Training Two Princesses Pt. 3

Of course, as expected, he's not done even then. He keeps on fucking her, and this time with enough lubrication provided by his previous two loads, he begins to make serious headway into her virgin womb itself. Her cervix, untouched until today, had stood strong at first. Now, caked in his jizz and battered by his behemoth-sized member, it begins to give way.

It's during the third time that he's plowing her silly that he graduates to womb-fucking. Myrcella's eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth as she squeaks and shrieks in ecstasy and agony alike. Getting fucked by Podrick Payne is certainly an experience, one that Myrcella doubts she can ever forget.

Her mother's words ring through her head, staying with her as a result of her speaking them out loud. She can practically hear her mother's voice instead saying each and every one. Her mother the Queen… her mother the whore. And Podrick Payne was her Master. He had mastered Cersei Lannister, had broken her upon this big fat cock.

He was doing the same to Myrcella. She wasn't so foolish that she couldn't see that. The letter combined with the multiple creampies and numerous orgasms were doing their part in shattering her, bit by bit. Her psyche was fractured, her life falling apart before her eyes. Arianne would have made her a puppet Queen… Podrick Payne will make her his whore.

This is her life now, now and forever. There's no escaping that. As Podrick cums inside of her twat a FOURTH time soon after the third, Myrcella's eyes roll back in her head and she whites out from the pleasure, seeing stars and unable to keep conscious as she collapses forward atop Arianne, completely and utterly fucked silly.

It's an escape, the world of dreams. An escape from her new reality. She takes it happily, grasping onto that sensation of drowning with both hands in an effort to get away from the hard truths she was being forced to confront in the waking world.

-x-X-x-

Arianne Martell had fucked up. There was no denying that. The worst mistake she'd made was getting caught. How had her father known? Someone among her circle had obviously betrayed her, had likely been spying on her for her father from the start. Of course, she wouldn't be able to trust all of her friends. Of course, she should have expected Doran to be three steps ahead of her at all times.

Regardless, she'd been caught and her ploy to take her rightful place as ruler of Dorne had been strangled in the crib before it could even really get started. Arianne had known she was in for it… but truth be told, she had not expected her punishment would come at the hands of Podrick Payne and Myrcella Baratheon until they'd shown up in the Spear Tower. Then, it had only seemed… obvious, in hindsight.

She'd betrayed them both, so of course they would want revenge. But Pod… Pod was a pragmatic man. And he hadn't truly lost anything on account of her treachery, so he wasn't as angry with her as he could have been. Still, he COULD have lost things, so that didn't change that he was irritated with her. It had quickly become obvious however, that he was using her as little more than a tool with which to shatter and reshape Myrcella Baratheon. The blonde Princess had no idea that she was being played until it was far too late.

Trapped beneath the rutting couple, forced to watch the poor naïve Princess' eyes dull as she read her mother's letter aloud, her innocence forever tainted under Podrick's rough ministrations… the Dornish Princess could feel pity for Myrcella. Despite her Lannister lineage, despite the old second-hand hatred on her Aunt Elia's behalf and that of her dead cousins, Arianne feels pity for Princess Myrcella Baratheon.

She also feels fear though. She did not fully understand Podrick Payne's reach. If she had, perhaps she would have done things differently. The man was… she had underestimated him, to say the least. Hearing Cersei Lannister's words in Myrcella's voice as she read the letter out loud made it abundantly clear that Podrick was not Cersei's man… he was her Master. He'd taken the Queen Mother herself and made her into a whore.

Hindsight was a filthy, horrible thing. Arianne raged internally that she'd been so wrong. She'd thought she had Podrick Payne's measure. She'd thought him an exceptional man, but still a man, nonetheless. But he was no man. He was no Ser Arys, to be seduced into her bed. He was a monster… and she'd crossed him.

Still, the vast majority of what Arianne Martell is feeling is pity for Myrcella as he fucks her through creampie after creampie, orgasm after orgasm. At least, pity for the blonde Princess is what the young Dornish Woman feels right up until his slimy cockhead begins to press up against her anal passage down below.

