Shae the Whore Pt. 2

He ignores her pleas of mercy and presses her traitorous face harder into the ground, even as he pulls the hand at her clit away for a moment to work open the drawstring of his pants. It takes a bit, reaching up under his doublet to do it, but in the end, the squire releases his massive, thick, meaty rod from the confines of his pants, allowing the half-hard cock to smack down onto her silk covered ass with a meaty thump.

Shae squeaks again at the feel of his length pressed against her, and for a moment Podrick wonders if he's going too far… but then he feels the way the silk slides across his cock in a most appealing way as Shae squirms under him, and he remembers that the silks this stupid fucking whore is dressed in are silks bought and paid for with his Lord's gold.

With a vicious snarl, Podrick pulls back a bit, lines up his cock, and shoves himself up into Shae's cunt, through the silks that she's currently wearing. He forces his way up inside of the whore with the thin silk as the only true barrier between them, pushing her dress up into her along with his length, forcing it into her tight, dry quim. Shae cries out in pain as he penetrates her most viciously, but the silk actually acts as an artificial bit of lubricant, making the passage easier… for him, anyways.

Now is not the time for chivalry. Now is not the time to be a knight. In this moment, Podrick is a man and Shae is a whore. So, he does what men do to whores. He fucks her. As Pod already knows, his cock is rather large by most standards. The whores that he'd fucked that night in which Tyrion paid for his virginity to be taken had confessed that they'd had bigger in their days, but none who knew quite how to use it like he did.

Podrick had found that rather amusing, all things considered. He'd been a virgin, after all, and at the time, all he'd cared about was not making a fool of himself. He'd wanted to leave a good impression on the first women to ever lay with him, even if they were just whores. It didn't matter to him, all that mattered was that everyone involved in the encounter leave happy and satiated.

Of course, that had resulted in all three women returning the gold that Lord Tyrion had paid them with. Apparently, they didn't feel like they'd done THEIR jobs in pleasing him, given just how satisfied he'd left all of them. In all fairness, Podrick remembered much of that night. He'd cum more than once from the whores' ministrations, but he'd never grown tired. That was apparently odd, according to the whores he'd been laid with.

Supposedly, he had the stamina of ten men. Podrick didn't know about that, really. He'd always been fairly enduring, he supposed. In the training yard, and on long marches, he never really ran out of strength in his legs and his arms, no matter how many foes he fought. It had never seemed like that big of a deal, though. It wasn't as if his stamina had helped him all that much when his former knight, Ser Lorimer, had stolen that ham and shared it with him.

It was only his name that saw him escaping the hanging that Lorimer had suffered, and as punishment, he'd been sent to King's Landing to squire for Lord Tyrion. But Podrick had quickly decided that it wasn't much of a punishment at all, in the end. Lord Tyrion wasn't like the rumors said. Well, he was partially like the rumors said, but he was also so much more than that.

Podrick Payne would die for Lord Tyrion, if it came down to it. So, in the end, why wouldn't he rape for Lord Tyrion as well? Unlike the whores that took his virginity that night, Podrick Payne does not concern himself with Shae's pleasure. He does not worry himself with making sure that the whore currently pinned to the floor beneath him is just as satisfied and satiated as him.

In fact, Podrick isn't all that concerned with HIS pleasure either. This isn't about pleasuring himself at Shae's expense… this is about teaching the whore a lesson about loyalty and the consequences for betrayal. So, without further ado, Podrick fucks her. He fucks her, and he fucks her hard. His cock pounds into her cunt, and even with the silk of her dress acting as a barrier, he continues forward, forcing more and more of the silks up into her passageway with him, until he's battering down the entrance of her womb itself, slamming into her cervix again and again, ramming into her from above with all his might.

In return, Shae is left unable to do much beyond moan and beg.

"B-By the Seven, please… s-so big! T-Too big! Please, Podrick! You're b-breaking me! Please Ser, please slow down!"

Perhaps she thinks falsely tilting him a knight will play to his ego and make Podrick show her mercy. On the contrary, it actually has the opposite effect. Hearing her call him 'ser' only makes Podrick angrier, and he snarls, seeing red as he grips Shae's hips all the more harshly through her silks, harsh enough that he KNOWS she's going to bruise in the morning. His cock continues to force its way into her cunt without respite, until finally, he breaks through her cervix, and finally fills her womb with both her own silks, and his pillar of meat.

The rest of his cock slides its way into Shae the Whore's stretched cunt, and his balls smack up against her clit and navel as Podrick continues to give it to her as hard and as fast as he can. He's like a man possessed, in a way. There are no words, not even recriminations, even though he has plenty to rain down on her. He's reduced to grunts and snarls and growls, fucking into this cold-hearted, treacherous bitch with all his might.

Until finally, he cums. Except, that's not the end. Podrick cums, and his seed soaks into Shae's silks and then through them, coating her inner walls and even her womb. However, Podrick doesn't stop there. One release? Please, he'd fucked each of the three whores Tyrion had bought for him thrice each, pumping his seed into each of their orifices and even onto their bodies when they asked it of him, before he was through. And even then, by the time it was all over, Podrick had been the only one in the room able to stand, only slightly winded from the activity.

