Brienne of Tarth was a woman adrift, both figuratively and literally. Not that this meant she was without purpose. She had her oath to consider still, after all. Brienne sighs as she breathes in the sea air aboard the deck of the ship that was currently taking them south, to Dorne. The journey, it seemed like, would drag on forever.

The rather tall woman regretted many of the decisions she'd made in her life, but recently, her oath to the late Catelyn Stark had begun to eat at her the moment. Brienne knew that her movements were being monitored. She knew that she was being watched. After all, her former allegiance to Renly Baratheon made her an enemy, even if the Tyrells had managed to segue their own treason into a new marriage to the crown. Despite Joffrey's death, Margaery was still set to marry Tommen… sometimes Brienne found herself marveling at the audacity that House Tyrell displayed through every single one of their actions.

Regardless, it was only by the favor of one Ser Jaime Lannister that Brienne's own head was not mounted on a spike along the walls of King's Landing like so many other knights and nobles these days. That didn't mean Brienne felt safe, of course… nor was she sure she'd be able to carry out her plans any time soon, with the proverbial noose around her neck.

That was why, when she'd overheard Queen Cersei's plan to send an envoy to retrieve young Princess Myrcella from Dorne, Brienne had immediately sent a raven to the Kingslayer, asking Jaime to get her attached to the Queen's Mission south. Her thinking was simply. If she could just prove her loyalty to the Crown with the success of this mission, then maybe it would allow her to slip her leash and see her oath of keeping Sansa safe to completion.

With another sigh, Brienne turns back around and walks back down below decks, to the ship's main cabin. She's quickly reminded of why she'd left to clear her head in the first place as the heady scent of sex and sweat hits her like a horse-dragon wagon. The smell of debauchery fills the air, encompassing the cabin like a fog, and in the middle of the room, laid out upon a bed of soft pillows, is the source.

The Dornish woman, Ellaria Sand, writhes and wiggles back and forth as she rides the Imp's former squire most sensually. Her naked caramel ass jiggles with every bounce upon Podrick's big fat cock. At the same time, a golden chain hanging between her pierced nipples jingles most melodically with every movement she makes, and every movement that the squire's upward thrusting makes for her.

"Yesss, fuck me, please don't stop fucking me with your big, hard cock. Once we get to Dorne, every night will be filled with the pleasures that only I and my daughters can provide you. Every night, I will give you a new one, until all of my virgin girls are properly deflowered. Then, you will have your choice each night after, or if you prefer, you may sleep on a bed made of our flesh, surrounded by my beautiful girls!"

And then there's that. Ellaria moans praises and spews promises of debauched nights with her daughters like she's a faucet unable to turn off. It does the trick though, from the look of things, as Podrick grunts and reaches up and pinches the Dornish Woman's pierced nipples between his fingers, tugging on them while at the same time thrusting deeply up into her, likely spilling his seed in her depths.

That last bit, the bit about giving her daughters over to this squire… it disgusts Brienne to hear a mother talk like that. After all, what sort of mother would be willing to whore out her own daughters to such a lowly squire? And to think, Brienne's opinion of Podrick Payne had actually been relatively good, in the beginning. He had seemed like a noble young man, with convictions, if not the strongest of sword arms or the heartiest of forms.

Though, as it turned out, one avenue in which she'd underestimated him was his cock. N-Not that Brienne of Tarth went around trying to guess at the sizes of men's phalluses! She didn't, and she never would! But even she had to be surprised when she'd seen Podrick Payne's prick for the first time. She didn't think they made them that big, truth be told.

Regardless, Brienne retreats to her corner of the cabin, fully intent on ignoring the pair for the rest of the journey. She was stuck with them, unfortunately, due to the small size of the ship and the fact that the crew of the galley took up the rest of the living quarters, but that didn't mean she had to interact with them or anything like that.

An expression of resolve on her face, Brienne focuses her eyes on the wall in front of her, even as she begins to undress herself, preparing to wash her body down. In the midst of her attempt at ignoring Ellaria and Podrick's prodigious lovemaking, she actually completely tunes them out… and thus doesn't manage to hear when they're all finished up, nor does she notice Ellaria Sand's approach until the other woman has already arrived behind her and is stroking a sweaty hand across Brienne's bared, pale shoulder.

