A Discovery Pt. 3

Margaery Tyrell was no one's fool… but it certainly felt like they thought she was, sometimes. Upon actually speaking with that heavily accented servant earlier in the day, Margaery had immediately caught on to the truth of the matter. Namely, the servant was Cersei's woman through and through, and the Queen Mother had OBVIOUSLY sent her to keep tabs on Margaery, and to deflect her from Cersei herself.

In the end, this confirmed what Margaery had suspected. Whatever was going on with Cersei Lannister went beyond just her melancholy over the departure of her twin. She wasn't just depressed about Ser Jaime leaving King's Landing, she was clearly planning something! She might have been acting withdrawn lately, but obviously she'd somehow found out that Margaery was coming to confront her in the garden, and she'd left on purpose before Margaery could arrive, sending that servant to waylay her!

Well, Margaery was sick and tired of this. Yes, she was a schemer. Yes, she'd been taught to play the Game and she'd been taught to play it well, by her grandmother, the Queen of Thorns. It certainly said something about Olenna Tyrell that she'd never actually been Queen, and yet no one thought twice about titling her one anyways.

Regardless, something that her grandmother had actually taught her was this… sometimes, you had to be blunt. Especially when you were the one in charge. Playing the Game and finessing your way through the politics without having any mud land on you was all well and good but being able to use your authority and power in order to get what you wanted was important as well.

All Margaery wants at the moment is a face to face meeting with Cersei, so that she can finally get a fresh, proper read on the other woman. She doesn't actually expect Cersei to tell her anything, but she fully expects to be able to learn plenty just from a short talk with the Queen Mother. Of course, Queens do not skulk. Neither do ladies, but Queens certainly do not skulk, nor do they sneak.

As such, Margaery Tyrell, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, walks quite proudly and haughtily down the hall towards the Queen Mother's quarters. She certainly expects to run into guards along the way, and she expects to have to browbeat them into submission as she goes. She's fully ready to do so. What she's not ready for is the complete ABSENCE of guards in front of the Queen Mother's rooms.

She's heard about Cersei sending her guards away at odd times these last few weeks, but even still, Margaery can't help but be surprised to find the rumors to be true. It seems almost nonsensical that a woman as selfish and egotistical as Cersei Lannister would forego a door guard, even if the War was technically over. It just didn't make sense.

Margaery wasn't going to let that stop her though. She tries the door, and finding it unlocked, she pushes it open and walks right in. The instant that she does, the instant that she steps into the Queen Mother's sitting room, Margaery begins to hear… a particular set of noises coming from the Queen Mother's bedchamber. Looking in that direction, she finds the chamber doors ajar, the noises filtering through the crack, several inches wide.

Eyes now wide, Margaery carefully closes the door to Cersei's quarters behind her, and then, despite her previous statements to the contrary… she sneaks over to the ajar doors to peek inside. The scene she finds, understandably, shocks the young Queen into silence. A hand comes up to cover her mouth, but there's really no need, because no noise emits from Margaery's lips, not even a gasp, that's how utterly surprised she is.

Now, to put it simply… Margaery Tyrell was not a virgin. Her father liked to present her as his pure, innocent flower, but Margaery was anything but. That was a decision her grandmother had made for her, as it so happened. Accidents could occur after all, and hymens could be broken through means other than sex. It was perfectly possible for Margaery to not have an intact hymen, but still be 'pure' in the eyes of the Seven and her eventual husband.

In the interest of making sure that Margaery was best prepared to lead said husband in the direction that was best for the Realm, Olenna had arranged for Margaery to learn all matters of intimacy. Put simply, she knew how to please a man, and even more importantly, she knew how to teach a man to please HER.

Of course, she'd not expected to get a chance to use any of that when she was to marry Renly, and she certainly hadn't expected to be able to use the latter half when she was to marry Joffrey. Only now, with her impending nuptials to Tommen, did Margaery think she would best be able to put all that she'd been taught to good use and teach the boy just how to act in the bedroom. Honestly, she was looking forward to it.

But none of that, or at least almost none of that had to do with what Margaery was witnessing right now. Clearly, her mind was trying to distract her from the scene she was witnessing by going off on these silly tangents. Regardless, she wasn't a virgin… but that didn't mean the young Queen had ever in all her days witnessed a seen of debauchery and depravity the like of which the Queen Mother was currently engaged in… with one Podrick Payne.

