'I apologize, your grace, but I must insist I accompany you two. I have sworn to keep the young King safe at all times.'

'It is truly heart-warming how dutiful you are, Ser Osney. But please, I merely want some alone time with my beloved husband. We are only taking a stroll in the garden, that is all. There are plenty of guards already stationed there. We don't need another following at our heels.

'Don't you worry, your Grace.' Said a bemused girl, wrapping herself around Osney's arm. 'You love birds run along, me and Elinor will keep the handsome Knight company.' Margaery smiled at her two friends, blowing them a sweet kiss before closing the door behind them.

The remaining three stayed in Margaery's room, the Knight becoming more uncomfortable by the second. 'What a poor guard dog we have here.' The girl said beside him, pressing her soft breasts against him. 'Are you sad because Margaery doesn't give you the same attention she gives King Tommen?'

'Don't tease the poor boy, Megga.' Elinor laughed, planting herself on the other side of Osney. 'He can't help how he feels.'

Ser Osney felt his manhood rise as he glanced back and forth between the ladies. Elinor had beautiful delicate features, one would expect from a woman of noble blood. She had dark-blonde hair and a luring smile that brought her on par with Margaery. Megga on the other hand was more blessed with her womanly curves, and auburn hair. When Osney was with her, he liked to pretend he was making love to Sansa Stark.

Megga placed her hand on the inside of his thigh, gently rubbing, inching teasingly closer to his erection. Elinor pressed her hands against his chest, pushing him down against the bed. She was inches away from his face, looking deep into his eyes.

'Looks like you will have to settle with us. Are we not lucky, aye Megga?'

'Very lucky.' Megga cooed, unbuckling the knight's trousers. Osney felt the cool air on his genitals before the girl's hand wrapped around his cock. The man moaned over the sensation. Elinor brushed her lips against his, she nibbled teasingly before pulling away. Megga began licking the side of his cock, causing him to moan deeply.

Megga always gave the best blowjobs, Osney knew. It was her plump lips and eager tongue that added to her craft. 'She was on par with those exquisite whores in Chataya's Brothel', Osney would constantly tell his brothers.

Elinor kissed him again more aggressively this time. It was wet and shameless, their tongues intermingled passionately. Osney's mind succumbed to the erotic bliss the two girls created. Only after his member entered the warm cavern that was Megga's vagina did he snap back to reality. He looked at her in surprise. She sat on top of him, her dress raised to her hips, staring at him in impish delight. She had never given him this hole before. It was everything he imagined and more. Her young wet pussy hugged him tightly. She's gonna milk me dry. He realized.

Elinor gave him a twisted look. 'Don't get too comfy, you're gonna put in some work yourself.' She stood on the bed, raising her dress high to reveal her naked bare ass and plump vagina. She then sat down, knees sprawled on either side of him, her nether region inches from his mouth. 'Now get to work Ser…..' She squealed girlishly before her voice converted to a soft moan. She looked back at him, genuinely flustered. 'You idiot, that's not my pussy…..' She moaned louder, gipping her breast in euphoric pleasure. Osney showed little concern, he continued licking her butthole, spreading her pudgy ass-cheeks apart.

Megga took notice of her friend, her expression, her moans, it was so vulnerable. She leaned over to Elinor, grasping her by the cheeks she enveloped her in a passionate wet kiss. Elinor could do very little at this moment, being used at both ends like this was too much, she lost all sense of motor function.

Megga then broke off the kiss, spit trailing between them. The voluptuous girl convulsed, her body twitching in pleasure before going limp. Her head rested on Elinor's shoulder, panting like a dog. Elinor didn't quite understand what happened until she looked down at the fluid trailing down Osney's thighs. Finally Megga spoke. 'D…di…did he just cum inside me?'

During the warm night, Osmund stood diligently outside Cersei's chambers. Temptations filled his mind like usual. Standing outside while a gorgeous Queen slept soundly in her chambers. 'This is when a knight's virtues are truly tested.' Osmund muttered amusingly.

'Kingsguards are not meant to smile while on post, Ser Osmund.'

Osmund looked up in surprise as the Kingslayer marched towards him. 'Ser Jaime…..' The knight bowed. '...how are things?'

Jaime's face made no expression, he stared at Osmund as if he was made of stone. 'That is 'Lord Commander' to you, Ser. Your illiteracy is no excuse for your leisurely speech, understand?'

Osmund straightened his posture. 'Yes, Lord Commander.' Jaime looked no more pleased.

'I have come to tell you that I will be leaving on the morrow.'

'Leaving, my Lord?' He was genuinely puzzled. 'It seemed like only yesterday you had returned.'

'Yes well…..the council believes that the siege at Riverrun is progressing too slowly for their liking. I'm to personally speed things along.'

