A/N: This is an old commission started back in 2019 featuring a more aggressive Podrick Payne, one who's willing to use all of the tools at his disposal to right some wrongs.
Themes: Rough Sex, Bondage, Fucked Silly
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Podrick Payne was not a particularly sneaky man. As a squire in pursuit of a knighthood, it made sense that he wouldn't have to ever really be sneaking around. After all, he was meant to wear armor and fight with sword and lance… eventually, anyways. While he'd fought valiantly in the Battle of the Blackwater, Podrick knew that he had a long way to go before he could possibly call himself a knight. He had so much more to learn.
Which was why he was currently so anxious and so stressed out. His Lord, Tyrion Lannister, had been accused of something most dastardly. The poisoning and murder of King Joffrey Baratheon, First of His Name. Podrick knew that Lord Tyrion hadn't done it, of course. He knew that his Lord was an honorable man, for all his whoremongering and drinking. As much as a man like Joffrey Baratheon deserved death (not that Podrick would ever say as much out loud, certainly not about a King) he knew that Tyrion would play no part in kinslaying.
Still, whoever HAD poisoned King Joffrey had been undeniably smart about it. After all, who else to pin it on, then the Imp? Who else to blame for the King's death than one of the most hated and reviled men in all of Westeros? Podrick Payne knew better. Podrick Payne knew what kind of man Tyrion truly was. But Pod was just a squire, and he was the Imp's squire at that.
There was nothing he could do in the face of the Queen's hatred for her younger brother. Queen Cersei wanted Lord Tyrion dead, even Podrick was observant enough to realize that. If she had it her way, there wouldn't even be a trial, there would just be an execution. But Tywin Lannister was not inclined to just go chopping off heads, even if Podrick knew that the Lord Paramount of the Westerlands hated his youngest son just as much as Cersei did.
To live such a life, to live not only as a half-man, crippled from birth, but also to live hated by one's entire family… Podrick's heart went out to Lord Tyrion, there was no doubt about that. It was half the reason that he could not betray the dwarf. His own honor and his loyalty being the other half. Given that she could not dispense justice as she saw fit, the Queen Mother had taken to stacking the deck against his Lord instead.
If Podrick didn't know better, he would have accused Queen Cersei herself of poisoning King Joffrey. But if there was one thing everyone was sure of; it was that the Queen Mother's love for her children was great. Likely even greater than her hatred for Lord Tyrion. However, she was so sure that he'd done it, so caught up in her grief, that she was aiming to work every angle in an effort to see her brother executed.
Podrick had turned down an offer of knighthood in exchange for implicating Lord Tyrion, when he saw Tyrion's woman, Shae, being escorted to the Queen's Chambers. Podrick himself had not been important enough to warrant a direct meeting with Queen Cersei, instead he'd been approached by the Queen's Men, and when he'd denied them, there had been vague threats that protecting his Lord would lead him to an early grave, and all that rot.
Podrick didn't much care about what happened to him. If he went down with Lord Tyrion, so be it. However, seeing the whore that Tyrion had fallen in love with being brought to the Queen's chambers, Podrick knew that he had to do something. It was… Shae was Tyrion's heart, from what Podrick had seen and heard in service to his Lord.
If he could save her from whatever tortures Cersei might inflict upon her, then Podrick would risk life and limb to do so. Which is what saw him going rather out of his way, climbing out onto a balcony of all things that led into the Queen's Chambers, just to see what was going on. He wasn't a sneaky man by any stretch of the word, but for now at least, Podrick believed himself unnoticed.
However, peering into the Queen's Chamber from the balcony he'd crept out onto, Podrick is surprised to find that, contrary to what he expected to see, Shae and Cersei are alone. Rather than Shae knelt on the floor, held by guards and possibly even tortured by them, the young woman is sat at a table across from the Queen, sharing… wine with her, of all things.
Frowning, Podrick tilts his head sideways so he can try to hear what they're talking about.
"… then we're agreed on what you will say at court, whore?"
"Y-Yes Your Grace…"
Cersei is quiet for a moment before speaking again.
"Repeat it back to me. I want to make sure you have it all right. I'm certainly paying enough that I'd better get my money's worth."
"Tyrion and Sansa p-planned the murder of King Joffrey together. She wanted revenge for her father, mother, and brother. She blamed their deaths on the King. Tyrion was happy to h-help. He hated Joffrey… he hated you… he hated Lord Tywin. He stole poison from the Grandmaester's Chamber, to put in Joffrey's wine."
Cersei hums her approval, even as Podrick's eyes widen in slow-dawning horror.
"And what if they ask how you came to know all of this, hm? What will you tell them then?"
