When the dungeon door finally came open behind her again, Cersei threw a fit. She was well beyond the point of worrying about upholding her royal demeanor by then. She'd been left on her belly, tied down to the bed for what felt like an eternity. Her hands bound tightly above her head and staked to the headpost; her feet roped and staked similarly down at the opposite end. She was all stretched out and stiff and sore and furious.
And she was naked, save for the thin grip of her small clothes hugging her waist and upper thighs.
Her hands curled to fists and hammered at the bedding beneath them. Her teeth sunk deeply into her knotted gag. Her eyes widened enough to put a slight pinch of pain in her brow and cheeks. She craned her head around so her abductor could see her rage.
By then, Margaery's smirk was her trademark, and it was only as infuriating to look upon as it was insolent. The young woman did not seem perturbed in the slightest by Cersei's rage or struggling. She only sauntered closer in her long, lapis, dress and lowered herself to the edge of the bedding beside Cersei's hip. She threw a lock of chestnut brown hair over her shoulder and licked at her shapely lips.
"You see? I've returned to you as I said I would, Queen Cersei. Are you happy to have me back?" Her voice was soft and malicious, like the gentle creep of a poisonous spider walking up Cersei's spine. "Have you thought about what I said?"
Cersei hammered her fists down again, nostrils flaring as she glared up at her captor. She pulled at her ropes till it hurt.
Margaery's look was measured. "I'll take that as a yes." From inside the bodice of her dress, a short dagger was drawn. The torch beside the bed put an orange sheen on its fine point. Cersei's eyes were drawn to the thing as it moved beside her. She felt the cool kiss of the steel against her ribs and jerked aside with a yelp into her gag. Then the tip was angled up to hook under the line of her underwear.
"Nrm!" Cersei roared as realization sunk in, but by then it was too late.
The last bit of her clothing came away with a simply twist of Margaery's wrist. The blade cut easily through the thin cloth, then the Tyrell girl had Cersei's underwear dangling between her fingertips. She laughed at it, as if she'd caught some silly pest intruding upon whatever sick game she was playing at, then tossed the ruined things aside. Her eyes moved to Cersei's behind.
There was a cool breeze that always moved through the dungeons. It was faint enough to be imperceptible once you were accustomed to it. Cersei's rear end was not accustomed to it, however. Bare and exposed, she felt the wind grazing softly across her cheeks. Unintentionally, she whimpered into her gag as she shifted about in her restraints, looking for some way to conceal herself. Of course, there was none. Her captor had seen to that long ago.
The playfulness in Margaery's eyes vanished as she reached out and laid a small, soft hand on the curve of Cersei's buttocks. She squeezed at the flesh there, and her pretty white teeth came out to bite at her lower lip.
Cersei drove her shins and knees down against the bedding and shook her head. "Nrm!" She protested, more frustrated than ever that she couldn't talk.
"Silence," Margaery commanded of her, and when the young woman turned a stern look on her, there was a sudden regality in her eyes. Her back straightened. Her chin lifted just so slightly. Her mouth set in a straight line. Her slender fingers pinched again at Cersei's butt, hard enough this time to put a little sting in the gesture.
"Hrrnf!" Cersei grunted incredulously.
"I told you to be silent," Margaery warned. "Another sound and I'll punish you, Cersei." Her fingers pinched again, even harder now.
Cersei couldn't help another growl into her gag.
The dungeon walls echoed with the sharp sound of flesh against flesh. Margery's hand had come down hard directly across Cersei's cheeks.
For a moment, the Queen could only stare up at the woman who'd slapped her, a little rectangle of pain tingling across her buttocks. She wrapped her lips tightly around her gag as she swallowed. The simple gesture suddenly felt difficult.
"If you are to act like a child, I shall treat you as one, my Queen," Margaery cooed. One of her finely groomed eyebrows lifted as her lips curled into a grin. "Are you going to behave yourself now, or must you be spanked again?"
The shock of the moment was waning. Red hot anger rose in its place. Cersei balled her fists tighter and bit her gag.
"Insolence in your pretty eyes," Margaery explained casually, then rose her hand high and drove it down hard across Cersei's rear end again.
The dungeon filled with the crack of her punishment. Cersei arched her back and roared indignation into her gag. "Hrrrng!"
