Chương 11: Margaery Tyrell Pt. 2
As she's walked through the brothel, Cersei reflects that she's been foolish. It's a rare moment of self-recrimination for the beautiful Queen Mother. She'd been stupid to think that her status and position would stop Podrick Payne from doing something like this. After all, none of that had stopped him from doing everything else to her, now had it?
Among Baelish's many abandoned properties were of course several brothels. One of them was his most infamous brothel, the crown jewel of King's Landing's red-light district, supposedly the best brothel in the entirety of Westeros, or so Littlefinger liked to boast. After Cersei had signed over all of Littlefinger's properties to Podrick, the young squire had wasted no time in replacing toady left in charge by Baelish with Shae, leaving him the proud owner of the most exclusive brothel in the entire city.
All of this had seemed perfectly fine to the Queen Mother, save for the part of her that wanted nothing more than for Podrick to fuck her day in and day out. The rest of her believed this would give her a much-needed reprieve, as the squire would be too busy sampling his own goods to spend every day fucking her and fucking with her. Right?
Wrong. At least… at least he'd allowed her to wear a veil. That was almost all she was wearing though, in the way of true coverings. With a collar around her neck, attached to a leash that Podrick has in his hand, the disguised Queen Mother is entirely naked, save for the veil that hides her face, the collar around her throat, and the one-arm glove restraining her arms behind her back and forcing her gorgeous chest to jut out further as a result.
She feels like even less than a whore… she feels like a pet, paraded around and walked by her Master. Many eyes fall upon them, as Shae escorts Podrick and by extension Cersei through the brothel. Hopefully, no one can recognize her. Hopefully, none of these high-class whores can put a name to her body. It should be impossible, of course… it's not like she's ever partaken of Baelish's brothel before. No one here save for Podrick and Shae should have any idea what a naked Queen Cersei looks like.
And yet, even as they walk, she can't help but feel their eyes upon her, burning into her, as if every last one of the whores who looks up to take in the threesome can see right through her veil, to the woman underneath. Of course, in the end, this is all just Cersei's vanity and self-absorbed nature shining through. In reality, not a single one of the whores in the brothel is looking at her, not for more than a second, anyways. A veiled collared pet is not an unfamiliar sight to them, after all, though many are forced to begrudgingly admit that she IS beautiful.
No, the reason every whore that catches sight of them is staring is because of Podrick Payne, their new owner. Not just that… the man who'd well and truly properly broken in three of their fellow whores in the past, when Tyrion had paid for the night for his young squire, and the trio of girls that had made Podrick a man had given the coin back the next morning.
Funnily enough, none of the three women would actually talk about what had happened… only that they didn't feel right taking the coin, not after what Podrick had done to him. This had led to all sorts of rumors and stories, and a legend had built up around dear Podrick Payne… one that really wasn't all that far from the truth. So no, as much as Cersei thought they were, not a single one of the brothel's whores were staring at her. Instead, they were staring at Podrick Payne… and wondering what it would take for them to get a one-on-one session with him.
None have the confidence to take a shot right now though, none step up to the plate. Instead, the whores all stay where they are as the new Brothel Madam, Shae, leads the Brothel Owner and his leashed pet through the brothel, all the way to a private room. Stepping inside, Cersei isn't quite sure what she's witnessing… it takes her mind a moment to properly process this debauchery, despite all that Podrick has done to her so far.
After all, she's been raised all her life to believe love between woman and woman is unnatural. Of course, she was raised to believe incest was unnatural as well, but that didn't stop her. Still, Jaime had managed to give her three beautiful children, so she'd never regretted her sins… but watching this female client, because what else could she be, being serviced by three whores… it was strange, to say the least. But not entirely disgusting.
For Podrick, the scene has a bit more meaning. After all, the trio of whores currently eating out and sucking on the tits of a noblewoman who's face is currently hidden beneath the pillows, her head tossed back in ecstasy… are the same three whores that Tyrion hired to pleasure him all those moons ago. The same three whores that Podrick had properly broken in with his bitch breaker of a cock, learning just what he could do with it, while teaching the girls exactly how to pleasure him properly.
Marei, Genna, and Kayla were their names, and without a doubt, they were his, even more than Shae and Cersei could be said to be his. After all, when Podrick had laid with the three of them, he'd had no anger or hatred in his heart for any of them. He'd approached them with a loving sort of domination, all affection and boyhood inexperience, combined with a massive dick that just wouldn't quit, and an enthusiasm that just couldn't be matched.
He'd still fucked them all silly, of course, and that in turn had left them all devoted to him and his cock. Needless to say, out of everyone in the brothel, these three had been happiest to see him take over. When the two on the client's tits notice his arrival, they both pull back to sit up and smile at him, prompting the one betwixt the client's legs to pull away as well and see what's grabbed her fellow whores' attention. Seeing Podrick prompts a big smile on HER face as well.
This, of course, brings the client up from where she's hiding her face beneath the pillows. As Margaery Tyrell raises her head, Cersei Lannister's eyes widen in shock and disbelief beneath her veil. For a moment, the younger would-be Queen stares blankly at the intruders… and then, taking them all in, she smiles wickedly, her eyes flicking from Shae, to Podrick… and finally to Cersei Lannister.
Her wicked smile transforms into a mortified face a moment later, and in that moment, that singular heart-stopping moment, Cersei knows she's been made.
