, snuggling deeper into Rob's grasp. "It's just, well... being in your shadow, feeling what you felt, there were moments of... intense, pure emotion surging through you. Surging into me, too." Her eyes moved over to the tangled pile of bodies, of sweaty flesh, and heated smiles. "And it was most powerful when you were thinking about impregnating Cersei, Sansa, and Arya. It was an intoxicating high, one which I had never experienced before."

Zatanna sighed, shutting her eyes, reliving that moment of shared nirvana. "I can still picture it, too, how you viewed them. Heavily pregnant and grateful to carry your child. Mother and child, growing up, sharing their knowledge, their lifestyle. Our lifestyle. And then, when the girls fully mature, claiming them for yourselves, starting the cycle anew. A heady, endless cycle of pure sin and debauchery between Master and ****, mother and daughter and father..."

Even the lesbian threesome in front of him didn't turn on Rob as much as Zatanna had, describing his fantasies back to him, her voice growing increasingly deeper and breathier. The magician in fact let out another shuddering sigh, pressing her lips together and licking them when they broke apart, her entire body taught and tight as a coiled spring. Those thoughts that leeched into her mind, seemed so impossibly real...

Fingers wandering to her crotch, Rob offered some relief to his prized pet, gently rubbing her though her clothes, Zatanna's voice hitching and rising, as he attempted to coax more out of her.

"My point being, Master... mmm, fuck your fingers are magic! My point is... is this what you desire? What you intend to do with your newest slaves? Breed them and take their daughters for their own?"

"It is." Rob's voice was a low, animalistic growl in Zatanna's ear. "I want it, so bad. I - well, you would know, you were in my head - was hoping against all sense that I knocked up Sansa when I fucked her that first time." Zatanna did feel that, know that. That powerful urge overtaking Rob during his climax, **** primal desire rising to the surface. "But you're wrong when you say I want to do it to Cersei and the others. No, my dear Zatanna, I want to impregnate and breed every last one of my slaves, and then their children, and their children. And then breed my slaves with each other - Sansa and Arya, Luz and Amity, Sasha and Anne, Korri and Asami, and that's just to start! Friends and lovers, siblings and mothers and daughters, and me! An endless cycle of ****, an endless harem of generation after generation of fawning, submissive slaves!"

"O-oh God!" Zatanna rose to a body-quaking orgasm, triggered by the thought of her with a massive, eight-months pregnant belly and heavy breasts full of milk. Of giving birth to a beautiful daughter and then offering her to Rob, body and mind. It was too much, far too much, especially when she knew how powerful this desire was within her Master. How badly he wanted it. The orgasm ended, only with another to rip through her body soon after, as this desire now dwelled within her.

However...

She also knew that, when Rob was filling Sansa with his glorious, virile seed, that he remarked he was not yet ready to begin this plan. After recovering her wits, Zatanna voiced this concern to Rob, still spooning with her, even as her fingers gently ran up and down his cock.

"I have plans still, before I become a father." Rob admitted, a serious look on his face. Ever since he came into his power, his reality, and the realization of what it truly meant, Rob had been slowly planning everything, laying the groundwork to creating his perfect world. "I would like to expand my harem some more - a lot more, actually. There may be somewhere close to a hundred women out there I wish to claim. But then, I'll need you and your power, my beloved. And a few more like you, too. All to ensure everything goes perfectly. So that my daughters grow up healthy and happy, and that no matter how inbred we get, my family will not be touched by the degenerative defect of ****. There's still a lot of work to do before we get to that point, but it will be perfect."

The kiss came on like a storm, but was gentle as the summer's breeze, Zatanna pressing herself up against Rob's chest, to be as close to him as possible. "Indeed, my beloved Master... I already swore upon my power to see your fantasies come to light, and so I swear again, to give you the family and harem you desire. That we desire. Your thoughts are mine, your needs are mine and, as such, your dreams are mine, too..."