"I've warned you about that big mouth of yours," Margaery told her and spanked her again.
Cersei snapped her head sideways to widen a glare on her. She was only vaguely aware that her cheeks were starting to turn numb as she fumed.
The delight oozed from Margaery's expression as Cersei's eyes saw her lips for the words: "Insolence."
Cersei watched her tormentor's hand go up, come down. Another crack; another sting of pain driving up from between her legs up to her breasts.
"Shmp thmf rimme mow!" Cersei demanded, shouting around the knot of her gag. "Ymmm cmmf dmg thnf tmm mme!"
"Mouth again."
Crack. Margaery's fingers were like cold ice now every time they came barreling down against Cersei's rear end.
In desperation, Cersei threw herself down flat against the bed, ground her teeth against the gag between them to shut herself up, and laid as still as stone. She was breathing hard, though whether from anger, fear, or… something else, she did not know.
"There's an obedient Queen," Margaery cooed. Cersei felt the young woman's hand fall back on her rear end, but gently this time. She slid her fingers over the numb patch of flesh she'd left, crept them up to the base of Cersei's spine, and ran a long line with the tip of one of her fingers up her back. When her hand moved up into Cersei's long blond locks, it curled up and took a fistful of her hair. When she yanked back, Cersei had no choice but to arch her neck and back.
Cersei winced as Margaery kept a firm hold on her hair. She squeezed her eyes shut and barred her teeth. When the Tyrell girl yanked her head back further, Cersei couldn't contain another whimper.
"Quiet," Margaery demanded of her, using her free hand to reach around and grip Cersei's chin tightly between thumb and forefinger.
Cersei made her eyes open. Margaery's head was right beside hers then. Their eyes met.
Margaery sent a look up and down the length of her. "I'm going to take your gag out. Don't you say a word, Cersei. I'm warning you. I will have your lips sewn shut if you even think about it. Do you understand me?" When Cersei didn't respond right away, Margaery's fist tightened in her hair and yanked her head back a little further. "Do you?"
"Mmm!" Cersei meekly hummed with a slight nod of her head.
"Good." Margaery released her hair and threw her head down against the bedding. She untied and removed Cersei's gag.
Cersei licked at her lips and panted. The sensation of being able to close her mouth fully was foreign to her after being muzzled for so long. She pressed her lips together and didn't dare open them. She knew the little whore would gag her again at the drop of a pin if she so desired to.
"Turn," Margaery commanded of her. Her hands worked under one of Cersei's sides and dug into her flesh there. She started tugging until Cersei worked with her to roll first onto her side, then onto her back. She lay flat, catching her breath as she stared up at the ceiling. Her bare breasts heaved as she did. She noticed Margaery watching them and wished she'd been left a blanket to cover herself.
"Do you like what I did to you, mother?" Margaery asked her. "Having your royal bum spanked raw?"
Cersei looked at her, but kept her mouth firmly shut.
Margaery grinned. "You may speak."
"No," Cersei said, surprised at how hoarse her voice had grown. She cleared her throat. "Why, in the names of the Gods, would I enjoy have my behind lashed like some child? This insolence… this, this humiliation you're forcing upon me? I assure you I will not forget it when I free myself. What are you looking at me like that for? Surely you didn't think you were seducing me with this nonsense?" For the first time, Margaery looked a bit taken aback by her words. Cersei seized the opportunity to continue. "Don't look so surprised, girl. Your eyes have lingered on every inch of me since you forced me to undress. I know what this is. It's as I said before. You're a whore, Margaery Tyrell. Be it with man or woman, a whore will whore." She made a smile come to her face.
Margaery slapped it right off her. The blow wasn't hard, not nearly as hard as the ones had come against her rear end, but it was enough to shut her up and sting a bit.
"Do you want your royal behind spanked raw, mother dear?" Margaery asked.
Cersei swallowed her pride, bit back on her anger, ignored the lingering sting on the side of her face, and shook her head.
"Then you'd be wise to watch your words from now on," Margaery warned her.
Cersei held her eyes. For a moment, a lingering silence laid heavy between them. Cersei grew tired and filled it. "You desire me," she said; it wasn't a question.
