Typically, the Spear Tower was used to keep highborn or important 'guests' imprisoned in it's tallest cells. In the wake of their father's death, the Sand Snakes had ultimately been confined to the Spear Tower by their uncle, Doran Martell, Prince of Dorne. They had called for war, had demanded blood for Oberyn's death, as they felt they were entitled to.

But Oberyn's brother was a simple-minded, peace-loving fool confined to a wheelchair. Doran would rather let his brother's death go just as unanswered as his sister's and niece and nephew's did back during the rebellion, then actually have to do something about it. No, it was more than that… he would rather imprison Oberyn's bastard daughters then risk THEM doing something about it as well.

And now, his decision had turned into their torture. Normally, the Spear Tower kept it's prisoners in relative comfort. Tonight however, the noises coming out of the top of the tower made it seem more like it was being used for torture.

"Filth! Scumbag! Release me you beastly woman! Release me this instant! F-FUCK!"

Obara Sand was a big-boned woman with long legs, close-set eyes, and brown hair she'd gotten from her mother, which was usually tied in a not. With calloused hands and a mannish figure, Obara was not often mistaken for a woman. She wore leathers rather than dresses, and had gone for the martial pursuits, rather than making any effort to secure lessons in how to be a lady. She was a confident rider who tended to bloody her stallion mounts with spurs, and she could be something of a drinker as well.

When her father had come for her in Oldtown to claim her, Obara had chosen him over her whore of a mother. A year later, news of said mother drinking herself to death had reached Sunspear, but Obara had cared not for her. The woman was weak and had always been weak, while her father, Oberyn… he was strong. The Red Viper had in turn made her strong as well, and Obara, the eldest and most infamous of the Sand Snakes, could reliably wield a spear or a whip along with a rounded shield made of steel and copper.

None of that mattered much right now, given her current predicament. Her big bones and long legs in particular were made entirely inconsequential when up against a giant of a woman. Her muscles strain as she struggles against her captor even now, spitting out curses and shrieks while trying to break free, but her strength is no use against a woman who has even more strength than her, and currently the leverage to use it that Obara does not.

Her nude, muscular body is covered and sweat and positively shaking as the Stormlander whore holds her in a full nelson. The giant bitch's arms are up under Obara's legs, and her hands are laced back behind Obara's head. Meanwhile, that is nowhere near the end of the eldest Sand Snake's indignities. As she struggles to break free of the giant whore's impossibly strong hold, her hips are also bucking and humping in an effort to dislodge the massive double sided toy connecting her ass to Brienne of Tarth's cunt.

Tears of hatred fill Obara's eyes are she's forced to watch her sisters' defilement. Her voice is far from the only one sounding out in the Spear Tower at the moment, and truth be told, it's not even the loudest. The screaming almost entirely drowns out Obara's shrieking and cursing, and in the end, there's nothing she can do about it.

For all that Obara Sand has always prided herself on being more of a warrior than most men can claim… in this instant, she has been reduced to little more than another woman by this giant whore. Her only consolation is that it's a woman who's utterly humiliating and dominating her at the moment… but then again, that's no consolation at all when one considers the whore's master.

When Ellaria and Arianne had first stepped into the top floor of the Spear Tower, the Sand Snakes had been filled with hope, albeit temporarily. Surely with Oberyn's paramour back, they would finally be able to seek revenge. Surely the Princess of Dorne's presence in the Spear Tower alongside Ellaria Sand meant that her father had finally been made to see reason and they were to be released.

Needless to say, that hope had not lasted long, soon being replaced by shock and betrayal as the man had stepped in after the two Dornish women with his naked giant whore at his heels. Dressed in Lannister colors, Podrick Payne had introduced himself at the same moment that Ellaria had greeted them all by flinging herself at Tyene and engaging in a flying lip lock.

Judging by the way Tyene had choked on the kiss most unusually, and how she'd reacted since… Ellaria had forced a mouthful of some sort of drug down the youngest of their number. She'd then thrown the shocked girl into the Lannister Lackey's arms before shifting her attention to Nymeria. Obara, of course, had attempted to come to her sisters' aid, only to be confronted by the naked giant whore.

For a moment, she'd been confident in her ability to take her down. Some naked woman covered in the fluids of men, no matter how tall or muscular, was not going to bring down Obara Sand of the Sand Snakes. Or so Obara had thought. To be fair, she was disarmed and unarmored. If she'd had her spear, surely she could have dealt with Brienne of Tarth in a truly decisive manner, in the same decisive manner that her father SHOULD have dealt with the Mountain, rather than stringing things along and goading the man until it got him killed.