"Is that… is that the Queen Mother?"
All three of the whores with her on the bed immediately zero-in on Cersei's veiled form, while Podrick just snorts derisively. Cersei trembles in horror and disbelief that she's been made so easily by her chief rival. She hates Margaery Tyrell with every fiber of her being, seeing the younger woman as the manifestation of that prophecy she'd been told by the hedge witch, all those years ago. Margaery was the younger Queen, come to supplant her… and Cersei had never been good about conceding ANYTHING gracefully.
Now though, now Margaery knew… and that mortified look had obviously been fake, because it's already gone, replaced once more by a wicked grin as the Tyrell girl lays out on the bed quite lavishly, showing off her own pristine, nubile body even as she shrugs her shoulders and chuckles throatily.
"Mm, but then I already knew that, didn't I? I've seen plenty of the Queen Mother's body at this point… after all, you love to expose her whenever you feel like it, don't you Podrick Payne?"
The only man in the room stands there, watching the exchange without saying a word, even when he's been addressed. Seeing this, Margaery dismisses him, turning her gaze to Cersei instead, her wicked smile only growing further and further.
"It makes sense that you would be here, in this place. You're something of a whore yourself, aren't you Lannister? Ser Payne has brought it out of you, has exposed your darkest desires. You're nothing but a bitch for his cock now. And to think, I once admired you, for all that I despised you. Now… now I feel nothing but pity."
Cersei trembles, and she can't exactly say whether it's horror, fear, or rage that she trembles with. Perhaps all three… yes, perhaps all three. Seeing her words hit true, Margaery just laughs again, before turning her attention back to Podrick Payne, her lips turning towards a kinder smile, her eyes filled with a seductive tilt to them.
"I must congratulate you, Ser Payne, on bringing the Queen Mother down a few pegs. Having watched as you've brought her low time and time again, having seen the way you so easily dominate her… I wouldn't have believed it for a second, if I hadn't witnessed everything with my own two eyes. Mm, but given what Marei, Genna, and Kayla here have also told me about their night with you… well, it all makes perfect sense, in the end."
Podrick finally speaks, his voice quiet and his tone… light. Cersei finds herself staring at the young man and trembling for an entirely different reason now as she wonders what he's about to do next. When Podrick acts like this… he's completely unpredictable. The bound and veiled Queen Mother finds herself wondering if Margaery Tyrell knows exactly what she's gotten herself into.
"I'm not a ser, Lady Tyrell."
Margaery's eyes flash at that, though she doesn't correct him. Technically, she's not Queen yet… she never did manage to consummate the relationship with Cersei's eldest son. It's why the Tyrells are in such a hurry to get Margaery and Tommen married to one another, to finally cement Margaery's position as Queen.
"No, you are not. Not yet… but just as I will soon be Queen, you could soon be a knight, Podrick Payne. Or… even a Lord. I propose an alliance between the two of us, young squire. Use the power you have over the Queen Mother to assist me in ensuring that my family's position in this city is secure, and I will see you rise above your current station as a glorified bodyguard to an aging Queen-Harlot."
Cersei bristles at Margaery's words, of course. But she also finds herself afraid that Podrick will agree to the offer. And if he does, what can Cersei do but obey? In the face of the combined efforts of Podrick Payne and Margaery Tyrell, Cersei Lannister will be unmade. More than that, she will be forced to watch as her family is unmade, forced to help in tying Margaery all the closer to her second son, forced to dethrone herself in favor of the younger Queen.
It's everything she doesn't want to happen, but what else will Podrick do? It's the smart choice, the correct choice, the obvious choice. Margaery Tyrell and her family have all the power, hold all the cards. Cersei is worthless, and the Lannisters are diminished by comparison. All they have left to them is her father, Tywin, and even he… even he is not expecting the threat to come from within his own house, or at least not from his own daughter…
Podrick glances over at Shae, and Shae snaps her fingers. Before either Cersei or Margaery can properly process what's going on, the three whores on the bed with the Tyrell girl are suddenly holding her down, restraining Margaery, rather than pleasuring her. Just like that, the atmosphere of the room abruptly changes, things turning dark, the shadows on the walls seeming to grow almost impossibly long. Cersei's breath hitches, her eyes widening as she takes in the scene, wondering if what's about to happen is really about to happen.
Letting go of her leash and leaving her where she stands, Podrick begins to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, extracting his massive bitch-breaking cock from its confines as he goes. Seeing this, understanding what he's planning to do to her (probably better than most, given the front seat she's had to what he's done to Cersei for weeks now) Margaery's eyes widen in horror.
"Y-You… you can't! Unhand me! Unhand me at once! I am… I am Lady Tyrell of House Tyrell, I am n-not some whore for you to slake your lusts on!"
Podrick's face is expressionless, not a hint of anger or fury on his features. And yet, the rest of him practically exudes menace as his cock grows thicker and harder in his hand, as he gets closer and closer to the bed, before climbing up on it altogether and making his way over to Margaery and the trio of whores holding her down bit by bit.
"N-No! You… you don't have to do this, Podrick. I… we can s-still make an alliance! If you don't want what I've offered, j-just say so. Ask of me a-anything, and I shall give it to you! I will be Queen! I can give you everything, just don't do this!"
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