Margaery Tyrell Pt. 3

Suddenly, Cersei can't stand to be watching from as far back as Shae is. The Brothel Madam has already slid her dress apart and is groping one of her tits while fingering her cunt with her other hand. Cersei, unfortunately, cannot do this, with her arms trapped as she is. So instead, completely of her own volition, the bound and veiled Queen Mother stumbles over to the bed, wanting a close-up view of the Tyrell girl getting broken in like the little flower bitch she is.

She intends to gloat, intends to talk down to Margaery, to tell her that Podrick doesn't listen to the mewling of little girls, but before she can say a word, her veil is torn off and Podrick's hand is in her hair, his grip on her golden mane forcing her downwards, forcing her to bend over as she stumbles onto the bed as a result.

Her lips open wide almost instinctively, and a moment later his cock is in her mouth, and she's sucking on it, getting his massive member nice and lubed up for the Tyrell girl's tight flower.

"I-I could make you King! We could overthrow the Lannisters entirely! Tommen is likely a bastard anyways, we might as well have a man like you on the Iron Throne instead! We could rule together, we could-ah!"

SMACK!

In the midst of Margaery's words, which do ignite a certain fury in Cersei's belly as the younger woman throws her second son under the cart as she is, Podrick rears back and slaps Margaery across the face, silencing the Tyrell girl right then and there. The would-be Queen stares up at him, eyes wide, and it's obvious that Margaery Tyrell has never, ever been hit before… not by anyone. Tears well up in her eyes, even as Podrick grabs her by her jaw, squeezing his fingers into her cheeks.

"You talk too much, bitch."

Margaery whimpers, and after a beat of silence, save for the sounds of Cersei gagging and slurping and gurgling around his cock as she wets it, Podrick continues.

"Do you really think I'd trust a single thing you'd say, Tyrell? Do you think I'm an idiot? Who stood the most to gain from killing Joffrey and framing Tyrion, hm?"

Cersei would have stopped dead in her tracks at that, if it weren't for Podrick's hand forcibly guiding her up and down his shaft. Still, the Queen Mother is listening intently now, nonetheless.

"My Lord spoke to me quite a lot in the weeks leading up to the wedding. About what sort of monster our King was, and his fears for how you would fare as Joffrey's bride. He tried to send Joffrey some whores once, you know. He'd hoped it would straighten the boy out."

Tyrion had done WHAT?! How dare he, how da-

"Joffrey brutalized both women. He tortured them. He threatened their lives. He was a monster… and I bet Lady Sansa told you and your grandmother all about that, didn't she?"

… Cersei had always known that her firstborn had a temper. In the deepest, darkest recesses of her mind, she could admit it… that Joffrey was indeed a monster. But he was hers, he'd always been hers. He was her oldest child, and no part of him was Robert. That last bit made it so easy to overlook any of her son's faults. He wasn't Robert, so what did it matter that he was cruel, petty, and monstrous? He had not a trace of Baratheon Blood in him, so what did it matter that one day, he might be an even worse Monarch than the Mad King? She'd WON… so what did it matter?

Only now, as Podrick rants, as he forces Cersei to suck his cock while looming over a speechless, naked Margaery Tyrell, is the Queen Mother forced to acknowledge her own failings, as both queen and mother. Perhaps… perhaps this is all that she's good for. Sucking cock and being little more than a cum receptacle for a lowly squire and his big fat dick.

"Perhaps you weren't involved in it. Perhaps your grandmother acted without your knowledge. But I have no doubts… Olenna Tyrell and Petyr Baelish are the two who conspired to poison Joffrey. Not Tyrion and Sansa. My Lord and his wife were framed, so that Tyrion could take the fall and Baelish could kidnap Lady Sansa. In turn, your family got everything it wanted. Joffrey's death, Tommen's ascension, and my Lord in exile. And for that… I will NEVER work with the Tyrells."

He abruptly pulls his cock out of Cersei's mouth, still holding Margaery by the jaw in such a way that ensures she cannot speak. She continues to squirm and struggle beneath him, trying to escape, trying to get away, her eyes full of full-blown panic at this point, but the three whores and Podrick himself are more than enough to keep her pinned in place, trapped beneath the squire and his massive member.

Meanwhile, Cersei finds herself with her cheek pressed against Margaery's perfectly trimmed pussy mound, the lioness watching as Podrick draws his lubed-up meat pillar back until the head of his massive bitch breaker of a cock finally presses into the Tyrell girl's flower. The would-be Queen whimpers around Podrick's brutal hold on her jaw, trying desperately to shake her head back and forth, to escape, tears leaking from her eyes.

Podrick is not kind, he is not gentle. His passage into Margaery Tyrell is slow at first… but only because she's never taken a cock like his inside of her before. Podrick Payne's massive prick slowly forces its way into the young woman, carving a shape out of her insides that no other man would ever be able to fill, including her own son.

Margaery's pleading quickly becomes screaming as the cock fills her to the brim, slowly but surely ruining her right then and there. Cersei can't help but smile, even given her current position. As Podrick pulls back, only to thrust in again, this time just a bit more harshly, just a bit faster now that he's stretching Margaery out around his dick, Cersei wonders how she might use this to her advantage.