"I-I will confess that I am h-his whore. I will t-tell them that he took me from a knight in Lord Tywin's service, that he threatened me and then placed me with Lady Sansa so he could have me whenever he wanted. I will h-humiliate him Your Grace, as you desire…"
It takes every ounce of Podrick's willpower not to leap from his hiding place right then and there. How could she do this? How could Shae betray Lord Tyrion in this manner? And the Queen… the Queen was eating it all up, a satisfied smile on her face, even as it masked the grief in her eyes.
"I'm sure you will. Because if you don't, if you fail me… the retrieval of my gold will be the least of your worries."
With that threat so blatantly given, Cersei reaches down and pulls a sack of coin up from the side of her chair. She drops it down on the table between them, and both Podrick and Shae's eyes go wide at the amount of money that must be in the bulging bag. Though, for different reasons. Podrick's first thought is that it's not nearly enough, that any amount is paltry in the face of betraying one's honor, one's Lord.
Shae's first thought is clearly far greedier, as she immediately reaches for the bag, only for Cersei's hand to come down upon her own, her nails digging into Shae's flesh as she leans forward.
"Am I clear, whore? Do you understand what happens if you fail to live up to your end of this bargain?"
Shae rapidly nods as Podrick holds his breath, wanting nothing more than to leap out and slay the both of them, right then and there. It would not be very knightly, but that's not what holds him back from slaying a Queen and a whore like they're equals. No, it's the fact that Lord Tyrion's case would not be helped, if his own squire was discovered to have assassinated the Queen Mother.
Helping Lord Tyrion is the only thing on Podrick's mind, as Cersei lets go of Shae's hand and Shae snatches up her coin, hurrying to stand and leave the Queen's Chambers. Podrick is quick to make his way back off of the balcony and into the Red Keep once she's gone, keeping his head down and taking the long way around to his ultimate destination. He needed time to contemplate what he'd just discovered, everything he just heard. And he didn't want to be caught stalking Cersei's new witness through the Red Keep…
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An hour later, Podrick steps into Shae's room, a small chamber a few minutes away from Sansa's old bedroom, so that the whore could best fulfill her duties as Sansa's handmaiden, when the Lady Stark was still here, of course. Now though, this part of the Red Keep is somewhat barren, and much to Podrick's pleasure, the Queen Mother has not seen fit to set any sort of guard outside of Shae's room. That's good, it gives him a chance to talk to Lord Tyrion's whore, to try and make her see reason.
"Pod? What are you doing here?"
Shae sounds surprised to see him, even as she hides the gold dragons that she'd been counting out quite smoothly with her body. If he hadn't known to look for them, he wouldn't have even seen the stacks of coin and the empty bag before she slid in front of it. Looking Shae in the eye, Podrick steps into the room. He's not armed, he hasn't been allowed to carry a sword since Lord Tyrion's arrest. But something of his anger must show in his face, because Shae pulls back, bumping her ass into the table where she'd been counting her coin as he approaches.
"You're going to betray Lord Tyrion. You're going to testify against him in court tomorrow."
Shae sputters at his blunt accusation, but all her denials merely make his jaw set in determination and anger.
"W-What? Don't be ridiculous! They don't know about Tyrion and I's relationship; they have no reason to call me to the sta-!"
"DO NOT LIE TO ME!"
Podrick Payne has never been a man quick to anger. But with what he'd heard, and an hour to let it simmer in his head, the young squire is most suitably enraged. Shae flinches in fear for a moment, but then seemingly decides he's nothing, that he's no threat to her, because the next thing Podrick knows, she's slapped him across the face. As his head turns from the blow, Shae's spine straightens and her jaw clenches as she juts her chin out in defiance.
"Get out!"
Under most normal circumstances, having raised his voice at a woman and then having been subsequently slapped by said woman, Podrick Payne would have followed her orders and left her alone. He was, at the end of the day, a good man. Perhaps not a knight yet, but then, most knights would have reacted poorly to being slapped by a whore anyways. No, it would have been because he had honor, more than anything else.
However, this was not normal circumstances. This… this WHORE had betrayed his Lord, was planning to betray his Lord, and Podrick was the only one who currently stood between Lord Tyrion and heartbreak. So instead of leaving, the young man takes a step forward, cornering Shae up against the table where she was counting her coin.
"I won't. Not until you admit it. Admit it!"
There's a moment's pause, and then the whore openly scoffs.
"Fine! Yes, I'm going to testify against Tyrion tomorrow! He can't protect me anymore, and I've realized he never could! I have to look after myself, first and foremost. As you should be doing! Do you think they won't cut off your head right alongside his, if you don't turn on him? You should take this opportunity for what it is!"