But she didn't have her spear, and before she could do anything, the giant whore was proving she was rather new to the whore bit, but not so new to the martial prowess bit and had wrestled Obara to the floor in short order. As the degradation of her sisters had continued in front of her, Obara had been in a fight for her very dignity… a fight she'd most assuredly lost.

Brienne of Tarth had offered one grunted apology after giving her name before their impromptu wrestling match had started, like they were a pair of knights having an honorable duel or something. Then, she'd proceeded to tear Obara's clothing off of her body until not a shred of it remained, followed by shoving the end of the double-sided dildo already buried in her cunt up Obara's ass without a single attempt at providing lubrication besides spitting and rubbing it for a little bit.

It was pain, there was no other way to describe it. Obara's life was currently pain and agony as she was butt-fucked and full nelson'd by this giant of a whore, while being forced to watch the two younger Sand Snakes and what was happening to them. Worst of all though had to be what had been done, what was even now currently being done to the youngest though. Tyene… Tyene didn't deserve it. And as her screams of terror grow hoarser and hoarser, Obara flinches with every once, even as she continues to shriek and curse and try in vain to break free of Brienne's hold on her.

She has to get free; she just has to. She… has to save her sisters.

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Tyene Sand was certainly an interesting young woman. A bit of an odd duck, all the way down here in the sunbaked deserts of Dorne. The bastard child of Oberyn Martell and a Septa, it was unequivocally obvious that Tyene took after her mother far more than her father. With fair skin, golden hair, and deep blue eyes, it was almost difficult to believe that she was Oberyn's daughter.

But he'd claimed her as his own, as one of his bastards, and as the third of his many bastard children and the youngest of the three eldest Sand Snakes, she'd more than earned her place in their incredibly dysfunctional family. Soft of skin and said to have a gentle, sweet voice, one might wonder how in the world she got along with her siblings, especially with women like Obara and Nymeria.

But even if she didn't take after her father in martial ways, she and Oberyn still had their bond, their connection to one another. Tyene's hands were soft and pale where Obara's were calloused and mannish, but that didn't mean Tyene was any less deadly or dangerous then her older half-sister. Despite her innocent and altogether pious exterior, Tyene Sand was a mistress of poisons, sharing in her father's knowledge of such things. Where Obara wielded spear or whip with frightening efficiency, Tyene's chosen weapon was much more… subtle.

Perhaps that was why Ellaria had targeted her first and then tossed her over to Podrick for immediate breaking. Either way, the young man had wasted no time in getting down to business. The mouthful of aphrodisiac that Ellaria had shoved down the young woman's throat had left Tyene more than a little bit at a disadvantage as Podrick had torn her gown from her soft, pale body and split her cunt open on his massive, bitch-breaker of a cock.

Tyene Sand's deep blue eyes stare blankly up at the ceiling of the Spear Tower above her head. Her voice, said to be gentle and sweet, is hoarse and cracking as she continues to scream while being bounced viciously and violently on Podrick's cock. Her porcelain skin is flushed red, and the way she's being pounded into by this Lannister Lackey is completely destroying her psyche, bit by bit.

But then, to be fair, Ellaria had made it clear that that needed to be done. Tyene was undeniably the most devious of the Sand Snakes, and Podrick always took his whores' words into consideration. Not that he always followed through on that consideration, but where he could, he used the women who he'd broken on his dick in ways besides sex.

Ellaria Sand had had a lot of information on the Sand Snakes. She'd had a lot of information on Tyene too. She'd made it clear that if Podrick wanted to avoid being poisoned, he would need to break the little viper, hard and fast. So that was exactly what Podrick Payne was going to do.

"P-Please… l-let me-a-ah!"

Again, and again, Tyene Sand tries to speak. It's an amazing effort, given she's already under the effects of the mouthful of drugs Ellaria shoved down her throat. Even as she tries to use her words to wind her way around to Podrick's good side, her pussy walls are clenching and clinging around his pistoning prick. The young man's absolutely massive cock has her tender cunt spread and stretched wider than any before it have ever managed… and still Tyene finds the inner strength to try and speak.

As Podrick gives one of her pale tits a smack and silences her for the umpteenth time, he reflects that Ellaria was right to warn him about her, to set him on this soft looking girl. A glance around shows that Brienne and Ellaria have Obara and Nymeria well in hand each, but Tyene… Tyene is his greatest threat, despite her womanly features.