'For how long?'

Jaime anticipated this question. I can already see the gears turning in that little head of yours. 'As long as it takes, it's a siege not a mummer's performance.' He said callously. 'I have already made arrangements, while I'm gone Ser Loras has command.'

The corner of Osmund's mouth twitched. 'The boy?'

'You question my decision?'

'Not at all, my Lord. If you believe the boy is qualified for command, then so do I.'

'I wouldn't have chosen him If I didn't.' Osmund bowed in agreement. 'Good, you can return to your duties.' Jaime walked away without another glance.

Pompous prick. Osmund thought. The Tyrell boy of all people. What a joke. He fumed over the very thought of taking orders from the adolescent. But then a different thought creeped into his brain, making his manhood gorge. Cersei's soft lips wrapped around his member. He couldn't suppress the lustful smile on his face. That's right, Lord Commander. Go play hero in the swamp, I'll remain here, taking good care of your dearest sister.

'Just what the hell are you grinning about?' Said a familiar voice.

'Eh…..what?' Osney stood in front of him with a disturbed look on his face. 'Brother, I didn't see you…..'

'Good thing it was me and not some poor Handmaiden. The mere sight of you would have made her run in fright.'

Osmund took hold of his brother's arm, leading him into an empty corridor. 'Good news Osney…..'

'I sure hope so….' He said skeptical.

'Jaime Lannister is being sent to the Riverlands.'

'He is? But he's the Lord Commander. Why would the Council send him, he just left the Riverlands.'

Osmund mused. 'I don't think it was the council brother. I think Jaime had a little spat with the Queen regent.'

'Heh, I shouldn't be surprised. Cersei's been furious with him lately.'

'Ay, and now that her brother is out of the picture, our plans become a lot more attainable.' Osney looks sullen at that moment. 'What's your progress with Margaery?'

'There is no progress.'

'What, how hard is it to bed a slutty Queen.'

'Quite hard, apparently. But it doesn't matter anymore.'

Osmund gave a queer look. 'And why is that?'

'I spoke with the Queen regent today. She's decided to change tactics. I'm to go straight to the High Septon and "confess" everything myself.'

'And just how does this confession carry any legitimacy?'

'Because Margaery's little Bard is going to confess as a witness.'

Osmund's expression's become one of amusement. 'Well, I guess our dear Queen has it all figured out. It will be a lot simpler this way, I admit. But be honest, your disappointed you won't get to fuck Margaery.' Osmund teased.

'It's alright, at least I had some fun with Elinor and Megga.' Then a little smirk formed on Osney's lips. ' And Cersei was a nice consolation prize.'

Osmund looked at his brother in denial. 'No, you didn't…..' Osney wasn't able to hold back his devious smile any longer. 'That's twice now, you little bastard.' Osmund wrapped an arm around Osney's shoulders, shaking him in brotherly fashion. 'You know how fucking jealous I am?' The two laughed like they were two young boys again.

'Don't be too jealous…..' He chuckled. '...I still have to go to the wall after all this.'

The two brothers laughed who-heartedly, taking no notice of the girl hiding behind the column, listening to every word.

Margaery looked around sheepishly. She cursed to herself to act natural, but her body still shook. When things were usually uncertain, she could always find strength through her Grandmother. She was truly fearless, Margaery thought. But this time, she was plotting behind Olena's back. This feels wrong. She thought to herself. This whole plan feels stupid.

The smart thing to do was to tell her Grandmother immediately. But that would result in further questions, questions she didn't want to answer. So what if I have been fooling around with other men. I did it plenty back in Highgarden. But she remembered Olena's warnings when they first entered Kingslanding. 'This is no place to act on emotion. If anyone catches you doing something you shouldn't, you can throw your ambitions out the window, understand?' Damn that bard, I thought I could trust him. And damn those Kettleblacks, I knew they smelt rotten the moment I laid eyes on them.

When Alla first told Margaery what she had heard, tears rolled down the girl's cheeks. It took everything to calm her friend down. Margaery was shocked, Alla seemed more upset than herself. The poor girl was never meant for this kind of game. I should have left her at Highgarden. She thought.

Margery walked out into the Garden, it was there that she met the man in the dark cloak. 'Is everything in order then?'

'Ay, we have a secluded spot picked out. Our men will be ready to jump the bastard. The knight won't make it anywhere near the Great Sept.'

'Good, here's half the payment. You'll get the other half after the job is done'

The man took the bag of coins and held it curiously, lopping it in the air casually and catching it, as if weighing it. 'Why do you want this Knight dead so much? He break your heart?'

'That's my business.'