Stepping aside, Shae sweeps her hand towards the table behind her, towards her stacks of gold dragons.
"Look at what they were willing to pay a whore like me for my confession! Just imagine what they will give you! All you have to do is turn on that pathetic half-man an-AH!"
SMACK!
This time, it's Podrick who lashes out. The anger had been building in him from the moment that she began to speak, but when she continued on, confessing her true thoughts, confessing that she'd never actually cared for Lord Tyrion and only saw him as protection, the anger ignited into an inferno of rage. With a roar like that of a lion, Podrick backhands Shae across the face, spinning her about. Then, he grabs her by her hair, and does it again.
Harsh slaps, back and forth across the whore's face, eventually bring her to the ground. Podrick's anger is legendary, but at the same time, he knows that just a simple beating won't be enough to teach this… this treacherous little whore a lesson. He's never been this kind of man before, but for this kind of woman, he thinks he can make an exception. If she wants to act like a whore, then he'll treat her like one… and not in the way he handled those three whores Tyrion bought to take his virginity.
As Shae turns over onto her hands and knees and begins fearfully trying to crawl away from him, Podrick reaches down and grabs her. One hand clasps the back of her neck, while the other comes up between her legs, under her dress, and roughly pinches at her clit. Shae squeaks at this, her legs jerking from the abrupt pleasure and pain, and Podrick half-sneers, half-grins as he looms over her.
"P-Please, Pod, what are you doing?! Stop! Let me go!"
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.
Once more, Podrick pounds Shae's silk dress into one of her orifices, stuffing it up her asshole as assuredly as he'd stuffed it up her cunt. He forces the cum-soaked garment up into Shae's bowels just as he did her womb, and uses it as protection as well as lubricant, even as he ravages her tight anus with all of the might he'd just displayed on her cunt.
The whore SCREAMS, and Podrick is forced to cover her mouth with his hand, leaning over her to silence her and fuck her all at the same time. He piledrives into her from above, her legs bouncing with every thrust and her ankles nearly neck to her head as he rams into her ass, her entire body contorted and folded up in the process.
He's not going to stop, not now. Finally, Shae is getting what she deserves. There's no pleasure to be found here, with her slamming into her bowels with every thrust, his cock filling her back door and stretching her anus wide open in the process. Tears stream down the treacherous whore's cheeks, and her asshole, originally quite tight indeed, gives way under Podrick's onslaught. He doesn't slow down, he doesn't relent… not for anything.
His rod plunders Shae's hole and then some, and he fucks her through climax after climax, his seed pumping into her bowels as he cums time and time again. It's safe to say that the young man thoroughly loses track of time as he fucks Shae's ass. There are moments throughout the anal plundering of the whore that he even considers killing her.
It's not the first time he's thought about it, after all. He'd wanted to run both her and the Queen through, when he'd first heard how Cersei was going to have Shae betray Lord Tyrion. While he'd been walking around, he'd contemplated numerous ways that he could potentially get away with murder. It would be entirely unchivalrous, but there was still that small voice in the back of his head telling him to do it.
As he fucks her from above, as he forces his cock into her ass again and again, her body folded up, Podrick knows how easy it would be to reposition Shae just slightly… and snap her neck. The force that he's currently leveraging down upon her, the weight that he's putting on her body as he fucks and cums inside of her asshole, is only bearable for the sobbing whore because most of it is on her shoulders AND her neck. All Podrick would have to do was lean forward a bit more. All he would have to do was jerk Shae's upper body forward, and all of that weight would go on the woman's frail neck, breaking it, right then and there.
It was tempting and in the midst of his rage and grief, that alone was enough to pull Podrick out of it all, finally. The horror that he might be capable of killing someone, even a traitorous whore like Shae. Well, more accurately, the horror that he might be capable of killing a defenseless woman. Podrick had, after all, killed people before. At the Battle of the Blackwater, he'd fought valiantly in Lord Tyrion's defense, and even killed a Kingsguard when Ser Mandon Moore had attempted to murder Lord Tyrion during the battle.
Not that anyone ever knew about that particular kill. After the battle, Lord Tyrion had been stripped of his position as Hand of the King by his arriving father, and it had not been politically appropriate to accuse a slain Kingsguard of trying to kill the Imp, especially when it would have revealed who actually slew the Kingsguard. In the end, that particular kill of Podrick's would likely always remain secret.
But that didn't change the fact that he WAS a killer. As kind and gentle and loyal as he tried to be, Podrick Payne was a squire, taught the way of the sword, and a man grown and blooded on the field of battle. He had killed, and he likely would kill again, though in service to who, he knew not. But at the end of the day… Podrick would not kill Shae.
