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GAME OF THRONES
How I wished it had Ended
CHAPTER SIX

"See the women to Offa," Daenerys smiled at the naked whores who left her room. They sashayed behind the armored King's Guard, who was escorting them to the dungeons.
The Queen instructed Ser Davos to have the girls disciplined but to make sure that Sabina's virginity remained intact and the bronze shield was not removed.
Ser Davos knew better than to question the Queen on this matter and asked if there would be anything else? He did wonder what the whores had done to deserve this fate
"Yes, ask Lord Tyrion to find three more women and have them sent to my room. They can be of any manner of prostitute that pleases him," she said.
"At once," Ser Davos wasn't sure why he was following this woman. He didn't agree with locking up people without cause, but they were whores that nobody would care about except their pimps. He justified his actions, locking them in the dungeon by telling himself they probably did something wrong to somebody at one point.
Later that night, Daenerys summoned Jon Snow to her bedchambers. She was ravishing in a silk gown, not unlike the one worn by Sabina. It was something resembling a Mireen pleasure slave's garment that accentuated her tits and ass without displaying them.
Jon entered politely, and Daenerys told him that he was to be King, and this was his castle. "Take me, please?" she asked sweetly.
Jon could not resist the woman. He did love her, and she was beautiful. He thought what she had done was horrible, and she was becoming a mad tyrant, so he was conflicted, but tonight he would put those thoughts aside and ravish her.
He was gentle by her standards, though. She wanted him to take her as Khal Drago had.
"Do you mind fucking my ass?" Daenerys asked him.
"Not at all," Jon smiled gratefully and worked a finger in her butt to loosen the tight ass.
"Just ram it in like a conquering hero," Daenerys got on all fours and spread her ass for him as she looked over her shoulder and smiled playfully.
He stuck his cock in without lubrication. It wasn't easy, and Daenerys grunted, but he got it in and began to fuck back and forth.
"Mmmmm," Daenerys liked the feeling of being conquered from behind.
"Ride me like a Dragon," she cooed.
"I don't stick my cock in Drogon," Jon joked which spoiled her mood. She rolled off of him and sat on her rump. His hard cock quivered once she pulled off of it.
"I am sorry," he apologized for his joke. He knew it was awkward. He laid next to her and held her. She didn't want to be held and comforted. She had seen hard sexualized torture all afternoon, and she was thinking about that instead. She didn't want it for herself, but she wanted "Something," and Jon wasn't providing it.
"When we are married, will you take other girls to your bed?" she asked him.
"I don't see why I would," Jon said.
"Have you ever been with a whore?" she asked.
Jon had been with Ros long before she came to King's Landing to work for Little Finger. He obsessed over her for a time, but that was when he was a penniless bastard boy.
Jon said he had.
"I don't mind if you want other women at times," she told him.
"That is good to know," Jon touched her breasts and tried to rekindle what she had started.
"Do you mind if I take lovers now and again?" she asked.
"That is your prerogative," Jon told her that if he wasn't enough, he expected she would.
Daenerys wanted him to be jealous and possessive. Khal Drago would have slain any man who dared put a hand on her even if she invited that hand.
"So then be enough for me," she reminded him as she took his cock in her hand and began to pull it erect again to fuck her. It still had her ass juices from earlier, but she would need to prime his pump and clean it before he tried again.
"Have you ever seen a woman have sex with a dog?" she asked.
"That is an odd question," Jon smiled and asked if that was the lovers she was thinking about.
"A dog will always be loyal," she squeezed his cock while quoting Agnes and said she wondered if he had ever seen such a thing.
"Aye," Jon nodded that the wildling women would take timber wolves. "I never knew if it was for their sport or pleasure. Mance Rayder brought together ninety clans, and in some, the men would watch them fuck the dogs like it was a sport," he said with a disgusted look. "Some of Craster's wives and daughters sought the company of animals out of loneliness. He had over forty women when the Night's Watch cut him down," he said.
"I heard Walder Frey had twice as many," Daenerys smiled and slipped beneath the sheets to begin sucking his cock gently. She asked if he would want that many.
"Most of those were his own daughters," Jon said as he lay back and let her work the tip of his dick into her sweet lips and slowly begin teasing the rest of the shaft with flicks of her tongue.
"A harem of adoring daughters would be a problem for you?" she spoke around his cock as she lustily worked the length of his shaft into her throat.
"Yes," Jon said as he sat up slightly. The idea of incest was taboo to him. It was hard enough to accept she was technically his Aunt even after they'd had sex plenty of times before he knew the truth.