Shock freezes the warrior woman in place, even as the well-fucked form of the naked Dornish Whore presses against her side, giving Brienne a lewd smile.

"You're like a statue, my dear. Chiseled to perfection."

And then she smacks Brienne's taut ass, causing Brienne to jolt in shame and embarrassment. Not used to such attention, and certainly not used being complimented, the noblewoman turned knight finds herself stuttering like a maid, missing the hungry glint in Ellaria's eyes entirely as a result, even as the Dornish woman uses Brienne's surprise to push the tall blonde down onto the stool she was about to sit down upon anyways.

"I must apologize for how… rowdy we are. Dear Podrick truly does bring out the best in me, doesn't he?"

Brienne flushes at that, but she's still frozen in place by Ellaria's feminine hands running over her body. If the other woman were a man, then Brienne would have no problem socking her right in the face and punching her lights out for the presumption. But this is a woman, and Brienne is probably more chivalrous then most of the male knights in the Seven Kingdoms. She lives by the Knightly Code, and that will not allow her to hit a woman. More than that, she's not used to being APPRECIATED by a woman in this way either… it… it feels nice, truth be told.

"Allow me to assist you in washing up."

Before the Lady Knight can properly find a way to politely decline the request, Ellaria has pulled a tankard of scented oil out of nowhere, and mixing it with the tub of water in front of them both, begins to massage and wash Brienne, pushing deep into her taut muscles as she rubs the big woman down. It… it doesn't feel all that unpleasant, truth be told. She slickens Brienne of Tarth up, and in turn the blonde sits there, trying to contain her reactions, unable to bring herself to tell Ellaria to back off.

Brienne knows that she's in too deep when Ellaria finishes with her and backs off all on her own, and Brienne actually feels slightly disappointed by that fact. She knows she's in serious trouble when the Dornish woman turns those oh-so-skilled hands of hers onto herself instead, beginning to slicken up her own body until its well-oiled and glistening, and Brienne simply can't pull her eyes away.

Ellaria knows every trick in the book, and in her stupor, Brienne has forgotten just who she's dealing with. The other woman is very, VERY good at drawing the eye, be it male or female. She's exceptionally good at keeping the eye on her once she has it as well, undulating her body even as she runs her hands up and down her naked, glistening, oiled form.

She shouldn't be here, Brienne knows that. In the back of her mind, there's a small voice telling her that she needs to flee if she wishes to keep any sense of her innocence intact. But at the same time… she's trapped herself, hasn't she? All oiled up now, sat on a stool with Ellaria just inches away, she can't exactly go anywhere without getting dressed, and she can't exactly get dressed without getting toweled off.

The Dornish woman isn't about to let her do that, even if Ellaria couldn't stop Brienne if Brienne got… physical. But once again, her chivalrous nature keeps her from raising a hand against a woman, even a whore like Ellaria Sand. Said whore has a wicked smile on her face as she slips behind Brienne, rubbing her slick body against the muscular blonde's back, and proving just how skilled she is as she makes Brienne shudder under her ministrations.

Sliding her caramel tits up and down between Brienne's pale shoulders, Ellaria slips her hands around the taller woman's body, massaging down from Brienne's chest to betwixt the blonde's parted legs. As her fingers slip and slide across Brienne's inner thighs, creeping ever closer to her honeypot, Ellaria is murmuring in the blonde's ear.

"Relax, Brienne of Tarth. Relax, my dear lady… it'll be alright…"

Despite herself, Brienne finds that her body is beginning to surrender to Ellaria's words and ministrations, the sensations that the Dornish woman is pushing onto her are… beyond anything she's ever experienced before. As Ellaria plays with Brienne's pussy lips, a wanton moan slips from the blonde knight's mouth, the first to ever leave her throat, surprising her something fierce and leaving her blinking in hazy surprise and confusion.

In response to her moan, Ellaria just giggles, snickering really, and then her hot breath is on Brienne's ear again, her teeth nipping at her earlobe as she whispers to her once more.

"Of course… what you don't know, my dear, is the true properties of what I just rubbed you down with. The scented oil, the water… it's used by the pillow houses of Dorne to relax the muscles. Too much, and it will cause the recipient to fall into a deep, blissful sleep."