Margaery can only watch in silence, eyes as wide as saucers, as Lord Tyrion's squire uses the Imp's sister's throat as a cocksleeve. Cersei Lannister, the Golden Lioness and Queen Mother, is currently flipped upside down in a rather macabre appearance. Her arms are tied behind her back, and her legs are restrained by rope that hangs from the canopy of her massive, four-poster, royal bed.

With her legs spread wide by this and her arms restrained in such a way, Cersei is in no position to stop Podrick as he callously lifts and drops her onto his cock again and again, forcing his massive member into her throat over and over.

"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"

The Queen Mother is choking and gurgling and gagging on Podrick's dick in quite the harsh manner, her body spasming and shaking, her tits jiggling and trembling as she struggles for air each and every time, he drops her down on his dick. From the look of things, she's not having a good time… and yet, Margaery can also see her fluids staining her cunt and thighs from the way that her legs are currently spread apart, even though Podrick isn't paying her pussy even the slightest attention.

Meaning that the Queen Mother IS enjoying this? It certainly looks like a horrendous display of abuse, like Podrick Payne has attacked Cersei and is raping her… but then, how long has this been going on, precisely? Because there's one other person in the room besides those two… and Margaery recognizes HER quite well.

The servant from before, the one who had introduced herself as Shae when they talked… she's taken up a position below Podrick, kneeling between his legs and tonguing his balls and taint like… like some sort of filthy whore, rather than a Queen's maid. Margaery had thought the female servant to be Cersei's woman through and through, designed to distract her and waylay her… but then, if Cersei was being raped by the Imp's squire, why the fuck would her servant be pleasuring him with her tongue at the same exact time?

And she looked so happy doing it as well. Margaery couldn't read minds, of course, but she could read faces. If she COULD read minds, she would have found that Shae's thoughts corresponded mostly with what she thought she was reading on the foreign woman's facial expression. Namely, that Shae has decided she's happy being a whore, and that she'd allow other women, stupid and inane, to worry about things like love and rising above their station. Shae has decided that she's happy to settle here, at her Master's feet where it's safe and her only worries are how to please him and extract more of his delicious cum from his cock.

Margaery doesn't quite get all of THAT from Shae's facial expression, but she certainly gets enough. Just as she gets enough when Podrick pile drives Cersei Lannister down his cock one last time and then groans loudly, unleashing his load right up into her throat. Cum positively JETS out of her nose and mouth, and the Queen Mother, looking humiliated and disgraced in every sense of the two words, finally passes out from the lack of air, it seems.

The young Queen spying on the proceedings bites her lower lip at this, but truth be told, even if Cersei did die here, it would only be good for her, at the end of the day. She's certainly not going to interrupt when someone is dealing with her enemy for her. However, Podrick doesn't end Cersei's life or anything like that. Instead, he pulls out of her throat and lets his seed slop out of her open mouth, even as she hacks and coughs up his cum, clearing up her blocked air passage.

"What a worthless excuse for a whore. Shae, from now on I want you to train bitch-tits here to be a better cum-dump, cock-hungry slut, alright? She has the enthusiasm, I suppose, but none of your skill."

Pulling back from her ball-licking, Shae looks up at Podrick as he steps away from her and Cersei both, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Yes Master. As you say, Master."

With that, Margaery has heard enough, and not knowing whether Podrick will leave the Queen Mother's bedchambers or not now that he's finished with Cersei for the time being, the young Tyrell Queen departs with all haste, slipping away and making sure to close the door to Cersei's quarters behind her as she goes. Just that short exchange between Podrick and Shae had been enough to tell Margaery all she needed to know.

This wasn't a one-time thing, where Podrick had suddenly decided to rape the Queen Mother. Cersei Lannister had been acting defeated and broken… because she WAS defeated and broken. This relationship between the Imp's squire and the Golden Lioness had been going on for some time now, and Cersei was allowing it to continue because… what, she liked it? Well, given how aroused she was, it certainly seemed she did.

Cersei Lannister was a bondage-loving, cock-hungry whore. That was what Margaery had just stumbled upon. No great scheme, not vile evil. The Queen Mother wasn't planning a thing, because she was too busy being choked out by the utterly humungous cock of her dwarf brother's well-hung squire. Margaery could use this. She could definitely use this. And not for a moment does she consider not using it to her advantage.

As she walks away, a slow smile spreads across the young Queen's face, and a plan begins to formulate in her head.

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