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GAME OF THRONES
How I wished it had Ended
CHAPTER FIVE

Three Tales from Lewd Whores
Tyrion discretely selected the whores that his Queen had ordered without further question and delivered them to her private chambers. She arranged to have no guards that could hear what was discussed and wore only a simple see-through netted nightshirt that revealed her ample breasts to the women that arrived.
The first of the three whores called herself "Jenny," which was a common enough street whore name. She came from Fleabottom, which was the poorest section of the city. Jenny had raven colored hair with flecks of grey that was tied back in a knot. She wore a simple sackcloth chemise that had been used to transport onions before she turned into a gown. It smelled of semen and her pussy.
The second of the three whores was named Agnes. The first thing you notice about Agnes was her great massive tits that jutted out under the bodice of her tavern gown. She was short and squat with a big rump. Her tits made it difficult to see her little belly pooch sticking out. She was plump but pleasingly good looking. The second thing you noticed about Agnes was she had a gap between her two front teeth big enough to stick a small cock through. It made her look very saucy. Agnes was always smiling and ready with a wry joke. She was a woman who was used to men pinching her butt as she served drinks and worked long hours for small tips as drunkards promised her their eternal love but never meant a word of it.
The last of the whores was called Sabina. She was younger than Arya Stark and about the same build. Her face was radiantly beautiful, and she had a slightly turned up nose like Margery Tyrell. Sabina had long blonde hair as light as Daenerys. Her face was painted to make her appear a little older, and she was perfumed and coifed in the most beautiful silks that revealed and accentuated her body. She was lithe and walked like a dexterous acrobat.
"I trust you have all been compensated for your time," Daenerys said to the ladies. She threw a small sack of leather on the table. "The coins inside are to buy your silence," she said. The whores greedily went to collect the coins, but Daenerys said that she would give the purse to the one who was most pleasing.
"I am not as pretty as the others," Jenny laughed "There is no one who can eat your pussy with as much skill as me if that is what you are after," she winked. She felt intimidated by Sabina's beauty, but she thought she was in good company with Agnes and had a chance to earn the money through skill alone.
"I do not want you to eat my pussy," Daenerys explained.
"I'll eat asshole as well," Jenny made a circle with her fingers and stuck her tongue through it lewdly to demonstrate.
"I want you to each tell me a story. I want you to tell me the lewdest and profane encounter you have experienced," Daenerys made her request very clear.
"So we don't have to take off our clothes for this?" Agnes looked disappointed. She was joking.
"Yes, remove those things, I'll have them burned and provide you with adequate clothing when you are done," Daenerys wrinkled her nose as she sniffed Agnes and Jenny and held out her hands for them to disrobe.
The women did not hesitate to strip off their clothes to get down to business. However, Sabina removed her top and skirt with an artful grace of someone who was used to teasing and prolonging the experience of watching her undress. Sabina had a small bronzed jewelry clip over her pussy.
"What is that?" Daenerys asked.
"My Maidenhead, Mum, I am a virgin," Sabina may have looked like a Princess but she spoke like she grew up in Fleabottom with the randy accent of a street whore.
"You? A virgin?" Jenny and Agnes laughed.
"It will be auctioned off after I flower," Sabina explained that her pussy was off limits and but her asshole and mouth were full service. She had a flat chest and a body that one might mistake for a boy if you didn't see the puffy nipples jutting off of her chest.
Agnes mighty tits looked unwieldy and probably gave her back problems they were so huge. Her areolas were the size of, and her nipples were as long as some men's pinky fingers. She had a tremendous hairy gash between her legs that hid her pussy completely from view. "I've had so little action between my own legs my maidenhead will be back up for auction as well," Agnes cackled.
Jenny's tits were stringy and odd shaped. They looked like shriveled fruits that had ripened on the vine and were now just hanging down to her lap. Her cunny was patchy and salt and pepper in color. Her pussy lips were fat but not quite as obscene and vulgar as Melisandre's after Offa's fist. It was clear they were well used.
"May we sit, Mum?" Jenny asked.
Daenerys thought better of it. Their asses were likely dirty and full of cum.
"You may address me as Your Grace or Your Highness," Daenerys reminded her she was a Queen.
"Sorry your grace, I did not know," Jenny looked embarrassed and nodded her head.
"Do not worry, I want to hear your stories," Daenerys sat upon her great bed and laid back so that she could listen while pleasuring herself if she felt the need.
The women started to tell stories, but they were not what Daenerys was interested in.