The would-be Queen was going to join her in being subjugated and raped daily by the lowly squire. How was this not a good thing, in the end? But any thoughts of political maneuvering and using all of this to her advantage soon flee the Queen Mother's mind as the musk of Podrick's dick, mixed with the Tyrell girl's own unwilling arousal fill her nostrils. The Lannister Queen soon finds herself flicking her tongue across the brunette's engorged clit, her drooling mouth soaking Margaery's trimmed pubes even as Podrick fucks the would-be Queen harder and faster by the second. Cersei engulfs the clit before her with her mouth, holding it between her teeth as her tongue lashes and twirls against it.

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As Podrick plows the Lady Tyrell against her will, raping her right there in the back room of the brothel, Margaery's large brown eyes are crossed as she screams herself hoarse from the abuse being done to her, hating it… but also loving it, and at the same time, hating how much she loves it. Podrick is fucking her with his massive cock, of course, and Cersei is toying with and teasing her clit, nipping at it and licking at it and provoking sensations in Margaery that she does not want to feel.

But if it were just the two of them, well then that wouldn't be nearly as much of a problem as what she's truly experiencing. No, it's not just Podrick Payne and Cersei Lannister that the young Tyrell girl has to contend with. It's also the three whores she'd been enjoying the attentions of just minutes before… and the Brothel Madame herself, as Shae has made her way over to the bed finally and has now locked Margaery's head between her thighs.

As Podrick fucks the trapped noblewoman harder and faster by the moment, the whores who had been so gentle and nice to her mere minutes before are now tugging and gnawing at her small breasts, her subduers enjoying having their way with her tits now that Podrick is holding her down as well. Shae, meanwhile, is perhaps the cruelest of all, not even hurting her that much… physically, anyways. Verbally, on the other hand…

"You have such soft, thick hair, Lady Tyrell. And with how unblemished and smooth your skin is, you would make a fine addition to the brothel. Perhaps, if Lord Payne is willing, there could be a Royal Special to celebrate the brothel's recent change in ownership… The Two Queens would sell quite well among our more affluent clientele…"

The accented foreign whore's words chill Margaery down to her very core, even as the abuse and fucking she's currently being forced to endure heat her up all over again. As she currently is, she can't even protest the Madame's words, but surely Cersei will say something, surely the Queen Mother will object to being whored out to anyone save for the man who's already dominated her?

But no, the blonde Lannister is too far gone to say anything about what Shae is suggesting, her curvy ass swaying high up in the air and her tongue and mouth lashing at Margaery's clit, even as her inner thighs rub together, the most she can do in her currently bound state.

All the while, Pod is pounding away, and with Cersei's added stimulations, it's all simply far too much for the Tyrell Rose. Margaery whimpers and then cries out in a truly ugly fashion as her pussy tightens and squeezes, as she cums around Podrick's cock for the first time, but certainly not the last time, a torrent of squirted pussy juices flowing down his length… and the entire climax managing to tip Podrick over the edge as well.

With a loud grunt, followed by a long groan, Podrick shoves every last inch of his cock into Margaery's tight, nubile body. His massive bitch breaker goes deeper then it ever should have, then her body was ever made to take. He breaks past her cervix and enters her womb directly, right as he begins to cum, filling her fertile womb with his seed. He pumps a thick, hot load of his white spunk right into her, filling her to the brim and then some.

Once he's done, Margaery just lays there, in a state of shock and horror, as well as insensate pleasure, twitching beneath him. Podrick slowly extracts his cock from its newest sheathe, and as he does so, Cersei manages to catch the cockhead in between eager lips, swallowing the residual spurts of cum and tonguing his dick tip quite eagerly, even as the young man looks down at her for the first time since they entered the room, staring into her lust-hazed emerald green eyes.

Pulling out of her mouth with a pop, Podrick rubs his freshly re-hardened cock against Margaery's soiled flower once again, much to her increased shock and dismay as she realizes he's already ready and raring to go again. This time, Podrick doesn't have to take his time. After all, he already carved a path, and filled it with sticky hot cum that will make the passage all the easier… on himself.

With another grunt, the squire thrusts forward quite brutally, slamming into Margaery's quim hard and fast. The Tyrell's earth-shattering screams are quickly muffled by Shae, who decides to promptly sit down on the poor noblewoman's face, covering the would-be Queen's mouth with the drooling quim of a foreign whore, and forcing Margaery to use her tongue to push Shae up just a bit, lest she suffocate.

The screams that Margaery is emitting cause Shae to moan happily, though after a moment of grinding her cunt down onto the Tyrell girl's face, she does speak up in that accented voice of hers once more.

"Save your strength, little one. This is merely the beginning. You're going to need a lot of training, if you're ever going to live up to the Master's standards~"

Meanwhile, Cersei remains in place, feeling the pistoning rod of Podrick Payne against her cheek, through Margaery's stretched mound, licking her lips hungrily of the cum and the pussy juices that are making a mess of Podrick and Margaery's joining. There's no helping it… she's immensely satisfied, right now. Even though she knows she probably shouldn't be, Cersei can't help but gaze with vindictive approval up at the young man who's already raped her and dominated her countless times.

Yes, he's still holding her leash in his hand (metaphorically, the leash she's wearing right now is currently laying limp as Podrick focuses most of his efforts on Margaery), but Cersei finds that the entire thing isn't so bad, not when the would-be Queen who was supposed to dethrone her and replace her is suffering a similar fate. Cersei has never been anything BUT vindictive, truth be told… and if the only victory she can get these days is to be a pyrrhic one… then the Queen Mother will gladly, even gleefully take it.

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