By the time Ellaria is speaking that last sentence, Brienne isn't conscious to hear it. The last part, Brienne of Tarth never hears, as she's already slumped into slumber against Ellaria's equally slick body. But rather than falling asleep as well, Ellaria just grins a raunchy grin, giggling as she kisses at Brienne's exposed, helpless neck.

"Not to worry, my darling. I'll make sure to loosen that stick up your ass… for my Master, of course."

-x-X-x-

As Brienne awakens, she groans in confusion, but the sound is muffled. She's gagged, she belatedly realizes… and tied up as well. Her eyes shooting open, it takes a few moments for the Lady Knight to take stock of her surroundings. Her upper body is tied up against a wooden log, while her legs are in a forced, spread restraint.

She immediately strains to try and break free, but the amount of rope that's been used to restrain her, along with the thickness and the fact that it's been wetted to keep it from snapping easily, holds her fast. She's well and truly trapped, no matter how hard she fights. A familiar feminine hand suddenly caresses her ass, and Brienne jolts, even as Ellaria steps around her into view, smiling down at her almost… kindly.

"Welcome back to the world of the living, darling. I do apologize for all this… but my Master requires a demonstration, you see?"

Brienne growls through the bit gag, all of her earlier embarrassment momentarily locked away by the fact that she's not at all happy right now. Even if Ellaria had aroused her more than she'd ever been aroused in her life, now she found out that it was all a damn trap, and that in the end, she was being taken for a ride. This was not going to end well for the Dornish woman… or her 'Master'.

Seemingly unworried about potential retribution from the bound Lady Knight, Ellaria leans forward until their faces are inches apart, running one of her hands down Brienne's cheek in a way that has the blonde's nostrils flaring angrily.

"You see, my beloved Master isn't convinced that I can bring all of Oberyn's daughters to heel. My own daughters will be easy enough, but his two eldest are from other women, and Master feels that they will be more inclined to kill him and I, rather than serving as more of his slutty little whores. I have to prove myself; you see… and what better way to prove myself then turning the least feminine woman in all of the Seven Kingdoms into a wanton cunt in desperate need of a hard fuck, hm?"

Once again, Brienne growls angrily, the muscular woman straining against her restraints. But before she can even see if she's able to make any further headway in breaking free THIS time around, a cat o' nine tails slaps up against her undercarriage, directly striking her clit and causing her knees to buckle as she screams through the bit gag at the unfamiliar pain.

Ellaria just sighs, tut-tutting at Brienne like she was little more than a disobedient pet that had to be taught a lesson. But with Brienne still recovering from that first hit, no further strikes come as the blonde clings to the log she's tied to instead, unsure what to do with herself now, still blinking away the shock and pain of having her clit whipped.

Taking advantage of this stupor, Ellaria happily collapses to her knees behind the Lady Knight… and proceeds to begin eating Brienne of Tarth out, her expert tongue trailing along the tall blonde's pussy folds for a moment, her teeth nipping at the woman's agitated clit, and then she's diving in, pushing her tongue up into Brienne's pussy as deep as it will go.

In response, Brienne's eyes go wide and her entire body goes rigid. This is not a pleasure that she's used to, and even in her bound state, it is indeed pleasurable. She has to bite down hard on the bit in her mouth to keep from moaning too loudly, but ultimately that just makes her mewl instead, a truly pitiful and humiliating noise, muffled only partially by the gag.

Of course, Ellaria only takes that as a challenge. Bringing her hands into play, the Dornish woman plays with Brienne's pussy lips and clit some more, spreading the blonde nice and wide with her fingers, rubbing at her clit with her thumbs, and lancing her tongue deeper into Brienne then ever before. This in turn causes Brienne to moan louder, even as her muscular, oiled body shakes and shudders from Ellaria's ministrations.

But it's not just the two of them, and Ellaria's 'Master' soon makes his presence known. It's not hard, even in her hazy, feverish state, for Brienne to figure out exactly who Ellaria's Master is. After all, while the Dornish woman had refrained from using the title until Brienne was completely helpless and at their mercy, there was only one man that Ellaria had been promising her daughters to this entire voyage.

