Back to King's Landing Pt. 1

No matter how you looked at it, the facts were what they were. It was well past time for Podrick Payne to depart from Dorne. He'd done all he set out to with his arrival in the Seventh Kingdom, save for one thing… succeed in convincing Prince Doran to allow him to take Princess Myrcella home. Now, maybe if he were still the Podrick Payne of yesteryear, the Podrick before everything had happened in regard to the Purple Wedding, he might have been content simply taking up a place at Myrcella's side as her sworn bodyguard.

But that Podrick Payne was long dead and buried. He was gone, and the Podrick of the day had responsibilities to attend to back in King's Landing. It simply wouldn't do for him to dally in Sunspear any longer. But of course, given Princess Arianne's foolish defiance, everyone was on guard. Which meant Podrick was having to resort to… drastic measures in order to get Prince Doran to allow him to leave with the bargaining chip that King's Landing had sent to ensure Dorne's cooperation.

"Thank you, Prince Doran, for agreeing to this meeting."

The wheelchair bound Prince of Dorne inclines his head at that, steepling his hands together in front of him as the two of them sit across from one another, a table between them.

"You have been patient enough, Master Payne. And Ellaria speaks highly of you."

That had been Podrick's trump card. After all, within days of arriving here in Dorne, not only had he tamed the Sand Snakes to Doran's satisfaction, but he'd also shown that Ellaria Sand herself, former paramour to the Prince's brother, could be reasoned with. It was thanks to Podrick that Ellaria wasn't baying for blood after all, and thanks to Podrick that she and Doran still had an amicable, close relationship.

As such, it was only right that Ellaria get him this audience with the Dornish Prince. Now that he was here, it was up to Podrick to capitalize on the opportunity.

"I'm pleased to hear it. Ellaria and I are quite close, there's no doubt about that. Still… down to business. I have need of Myrcella Baratheon back in King's Landing. I was sent here to retrieve her, as you well know… but of course, I wouldn't dream of removing her from your custody without your permission."

'Unlike your own daughter who tried to overthrow you' goes unsaid, but Podrick can still see that Doran heard the underlying context as the Dornish Prince leans back in his chair, looking surprisingly world-weary all of the sudden.

"… The Princess is supposed to be betrothed to my son, Master Payne. Am I to understand that the House Baratheon is breaking off this engagement?"

Podrick smiles politely and shakes his head.

"Unfortunately, Prince Doran… Myrcella is no longer fit to be your heir's wife. Allow me to show you."

He snaps his fingers at that, and the side door opens, admitting three women to the chamber, though Prince Doran only has eyes for one, despite another of the two being his own daughter. Myrcella Baratheon, Arianne Martell, and Ellaria Sand all step into the chamber in differing states of dress and limits on their physical freedom.

Princess Myrcella wears a whore's clothes instead of royal dress, the skimpy and altogether sheer silks she's wearing do little to cover her nubile, pale young form as she moves forward unimpeded, her big blue eyes focused solely on Prince Doran. She moves with a dancer's grace, a simple sultry and seductive walk that draws his gaze to her hips, to her tits, to all of the more scandalous parts of her body.

As she walks, Prince Doran breathes out but a single word.

"… Princess…"

While there is a note of surprise and disappointment in his voice, there's also something else. Lust, curiosity, interest. Podrick smiles, pleased to see his gambit working out so far. Myrcella makes her way over to the Prince of Dorne and carefully pushes him back from the table, manipulating his wheelchair to scoot him back a couple of feet before carefully descending to her knees. As she does so, she offers him a sultry smile that Podrick can't see but knows is there… after all, he'd trained her for this moment.

"My Prince… allow me to show you what my Master has been teaching me."

Doran shoots him a quick look, but then Myrcella is working open the chairbound man's pants and pulling out his cock, only to slip it right into his mouth. The Prince of Dorne lets out a groan as Podrick's newest whore goes to work sucking his dick. Podrick can imagine how good it feels… after all, Myrcella had been trained on a much larger cock these past few weeks. In comparison to handling Podrick's bitch breaker of a member, dealing with Prince Doran's pecker is probably easy.

Meanwhile, as Myrcella blows the Dornish Prince, Ellaria leads his daughter over to Podrick. Collared, bound, and gagged, Arianne Martell whimpers and moans through said gag, making eyes at her father, begging for his assistance. But the Prince ignores his daughter completely, much to Podrick's amusement. While Doran had no idea that Podrick was involved, the Dornish Prince HAD completely signed off on Ellaria 'rehabilitating' his daughter in the same way she had the Sand Snakes.