Resisting the urge to take that lurch forward and snap the catatonic whore's neck, Podrick finally pulls out of her ruined asshole. This time, her cum-soaked silks remain stuck up in the whore, leaving her looking absolutely absurd as Podrick takes his mostly clean cock out of her and lets her fall to the ground. She's not dead, but she may as well be dead to the world, because she lays there splayed out, her limbs in every direction, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her tongue lolling out of her mouth.
She twitches, here and there, but makes no move to stand up, and it's obvious that words in general have utterly failed her. That's good. Podrick doesn't want to hear anything else that the whore has to say. However… he does need to decide what to do with her now. The funny thing was, if it weren't for what Cersei intended for her, Podrick probably wouldn't have to do anything at all. If he were just a squire and Shae were just a whore, this would be where he left her laying on the ground, insensate.
But neither of them were so easily reduced down to their base parts anymore. Shae the Whore was now a direct threat to Lord Tyrion… and Podrick Payne was the only man who could keep her silent. His jaw sets, and Podrick begins to move. First, he collects the gold stacks on the table back into their bag. Then, he makes sure there's no evidence of a struggle left in the room. After which, he wraps Shae up in more of her silks, and carries the catatonic whore away.
Luckily, as mentioned before, there is a lot less presence in this part of the Red Keep, after Sansa's flight from the capital. Podrick is able to sneak away, even with Shae's insensate form bundled up in his arms. All he needs is a chance… and he happily takes it.
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Podrick Payne walks through the halls of the Red Keep with his head held high, his Lannister doublet freshly cleaned, and his sword and dagger back at his sides. He walks with the confidence of a man squiring for the Kingslayer himself, who is allowed to go most places without being questioned, without being told what to do.
Though, when he does stop in front of a particular door, locked from the outside, Podrick does look left and right to make sure no eyes are on him. Then, he pulls out a key and unlocks the door, stepping inside and closing it behind him. There's a throaty moan from the bed as he does so, and when Podrick turns away from the door, it's to regard his… prisoner.
Shae the Whore lays on the bed, bound by her own silks at her ankles and wrists. Her mouth is gagged, and there's a blindfold over her eyes. All she knows is that someone's entered the room. But by this point, she's learned better than to think it might be someone other than him. Clenching his jaw, Podrick walks over to Shae's side, looking down at the whore.
After a moment, he reaches out and pulls the gag and blindfold off of her.
"It's over."
Shae looks at him fearfully, but also longingly. Her body is naked now and covered in sweat. In fact, the only parts of her covered in are her wrists, ankles… and crotch. He'd continued to fuck her, to make her pay for her crimes against Lord Tyrion. As the trial had progressed and things had gotten worse and worse, Podrick had gotten rougher and rougher. However, he'd never fucked her directly. Always, the silks that Lord Tyrion had bought for her, had been a barrier between them. Stuffed up inside of her orifices, Podrick had used the increasingly cum-coated silks to stop his cock from every actually touching Shae's insides.
And yet, that didn't seem to have stopped Shae from falling in lust with him. Even fucking her ass didn't hurt her as Podrick wanted any longer. She would cum even from that, experiencing the 'anal orgasms' that those whores Tyrion had hired for him had told him about. It was… pitiful. She was pitiful, if Podrick forgot for a moment what she'd intended to do with Tyrion.
Not that it mattered in the end, Podrick supposed. As Shae trembles quietly beneath him, the young man, always so slow to anger, snarls and reaches out, giving one of her naked breasts a harsh slap. She whimpers, having learned better than to cry out by now, biting her tongue instead, since he'd already pulled out the gag.
"I suppose you'll be happy to learn that Tyrion was found guilty anyways, in the end. It didn't matter that you weren't there to betray him, Cersei simply produced more fake witnesses. But he's not to die, at least. From what Ser Jaime tells me, Lord Tywin and Lord Tyrion have made a deal. He's going to go join the Night's Watch. He's going to take the Black."
Podrick snarls and slaps Shae's breasts again. They're already red and covered in bite marks. He hasn't been gentle with her, that's for sure. She whimpers once more, but Podrick doesn't fail to notice how the whore arches her back up into the blow, rather than shying away from it. Even this, his casual abuse of her, has become something she enjoys, somehow. It disgusts him, in more ways than one.
"Oh, and I suppose I'm squire to Ser Jaime Lannister now. What he's going to do with me, I don't know. Better than what the Queen Mother would like to do with me though, I imagine. Unlike you, I refused to turn on Lord Tyrion. Not to her face, but I spurned the offer presented by her men. Whether or not Ser Jaime can protect me from her or not… well, I suppose we shall see."