"There was this one time a Bravossi Fisherman and his son came to town. They smelled awful of fish, but they must have had quite a haul. They were determined to fuck in every whore house in King's Landing until they spent it all," began one but Daenerys explained she wanted to hear something else.
"I want to hear the lewdest and vulgar experience you have had," Daenerys said as she removed her own gown so that she could touch herself.
"The lewdest experience today, Your Grace?" Agnes laughed that such experiences were so common she couldn't remember them all.
"If it was the most obscene and shocking thing that ever happened to you, then you would remember," Daenerys said.
"You mean like the weirdest thing a man has paid to do? One likes to suckle my tits like a baby and have me swaddle him and change his diaper," Agnes said.
"Is that Old Man Willows from down on Market Street?" Jenny recognized him.
"No, is he into that as well? This is Sherpa the Knife, but you didn't hear that from me. He'd gut me stem to sternum if he found out I told on him," Agnes admitted freely with a smile.
"Yes, I want a story along those lines but not so common every whore shares the same one," Daenerys became frustrated. "I don't care to hear just what he wanted. I wanted to hear how it happened and the details," she explained.
"Ah, you want to hear a horny tale?" Jenny was the first to catch on to what was being asked for, and she tried her story.
"I was not always the ravishing beauty you see before you now," she joked as she indicated her body had wrinkles. "I wasn't as fair as Sabina, but there was more than one suitor in my village that was after me when I was her age."
She explained how she grew up in Brindlewood. It was there that the infamous Stark Red wedding was held where most of their noble family was slaughtered by Walder Frey and Roose Bolton.
"It was long before that, though. Walder was a young man when I was a little girl. He wanted me for his bride, but his mother told him he had to marry a woman of station. I snuck off with Walder into the woods and let him do what noblewoman would be too squeamish to do. I sucked his asshole. I licked his balls," she started to explain all the ways she pleased Walder.
Daenerys stopped her and asked if she understood the request at all. "I want to hear your story while you were a whore that was the lewdest and vulgar. I've never met Walder Frey, but I've heard he was detestable and had many wives. If you wish to earn a fat purse of gold, this story will not do," she said.
"My apologies, my queen," Jenny explained that she was getting to the good part of the story. Walder did marry a noble bride, but he continued to fuck Jenny and many of her friends openly without any discretion. Walder's mother was not happy, but after Walder's father died mysteriously he became lord of the Manor, and she held no sway over him.
"It wasn't long before Walder put a baby in me, and many other girls bellies as well," she explained.
Daenerys sighed that this was not the story she wanted, so Jenny skipped ahead.
"I'll leave out the part about how my son and daughter were raised. Walder had thirty daughters, and he liked to play with them all. His bastard sons were raised to work for him in the stables, cleaning out chamber pots, anything that needed to be done," she explained.
At some point, as Jenny got older Walder simply replaced her with her daughter, who was also pregnant with her own daughter. "Walder had me whipped in the center of town and stripped naked and driven out of the village with nothing along with seven other older women who no longer pleased him," Jenny explained. Daenerys asked how old she was at that time, and she said twenty years old.
"That isn't old at all," Daenerys pointed out.
"It was quite old to Walder. He liked them fresh like Sabina here," she smirked at Sabina.
She said her son ran from Brindlewood and found her. She had no clothes and no food, so she became a camp follower. "It didn't matter what army. The Lannisters, the Starks, the Tyrells, the Baratheons," she listed off noble houses. "Their gold spends the same way, and you can always find work riding the train as a whore," Jenny explained.
Daenerys repeated that she wanted to know where this story was going.
"My son became my protector and pimp as there were lots of dangers and soldiers often didn't want to pay for a tumble," she explained. She skipped the parts about her son getting beaten by soldiers who were far more skilled than he was at fighting.
"One day, this Commander sees my son fighting with a guard over a debt, and he says he wants to train him to fight. My son says he isn't interested, but the Commander won't take no for an answer," she explained. "My son Piebald wouldn't leave me behind."
The Commander agreed to hire me as his personal prostitute. "However, his cock don't work right. He liked to piss up my asshole, and piss in my mouth to get the sensation of having an orgasm because his cock was broken. The Commander liked to watch my son do the same thing to me. I'd fucked my son plenty of times. Sometimes for fun and other times because Walder wanted to watch, but after we started following the Commander, I became his exclusively. He made me his personal latrine in the field. In the morning, at night, I had to remove my clothes, bend over and take a squirt of piss up my dear old ass. Then he would laugh as I squatted and pissed it back out my asshole the same way it came in," she said.