Podrick Payne's hands come down upon Brienne's body, and they're just as gentle and light on her as Ellaria's slender fingers. At least at first, anyways. He was inspecting her like she was some prize mare, stroking his hand along her tight muscles, still slick with the scented oils. He hums appreciatively, and Brienne has to bite down HARD on a momentary flash of happiness that he seems to like her. She doesn't CARE if he likes her. She doesn't WANT to be his toy, his pet. She's a knight first and a woman second, and all of this is WRONG!

That doesn't stop her body from involuntarily shaking and shuddering when he moves his hands to her breasts and begins to tease her nipples. Before the blonde can stop herself, her tits are jutting out towards him, elongated slightly by him tugging at her teats, but ultimately also presented to him by her own traitorous body as her back arches in honest pleasure despite her feelings on the entire thing.

Seeing her tits jutting out towards him in clear desire, Podrick obliges, leaning down and biting at her nipples and breasts one after the other, while at the same time upgrading his gentle caressing to rough kneading, practically mauling her tits even as he slobbers and slurps and nibbles at them. This, in the end, proves to be too much for poor beleaguered Brienne of Tarth.

The tall woman cries out around her bit gag, practically screaming as she also bites down on it at the same time. Her first ever orgasm is both explosive and torrential, a flood of pussy juices spraying down Ellaria's face. In response, the needy Dornish whore squeals happily, lapping her tongue from Brienne's clit all the way up to the blonde giantess' asshole and then back down again as she slurps up the other woman's fluids quite greedily.

Meanwhile, Podrick pulls back from the muscular woman's tits, satisfied with them for now. His massive bitch breaking member is nice and hard at this point, the entire scenario doing quite a good job of turning him on, even after Ellaria had just milked him dry of his last release. With his massive meat log swinging back and forth in front of him, the young squire turned queen-fucker and brothel owner moves back around to Brienne's lower half.

Finally moving to claim her hole for himself, Podrick slaps his cock down between Brienne's large butt cheeks, hot dogging his incredibly large rod between her muscular, toned ass for a few seconds. Despite everything being so hazy, Brienne doesn't fail to recognize the significance of this act, feeling the sensation of a thick, large, and altogether hard phallus in close proximity with her virgin cunt.

Shuddering in fresh horror and disgust that momentarily overcomes her pleasure and ecstasy, the bound blonde tries her best to buck against the hot cock warming her ass crack, trying to stop him from fucking her, trying to close her legs tight, even though it's all but impossible given her current bondage. Of course, Ellaria is having none of that from the woman she's currently trying to tame as proof that she can tame her daughters for Podrick's pleasure as well.

Jumping the log upon which Brienne is restrained, showing off dexterity and agility that the Lady Knight hadn't thought her capable of, Ellaria locks her legs around the pole and presents her own cum filled pussy to the blonde, grabbing hold of Brienne by her short hair and rubbing her face in it, despite the fact that Brienne is currently gagged and thus can't truly return the favor by eating Ellaria out as Ellaria just did for her.

In the end though, it's not about that. It's about distracting the distressed blonde until Podrick can get into position. While Brienne is busy dealing with having her face smeared in white, hot cum and pussy juices alike, Podrick slides his cock back and then presses forward and in, his massive cockhead slowly beginning to push into Brienne's pussy as he deflowers the warrior woman.

A grunt leaves Podrick's lips as her tight pussy muscles struggle to try to keep him out. But in the end, even the strongest woman in all of the Seven Kingdoms is no match for Podrick Payne's Prodigious Prick. His cock sinks further into Brienne by the second, having already torn her hymen and now going deeper and deeper. His massive manhood fills her up inch by inch and all Brienne can do is take it, because no matter how hard she struggles, no matter how much she writhes and wiggles, she can't escape.

More than once, Podrick experiences blockage as Brienne's well-muscled cunt sets up walls to try to keep him any further. Even as he spreads the first part of her inner passage open and holds it open with his massive member, she's still very, VERY tight deeper in, forcing him to pull back just a bit in order to thrust once more with renewed force and break through even deeper into her slick cunt.