Daenerys thought the idea of nubile young girls willing to do anything for him would thrill him. She was surprised. She let his cock drop out of her mouth and then slid on top of him like his dick was a saddle and began to ride it.
"I am just asking, my Moon and my stars," She told him. She was disappointed he wasn't as kinky as she hoped. "Have you ever seen a woman drink piss?" she asked.
"These are odd questions," he asked and told her he hadn't.
"I just thought perhaps the wildlings being so perverse perhaps they practiced the custom," she explained as she humped him.
"There was snow all around, so there was no reason to drink piss," he didn't understand the question.
"If I asked you to do something daring, would you?" she asked.
"Piss in your mouth?" he asked.
"Perhaps later," she smiled at him and said she would like him to put his fist into her pussy.
"What?" Jon was shocked. The Queen's pussy was tight and small, and he could barely fit his dick in there.
"I've heard they do it in brothels and I'd like to experience it," she parted her lips wantonly while rubbing his chest with her hands and riding his dick.
"I would not want to hurt you," Jon assured her.
"If a woman can bear a child, then does this," she grabbed his wrist "Look as big as a newborn?" she let his arm drop.
Reluctantly Jon agreed, and Daenerys slipped off his dick. Her pussy was wet, and she hovered over his hand. Jon stuck two knuckles up so that he could work his hand into her pussy and had to twist and wiggle to get it inside to the wrist. Daenerys lay back flat on the bed and Jon adjusted himself so that he could hand fuck his Queen. She began to moan and orgasm and wail as she thrashed around. Jon thought to pull his hand out before he injured her on the inside, but she grabbed his wrist before he could pull out and her eyes pleaded with him to continue stabbing his hand inside of her and impaling her.
Jon never got it further than the wrist, but the experience rocked Daenerys's senses, and she felt alive and electric like she was flying on a Dragon in the clouds. She was sailing on the seas between madness, ecstasy, and curiosity.
At the height of her second climax, she told Jon that she would walk the walk of atonement and she wanted him to do this right before she began. "My pussy is dripping for you, oh please don't stop, please don't stop!" she begged.
Jon silently fucked her with his fist. He liked giving her pleasure, but he wanted to fuck her.
"Cum all over my face," the Queen begged as she writhed and wiggled off his fist. She took his cock in hand and began to jerk it while kneeling just below him.
Jon had never spent his seed on a woman's pretty face before. The Queen was so majestic and noble. He thought it was profane to cum all over her face, but she parted her lips and looked up at him like she needed it. He couldn't help himself as he shot his copious load on her nose, mouth, and tits.
"Oh yes, yes, yes, it is raining cum!" the Queen laughed and licked some of it from her finger but left the rest for him to see.
Jon had to admit that once he came all over her, it made him feel powerful and important. She was the Ruler of Westeros, and she just jerked his dick until he came all over her pretty face. It should have been degrading to Daenerys, but when she licked her lips and looked like she wanted more, he felt like she was celebrating the decadence. He painted a picture of her semen coated face glazed with his spunk that he could never forget. He placed it over the image of the burning city and the dead horse so that he would never again think about that horrid scene.
The Queen wriggled out after being sure he was asleep and found a discrete King's Guard to have sex with afterward.
The Queen interviewed nine more whores. Some were comely wenches, and others were exotic. One could bend over backward and lick her own pussy. None of their stories intrigued the Queen the way the first three girls had. They told stories of being beaten and degraded, but they were quite similar to the ones she had already heard. There was a young whore from Dorne who told of a whorehouse there where women put their heads and arms holes in a wooden stock so that they could only look forward. They would wait there for men to come fuck from them from behind. She said that the tradition began several hundred years ago when it was fashionable for Dornish noblewoman to work in brothels as a thrill. "They would not know if any of the men using them were their friends, brothers or even fathers," she said.
Daenerys had asked if she was used by any of her family, and she said that she was, but she always knew it was them. "They would ask for me by name," the olive-skinned, raven-haired beauty smiled.
Each girl was taken to the dungeon to be trained by Offa. Ser Davos did ask the nature of their crimes once it became a pattern and asked if he should have larger dungeons constructed.
"No, I shall stop at twelve. These women or their pimps are to be compensated for their time. They have committed no crime. I would like them to become my chambermaids and handmaidens when I am satisfied that they are well trained," she explained.
Daenerys frequently watched the girls getting trained and disciplined like Melisandre and Euron. She grew to enjoy their torment, and in some cases, she believed the most depraved of the women enjoyed it as well.