Now, obviously the Prince of Dorne likely wouldn't have allowed ANY of this to happen if he'd known from the offset what Ellaria or Podrick's intentions were. In giving room and board to the Lannister's emissary, he'd let the Master of King's Landings finest whorehouses turn his brother's daughters into whores, along with his own daughter and the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms.

But the damage was already done, and Prince Doran was nothing if not a pragmatic man. More than that… he was a man. That right there, Podrick had come to discover, was just as debilitating a state of being as it was to be a woman. Women in power were always a problem, Podrick had long since come to understand and decide. But were men much better?

In most cases no, the young Master had ultimately come to realize. Men were so very easily led by their cocks. Women, especially whores, excelled at making men into their toys, their tools. Podrick's opinion of women having any influence over politics was that they shouldn't, but at the same time, the men in charge almost invariably always failed as well.

What was he to do but use that to his advantage? Prince Doran may not have approved, but he could not argue with the results. And now he had to allow it to continue, simply because he'd unthinkingly given his approval without getting all of the details. He'd push his trust in Ellaria and very clearly had that betrayed, but if he called her out on it and censured it now, it would damage his own position.

This is why, or so Podrick assumes, the Prince doesn't pay his own daughter any mind as she's forced to her knees before Pod himself by Ellaria. The former paramour to Prince Oberyn has a wicked smile on her face as she extracts Podrick's cock from its confines with deft fingers, and then removes Arianne's gag. The Dornish Princess barely gets out half a word before Ellaria is feeding his cock into her mouth.

"Fath-MMPH!"

Prince Doran does look up at that, his gaze fixating on the back of his daughter's head as she chokes on Podrick's impressively large member while Ellaria simply moves the table out of the way. Podrick smiles, placing one hand atop the Dornish Princess' head and lacing his fingers through her hair as he slides her down his cock again and again, gagging her all the while.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

"As you can see, Prince Doran… I have been hard at work since arriving in Dorne. And that work has borne quite impressive fruit."

As if to punctuate Podrick's statement, a groan leaves the Dornish Prince's mouth and he glances down at the blonde tart sucking so expertly at his cock, grimacing a little, probably at his own enjoyment of what's happening. A Prince does not squirm… but Prince Doran squirms a bit then and there as his own hand finally comes down atop Myrcella's golden curls, something like satisfaction flashing across his face.

"… Quite the interesting undertaking, Master Payne. I do wonder what her mother will say though…"

His words come in a murmur, but the challenge inherent in Prince Doran's voice is apparent, nonetheless. Podrick chuckles at that, shifting a bit in his own seat to get more comfortable. As one hand continues to force Arianne Martell down his cock, allowing Podrick to face fuck Doran's defiant daughter to his heart's content, the other gestures to Ellaria.

From betwixt her cleavage, Ellaria Sand pulls a familiar letter out of the top of her dress, stepping over lightly to hand it to Doran. When Myrcella sees it, Podrick can see the way his newest whore's back goes ramrod straight at the sight of the letter her mother wrote to her. That the Dornish Prince is now going to read it clearly doesn't sit well with the golden-haired girl, even for all the training Pod has given her. Still, she's a good girl for her 'daddy', and rather than throw a fit or raise a fuss, Myrcella seems to decide to throw herself into her work and do her best to ignore it.

Redoubling her pace as she sucks Doran's cock down her silky throat, Myrcella gulps and gags on his member. Meanwhile, the Prince of Dorne presses his lips into a thin line as he opens the letter and reads what the Queen Mother Cersei Lannister wrote to her daughter. Podrick knows that Cersei never expected for another living soul to read that letter besides Myrcella and of course himself, and in truth he never intended to let anyone either.

But needs must, and as Doran reads, his eyes widening in surprise, Podrick sees the flash of pure vengeful satisfaction flash across the man's face. This is a man who has been plagued with loss. This is a man who's family's story is one of tragedy. All of that tragedy can be laid to rest at the feet of the Lannisters. His precious sister and her children, butchered by Lannister men. His brother now killed in his quest of vengeance by that same Lannister man.

Prince Doran is smart and cunning and tactical, and he's a man who will rely on strategy rather than emotions and reckless thinking to carry the day. But that doesn't make him an emotionless or unfeeling man. Deep down inside, his anger and hatred towards the Lannisters runs no less hot then his dearly departed brother's did.