Eyes widening, Arianne screams through her gag as Podrick forces his way into her unprepared hole with his massive bitch-breaker of a cock, said cock only lubricated by Myrcella's cum-filled cunt. It's only as she's getting anally violated that Arianne realized Myrcella has passed out on top of her. The blonde is unconscious at the moment, and Podrick shifts her head aside so that they can look at each other, so that she can look up into his eyes as he invades her bowels and takes up residence there with far too much of his gargantuan cock.

"Don't think I forgot about you, Princess of Dorne. For all the troubles that you've caused me, for all the troubles you intended to cause me… only one punishment seems fitting."

His cock continues to drive deep into the depths of her anus, causing Arianne to buck and writhe in her bondage, squealing and moaning through the other Princess' torn panties in equal measure. She'd actually somewhat enjoyed sucking Myrcella's juices out of her dripping wet smallclothes before, but now the gag actually has a purpose, properly silencing her screams as she's butt-fucked by the most well-endowed man in all of the Seven Kingdoms, if not the entire world.

"A whore body like yours will fetch a great price from all of the lords and knights of Westeros."

He says it so nonchalantly, as if he isn't talking about whoring out a Dornish Princess to men who might just recognize her on sight. But then, apparently he'd been whoring out the Queen Mother, if Cersei's letter is to be believed. And he certainly intended to whore out the Crown Princess. In comparison, Arianne was small potatoes, wasn't she?

Still, how dare he?! How DARE he?! She was still her father's daughter! Doran would never stand for this! Of course, Arianne can't talk right now, so she can't say any of that. All she can do is try and scream out her defiance around Myrcella's panties, glaring up at Podrick to show that she will not break, that he will not have his way with her.

Of course, then he thrusts forward again, revealing that all this time he'd only been fucking her poor ass with HALF of his truly prodigious prick. Arianne Martell's eyes go wide, and her face contorts in pain and pleasure both, all of her defiance washed away as Podrick bottoms out inside of her rather painfully and gives her a simple grin.

"Thanks to your idiocy, I'll have plenty of time to break you of that bitchiness before I have to present you to your future clients. Not to worry… you and I both know I'm VERY good at what I do."

Oh fuck. Fuck, he was right. Arianne whimpers, as he continues to fuck her ass, pounding her bowels into a shape most befitting his cock. Only occasionally does he pulls out and plunder back into Myrcella's cream-stuffed cunt for more lubricant, which ultimately wakes the blonde up and causes her to scream and moan for mercy in equal measure every single time.

But Arianne has no more time for the blonde Princess, no pity left to give. Instead, she fears for herself. Because she knows what Podrick Payne is capable of. She may not have witnessed it first hand, but she knows he broke Brienne of Tarth on the boat ride over. He knows that Ellaria Sand became thoroughly addicted to his cock, to the point that she cared little when Oberyn died.

And she witnessed first hand as he took the eldest three Sand Snakes and destroyed each and every one of them, breaking them down mentally and then rebuilding them as his perfect whores. Hell, Obara and Brienne had worked together to slaughter Ser Gerold in an instant, the Darkstar not having a chance against the two Warrior Women, despite their true purpose as his whores! And only weeks before, Obara had been shrieking and raging like all hell as she was forcibly folded up and fucked upon the double-sided dildo Brienne was wearing.

Give him time, and Podrick could break any woman. Arianne knew this to the depths of her soul. Which made her all the stupider for trying to bamboozle him. Once again, hindsight is a bitch… but ultimately, she should have known before she tried that this was a bad idea. Her plan… her plan was inherently flawed from the start, because it relied on tricking not just her father, but Podrick Payne as well.

And even if you trick Podrick Payne, you then have to deal with the fallout of trying to pull one over on the vengeful man. As he plunders her bowels with his big fat cock, Arianne squeals and screams around her makeshift gag. She can do nothing else, bound as she is, trapped beneath both Podrick and Myrcella alike as she is.