"PleEEEEEAAAASE!"

Podrick smirks as he bottoms out in Tyene, forcing her to scream obscenities each and every time. Her soft body feels absolutely amazing on his cock… and yes, he's quite confident that she'll make a good little whore, after some training. But first, she has to be broken. Podrick can't afford to be nice with this blonde bitch, not like he has with some of his others. And yes, he has been nice with more than a few of them, even been kind in how he's treated them.

Tyene Sand doesn't get the kind treatment. She gets the rough treatment, and she gets a lot of it, Podrick's hands slapping at her beautiful soft tits, grabbing at her wide hips, squeezing her pale, porcelain ass to his heart's delight. Each and every time Tyene tries to say something, Podrick is there striking another part of her flesh.

All the while, he continues to bounce her up and down on his bitch-breaker, of course. It wouldn't be much of a breaking if he didn't utilize his greatest weapon against the drugged little bitch. So, Podrick slams up against Tyene's cervix with every thrust. He pounds the entrance of her womb until finally, he breaks right on through.

The shrieking orgasms that come along the way are obviously a result of the drugs. This is not a consensual coupling, what's happening between the two of them. Tyene doesn't want this anymore than Obara or Nymeria do. He's raping her, raping her while the drugs Ellaria fed into her mouth, a potent aphrodisiac, make it impossible for Tyene to fight back.

Her body is responding in quite the positive manner, even as he abuses and uses it for his own pleasure. Her nipples are on end, rock hard and jutting out from her soft, reddening tits. Her skin is covered in a glistening sheen of sweat, while her thighs are drenched in her own pussy juices. Her pussy itself is slick and coated in her fluids, both inside and outside, making the travel in and out of her reluctantly clenching twat all the more pleasurable for the brothel owner.

With a groan, Podrick slams Tyene down again, only to finally enter her womb. The sensation of breaking through, of invading this most sacred place buried deep inside of her oh-so-feminine body… it's not a new one for Podrick Payne, of course. Not by a long shot. He's womb-fucked more women then he can count by this point, hell, he's probably womb-fucked more women then most of the men of the Seven Kingdoms have ever managed to even simply bed.

His cock, massive and throbbing and long and thick by any measure, is perfectly made for breaking bitches like the one currently impaled on his member. In fact, Tyene reminds Podrick of his second conquest, of the Queen herself. Even if there's not truly much similarity between Tyene Sand of the Sand Snakes and Cersei Lannister, Queen Mother of the Seven Kingdoms… well, they are both blondes, after a fashion.

Likewise, they both have soft bodies. Tyene's is undeniably softer however, and not even slightly ravaged by the labors of child birth. Oh, don't get Podrick wrong, Cersei holds up exceptionally well for a mother of three children. She's a Grade A MILF, and a perfect whore who Podrick has every intention of continuing to use for his own ends until she's all used up.

Tyene Sand, meanwhile, has definitely laid with men before, it wasn't like he took her virginity or anything like that… but Podrick has gained something of an aptitude for this sort of thing. As such, he knows that Tyene has never given birth to a man's progeny before. She's never been pregnant, or if she has, the pregnancy has been dealt with quickly and quietly. She's the perfect little pious bastard princess after all, untouchable and all too innocent and pure…

Heh, don't make Podrick laugh. He can feel the experience of her admittedly soft body against his own as he truly begins womb fucking her. As he slams home into the blonde blue-eyed bastard girl's cunt and womb with every thrust, truly bottoming out inside of her again and again, Podrick knows that this isn't Tyene's first ride. She's not nearly as innocent as she makes herself out to be, just as Ellaria warned him.

He'll have to reward the Dornish whore's loyalty later. So far, Ellaria's warnings, the information she's given him… all of it has been incredibly useful. He's arrived in Dorne and already seen to suborning and subverting the Princess herself. And after dealing with Arianne, now here he was in the Spear Tower, breaking in the Sand Snakes and thoroughly explaining their new place in the world beneath him as well.

Without Ellaria Sand, Podrick had to admit he might have blundered through things a little bit. The way he'd handled his first few conquests back in King's Landing had worked out well enough, but it was obvious that the Dornish were of a different breed then the other Six Kingdoms of Westeros. To conquer these Dornish bitches, he needed a Dornish bitch of his own, obviously. Ellaria had been that for him, and now he was going to reap the rewards of keeping her around and listening to her wise counsel.