In the end, Ellaria's ministrations have prepared Brienne for him beautifully. If the blonde knight had been completely dry, this would have been absurdly painful and agonizing for the both of them, his cock would have chafed horrifically and Brienne's pussy likely would have torn. But Ellaria had done her work beautifully, and instead it was one of the most pleasurable fucks of Podrick's short life, as well as reluctantly ecstasy-inducing for one Brienne of Tarth.

Finally, he bottoms out inside of her, his last thrust taking her cunt in its entirety, leaving his bulbous cockhead ramming up against her cervix, the moment further signified by a loud clap against her taut ass cheeks. In turn, Brienne could only let loose impotent, muffled shrieks into Ellaria's cunt, her nostrils flaring as she struggles to breathe through the scent of cum and sweat, while at the same time being railed from behind.

Podrick fucks his newest cocksleeve with reckless abandon, knowing that Brienne can take it. He also has to, he has no choice, because if he gives this big, beautiful woman even an inch, he's confident her cunt might just take a mile. Even now, she's fighting him. Even now, her pussy walls are clenching down furiously to try to push him out. All it really does is make it more pleasurable for him as his bitch breaker pounds away at her cunt, of course, but its still a battle all the same, and one Podrick has no intention of losing. He's never lost before, why would he start now?

Continuing to fuck his latest cocksleeve, Podrick pounds away, every stroke of his member in and out of her cunt succeeding in reshaping another part of her pussy, making it a little easier for the follow up stroke to go even deeper, faster. He's slowly reworking her cunt into the perfect sheathe for his meat sword, taking her and breaking her bit by bit, one inch at a time.

Meanwhile, Brienne can't keep a straight though as her inexperienced cunny is forced through orgasm after orgasm in near-constant regularity. It feels like she's being stabbed in the stomach by a hot sword… but in a surprisingly pleasurable way. She knows she's not supposed to be enjoying this, she knows she's not supposed to be enjoying any of it, but if that's the case, her body didn't get that message, because her traitorous physical form is enjoying it more and more, forcing her to cum reluctantly around Podrick Payne's prick again and again and again.

Her mind goes blank, when a rush of liquid heat fills her. Her last conscious thought is the realization that Podrick is cumming inside of her. More than that, the realization hits her that her dreams of honor and knighthood and chivalry are being shattered with each spurt of virile cum as he fills her to the brim. How can she ever go back to the way things were before when she's been so disgraced in this moment? How can she ever recover from this?

Brienne of Tarth passes out, the tall woman going face down as Ellaria lets go of her hair and lets her head fall forward, the Dornish whore panting heavily and smiling as she looks to her Master hopefully.

-x-X-x-

Podrick slowly unsheathes his bitch breaker of a cock from his new property. Out of all of the women that he's fucked, Brienne might just be the most exotic, funnily enough. Oh sure, Ellaria with her dark skin was certainly the most original from coloring alone, but she wasn't all that different from Shay, or even from Cersei or Margaery. In the end, Ellaria Sand was a whore who'd become a Prince's paramour, ultimately existing in both worlds and learning much about both high court and the lowest court of them all.

Meanwhile, Shay was little more than a greedy self-serving whore as well, and Cersei and Margaery were no different, despite their upbringing. But Brienne of Tarth… she was special. She was unique in so many ways. Westeros' very own warrior woman, their would-be Lady Knight… and he'd broken her like all the rest, in the end.

His pulling out of her well-fucked cunt results in a waterfall of cum bursting out of the unconscious woman, spilling onto the floor. Podrick, meanwhile, lounges back on the pillows where he'd been fucking Ellaria previously, and simply enjoys the view for a few moments. But eventually, Ellaria manages to get enough feeling back into her jelly-like legs to be able to stand up again.

Rising off of the log she'd been straddling as she forced Brienne's face into her creampied cunt, the Dornish woman sways her hips as she walks down the length of the bound blonde, sauntering over and giving Podrick a lewd, lecherous smile.

"You're not done yet, I hope. This bitch might not take any more to break… but Daughters of Dorne will need to experience you in every way before they submit, just like I did. You'll have to claim their every hole, to make them into your pets. We should practice now, my beloved Master."