This did intrigue Daenerys now.
"Well, it turns out my son Piebald was a right terrible warrior and a bit of an idiot as well, so the Commander demotes him to digging ditches," Jenny explains that once he was of no use to the Commander neither was she. "He turned me over to his troop as a latrine. He said I was not good for anything else and had me tied up and used as a piss hole for the men. My son came to feed and wash me every day, but for about a week the men could use me as they pleased," Jenny smiled as if that were the punchline to a dirty joke.
"This was the most vulgar and obscene thing that ever happened to you?" Daenerys thought it was a reasonably good attempt.
"Nay," Jenny said that eventually they passed through Brindlewood again and Walder Frey noticed her son. He purchased both of them from the Commander and had her and her son bound in the stables as a piss bucket. "He tied me into a barrel with a hole in it for dumping chamber pots and pissing directly in my mouth. Up my ass, in my cunt, anywhere you wanted," she said that lasted for three years.
"You drank only piss and ate only shit for three years?" Daenerys seemed shocked.
"Nay, men would cum all over my face and I'd eat that, I'd eat any old dirty scraps or rotten fruit someone would throw me. Whatever was at hand but no, not for three years," Jenny admitted. When Daenerys asked her to clarify she said "I continue to eat it. I grew a taste for it and when I am short on coin, I can squat in the street and have my lunch. Men will pay to watch or to take a whizz on my face. It is not so bad once you can conquer your urge to gag. I had no choice in the matter for three years and once you come to terms with what you are it makes it difficult to be anything else," Jenny shrugged at the truth of her words.
"What happened to Piebald?" she asked.
"He grew to have a taste for it and wouldn't leave after Walder died is what I was told. I was sold to a pimp about ten years ago who brought me to King's Landing. Funny thing is, I met my daughter here quite by accident. She was working for the same pimp. I guess that makes sense since he bought girls from Walder that he didn't want. She is a nice girl. I could bring her by if you've an interest," Jenny smiled.
"I shall let you know," Dany didn't intend to invite her daughter. She asked if she resented Walder Frey or any of the men who used her as a piss pot.
"I was angry for a time," Jenny said thoughtfully. "I should be thankful though because if not for the hard life they gave me I would never have survived after your dragon attack. The entire town's food stores burned and even Fleabottom's Brown would be a feast to many. However, to ones like my daughter, who are used to eating shit and drinking our own piss, we were quite fine and me. I can stomach just about anything no matter how rotten but you can't eat burnt rat meat. You can eat burnt rat shit though," she smirked.
Daenerys was insulted at the whore's audacity but realized Jenny was correct that she had burnt the town and all of the food. Tyrion and Samwell were working to bring in food to the hungry survivors, and all of Yara's ships were trading for more as well.
"You call that a story?" Agnes laughed heartily. She had a much better story to tell, and she promised it would put a smile on Daenerys face and make her pussy tingle.
"I was married once myself," Agnes explained that she lived on a farm outside the Priory of the Seven in Hag's Mire which was also in the Riverlands.
"Hah, you look like you are from Hag's Mire," Jenny teased Agnes and Agnes shot her a dirty look. "At least, I am not a chamber pot from Brindlewood!" she said.
The two started to argue until their Queen interrupted.
"I'll skip the part about him promising to love me ever after and where we had a daughter and a son. My daughter was a comely lass but not too bright, and my son was hit in the head by a donkey's hoof at an early age. He was never quite right, and he couldn't get it up to save his life," Agnes imitated a cock with her fist, unable to get erect.
"One day a priest brings by a sister from the local Sept and asks us to take her in. He calls her an apostalate," she explains.
"An apostate? It means a heretic" Daenerys clarified.
"Yeah, right one of those," Agnes agreed "Her father had sworn her to the nunnery because she was fucking every boy within three villages. When she got to the Priory rather than accept her fate she began to fuck the local dogs in the kennel because there weren't any pricks close at hand except old priests and she didn't have a taste for cunny," Agnes explained.
The Priest told them they could do anything they liked with the girl. "We lived close to the Sept and supplied them with food. I suppose he thought we wanted her to help work the crops and tend the animals, but I already had two younglings to do that work. He told us we should beat her regularly, she said. The Priest had removed her gowns and brought her naked without as much as shoes. He suggested she live in the barn and be bound at night.