Tyene's attempts at talking have completely faltered by this point. The blonde, blue-eyed faux septa is still screaming hoarsely as he fucks her womb just like he fucked her twat, but she's not capable of actual speech anymore, it would seem. Which meant it was probably fine to move on to phase two. Perhaps even, the aphrodisiac was working faster because of all the blood flowing so rapidly through Tyene's beleaguered body.

Grinning, Podrick lifts the altogether limp porcelain doll off of his cock… and proceeds to drop her onto her back on a bed so he can have her all over again.

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As he drives himself deep, DEEP into Tyene Sand's twat, forcing his cock even deeper into her womb, to the point that the head of his member is now pressing against the far wall, her womb acting like some sort of meat condom for his dick, Podrick groans… and then leans down and kisses his latest conquest. Her legs bounce bonelessly against the side of his hips, and her arms remain above her head, limp and lifeless as she lays beneath him, unable to so much as respond to what's happening to her anymore.

As he conquers her mouth with his, Podrick forces his tongue down the back of Tyene's throat for a moment, half-expecting her to try to bite it off. She doesn't fight him though, seemingly utterly incapable of it. That wouldn't do though, because Podrick knew what it took to break in a new whore fully and properly, these days.

This right here? This was what he liked to call a false positive. Tyene wasn't broken, she'd merely retreated deep into the recesses of her own mind, to try and escape the horror of what was being done to her. She was like a lifeless doll in this stage, but she wouldn't remain a lifeless doll forever. Eventually, she would recover herself. Eventually, she would regain her sanity and with that sanity regained would come hatred. Hatred towards him, towards Ellaria, and towards everything he'd ever worked for.

Really, it wasn't like he wanted to do it… but if he wanted to make sure Tyene properly broke upon his bitch-breaking monster of a dick, then Podrick was going to have to make sure she was PRESENT for every last bit of this. Pulling back from her lips, he looks down and finds her face resembling something of a cross-eyed whore choking on her drool, even as her new owner bites and pulls at her nipples.

An act, all of it was merely an act… and Podrick had every intention of making it a reality instead. First though, he finishes. He deserves that much, does he not? And besides, it's not like one load of white, hot cum is going to leave him unable to continue. So, without further ado, after making Tyene's cunt reshape to fit his mammoth-sized member, after rearranging her insides with his womb fucking… Podrick finally lets himself go, his churning balls releasing a truly titanic amount of semen down the length of his cock and directly into Tyene Sand's drooling quim.

He fills her womb to the brim with his seed and then some, to the point that when he pulls out, a lot of cum comes with him, both lubing up his massive erection and beginning to spurt out of the porcelain blonde's ravaged cunt in squirts and glops. Not even having him creampie her in such a violent and altogether encompassing manner is enough to bring Tyene back from her happy place, however… so, Podrick slaps her.

He slaps her across the face with his palm first, and then backhands her other cheek. Back and forth he goes, striking her pretty porcelain features with harder and harder hits until he sees the light return to her teary blue eyes once more. Brought back to reality by the solid slaps, Tyene locks eyes with Podrick, even as he wraps his other hand around her neck and holds her in place while his cockhead slips from her gaping, gushing, well-fucked twat… to someplace just a couple of inches lower.

"Tyene Sand… you're mine now. You and your sisters are going to be my whores from this day forward. I, Podrick Payne, will be your new owner. You can call me sir or Master if you like…"

Tyene grimaces and seems to recognize that she's not going to manage to beguile him with words. Nor does she have any of her poisons on him with which to end this.

"B-Bastard…

She's utterly helpless right now, just another soft woman beneath a strong man… much like her poor mother was beneath Oberyn Martell when she'd been conceived.

… Podrick didn't believe for even a second that Oberyn had actually managed to seduce a Septa. Oh certainly, the Red Viper was suave and charismatic enough… but to set aside one's vows as a Septa was certain death. More than likely, Oberyn had simply used his title as Prince to have his way with a poor, beautiful, blonde-haired, blue-eyed young Septa who, while she may have enjoyed it, had nevertheless been defiled against her will.

Not that Podrick was judging Oberyn for his actions. After all, if the Dornish Prince hadn't done what he'd done all those years ago, Tyene Sand wouldn't have been born and Podrick wouldn't have been able to have his way with the man's bastard daughter as he was now. Smirking, the young man begins to slowly press the head of his massive cum-covered cock against Tyene's backdoor, pressuring her asshole with every push forward he makes.