Eventually, Doran hands the letter back to Ellaria. His hand in Myrcella's golden locks curls tighter, and he forces the blonde whore further down his cock. Podrick's newest toy has no issues whatsoever handling, at least until Doran begins to cum, bursting his load into the cute little blonde's mouth. Podrick watches with a near silent sigh as Myrcella struggles, the Dornish Prince's seed flowing out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth as she chokes and gags on it. They'll have to work on the swallowing a bit more, it seems.

"It would seem you are correct, Master Payne."

Even as his own daughter continues to choke and gag on Podrick's cock right in front of him, Doran speaks with a placid tone as Myrcella sets to work cleaning him and herself off with her tongue.

"Myrcella Baratheon is no longer viable as a wife to my heir."

The concession stabs at the hearts of both women currently on their knees before the two men, for different reasons. For Myrcella, it's the final blow to her psyche, to her ego. She is no longer truly a Princess, not even worthy of being married to Prince Trystane Martell, it would seem. She's simply Podrick's whore, now and forever.

For Arianne Martell, it's the confirmation that she's being disinherited. As her father's eldest child, she is supposed to be heir for all intents and purposes. But Doran's statement, short and sweet as it was, tells Arianne all she needs to know about her current status. She is no longer her father's heir. Trystane is now. For Arianne, it's the final blow necessary to break her down in order to begin building her back up into yet another one of Podrick's proper, eager, and most importantly, obedient whores.

"You may take Myrcella with you, along with the Sand Snakes, Master Payne. Nymeria will be taking over my brother's seat on the Small Council. Can I trust that she will have Dorne's best interests at heart?"

The question is, once again, a multi-layered one. It also speaks to the heart of who Prince Doran is as a person. No matter his personal feelings about something, the Prince of Dorne will always make the best decision he can FOR Dorne. Not his family, not his children, and not his brother's children. But Dorne in particular, that's what he cares most about.

Smiling politely as he glances down at Arianne's cock-stuffed face, Podrick inclines his head in her father's direction, even as the disgraced Princess continues to choke on his dick.

"You can, my Prince. I would like to think my actions make it obvious that I am more of a friend to Dorne then anyone north of the Dornish Marches has been in QUITE some time."

After all, Podrick had given Doran what no one else could. True and proper revenge on one Tywin Lannister. Perhaps it wasn't necessarily in the form Doran might have wanted, but it was poetic and sweet in it's own way. Cersei Lannister and her daughter, both turned into whores. Tywin's legacy irrevocably tainted by one of his own people going behind his back and putting his tyrant of a daughter in her place when no one else, not even Robert, could.

"… Perhaps. Then I shall leave you to it, Master Payne."

With those words, Podrick looks down at Arianne and smiles, even as her teary eyes stare up at him, accusatory and broken.

"You'd best be on your best behavior for your new handler once I'm gone, Princess. Else I suspect your punishment will be… most painful."

Whatever protest she might have given is lost as he picks up the pace of the face fucking and then a moment later, begins to cum.

"GAGKH! GAGKH! G-GUUURGGHKK!!!"

His seed explodes out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth much like Doran's did with Myrcella's, but it goes a step further then that as Pod pulls back and proceeds to paint Arianne's face completely white with the rest of his seed. As he finally pulls out, Ellaria's hand appears, reaching out and grabbing the Princess' dark, silky locks. While Arianne is gasping and shuddering for breath, still choking on his cum, Ellaria uses the disgraced young woman's hair to stroke his cock clean.

At the same time, her lips caress Podrick's ear, the bastard prostitute whispering to him sweetly.

"Not to worry, Master. I'll keep a good eye on your property while you're away."

With that, Ellaria tugs on Arianne's leash, dragging the disgraced Princess away, leading her off to be cleaned up. As she does so, she talks cheerfully down at the crawling young Dornish woman.

"Take advantage of the rest now, darling. You're already booked for the next month at the pillowhouse. Seems someone is VERY popular among the rich and powerful here in Dorne~"

As Arianne whimpers while being tugged out of the room, Podrick stands, tucking his cock away. In the absence of words between them, with negotiations ended, Prince Doran had NOT watched Podrick defile and deface his daughter all that time. Instead, the Dornish Prince has pulled Myrcella up into his lap and began fucking her.

Just as Podrick is beginning to leave, the Prince of Dorne pulls out of Myrcella's cunt, causing her moaning to taper off into confused whimpering, as he had not cum yet. Instead, he lifts her up and presses the head of his lubricated member against her poor little dainty asshole. The blonde whore can only squeal in pain, which soon turns into screams of agony as Doran begins to take her tight ass.

Such noises are quickly muffled as Podrick closes the door behind him with a smile, but they still follow him for a couple hundred feet before he can no longer hear them. All according to plan…

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