"We did as he said, but she was more trouble than she was worth. I ended up beating her with a whip so much I became aware she liked it. My daughter became curious and found she had a taste for the lash. I have to admit I enjoyed it on my backside as well as long as it wasn't hard enough to cut the skin. We started whipping each other and playing with each other's cunny just to past the time. My husband caught us fornicating in the barn instead of scrubbing and scraping and working as we should have been. His punishment was that we'd have to stay out in the barn with the woman 24 hours a day. Now, at first I was happy for the break from hard work, but after a time the ropes binding my hands and being kept in obscene positions became very cumbersome. My daughter had great boulder-sized tits like mine, and I've made coin as a wet-nurse since I was her age. When our cow died, I began to express milk years earlier, and my husband saw no reason to change that. Instead of allowing me to milk my own teats by hand. It was quite pleasurable and something I could do while at my kitchen table. While we were in the barn, my husband, the right bastard, sent my son to milk me like a cow on all fours. I thought it was right funny and began to moo and we made a game of it,” Agnes slapped her knee as she described her son squeezing her tits over a milk bucket like a cow.
“He got so excited he began to milk me three and even four times a day. Imagine, my great big old tits being squeezed over a bucket while I moo like a cow?” Agnes thought it was funny even now to think about the mental image. “He fed me straw and smacked my ass about like I was actual live stock in the barn,” she said that the other girls got jealous and played along as well.
She said over time the Preistess and her daughter who had massive tits anyway began to express milk too. “There was so much left over that he would pour it in a funnel and masturbate into it and then force it down our throats and watch us gargle it. We made a game of seeing who could hold it the longest,” she smiled playfully.
“I thought you said your son’s cock didn’t work? He could masturbate?” Daenerys seemed skeptical.
“Funny thing, that! I'd assumed his cock wouldn't work because since he was a little boy, his sausage would just flop there no matter how many times my daughter or I tried to give it a nudge. Yet, when he saw us crawling about on our hands and knees and our tits dragging the straw in the barn, his pecker grew long and hard. It was a right miracle it was. Well, it wasn't long before my husband caught him fucking the three of us one afternoon when he was supposed to be feeding us," Agnes explained with a churlish grin like she was getting to the good part.
"Let me guess. He locked your son up out there with you after that?" Daenerys asked with an intrigued expression.
"Nah, what would be the point in that? My husband needed strong hands to help him out in the fields, and the two of them could come fuck us whenever they got a little horny or bored."
Agnes painted a picture where the three girls were bound in the barn and sometimes permitted to crawl around but forbidden to leave by their husband. The women were expected to eat scraps consisting of turnips, carrots, and a gruel paste from a trough and three or four times a day the father or son would come in and whip them or fuck them and sometimes both men would use them.
"You didn't protest?" Daenerys seemed surprised.
"I quite liked it. I know I should have, but it was nice having that attention. I've always enjoyed it a little rough, and for a time, my husband was more interested in me than the tavern whores in the village," she said.
"Meh, I've seen the whores in Hag's Mire," Jenny scoffed that they weren't much to look at anyway.
"Hey, I am a tavern whore from that village!" Agnes protested.
"Exactly," Jenny winked at her and Agnes chuckled at the joke.
"One day, my husband was hanging us by our tits on a great winch in the barn. He liked to leave the barn door open and invite the neighbors to come have a look up at our bare asses and whip us," she said with a smirk like it was funny. "This stray dog comes barking and yapping. He was a yellow mangy thing with dirty, curly fur. No one knew where he came from. My husband asks the priestess if she wants to fuck it and she says very much. He lowered her down and let her love on the dog. She started by milking his cock with her fingers like she would a new lover and the sucking on it before letting him get behind her and really fuck her hard. His paws can tear your back up, but the worst part is his pecker's shape. Once he gets his nut inside of you it won't come out, and the two of you are stuck," Agnes said as if from experience.
She went on to explain how she and her daughter began fucking the dog as well, and it became quite a curiosity. Many other women in the village began fucking their dogs," she said.
"Yep, that is what Hag's Mire is known for," Jenny confirmed it was full of dog fucking women.
"Better than goat fuckers in Brindlewood," Agnes shot back.
"The ladies of Brindlewood aren't all goat fuckers," Jenny admitted. "I have fucked a goat or two, but you make do with whatever you have at hand on a cold night," she chuckled.
"I never said the women were all goat fuckers," Agnes agreed with a hearty chuckle before adding "But the men! now they are all goat fuckers!"
"Aye, that they are!" Jenny agreed, and the two enjoyed their merry jest.