Tyene's beautiful blue eyes go wide at the sensation, even as Podrick chuckles down at her and shakes his head.

"No, my dear… you're the bastard. But don't worry. No one cares about a whore's lineage. Once I'm done training you and your sisters, you'll all be treated the exact same… as the cunts for sale that you are."

Before Tyene can muster a response to that, Podrick stops being nice. And yes, his earliest attempts to penetrate her tight sphincter were in fact him being nice. Now though, he simply pulls back and slams forward, beginning to ram every last inch of his bitch breaker into her somewhat virgin ass. He's a little surprised by just how tight he is. Tyene, meanwhile, is MORE than a little surprised by how big HE is.

She really is mostly virginal, back there. The largest thing that Tyene Sand's asshole has ever taken were Arianne's adventurous fingers when they were experimenting with each other growing up. While Tyene had been all too happy to seduce men for her own purposes, using her cunt and mouth to powerful effects to get whatever she wanted where her poisons wouldn't do… she'd never once had a man up her ass before.

Needless to say, Podrick's thick cock is a completely different beast from Arianna's inquisitive, explorative fingers. Her back arching, Tyene doesn't just squeal, she SCREAMS!

"M-MERCY! MERCY! OBARA, SISTER, PLEASE SAVE ME, IT HURTS SO MUCH! B-BY THE SEVEN HE'S SO DAMN BIG!"

Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken. Those were House Martell's words, and they were words that Oberyn's bastard daughters had all spent their entire lives trying to live by. Not that they'd always succeeded. Tyene for instance, had bent over on more than one occasion for a man she wanted something from. And all three Sand Snakes had ended up rather bowed and bent when their own uncle had locked them away in the Spear Tower, turning them into prisoners.

At the end of the day, none of them were true Martells. At the end of the day, House Martell's words didn't truly cover the bastard daughters of one of it's sons. At the end of the day… Tyene's spine is bent quite thoroughly as Podrick slides his massive cock to the hilt in her ass, savoring the constricting tightness of her back door and holding her steady for a moment before he begins to thrust, before he begins to REALLY fuck her ass.

Reaching up, he grips Tyene by her short silky blonde hair and forces her tear-stricken face to look to him. Staring down into watery blue eyes, Podrick shows no mercy as he introduces the mistress of poisons to painal, as he takes her ass and brings her to new heights of agony and ecstasy both by fucking her back door with all his might. At the same time, he grins wickedly down at her, his eyes hard as flint.

"Do you think your mother prayed to the Seven when your father defiled her? No, I don't think she did… and neither should you. We both know who you should be really praying to right now, slut."

It doesn't happen immediately. Podrick isn't even sure his words penetrate through the haze of pleasure and pain, not at first. Tyene is still screaming, still squealing like a stuck pig. The blonde begs for her sister to help her, even as Obara is completely and utterly helpless in Brienne's arms. She squeals for the Seven to come save her, even as her tits bounce and jiggle with every thrust into her ass that Podrick makes.

Deciding he wants more of that action, Podrick leans forward and attacks Tyene Sand's beautiful pale breasts in the same way he's attacked the rest of her body. Grabbing the soft, full mammaries with both hands, he gropes and squeezes them harshly around the base, treating them like the abusable fun bags they are. Then, he brings his mouth down to one of them and BITES down, drawing a fresh squeal of pain from the poor blonde beneath him as he gnaws at her titflesh and brutally fucks her ass, all the same time.

Eventually, Podrick draws his teeth back across her tit enough that they end up terminating around her nipple. He bites down on her nipple even harder than he did her titflesh, and Tyene's back arches again as she quivers and shakes beneath him. He tugs at that nipple, though not hard enough to actually draw blood, not hard enough to tear it off of her. Just hard enough to show her that he has complete power and control over her, and that in the end, there's nothing Tyene can do but submit.

Then, when the end of her first nipple finally, FINALLY slips free of his biting teeth, much to the faux septa's relief… Podrick brings his mouth down upon her other breast and starts the process all over again. Biting and abusing her tits, reddening her porcelain skin, fucking her virgin ass… Podrick really does enjoy what he does. And to think, once upon a time he'd been so very… unsure of himself.

He knows better now, of course. Even if he'd never expected the trajectory his life took, even if he'd never planned on becoming a brothel owner at his tender young age, or turning princesses and queens and bastards alike into little more than whores with his big fat bitch-breaking cock… he knows this is right. Because what he realized was true back in King's Landing is just as true here in Sunspear. There are women here who, if left to their own devices, would do irreparable damage to the realm, to Dorne and to the rest of Westeros as well.