'You're smart for your age, I'll give you that. Still, you're playing a grown man's game. You should have stuck to tea parties and dancing, like the other ladies. It keeps you out of trouble.'

'I can take care of myself.'

'You don't even know when you've already lost.' Three more men walked into the garden, also wearing rags and tattered cloaks.

Margery looked at them with contempt. 'What is this? You were supposed to come alone.'

The man slapped her across the face. She stumbled, holding her cheek. 'The Queen knew of this plot before it even began.' The other three closed in on her. She had nowhere to run. They held both her arms, while the first man ripped her bodice open, displaying large pink breasts. Margery trembled. 'Relax woman, the Queen did not order us to kill you, only humble you.'

Two men then pulled her over to the fountain nearby, and tossed her in. She squealed as she hit the water. She stood, soaked to the bone. Her dress stuck to her skin, showing every curvature of her mature body. Before she even regained her awareness, the men had stripped their cloaks off and stood staring with their erect cocks. They were on her, restraining her arms and pinning her against the fountain walls. As her face was pressed against the wet stone, one man rolled up her dress, pressing his cock against her pussy.

'Please…don't…' She trembled like a child. 'I am the Queen, but if you do this, they will toss me aside.'

The man behind her smiled. 'Really? I'll be honest, that just turns me on even more. Perhaps afterward, you can come with us, we will always have use for you. You have my word.'

Tears rolled down her cheeks. 'No…..please….' The man slowly inserted his cock, making sure she felt every inch of it. She gasped and grunted as the tip slid in, by the time he was three inches deep, she was squealing like a little girl. And finally once all seven inches was stretching her pussy, her womb bled.

'Holy shit, she really was a Maiden.' One remarked.

'Guess I win, you owe me thirty silver stags.'

'To hell with the bet, boys. We're all winners today.' Said the main thug, clasping each on the shoulder. These men are sadistic, I should never have trusted such rogues. Margery then pushed against the man behind her, making him slip back. She ran as fast as she could but was then yanked back by her hair. She laid on her back looking up. The main thug still held her hair in a tight grip. 'Stupid bitch, you are already ruined, It makes no difference what we do to you now. Get up.' He pulled on her hair, bringing her up on her knees. Both his hands held her face, making her look at him. 'Now be civil, girl, if you bite down, these three will bash your head in, you hear?' He didn't wait for a response, he pressed hard on her jaw, opening her mouth wide. Margery's throat was then filled with his thick cock. She gasped and gagged on the veiny worm. 'Thats it girl, use your tongue.' Her tongue circled around his cock, fearing what they would do if she refused. The man moaned as his mushroom head was softly massaged.

'Damn this girl gives good head.' The other tugs laughed at the man's comment. 'No seriously, she might have been a maiden only moments ago, but I have no doubt she's sucked more cock than any whore in Flea Bottom.'

'No way.' One of the three walked up. 'Give her here, I wanna try.' He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back from the moist cock.' She gasped as air returned into her, before immediately having another penis shoved down her throat. The thug laughed in pleasure. 'Haha, we got a real masochist whore on our hands.'

The other two finally joined in. 'Hold on to this darling, this will be your best friend, it will bring all your indecent desires fulfilled.' Each grabbed her hands, bringing it tightly around their cock. Margery then began pleasuring the three men, massaging two with her womanly fingers, and one with her wet mouth. ' Seven hells, she must have done this before.'

First thug walked behind her, clawed what remained of her gold dress, tearing it off like a rabid beast. Her thick womanly body was for all to see now. Her pale smooth skin was dripping wet. The man then reached around her, taking a handful of her soft breasts in his hands. She moaned timidly, still sucking the other's cock. Her pink nipples were then squeezed hard. Her eyes narrowed in pain, moaning in a higher pitch. Damn that monstrous woman, I'll kill her, I swear it, I'll murder her for this.

Cersei looked out the window, the rays of sunshine lit her pale cheeks. Osmund Kettleblack never saw anything more beautiful than her. If it wasn't for his silver plated codpiece, his erection would be clear as day. She swirled her wine leisurely and took a sip. He watched intensely as her full lips pressed against the wine glass. She drank slowly, her long eyelashes closing as she took in the sweet taste. She must have known he was watching, staring like a dog does at a piece of meat. And she took pleasure in it, taunting him with every movement of her beautiful body.

Outside the window, she watched the scene unfold, with a wicked smirk on her face. 'I hope, for both our sakes, you've been thorough in your work.' She said, not taking her eyes off the figures down below.

'You need not worry, your Grace. I've taken extra precaution in making sure no one is anywhere near the Gardens. The rest of the Kingsguard are all preoccupied with other duties.' He looked troubled about something, and thought long and hard about whether he should bring it up. 'But, your Grace, since I am responsible this evening for guarding the young Margaery, won't I be seen to blame for this…unfortunate event.'