Dany and Sabina remained calm and watched as the two naked older whores laughed and carried on.
"That is your story?" Daenerys seemed puzzled.
"Nay, that is where mine began. You see the Priest returned, and when he saw my husband was allowing us to run around with the dogs, he chastised us and confiscated our farm. He said it belonged to the Sept now. So the three of us women folk were forced to move to the tavern where we made a living on our backs when we didn't tend the bar," Agnes explained. “The Priestess was right taken with the life of a whore. Said she never wanted nothing more than that. I think she is still in Hag’s Mire!”

She said at first they began to fuck the local stray dogs when they weren’t any paying customers. “Just to keep warm and have a laugh,” Agnes explained. Daenerys couldn’t relate at all to the concept of being that bored or needing warmth. “In time, it became our shameful secret. We’d fuck a man for a copper or two and then as soon as he was out the door we’d pat the bed and have our faithful dog come lick the cum out of our cunnies and give us a tumble,” she said.
“It was a shameful secret? So no one knew?” Daenarys said.
“Most people in Hag’s Mire knew we fucked dogs. It was more like an open secret. They all knew we were whores of the lowest kind and not proper goodwives. Here in King’s Landing, I’d prefer men think they have a chance with me. They love to flirt and promise to marry me although I know they don’t mean it. If they knew I had committed myself to dog cock many years ago it might hurt my tips, if you get my meaning? Some old drunken sailor has no chance to interest me as a husband when I can pick and choose a different virile young pup to ride me into ecstasy every night of the week,” Agnes admitted proudly.
“So you came to terms with your interest in sex with dogs?” Daenerys asked.
“I don’t quite know what that means. I am a dog fucking whore who will do just about anything for a good time and a copper. The only difference between any of us here is the price we’d charge,” Agnes shrugged. Jenny clearly agreed while Sabina was quiet and introspective.
She had expected the woman to be resistant to the vulgar and humiliating act but she embraced it. It seemed like one of the most obscene and perverse things a woman could do to Daenerys and she had a hard time understanding the whore’s perspective but she had not grown up in the same conditions. She had been raised to believe she was from a line of the most powerful families in the world and yet her brother had often told her that her mother enjoyed the company of horses and dogs in much the same way. The Queen had always believed her mother had sex with beasts to please her mad husband who was tormenting her. That is what Viserys had always told her but she wondered if she had been like Agnes and came to accept and even desire the humiliating and brutal experience?
"What became of your husband and son?" The Queen changed the subject after considering her words.
"Husband run off with a much younger girl and son died in some war or other but the Dogs well they are loyal. They love you no matter what horrible thing you do. My daughter and I have seventeen at home, and all of them are boys. I know it may seem profane and disgusting to a lady of your caliber and breeding, but I'd never marry a man when I can have a dog cock any time I want one," she smiled. The naked woman began to play with her tits until milk came out. Jenny suckled one of her tits and Agnes offered the other to any who wanted it. When neither Sabina nor Daenerys were interested, she shrugged and licked up her own milk with her finger.
Daenerys seemed disturbed by the story and shook her head in disbelief. She asked Sabina to tell the final erotic tale.
"I've not been around for as long as these ladies. My origin was nothing special. My mother was a whore and sold me to the brothel when I came out with golden hair like yours after I was but a few years old. I've worn this jewel on my pussy every day for my entire life with only short periods to clean and shave it under guard. I am just waiting for the day I flower so that it can be auctioned off and I can be rid of this thing. I'd love to know what pleasure feels like as I've heard, it is wonderful," the girl said. She has been sucking cocks and taking it up the ass for most of her life while she waits for that special day when some wealthy merchant or noble pays for the privilege of being her first.
“Have you ever had the length of a man’s forearm up your ass?” Daenerys asked with morbid curiousity. The girl was petite and a meaty forearm like Offa had would have reached from ass to her lungs.
“No, your grace,” the young prostitute smiled coyly at the question like it embarrassed her.
“You will,” Jenny promised the younger girl and Agnes agreed.
“What is the biggest you’ve had up your ass?” Daenerys asked.
“I once had a man put a broom handle up my ass but I think the biggest was a dark man from Lys. He claimed to be the Dread Pirate Lord Salladhor Saan. He was gentle with me and took his time but his cock was at least 12 inches in length and as big around as any candle I’ve ever seen,” she said.
“I’ve fucked at least seven Salladhor Saans and two men who claimed to be the Mountain and all of them looked different but none with a mighty cock,” Agnes joked.