The Sand Snakes will join his growing collection of whores, not just because Podrick wants to break each and every one of them on his cock, not just because he wants to turn them into prostitutes who will make him lots and lots of money… but because if they don't, they'll get up to no end of trouble otherwise. And Podrick won't allow that. He won't allow them to just run amok and make an absolute mess of things.

Not when he's already put so much time and effort into reining in bitches like Cersei and Margaery, no sir.

It's this indomitable determination that poor Tyene Sand finds herself up against. In the beginning, even through the aphrodisiac's haze, perhaps the faux septa thought that Podrick was no different from so many other men she's dealt with over the years. Horny and set in his ways, unwilling to change or see women as anything but fuck toys for him to slake his lusts on. In that way, Tyene has had plenty of experience dealing with men like Podrick Payne.

Or so she might have thought. In truth, Podrick was so much more than that… and the more he breaks her ass on his cock, the more Tyene comes to realize this. As the pleasure and pain mix together, as she suffers and enjoys herself beneath the man in equal measure, Podrick refuses to let her retreat into her mind, refuses to let her pass out. Oh, and she tries too. Her mind tries to pull back involuntarily multiple times, even as her body happily submits to Podrick's cock and hands and mouth.

But he always slaps her back into consciousness, forcing her to acknowledge what's being done to her, treating Tyene Sands like the whore he wants her to be. And though she would have said it was impossible before, though she would have claimed it couldn't be… slowly but surely, Tyene breaks under Podrick's skilled touch.

He watches it happen too, watches, and MAKES it happen with an altogether masterful hand. Tyene's screams for mercy begin to change, and Podrick can tell it's not an act. She finally processes and more importantly accepts what he's saying… what he said earlier, about who she should really be praying to, who she should be begging for mercy and forgiveness.

Lifting her up into his laps by her hips, Podrick continues to butt-fuck the gorgeous blonde as she in turn wraps her arms around his neck and murmurs directly into his ear.

"M-Mercy, M-Master… please sir, please show m-me mercy…"

The drugs played a role in rearranging Tyene Sand's world view as well, to be sure… but a lot of it was merely Podrick and his bitch breaker. His massive cock had a way of changing a woman's priorities or shifting her perspective juuust right. As Tyene begs him in her ear, her own breaking causes her to squeal and involuntarily cum from the brutal ass-fucking she's still receiving.

This in turn prompts Podrick to cum as well, triggering his orgasm as he fills her bowels with his seed just as he filled her twat. Altogether finished, Podrick pulls out of the limp girl and lets her fall back onto the bed once more. Tyene Sand lays there, completely insensate, but this time Podrick knows it'll stick, with just a bit more elbow grease.

Oh, a treacherous little bitch like her… she'll try something eventually anyways, if he doesn't shore up this lesson a few more times over the next few days. Even though she's well and truly properly broken right now, Tyene Sand will eventually begin to chafe under her new Master, if she's not given… repeat lessons on the end of Podrick's prick. But at least for the moment, when she comes back to herself her first instinct will be submission and subservience to her master and owner, rather than where she can get a fast-acting poison quickest.

And so long as Podrick reinforces her new mindset, so long as he makes sure there are no… negative influences to turn her back onto the path she was before, she'll remain like that, remain his loyal, adoring whore like all the others he'd broken at this point. Standing up, Podrick moves to Tyene's face for a moment, gripping the blonde tightly by her silken locks and lifting her head up so he can clean his cock on her soft porcelain face like she's nothing more than his cum rag.

Wiping himself clean on her cheeks and lips, Podrick smirks down at her, his mind that of a businessman now. Already, he has ideas for how to best use her.

"You'll be quite profitable if we dress you up right. I'm thinking a set of custom-made septa robes will do the trick. Ones that show skin in all the right places, and which have plenty of access to holes. Every man, both highborn and low, has wanted to rut a pretty septa once or twice in their life… you'll be fulfilling a lot of their fantasies, once you're properly trained."

With that, he drops Tyene's head from his hand and turns his attention to the other two Sand Snakes in the room. After all, if he's going to break Tyene in properly, then he'll have to remove any other influences from her life. Obara and Nymeria could probably both help Tyene recover her old poisonous personality with ease if they were left to their own devices.

But it will be much harder for them to do so, if they've both been broken on his cock as well…

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