Margaery's gaze travelled playfully down the length of Cersei's naked body. They held on the tips of her breasts before returning to her eyes. "Perhaps," she confessed with a lift of her chin. "Of all the terrible things you are, Cersei, you do also happen to be quite beautiful. I won't deny you that."
"Untie my hands if that's what you desire," Cersei told her, spreading her fingers and tugging at the binds on her wrists forced above her head to remind Margaery they were still there. "Release me from my restraints and I will… satisfy you." Her thoughts turned inexorably to Robert, long ago now, drunk and red faced and crawling on top of her in the middle of the night. There had been plenty of those occasions during their marriage. She grimaced. "It wouldn't be the first time pleasuring someone whom I despise."
"Why, mother," Margaery began with a playful grin. "I do believe if I untied your hands, you'd wrap them around my pretty throat and squeeze till the life ran out of me."
Cersei rubbed her fingers together, enjoying the image as it played in her head. She forced a grin of her own to match her captor's. "I suppose there's only one way to find that out. Release me."
"I think not." Margaery pursed her lips, twirled a lock of chestnut brown hair around her finger, then slowly rose to a stand with a long sigh.
Cersei watched her cautiously; prey studying its predator's movement.
Margaery made her way to the foot of the bed and stood there a moment with her back turned to the bed. Then her hands came up and found the shoulders of her dress. She peeled them aside, revealing the pretty skin of her back and shoulder blades. The dress slipped further down, with some help from Margaery's fingers, till it bunched around the curve of her hips. The Tyrell girl hesitated there before wiggling and tugging herself the rest of the way out of the dress. It fell to the floor and pooled around her feet.
When she turned back around, she was almost completely exposed, saver her underwear. Her breasts, befitting a girl her age, were perky and full. Her belly was flat; her hips shapely. Cersei rolled her eyes and did her best to wear a grimace… but Margaery's youthful attractiveness was undeniable, and somewhere deep inside her, a lioness's hunger woke, eager to be fed.
Cersei swallowed. "What pretty little teats you have, girl. It will be a true shame when I have them cut off as punishment for my kidnapping."
Margaery only smiled at the threat. The gesture served to further fuel Cersei's frustrations. Even her words were losing their power. She pulled at the ropes keeping her all tied up, despising their insufferable hold.
"Don't struggle, my Queen," Margaery told her, stepping out of the blue puddle that was her dress and kicking it aside with a long bare leg. "I know you desire to put your hands on me, but yourhands, unfortunately, are staying bound." Her eyes moved over Cersei's nakedness, long lashes falling slowly up and down as she chewed her bottom lip. She slowly lowered to her knees at the foot of the bed and laid her palms flat on the bedding beside Cersei's legs.
Cersei squirmed a bit. "Gods, what are you doing now…"
Margaery's reply was a flash of her wicked grin, nothing more. She let a hand trickle slowly across her own collarbone, the tips of her fingers dragging down her chest to circle her little pink nipples. She lowered herself a bit more, white teeth nibbling at her lower lip. Her hands reached out and cupped Cersei's feet, then her lips were against the bottoms of her toes, kissing.
Cersei watched her, unsure of how she felt. "What are you doing?"
"Silence," Margaery commanded, giving the arches of Cersei's feet another peck before sliding her hands around her bound ankles and running her fingers up the sides of her legs. Margaery crawled up onto the bedding, her weight shifting the entire bed beneath them. The girl came crawling forward, her head lowered to dot little lines of kisses up Cersei's bare legs.
By then, Cersei was fighting against an uncomfortable tension stirring between her legs. She felt her breath quicken involuntarily, her skin flush. She made her anger drown the feeling out. "Stop what you're doing," she growled. "This is ridiculous."
Margaery did stop, but only long enough to roll her eyes and fix Cersei with a reproachful look. For a moment, Cersei thought the girl might reach out and strike her again. The moment passed, though, and all Margaery did was jolt herself forward, plant her palms on either side of Cersei's head, and lean in to kiss her.
Their lips met. Margaery's eyes closed, Cersei's shot wide open. The girl's kiss was soft and warm, lingering gently against her before pulling away. Cersei grimaced and began to shout her protest at such a lewd act at once, but Margaery's hand clamped firmly over her mouth before she could get a word out.
