Mind Controling In Another World

“Yes, mother. You want an owner, one that no one has been until now. Because no one had discovered that you only want to be someone’s whore.” Alphonse explained.

“N-no.” Isabelle moaned.

“Yes, you are. If you weren’t a whore, you wouldn’t have accepted someone in your bed while your husband is at the frontline.” Alphonse continued. “If you weren’t, you would have left when your son made you cum. You wouldn’t be in your bed with your son putting two fingers inside you.”

The boy took advantage of the moment to push both fingers inside Isabelle.

“Hmmmm, nooo.” She moaned, feeling him inside her.

“The question is not whether you are a whore or not. But who will be your owner.” Alphonse said, while with one hand, he slapped his mother’s ass.

Isabelle put both her hands back, trying to push Alphonse away. However, with the same hand he slapped, he grabbed both of Isabelle’s hands. Placing her hands behind her back, he had pinned her down.

“And I want you for myself. Only for myself.” Alphonse commented in a low voice.

The boy removed his fingers from inside Isabelle, instead using his free hand to lower the pants he was wearing. Taking his cock out, he placed his member between the baroness’s legs.

“W-what are you doing, Alphonse?” Isabelle asked.

“I’m taking you for myself.” The boy replied as he passed his cock between his mother’s pussy lips.

“N-no. You can’t. We are mother and son. This is wrong.” Isabelle resisted.

Before Isabelle could continue to protest, he penetrated her.

“Aaaah! N-no. No.” The baroness still didn’t know what to do.

 

[Mind Influence] The only man in your life is your son.

[Mind Influence] Only your son deserves you.

[Mind Influence] Your son owns you.

 

She had never been treated like this. She should have hated it. Yet, she was loving it. Worse, she was excited to be dominated.

“Who owns you?” Alphonse asked.

“I-I don’t have an owner. I…” Isabelle started to answer.

However, Alphonse sped up, thrusting. Going in and out of her pussy, she couldn’t concentrate on the pleasure she was feeling.

“Of course you do. I’ll show you who you own.” The boy said.

Quickly, he pulled his cock out of Isabelle and pulled away. He grabbed one of her mother’s legs and turned her over on the bed. Isabelle was now face to face with him.

The boy grabbed each of her legs and lifted them up. He thrust into Isabelle again, but this time, he could see his mother’s face with each thrust.

“I own you, and you are my whore.” Alphonse said.

“N-no, Alphonse. Please.” Isabelle moaned. She stretched out her hands, trying to push the boy, but she was only helping him move in and out of her.

“Who owns you?” Alphonse yelled.

“I d-” The moment the boy saw her resisting, he slapped one of her breasts.

“Wrong.” He replied.

“Who owns you?!” Alphonse yelled once more.

“N-” Another slap on the other breast.

“Wrong again.” He replied.

Tears began to well up on Isabelle’s face. She had never felt so much pain in her breasts. But the worst part was that she was enjoying it, this was putting her even more in conflict.

“You won’t cum until you learn to answer correctly.” Alphonse explained as he pinched both her nipples.

“I-I won’t cum. I won’t cum.” Isabelle repeated, also trying to convince herself.

“Do you really think so?” Alphonse mocked. “You know this is the best sex you’ve ever had.” Alphonse was right. Isabelle knew she wouldn't be able to resist much longer.

“Nooooo.” With each penetration, she got closer to cumming.

“Who owns you?” Alphonse asked once more.

“...” Isabelle tried not to answer. “... y-”

The baroness was conflicted. She couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to give up, to surrender, and above all, to enjoy herself.

“Who owns you?” Alphonse asked louder.

“You,” Isabelle answered softly.

“Louder bitch!” The boy commanded.

“You. You own me.” Isabelle answered softly.

“That’s it! I own you.” Alphonse accelerated, penetrating his mother’s pussy harder.

“My son. My son. You own me. I am yours. Only yours.” Isabelle responded with each thrust.

“You are what?” The boy asked.

“I am your whore. Your whore.” The baroness continued to answer. “To command. To control. Yours.”

Alphonse continued to accelerate, but in the meantime, he used both hands to hold the baroness’s breasts. While she declared herself, he played with her nipples. He was squeezing and pulling them, creating a torture of pleasure for Isabelle. “I-I. I’m going to cum.” Isabelle moaned.

“Me too!” Alphonse warned.

“Son. Al. Out.” Isabelle cried out.

“No!” Alphonse denied.

“Aaaaaaah!” Isabelle trembled with each jet of cum that was shot into her pussy.

“That’s it!” Alphonse finished.

[Do you wish to Brand her?]

| Yes

The boy leaned against his mother’s neck, where a tattoo of a choker quickly formed.

Throughout the night, Alphonse kept waking up and having sex with Isabelle without giving the baroness a moment of rest.

The next day, the moment they woke up, the boy pressed his face against his mother's and gave her a light kiss.

"This is what it means to be mine. When I return, you will have many nights like this." The boy commented. "And if you are not pregnant yet, I will make sure of it as soon as I return."

"P-pregnant!" Isabelle was startled by the possibility.

But Alphonse had already gotten up. He still had to get ready to leave in the carriage.

Isabelle got up right after the boy, she could feel dry cum on her legs and some still coming down from her pussy. 'I-it's not possible that he got me pregnant.'

Throughout the day, Alphonse and Sophie sort through their belongings—books, clothes, and materials they would take to the capital. Everything needed to be transported in two carriages.

This time, they wouldn’t be accompanied by just four soldiers. Since it was a longer journey, they also had ten soldiers with them in addition to a coachman.

“The trip to the capital is quite safe. The imperial roads are busy and constantly patrolled,” one of the soldiers explained.

The baroness was already pleased to see that the soldiers were not loyal to the former Head of the Guard. This alone was enough to ensure their safety during the journey.

Sophie hugged her mother, both teary-eyed as they said their goodbyes.

“I’ll write every week, mother,” Sophie promised.

“I’ll be waiting,” the baroness replied, hugging her daughter tightly.

Sophie ran to the carriage to avoid crying any further and to make it easier to leave.

While everyone was focused on loading the carriages, Alphonse remained by Isabelle’s side.

“I’m going to miss you. So much,” Isabelle said. Her face looked almost mournful, with small tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I will too, mother. I will too,” the boy said. “But it will go by quickly. Just one year, and we’ll keep sending letters whenever possible.”

The baroness nodded and gave him a tight hug. Alphonse took advantage of the fact that no one was looking to squeeze Isabelle’s butt.

“Don’t forget about me,” Alphonse said.

The baroness blushed quickly. “Never,” she replied.

It was Alphonse's turn to walk to the carriage. He and Sophie leaned out of the window, waving their arms and saying goodbye.

Once everything was loaded, they finally departed.

Within minutes, the mansion began to shrink into the distance until Alphonse could no longer see the baroness.

A tear rolled down his cheek. He felt a tightness in his chest. The anxiety of the unknown, the upcoming adventures, the war, and the future weighed heavily on his shoulders.

'On to the capital!'