Bringing her hands down hard on Brienne of Tarth's ass, Ellaria grips tightly and spreads the muscular woman's pale backside apart, exposing one of those very holes that she's talking about. Leaning down, Ellaria begins to tongue it from above quite sexily, her eyes never leaving Podrick's face as she grins a wide, open-mouthed smile.

Grunting in agreement, Podrick nods and rises from the bed of pillows yet again, his cock already hard once more as he lines it up against Brienne's backdoor. In response, Ellaria eagerly pulls back, just enough that the tip of her tongue slides along his cockhead and then his shaft as her beloved Master fits his prick up against Brienne's asshole and thrusts in most violently.

Muffled screams fill the cabin as Brienne is forced back into the living by the pain and agony of being sodomized without warning. Podrick grunts as he forces himself into the even tighter orifice, the Lady Knight's anal muscles even stronger than her cunt had been. It's also a bit drier, but thanks to the combination of fluids from their previous tryst, Podrick's massive bitch breaker of a member is more than lubed up enough to make up for that fact.

It takes about five thrusts, but soon enough Podrick is fully sheathed in Brienne's asshole. And shortly after that, he's cumming, much to his surprise. She's too tight, and her backdoor's efforts to try and push him out just feel too damn good. With a grunt, his eyes slightly wide, Podrick fills Brienne of Tarth's bowels with a thick load of his seed.

Not that he's finished or anything like that. Not by a long shot. The blonde's insanely tight ass is the perfect thing to get him hard again quick, and Podrick doesn't even bother with pulling out, he just keeps on thrusting, fucking her as hard as he can, his seed acting as even further lubricant to slick up the insides of her anus.

Ellaria, meanwhile, hops up onto Brienne's back. For a time, she watches her Master fuck the Lady Knight's asshole with a wide, wicked grin on her face… but eventually she flips around, laying across Brienne, rubbing her oily, slick chest up and down Brienne's back as she murmurs to the squealing, screaming, shaking blonde.

"There, there, that's a good girl. Look at how good of a whore you make. You made Master cum so very fast. You should be proud of yourself. We'll make a proper slut out of you yet, Brienne. I'm going to continue to mold and shape you, even as our Master molds and shapes your holes into the perfect sheathes for his big, fat, delicious cock."

As Podrick continues to slam home into Brienne's helpless, clenching anus, he finds himself cumming again and again as well. Every time he bottoms out inside of Brienne's ass, it's an almost immediate nut, leaving another deluge of white, hot seed deep inside of her bowels, until she's practically stuffed with his seed.

Even then, he doesn't stop. Even then, he doesn't pause. He knows what it takes to truly, properly break a woman, and Brienne is his greatest challenge yet. Podrick knows he can't afford to show weakness before the giantess, he can't let her see any exhaustion, or she might feel hope, hope that she can escape, hope that this will all end.

To truly, properly break a woman like Brienne of Tarth, she has to believe it will go on forever. Which means, they aren't finished until they're finished. They're in it for the long haul… and Podrick is more than ready to go all night long.

-x-X-x-

That's exactly what happens, as a matter of fact. The rough pounding that Brienne experiences continues well into the night. By the time day has broken, Brienne is no longer bound or gagged. It's not necessary. Instead, the would-be Lady Knight lays side by side with her fellow fuck toy, Ellaria Sand. Brienne's one tight and taut abs are bloated out as if she's pregnant thanks to all the cum she's stuffed with.

Her quim is gaping and will take some time to tighten up again. For the time being, it releases some of Podrick's seed every few seconds like clockwork, as if it's breathing out his cum onto the floor between her legs. Meanwhile, Brienne's asshole has retained it's tightness, impressively enough, closing back up the moment that Podrick finished with it, with barely a trickle of cum escaping from her bowels.

As Brienne and Ellaria tag team their Master's cock, licking up and down Podrick's prodigious length and slurping at his thick, heavy balls, the Dornish woman pulls back and gives their Master a wicked smile as she licks her lips and bats her eyelashes suggestively.

"What did I tell you, Master? Are you not satisfied?"

Podrick hums, a hand in Brienne's hair gripping firmly and guiding her up and down his length as he regards the broken giantess of a woman.

"I am."