So yes, one load in this treacherous bitch of a cunt isn't enough for Podrick to stop. Not when she's still able to speak, still able to beg him to let her go. Podrick keeps fucking. Using her cum-soaked silks as further lubricant, the young man continues to plow the whore into the floor of her chamber, ramming into her from above, all while holding her down by the back of her neck, which in turn causes her ass to lift into the air towards him.

Of course, with everything so much slicker now, while he's still going as hard and as fast as he can, and as a result tenderizing Shae's cunt with his rapid fire pounding quite assuredly, there is more pleasure in it, for the treacherous whore. Her moans and screams and begging turn just to moans, and said moans become much more wanton as she continues to claw ineffectually at the ground. The noises coming out of Shae's throat turn positively lurid and perverse, and for a time, Podrick wonders if it's all a trick, if she's just trying to make him think that she's feeling good, to make him stop.

That had been a technique he'd learned about from the whores as well, actually. Not on purpose, and certainly not because they'd had to pretend to enjoy their time with him. After he'd brought the first of them to orgasm that first time, another had looked at the blissed whore askance, and unthinkingly commented that the noises she'd made didn't seem faked.

By the end of the night, all three whores had learned that they didn't need to fake it with Podrick Payne like they faked it with everyone else. They'd come to discover that pleasure with Pod came much easier than it did with other men. But as he'd noted before, Podrick wasn't trying to be nice to Shae. One might even say he was acting like those other men, like a beast to this poor whore.

And yet, when her inner walls clench and squeeze around his rapidly thrusting cock, there's no doubt in Podrick's mind that she's climaxing. When her throaty moans turn into orgasmic cries, Podrick can tell, in the midst of fucking her with all his might, that Shae is experiencing orgasm after orgasm from the rough, brutal, and altogether savage fucking that he's giving her. As he continues to pound into the treacherous whore from above, Podrick watches on as Shae's struggling ceases and turns towards active participation instead.

It's because of this that he changes things up, after his next climax. After the second time in which Podrick unloads his seed into the silks that still stand between his cock and her actual cunt walls and womb, the young man begins to pull back, his massive length sliding out of Shae's quim one final time. Her silks, sticking to his member, follow suit, until eventually, he's pulled free of her insides, and then pulled free of the silks as well, the garment she's wearing clinging to him like it's the whore, rather than the bitch dressed in it.

Flipping Shae over onto her back. Podrick kneels between her legs as he sneers down at her. For a moment, her face is still glazed over, and he gets a snapshot of her absolutely fucked silly expression, her eyes crossed, her mouth formed into a pouty lipped o, and drool dripping down her chin from how much she was enjoying being FUCKED.

But then she comes back to herself and realizes that she's now on her back and his cock is no longer inside of her… but still hard, still throbbing and pulsating. Even amongst all of her pleasure and pain, Shae is still a whore and she knows that he's cum inside of her twice, much like any craftsman would know their craft. Her eyes are wide as she stares between his cock and his angry face for a moment, her legs already weak and splayed out on either side of him. It's unlikely that she would be able to even get up on her own power, even if he did let her go and left her here right now.

But that's not the plan. Far from it, Podrick isn't even close to done with making Shae pay for her intended betrayal of Lord Tyrion. As she tries to adopt a smile and brings up a hand to attempt to caress and seduce away his rage, Podrick backhands her again, HARD. Shae cries out, and while she's recovering from that, the squire stands back up, having grabbed her ankles. He pulls the whore's legs up with him, and folds her body over, until her hips and ass are up off of the ground as well, and her weight is ultimately settled onto her neck and shoulders.

One might have expected her dress to flow down her body and expose her lower half at this point, but they would be underestimating just how sticky Podrick has left her silks. The silk dress that Shae is wearing, bought and paid for with Lord Tyrion's gold, clings to the whore's body in many places, and when he folds her legs up and pushes her ankles back towards her head, it comes with her crotch and ass, sticking to her cunt and even riding up between her ass cheeks.

That's perfectly fine with Podrick. If he's being honest, he'd rather not have any direct, physical contact between his cock and this filthy fucking whore. While she hadn't given Lord Tyrion any diseases while she was with him, it wasn't her health that had Podrick leery of her. It was the black heart she'd been hiding from his Lord, all this time.

Of course, even with that said, Podrick was well aware of the dangers inherent with anal. When the whores Tyrion had hired to take his virginity had introduced him to the concept of the back door, he'd been understandably hesitant to fuck any of their asses. But they'd gone on to explain exactly what they did to prepare themselves for such an eventuality. It was a whore's job, at the end of the day, to be ready to please the client in any way that they could.

This meant that each of the whores he'd laid with that night had a pristine asshole, completely cleaned out in preparation for the evening, and even scented quite nicely as well. Podrick had enjoyed fucking their asses… and much to their surprise, the whores had enjoyed it too, even experiencing what they'd termed 'anal orgasms' from his instinctive, inherently talented technique.

Regardless, Shae might be a whore, but she's a whore without a client right now. Podrick doesn't expect her ass to be as thoroughly cleaned, though he knows that it's cleaner than most by simple virtue of her profession and habit-forming routines. Even still, when he thrusts into the traitorous whore's back door, it's THROUGH her silks yet again, rather than beneath them.

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