Reaching out, Podrick grabs hold of Shae's jaw and tightens his grip on it. He's become such a changed man, since that day weeks ago, when he'd eavesdropped on Cersei and Shae. He still tries to uphold the tenants of the Knighthood he hopes to someday join; he still wants to be a GOOD man… but it's hard to do so when confronted with such vile women as this one, such vile women as the QUEEN of the Seven Kingdoms, even.
"Margaery Tyrell is to marry Tommen Lannister, since Joffrey is now dead. Can't happen soon enough, I figure. The faster that they dethrone Cersei, the better."
Squeezing Shae's jaw in his gloved fingers, Podrick can feel it straining, can feel that applying just a bit more pressure would allow him to break it, leaving her unable to speak, and unable to use her tongue and mouth until it healed again. But… he has no need to silence her. He doesn't need to break her jaw or cut out her tongue. Grinning somewhat macabre down into Shae's eyes, Podrick shrugs his shoulders.
"As for you… well, I'm sure you can imagine what would happen if you showed your face around the Lannisters, ever again. Given that it seems like you took Cersei's gold and ran, well, she didn't waste any time in having you named as a co-conspirator to the very people you planned to betray."
The fear in Shae's eyes is overwhelming the lust and longing now, and it's not merely directed at him anymore. Podrick chuckles darkly, even as he begins to undo her bindings, first her feet, and then her wrists. Slowly, the whore sits up, pulling her legs to her chest. She looks like quite the wounded bird as she stares at him with wide eyes, as if she thinks HE'S going to help her, or save her, or something.
Podrick snorts derisively, though he resists the urge to backhand her across the face again, as he so desperately wants to. Instead, he takes a step away, a humorless smile on his face.
"Lord Tyrion left yesterday. At the very least, I can be secure in the knowledge that he will never see you again. He will never know of your betrayal."
"W-What… what will I do now?"
Shae's voice is raspy as she stares at him imploringly, despite the fact that Podrick never once used her mouth or throat. He didn't want his cock to ever truly touch her, and stuffing silk down her esophagus would have been an easy way to end her life. Instead, he'd settled for using her lower orifices. But that didn't stop her voice from being raspy from sheer disuse, the gag he'd put in her mouth every time he left her these last two weeks keeping her from talking much.
For a moment, Podrick just stares at the whore. Then, he shrugs, neither laughing in her face nor roaring at her in rage. He's strangely drained, when it comes to Shae the Whore. She's… not worth his time, any longer.
"Why should I care? Sneak out, I suppose. If you're stupid, you'll find work here in King's Landing plying your trade right under the Queen's nose until she or one of her people catches you. I imagine Cersei will torture you long and hard for betraying her. If you're smart, you'll go to Essos. That's where you're from originally, is it not? Best to run home now, whore. My Lord no longer requires your services."
He goes to turn and leave, but Shae stops him, scrambling off the bed and immediately falling flat on her face from the weakness in her limbs. Still, Podrick stays still and watches as she claws her way across the floor to his feet, kissing his boots and then grabbing onto his legs as she looks up at him hopefully.
"W-What about you, good ser? I could… I c-could serve you. You've certainly partaken of my s-services enough to know I'm worth the coin, these last two weeks."
Now, Podrick backhands her. It's a combination of her daring to be so presumptuous, and once again referring to him as a 'ser' when they both know he's no knight yet. Shae cries out as she's spun away from him, falling to the ground and holding her cheek. Tears have welled up in her eyes by the time she looks up at him again, but Podrick feels absolutely nothing besides utter disdain for the bitch before him.
"You're worth nothing to me, whore. You never were. Be thankful that I didn't decide to silence you permanently. Get off of Westeros, because the next time I see you, I won't be so kind."
And THEN he leaves, and despite the barbarity and debauchery that Podrick has engaged in these past two weeks at Shae's expense, he does so with his head held high. It'd been for Lord Tyrion, and even if he couldn't save his Lord from the Wall, at least he'd saved him from the heartbreak of learning how little the whore truly thought of their relationship.
Letting out a level sigh, Podrick leaves the abandoned part of the Red Keep where he'd been keeping Shae behind, and makes his way back to Ser Jaime Lannister's side. He had a feeling that he wouldn't be long for the Ser's service, be it because Ser Jaime sent him away to protect him from Cersei, or because the Queen got to him before Ser Jaime could do so… but either way, Podrick Payne intended to serve the Ser until he could no longer. If nothing else, for Jaime's brother, Lord Tyrion, and the multitude of kindnesses that the dwarf had done for him.
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