"Don't talk," Margaery commanded of her. The girl's eyes were drawn to half-mast as they flittered lazily between Cersei's own. "I want to fuck you, Cersei."
Cersei swallowed. She was helpless but to stare up at her captor. The tension between her legs drew more taught. She squirmed a bit beneath the younger woman's weight, suddenly aware of where Margaery's nakedness was pressed against her own.
"Will you use your mouth on me, mother?" Margaery asked with a grin. "Or shall I gag it again?" She remove her hand.
"W-What are you going on about?" Cersei questioned. "This is ridiculous. This… this is rape."
"So it is," Margaery replied with a shrug. She crawled her way further up the bed, her nakedness dragging up against Cersei's own. She slid up the bedding till her knees were planted on either side of Cersei's breasts. She slid her hands down her belly, over the curves of her hipbones, and moved them inside her inner thighs. Cersei's gaze was drawn there. A little patch of brown hair was waiting. Beneath it, Margaery's swollen womanhood.
"What are you doing, you whore!?" Cersei growled.
"Use your mouth and be gentle, Queen Cersei, or I'll punish you." Margaery inched forward on her knees. When her labia were practically pressed to Cersei's throat, she reached down, took a handful of hair at the back of Cersei's head, and forced her forward.
Cersei tried to shout again, but then her mouth was forced around Margaery's pussy. The taste of the girl's womanhood filled Cersei's tongue as her face was pressed deep between Margaery's thighs.
"Oh," the Tyrell girl moaned almost immediately, her fingers tightening in the back of Cersei's hair.
"Mmmmph," Cersei breathed, wincing as her lips were forced to cover Margaery's own. She squirmed her jaw about, but all it accomplished was suckling at the girl's labia. Margaery moaned again and used her free hand to reach up and claw at her breast. Cersei watched the act with a rage sweltering inside of her. She bucked her hips and tried throwing the girl off her, but when she shouted again, it only gave the girl another kiss between the legs. "Hmmmmf!"
"Oh!" Margaery wailed, pressing Cersei more tightly against her. "More, my Queen!"
Cersei shook her head, but even that only further pleasured the girl. She closed her eyes and balled her fists and tried laying as still as possible in hopes the whole thing would end sooner rather than later. Margaery tugged at her hair and inched back enough to give her some breathing room.
"You… disgusting… whore!" Cersei cried between breaths. She still had the taste of the girl's womanhood and sweat on her tongue.
Margaery only smiled. "I knew I'd find use for that big mouth of yours, mother dear." Playfully, she pulled at Cersei's hair again, forcing her head left and right as she laughed. "Do you know what you're going to be now, Cersei? I've just decided." She leaned closer and raised her brow eagerly. "You're to be my sex slave."
"I'll kill you," Cersei hissed.
"You'll do as I say," Margaery corrected with a haughty raise of her chin, "and you'll like it. Or, perhaps, you'll learn to like it. I possess you, Cersei Lannister. I can do with you what I please. And you're going to pleasure me. Whenever I so desire."
"Never," Cersei said with a shake of her head.
"You can fight me. I rather like that fiery part of you anyhow. But in the end you will submit to me." Margaery let her hand slide between her thighs again. Her fingers disappeared in the little brown bush there. Her eyes closed and she bit at her bottom lip. "I can just imagine all the fun you and I are going to have."
"If you put your filthy woman parts near my mouth again, I'll bite them," Cersei warned.
"You'll do no such thing." Margaery cupped her free hand around one of Cersei breasts, moved her thumb and forefinger to either side of Cersei's pink nipple, and gave it a pinch. Cersei yelped and winced and Margaery's smile broadened. "Or your punishment will be severe."
Her nipple still stinging, Cersei narrowed her eyes alongside her contempt up at the girl. "I will escape this… this torture. And when I do, girl… you'll beg me for death long before it comes. You have my promise."
Margaery giggled and slipped the gag back into her mouth. "You'll be a hard one to break, Cersei… but broken you will be."
And with that, she stood, collected her dress, pulled it back down around herself, and left the room.
For a long time, Cersei only lay staring at the closed door. But broken you will be. Margaery's voice played over and over in her head until an inner voice of Cersei's own met it. We'll see about that, whore… we'll see.