Cersei's smile never left her face. 'You have nothing to worry about, Ser. I will vouch for your honor. I will have seen the foolish girl taking off from her sworn protector, who was courageously doing the utmost to guard her. She will have hid in the gardens to meet her benefactors, where this same meeting will go awry. You will catch the perpetrators, of course. Someone needs to take the fall for this…tragedy. Once they confess, as they all do, their heads will sit high on the gates. You will be rewarded for avenging the young Lady, and Margaery will be seen as unfit to be Queen. The proud Tyrell's will finally leave for Highgarden, bringing this sad tale to a close.'

Cersei watched as the poor girl was turned into a spit-roast. One cock, deep down her throat, and another, slowly forcing its way into her asshole. The Queen could just barely hear her wails as her ass was stretched open. Cersei licked her lips in satisfaction. 'I believe they are about done. Gather the others, we need as many as possible to witness this girl's fall from grace.'

Osmund bowed. 'Yes, your Grace.' He turned to leave.

'And make sure this little blunder of yours doesn't happen again. You're lucky I was able to get Alla to confess to me.'

'Ye…yes, your grace.'

Margaery was lowered slowly onto the man's cocks, her vagina could now swallow the cock with little resistance. The main thug pushed her forward, displaying her thick ass to him. He grabbed both her hips, and in one forceful motion, rammed his cock deep into her anal cavity. She screamed in pain before being silenced by a third cock shoved in her mouth. Her tongue went to work, massaging his gland, and lubricating his shaft.

Finally the last man made room for himself. Margaery looked at him curiously, all holes were taken, what was he to do? 'Make room, make room, let's turn that beautiful face into a chubby bunny.' His comrade did as he asked, letting the man worm his cock into her mouth. Margaery's cheeks were then stretched to their limit, each side filled with a different man's schlong. They both took turns, jamming their cocks down her throat.

She felt something coming, but wasn't sure what it was. This was a new feeling for her. It was in fact a feeling of ecstasy crawling up her body. Her hips moved instinctually with this feeling, matching the thrusts of the other men. Oh god, am I going to piss myself? She felt it crawling up, just tickling on the edge of release. The man under her then thrusted once more, reaching deep into her womb. A fountain of urine sprayed out of her, drenching the man below her. The men laughed and wooed, encouraging more piss to come out with their thrusts. Margaery moaned in ecstasy, still pleasuring the two men with her mouth. And they couldn't take it much longer, it was too much, too tight. Each grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in. Both cocks were perversely forced down her throat, stretching her insides and choking her completely. It was tight, so tight that both penises were pressed tight together, massaging each other as the two men thrusted. They both came in unison, pumping an obscured amount of semen down her throat. With no other place for it to flow, Margaery did her best to swallow every bit of it. All four of the men watched in amazement.

'Holy shit, the bitch is drinking it.' They laughed. 'What an insatiable slut.' The man below and behind spanked her, her large ass bouncing like a real whore.

The two men finally pulled out, her mouth dripping with semen. She made a gurgling sound, her eyes rolled back, and her tongue lolled out. The man under her grabbed her neck and pulled her close, sticking his tongue in her mouth. Their tongues wrestled lustfully, exchanging spit and semen between their mouths. She held him tight, pressing her large breast against his chest. It got him excited, this high aristocratic lady, inherently superior in every way, clutching him tight like a warm lover. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down, bringing her pussy down to the bottom of his shaft. His balls then released as much semen as it could. The lady's eyes went wide in horror, she pushed against him, trying to pull his worm out. But he pulled her back down, holding her tight to his chest. HIs penis finally went soft inside her. Margaery laid there defeated, barely conscious of her surroundings.. At Least the worst is over. She thought.

'Guuuhhhh…..make way, I got a fresh load here.' The main thug, the one she made a deal with in the first place, was becoming more erect. He pulled out of her asshole and used his thumbs to spread her pussy lips wide.

Oh god, no. She said in her head. And then out loud she screamed. 'Noooooo, don't…' But it was no use, he shoved his veiny cock in deep, and sprang his own load, deep into her womb. Her face took on a gesture of unbearable shock. And she made these short, hoarse moans, like someone brought to their absolute limit.

The Kingsguard's finally arrived at the scene, along with a crowd of Lords, Lady's, Handmaidens, cooks, even a court jester or two. They all looked on in shock, finding their new Queen of Westeros naked and delirious, still lying in the fountain with her vagina and butthole gaping open with cum. She turned her head to the spectators, and tried to speak. But all that came out was a drool of semen. The guards scattered throughout the garden in search of the thugs, but found not a single man. They were long gone.