Shortly thereafter, Cersei entered the hotel suite in a huff, frowning deeply as she made a beeline for Rob. "I have done as you asked, Master." She said, falling to her knees next to him. "But this is all so vexing and trying. Would it not be easier to tell the slovenly mob that I'm just a whore? Fit only to sit on a cock, not a throne, as opposed to all of these press conferences?"

"It would be easier, yes." Rob agreed, stroking the hair of the pouting blonde. "And I did promise you an easy life, which will begin once we return home. There's only one last task I have of you." When he saw the protesting look drawing on Cersei, Rob gave her a look of his own, silencing the former Queen in an instant. "Trust me. This one, you'll enjoy Queen Cunt."

Snapping his fingers, the modest dress Cersei wore for her meetings and conferences was replaced with a set of skimpy, see-through lingerie, bound in chains and straps, with further royal accoutrements fitting for a royal whore.

"I've heard you were nothing but a bitch to the hotel staff while you were here. So, Zatanna has made some arrangements with them, so that you can... 'apologize' in person, as it were."

Cersei immediately understood the meaning, her eyes sparkling with whorish delight, purring as her hands ran across her breasts.

"They're eagerly waiting for you in Daenerys's suite, so don't keep them waiting any longer."

"Yes, Master." Cersei rose to kiss him, before trotting off, hips swaying in anticipation. "A whorish Queen like me should always offer her body to the commonfolk. It's right, it's easy..."

Rob and Zatanna shared a kiss, as well. "Everything good on our end, dear?"

"But of course, love." Zatanna said. "The workers will be wholly compliant with using Cersei. And I've set up a special channel so you can watch the show."

Rob chuckled and smiled. "What would I ever do without you?" Another kiss and they said their goodbyes. "When you two are finished, we'll head home. This has been a fun trip, but I miss the girls."

"Won't be long, now..."

Zatanna and Cersei departed, leaving Rob alone to watch the news, as well as his three other royal slaves and their continuing orgy. By this point, Arya found herself the woman on the bottom, naturally subbing for her elder sister, eating out Sansa while Dany took her from behind.

Before long, Rob changed TV channel's to Zatanna's special showing, seeing Cersei - already disheveled, sweating, and covering in cum - in the middle of a circle jerk. Over a dozen turgid cocks were aimed at Cersei, squatting down and doing her best to service them with hands and mouth and breasts. A clamor of obscenities rained over the former Queen, who would have died from shame just imagining such a scenario, but who now took every cry of "Bitch", "Whore", and "Slut" as a badge of honour.

"Hmm, yes, boys! Yes!" She said around mouthfuls of cock. Her voice had a delirious, rapturous quality to it, while her emerald eyes were hazed over, almost giving her the look of an addict. "I was such an awful bitch to all of you, so let it make it up to you. Give me you fat cocks, give me you hot cum! **** me with those filthy, disgusting beasts of yours! Use me like a common whore! Fuck me like an animal, use and **** me like an object! Just don't stop, ever, ever, ever!"

"Sansa, come here!" Rob ordered, feeling incredibly turned on from Cersei's lewd performance. "I could use your sweet mouth for a time."

Sansa hurried over, but she alone was not enough. Rob eventually had his own circle jerk with Sansa, Arya, and Daenerys, all three women grabbing and slurping onto the identically thick and hot shafts of their Master his clones. He showered them with hot streaks of white seed, the three gobbling up as much as they could, eventually kissing each other with mouths full of cum, snowballing the delicious semen between them, sharing in each other's pleasure and joy.

Cersei on the screen. The Stark girls and Dany at his feet. All of them worshiping cock like it was the only thing in the world. All of them bedecked and bedazzled in cum like it was all they ever wanted. They were done playing the game of thrones, the deadly game of the nobility an the monarchy. Now, their lives would be nothing but sinful pleasures serving at the beck and call of a true master.

What else could a Westerosi whore ask for?