Ellaria's grin grows wider still, bright enough to light up the room as she beams happily at her Master. She slides one hand down betwixt her own legs, fingering her cunt as her breath hitches in anticipation of what is to come, her thoughts turning towards Dorne and her words a moment later reflecting that shift in focus.

"Soon, it'll be me and my daughters serving you like this, Master. This one was just the test case. Soon, you will experience all the pleasures that Dorne has to offer. You will partake of the sweetest grapes off the vine, girls I have cultivated all my life for you, even if I did not know it until recently. They will all belong to you, just as I belong to you. Just as this muscular bitch now belongs to you."

Podrick smiles thinly and just nods back, accepting her words of devotion and adoration for what they are. Brienne, meanwhile, knows somewhere deep in the back of her mind that she SHOULD be offended by Ellaria's words. She knows, of course, what the Dornish woman has done to her. But… she just can't bring herself to be all that upset about it. And when Ellaria grabs her by her hair and takes hold of her head from their Master, she doesn't resist.

"Come, darling. It's time for you to learn how to pleasure our Master's cock with your last remaining hole. Open wide."

Brienne does as she's told, her eyes glazed over at this point, devoid of fight or anger or resistance. She opens wide without a struggle and doesn't fight back when Ellaria begins to feed her Podrick's massive cock, pushing her down his length inch by inch. He truly is large in the phallic department, but then, Brienne already knew that.

Still, she's not all that prepared for the way he stretches her lips wide around his giant dick, or the strain she feels on her jaw. Her mouth is not used to opening this wide, and while not as tight as her cunt or ass, there's no denying that it's still a very tight fit. Her teeth graze his member as it goes further and further into her mouth, but not once does Brienne consider biting down. The fight is gone from her, gone from the would-be Lady Knight, even as Ellaria forces her to take their Master deeper, even as she forces Brienne to throat Podrick's prick.

"Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk…"

Brienne's eyes widen as Ellaria forces her to take the massive member down the back of her throat. She hadn't thought this was possible, but here her last bit of innocence is irrevocably shattered as she's introduced to the way a woman's mouth and esophagus can be properly used by a man. Or, as the case currently was, by another woman enslaved to a man, trying to impress said man.

"That's it, take it all. Go on, keep going. Nice and wide now, Brienne. Don't you dare stop. Put some tongue into it too, silly!"

She does her best, but it's hard. In more ways than one, as his rock-hard cock forces its way into her gullet and even further still, until eventually Ellaria has Brienne's lips suctioned down around the base of Podrick's massive bitch breaker, every last inch of his truly enormous dick buried in her bulging throat.

"Huuugllglllgkk!"

Ellaria just giggles at Brienne's struggle for air, holding her down for a long moment, until ultimately the blonde woman begins to thrash and spasm involuntarily. Only then does she let Brienne up again, the Dornish woman quite aware that she can't actually fight back against Brienne's strength if the muscular blonde turns it against her, be it on purpose or not.

Brienne hacks and coughs for air as her Master's cock slips out of her lips for a moment… but as she's heaving in, Ellaria pushes her back down again, forcing her to inhale Podrick's dick meat once more. This time, the Dornish whore is more forceful about it, more fast paced, not taking her time. As a result, Brienne chokes a lot more violently, but without any chance to properly assess the situation.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

"There you go! Now you're getting it! Faster, darling! Faster!"

"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"

In the end, even though Ellaria is calling for Brienne to go faster, it's Ellaria who's controlling the entire ride, the Dornish woman's hand holds tight in Brienne's short hair even now as she rapidly bounces the blonde's head up and down their Master's member. She chokes, gags, and gurgles all along Podrick Payne's prick… while at the same time still trying to use her tongue like Ellaria had told her to.

Involuntary tears streak down her cheeks as watery eyes look up into the face of the man who defiled and reshaped her body. Brienne stares and Podrick stares right back, even as Ellaria violently skull fucks the former on the latter's member. The higher ideals that Brienne of Tarth has spent her entire life trying to adhere to… are lost. Buried deep within her all this time was a butt-slave who was all too willing to give anything for further pleasure.

Brienne of Tarth was broken now, a woman before a knight… and in truth, never to be a knight ever again. She was just a woman… just Podrick Payne's woman now. And she would be whatever he wanted of her, at the end of the day.

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