Agnes was smiling and begging for harder treatment, and when Offa hit her tits with a wooden mallet, she laughed and said he'd "have to do much better than that."
Jenny didn't like being beaten, but she was tough, and she wouldn't be broken either. It seemed that a life of hardship had prepared her well for the degradations of Offa. He tied her up so that her legs were spread and she hung upside down. He spun her slowly as she groaned in agony with a spiked dildo shoved up her asshole.
Offa had not touched Sabina's pussy. She still wore her bronze chastity plate, and it seemed the fair skinned girl had been spanked, swatted, poked and prodded but Offa did not ream her ass with his fist like the other women.
"Why is he favoring that one?" Daenerys asked Ser Davos after summoning him to her private viewing area. She was naked and didn't cover herself when he walked in.
"You said not to violate her chastity, your grace," Ser Davos explained.
"I did not say not to be rough with her," Daenerys said that she wanted Offa flogged twenty times when he was finished this evening and told the reason was he was too soft on her. When Ser Davos looked at her to implore for mercy, she doubled the number of floggings that Offa was to receive and suggested that Ser Davos consider he could be flogged as well.
Ser Davos didn't openly question her decisions about the whores again, but he didn't like the task of bringing pretty young girls who were thinking they were going to be paid and provided nice new clothes by Offa when he would be brutally beating them and chaining them to a wall instead. He would savagely fuck and beat them for hours and then leave them chained to a wall or in a metal cage.
Over the next few days the Queen also officially announced Ser Davos's new position and that of Sansa. Tyrion practically rejoiced when he handed her the emblem of his office and said that he knew she would do a much better job than he had.
"Lord Tyrion, I thank you for service," Daenarys offered from the Iron Throne. "You have at times puzzled and frustrated me, but you have been honorable, and this is not a demotion. There is no one I trust more to handle the affairs of our treasury," she said.
"I've certainly spent enough gold in my time that I should try to learn how to earn some," Tyrion quipped and bowed to the Queen. "Thank you, your Grace. I appreciate your trust."
Daenerys leaned over to Ser Davos and whispered, "Send Sabina to his bedchambers tonight," she smiled as she made the gift a surprise and added, "Without her bronzed shield. Tell her Pimp he will be compensated for her virtue appropriately," she smiled and looked at Tyrion.
Tyrion wasn't sure if she was thinking about having him murdered in his sleep or happy with him, but he smiled back.
"I have made my decision to walk atonement tomorrow. I shall be accompanied by Lady Sansa Stark, The Red Witch, Queen Yara the Bottomless, Lady Commander Brienne of Tarth, a dozen of my own handmaidens, Euron, and Drogon," she licked her lips at the mention of her dragon. Drogon had been lounging around the Castle and needed a little exercise.
She waited for the news to sink on to everyone before continuing.
"The High Sept and any Sisters that he feels are needed for the procession will be there to guide us from the Great Sept to the Red Keep. Lady Commander Brienne will have on guards as well to control the crowd. The walk shall be uninterrupted and conclude in my courtyard where we shall bow and make our atonement with those we have wronged," she announced.
Sansa already knew this was coming and she was still nervous and felt humiliated. She would be expected to shed her clothes and walk through King's Landing. What a cruel joke it would be to make her the Hand and then expect her to do this profoundly embarrassing walk of shame and lose all credibility.
Queen Yara was ready to do the walk right now. "I've missed Euron. I hope he is doing well. I might take one of his eyes when I see him tomorrow," she chuckled.
The Lady Brienne stoically stood at attention. She felt awkward like a giant flightless bird and not at all like a beautiful woman. She would follow her Queen naked if she must. She was just happy; her family was not there to see her.
Brienne has spent most of her life as the object of scorn, rejection, and – at best – pity. When she tried to dress and act like a proper lady, she was met with mockery and disdain for her unattractive appearance and lack of feminine social graces; when she turned to a career more suited to her talents as a warrior, she received only contempt and resentment for her gender despite her considerable skill. These aspects of her life have resulted in her being penalized by Westerosi society due to her awkwardness.
Her lifetime of scorn and condescension led her to become extraordinarily pragmatic and blunt. However, it has also provided her with nerves of Valyrian steel, and she is entirely unafraid to face off against warriors as powerful or as intimidating as Jaime Lannister (arguably the best sword in the realm), Loras Tyrell (a renowned warrior) and even Sandor Clegane (a physically brutal and extremely intimidating person with an infamous temper).
"Announcing the Lord of Evenfall Hall, Selwyn Tarth!" fanfare announced the arrival of another Lord to bend the Knee to the Queen.