“Why did someone put a broom up your ass?” Daenerys ignored the churlish merriment of the two older whores who were giggling at the demure young prostitute.
“It wasn’t to sweep up the floors, I’d guess,” Jenny laughed.
Daenerys shot her a look of anger and the two older whores were instantly quieted.
“I’d cry for my mother when I first came to the brothel. The other girls would shove things up my ass and gag me to quiet my whining. It was quite effective,” Sabina smiled the sweet smile of a girl who looked innocent but was far from it.
“You didn’t have a bronzed cover over your asshole when you first arrived at the brothel to protect it so someone could have the pleasure of it for the first time?” Daenerys wondered.
“No,” the girl laughed as if that were silly. “I’d been taken up the ass by my father and brothers plenty of times before mom sold me to the brothel,” she said before asking how she would shit with such a contraption. The bronze shield she wore on the front had a grate designed to allow piss to flow and nothing else.
“What holds that in place?” she asked noticing there was no harness or belt.
“It is locked on to several piercings in my pussy lips, your grace.” Sabina described a situation where the older women in the brothel pierced her pussy flaps with over a dozen delicate pins and used silk wire to thread them to help hold the heavy weight in place and then locked it on.
“Can you feel them?” Daenerys asked.
Sabina wasn’t used to being asked how she felt. The people that used her were only interested in their own pleasures. It made her uncomfortable to be asked about herself because she wasn’t used to it. “Oh yes, it is like a constant pain that is also pleasurable. At times when I walk, I have an orgasm and I want to fall to my knees. I giggle in whispers when I am standing in the market and a breeze blows and suddenly I am aware of my piercings. It is quite excruciating because I cannot touch myself even though I want to desperately. When I am permitted to remove it to wash and have my cunt inspected I am heavily guarded so that I am not tempted to take my own virginity with a finger or dildo,” she admitted before politely asking Daenerys if she wanted to hear her story.
“I would like that,” Daenerys said with a smile as she laid back and played with her own pussy in front of the girl who couldn’t touch herself.
"I suppose if I had to tell one story, it would be the time I was in this very chamber once before," Sabina had the Queen's interest. "I was summoned here to serve King Geoffery with some girlfriends. An older girl named Ros and I were sent to his chambers by a man named Varys. Varys told him to try something new and different with us, and at the time I thought he meant something sexual," she said.
"it wasn't?" Daenerys asked with curiosity. She made a mental note about Varys and whether he was working for or against Geoffery.
"I've been alive for less time than the other whores have been whores, but in my mind, it wasn't," the pretty young flat-chested girl said as she chose her words carefully. "He had this new crossbow he wanted to show us. It was very elaborate and decorated. He wound it up and fired it into the head of a boar his father had slain on a hunt and laughed that he ruined the fur," she said with disgust at his waist.
She described a story where he took them to the woods to go hunt with the crossbow after that. They were in pretty clothes and had been well fed. "He was as terrible a hunter as he was a marksman. He couldn't hit a rabbit if one of his guards held it out for him," she explained the young King became frustrated. "He told his guards to strip us and hunted us when we giggled. I was lucky he didn't tell them to shoot us because any of the men who watched us run in terror could have hit us with a bow at that distance. He could not," she said.
She explained that she hid in the woods and was lucky no one found her. "Ros was not so lucky. The men found her and brought her back to the keep when the King's hunt was unsuccessful. The last I saw of her, he put a crossbow bolt through her asshole and out of her mouth and several in her tits. I am sure it would have been that way for me as well," she said.
"Do things like that make you wish you were not a whore?" she asked.
"What else would I be, your Grace?" the pretty girl could not think of anything else she was suited for besides riding someone's cock for their pleasure and coin.
"I suppose you are right about that," she tossed the coin sack to the girl and declared her the winner of the contest.
"So just like that? We've no clothes?" Agnes was angry, and so was Jenny.
"As I've said," Daenerys reminded them that a guardsman would escort them to a room to be fitted with proper clothing.
"Can I at least take a jug of wine if you won't offer me any coin?" Jenny was already clutching a jug of expensive wine.
"Of course," Daenerys smiled politely. "I didn't mean to insult you. I appreciated your stories, but neither of you told me of a time when you were actually whores," she explained.
"We've always been whores whether we knew it or not," Jenny said with a pearl of somber wisdom as she took a draw directly from the expensive wine bottle and followed the other naked girls out the door of the Queen's chamber.
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