All she can do is scream and take it, all the while dreading what's coming. She knows that nothing is off the table. She, better than most save for the women Podrick has already broken, knows exactly what's in store for herself. And she is afraid, rightfully so.

When he finally fucks her unconscious, Arianne welcomes the reprieve with open arms. Better the blissful state of unknowing, then what's to come.

-x-X-x-

As Arianne Martell's eyes roll back in her head and the Dornish woman finally passes out on his cock, Podrick lets out a sigh, having just finished depositing a load in her bowels. Pulling out of her gaping, well-fucked ass, the well-hung man stands up and for a moment, admires his handiwork. The two Princesses lay there, one bound and gagged and the other not, but both of them are stuffed with his cum and trembling from exertion.

After the moment passes, he reaches down and grabs Myrcella by her blonde curls, yanking her up off of Arianne's sweat-covered body and placing her on her knees before him. He slaps his messy cock down onto her face, smearing the results of the day's couplings all over her pretty features.

"Clean it off, whore."

Myrcella's eyes tear up and her nose wrinkles in disgust. She jerks back from his messy cock and glares up at him.

"N-No! I won't, I-!"

SLAP!

His backhand strikes across her face, cutting her off as reward for her initial refusal. Pulling a little more tightly on her hair, Podrick lets out a sigh.

"Cleaning your client's member with your tongue is the least of a whore's work. The very least. But… I suppose I cannot blame you for your poor manners. Rather, the blame must fall upon Cersei, for being such a poor mother. Don't worry your pretty little head… I'll be sure to give the Queen Mother a proper punishment, when we return to King's Landing."

The emphasis he puts on the words 'proper punishment' has the intended effect on Myrcella. Amusingly enough, despite the letter she just read aloud, despite KNOWING her mother had effectively sold her out to him… she still loves the woman deeply. Just as Podrick expected. After all, the love of a daughter for her mother is a deeply irrational thing… but then, most women are deeply irrational creatures.

"N-No! P-Please, don't punish her on my account…"

Podrick stays silent, giving her nothing either way, wanting to see what she would do to… make things right. What he gets is a little surprising, but also not at all undesirable. Though he does have to wonder where it comes from. Ultimately, he imagines what Myrcella does next comes from a deeply damaged psyche. And perhaps from growing up with a father and mother who clearly did not love each other.

"P-Please, daddy… I can be a good girl. I can be your g-good little girl."

Leaning forward of her own accord, Myrcella takes his cock into her mouth without every breaking eye contact. She begins to suck at the head of his gargantuan member, her tongue swirling around the tip for a moment before she breaks away.

"You don't have t-to punish mother i-if I'm good, right daddy? Just… j-just let me prove it…"

Down she goes once again, and this time Podrick has no intentions of letting her come back off. His hand comes down heavy on the back of Myrcella's head, and though he barely pushes, he doesn't let her come back up. Noting this, Myrcella begins to suck and suck as she descends down his cock, forcing herself to take him into her throat so she can clean further and further down his shaft with her inexperienced writhing tongue.

"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"

As she chokes on his dick, gurgling and gagging and swallowing down the aftertaste of her pussy and Arianne's ass and multiple ejaculations and orgasms, Podrick smiles at her, well-pleased.

"There, there. That's a good girl. You're right… I won't have to punish your mother if you can prove yourself to be daddy's obedient little whore."

One might expect that to cause Myrcella to balk, but his words only spurn her on harder as she tries to take more and more of him. She's trying to get to the base of his cock, something she's never going to manage… but the effort she's putting in is admirable all the same.

Chuckling, he guides her up and down his cock, already thinking of the gold she would likely bring in with her daughter play. As he thoroughly enjoys Cersei Lannister's daughter, Podrick makes a mental note to charge double for the mother-daughter play that would no doubt follow soon after.

His time in Dorne would not last forever… he just had to be patient.

-x-X-x-

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