"The Evenstar! it is a pleasure to meet you finally!" Daenerys stood as a Regal Lord in his fifties entered with his retinue. Selwyn was clearly once a mighty warrior and was intimidatingly large like his daughter Brienne.
Lady Brienne offered a very wintry smile to her father, his new wife, and her cousins as they entered the chamber.
Later that evening at the feast hall, her father finally had an opportunity to approach Brienne. She had been avoiding him all evening. He had no way of knowing his timing would coincide with the walk of atonement. Her father would have had to leave Storm's End weeks earlier to be here at this time.
"I am very proud of you. King's Guard for Renly Baratheon and now Lady Commander," Selwyn said to his daughter. He knew his daughter would remain rigid in her armor as she stood at her place near the Queen.
"I should tell you," she started to explain, but Selwyn hushed her.
"I heard all about the Queen's walk of atonement. The local gossip reached my ears shortly after I set foot inside the city. I am more concerned as I look around at this once proud city. Did she really do all of this?" the Lord Evening Star asked as he indicated the Red Keep in a state of disrepair that is even now just being addressed.
"That she did, but the Queen had her reasons," Brienne began to defend.
"Brienne," Selwyn stopped his daughter before she could continue. "I know you believe in duty before all else. It is how I raised you. I had to bend the knee to Geoffery. I knew he was a child-tyrant, and yet I fulfilled my obligation to the crown just as you will. You have done nothing to atone for. You are simply walking with the Queen to protect her?" he asked.
Brienne hesitated, and when he prompted her to be forthcoming, she admitted, "I have to whip the queen and the other women. I'll be following behind her with a leather flogger and whipping their asses," she said.
Selwyn laughed and then asked why she had to be naked as well.
"The Queen believes that if she walks with a large contingent of women, then she shall not be singled out to be maligned and degraded as Cersei was when she made the walk," she said.
"Yes, the Sisters don't have to walk naked as well?" he laughed.
Brienne was uncomfortable answering his questions. She looked at him with her serious yet soft blue eyes "I swore to the Queen I would follow her naked and I shall," she said.
"If it would be uncomfortable for me to be there, then I shall find a reason to spend my time roaming around the Red Keep. I can reminisce about betters times with Robert, Renley, and Stannis before they were set against one another," he said.
"It is the obligation of everyone in King's Landing to witness the walk of atonement," Brienne reminded him that it was a sacred law and everyone must attend to observe. It would mean a holiday for the peasants and taverns would have to close during the walk. They'd be drinking right up until it began at the noon hour and again after the precession past, but they'd need to close when the Queen walked by. She didn't want her father to see her walk in front of thousands of people naked, but she reminded him that this too was an obligation.
"Know that no matter what you do," Selwyn promised her she would never dishonor him, and he was proud of her.
That next morning the Queen put on a plain brown shift and reported to the courtyard with the assembled members of her party including the whores who had been trained. Almost all of those who were to make the walk were in similar brown shifts, including Lady Commander Brienne.
Yara strode into the group late smelling of sex and booze. She was completely ass-naked from head to toe and smiling, "Hello Uncle, my I have missed you," She addressed Euron and spat upon his face. Euron no longer had the spark of defiance in his eyes.
Yara grabbed his hair and forced him to look at her. "I was afraid of this. Have you lost even your swagger? I was thinking of returning you to the Iron Islands but stopping along the way at a little sand bar island off for some fun. I could tie a few sand crabs to your cock and balls and set you free to scamper into the jungle and hunt you for sport. You would only disappoint me now by the looks of you," she said as she turned his head side to side and examined his eyes.
"Nay, nay!" the broken corsair coughed. "I'd give you a run for your money. Give me a sharpened spear and let me fight ya!" he said.
She laughed and pushed her thumb into his eye hard while he squirmed and cried out. She didn't pop his eye, but she warned him she'd be taking it before they left. "You aren't dying with a spear in your hand or at sea. You are dying by my hand at the time and place of my choosing on dry land like a coward. I'll take both your eyes, your balls, your cock, your arms, and legs first one at a time before I give you the gift of death," she promised him with a sadistic grin while he struggled under her tight grasp.
Tyrion arrived with the final member of the party. Sabina was in a see-thru white lace shift. "I don't generally keep sackcloth in my bedroom. It was the best I could do," Tyrion explained as he returned the pretty girl to the Queen.
"Is her virtue intact?" The Queen asked him as she looked at the pretty young girl. She was still quite beautiful, but her hair was very unkempt like she had recently been fucked and was quite happy.
"I am afraid not," Tyrion said as he looked gratefully at the Queen.
"Strip," the Queen demanded the girl undress in the courtyard. Everyone would be seeing her naked soon enough, and as a harlot, almost from birth, she had little shame about stripping in front of others. She removed her clothes, and the bronze shield was gone. A dozen pearls hang from her pussy lips on silver rings. Her tiny pussy was puffy and red, and she looked happy to have it over with.
"How was Tyrion?" she asked as someone provided the young girl with a yellow burlap sackcloth.
She was used to people asking how she performed but not rating the performance of her lovers. "He was quite creative," she said. Her body was covered in bruises, welts and whip marks like the other women that had been in the dungeon.
"Perhaps I will have to see how creative?" the Queen brushed Tyrion's hair flirtatiously teasing him.
Melisandre was there as well, and the Red Witch stood straight and proud. She never waivered in watching the Queen with her beautiful but oddly disturbing eyes. Someone once described her as having the manner of someone who might stab you in the heart when you slept after making passionate love with you. The way she watched you could be unsettling, but Daenerys had her mind on the walk.
Melisandre knew she would eventually decide to take the walk and had predicted she would be here too. Her pain and humiliation was part of a ritual for the fulfillment of her own powers. She could already fill herself over the past few days regaining her magical strength and her connection to the Red God through the pain and suffering she had endured. She hoped that the walk would be excruciating and grueling and restore her powers to their mightiest levels.
Sansa was nervous. She looked at Jon and her sister Arya. Arya was standing with the Hound. Arya had promised Sansa she could just kill Daenerys and be done with this entire humiliating affair, but Sansa had implored her not too. Arya looked disappointed because she was looking forward to killing someone.
Sansa had jokingly asked if she could take her face and walk in her stead.
"I am afraid, I would have to kill you and cut your face off for that," Arya reminded her that was a somewhat permanent condition for Sansa.
The Hound had always doted upon Sansa and considered her a little bird in a gilded cage. He was not happy seeing that she would be humiliated with the others, but he cared very little if any of the other women had to show their asses to all of King's Landing. In fact, he thought the entire exercise was pointless. "All of King's Landing has seen a pair of tits and an ass at one time or another. All of this pomp and ceremony? And for what? So the Queen can parade around and say she is sorry for burning the fucking city? It is a load of chicken shit," he scoffed.
Arya said nothing. She had the eyes of a stone cold killer now. She agreed with him, of course, and Arya's silence puzzled the Hound. The girl wouldn't shut up when he carted her across Westeros, and now she was his equal if not better in combat, and he was the one who did all the talking. Sandor liked this bitch. He would follow her wherever she went if she let him. He could always return to his family's lands, but what little was left was just a dusty patch of earth that couldn't grow a fart and a modest keep that had burned down.
Lady Brienne stood silently as she watched her father and his new wife with concern on her face.
Podrick, her former squire, stood next to Brienne in full King's Guard regalia.
"You will see me.." she started to explain to Podrick.
"naked? Yes, I've seen you naked before," he said.
"When?" She asked as she blushed.
"We traveled together for a year in the woods. I saw you washing and making your morning ablutions in a stream," Podrick shrugged like it was no big deal.
"You did what?" Lady Commander Brienne was deeply offended that he had watched her. "You weren't supposed to watch me taking a piss in the stream!"
"I couldn't help it," Podrick admitted. "I am sure you watched me?" he said.
"Never!" She insisted that the very notion was poppycock.
Podrick implored her just to be honest with a knowing look.
"A cock the size of yours could be spotted from a mile away when you unfurl it like a flag in the morning. I mistook it once for a proper tree and tied my horse to it, is that what you want me to say? When you take a piss, the river overflows," Brienne smiled. She was grateful for a moment to joke, and after a year on the road with him, she had grown quite fond of Podrick and made him a member of the Queen's Guard. He would be walking beside her with the flat of his blade ready to bash in the skull of any beggar or pervert who thought to lay hands on the Queen.
The whores that had been pressed into service and been kept in the dungeon were still quite clueless about why they had been put in prison. There were a few who didn't care the reason and assumed it was merely a cruel world, and the Queen was a tyrant.
"You twelve will become my handmaidens. I have listened to your stories and decided that you shall all become ladies of the court," she said.
There was some ribald laughter from the rougher whores in the group like Jenny and Agnes.
"I shall make arrangements with your pimps after this walk to pay off whatever debts you may owe to them, and you will serve me," she said.
"Will we be put back in the dungeons and have our tits pulled off by that horrible man?" Agnes shouted her question from within the crowd of girls.
"No, you will be provided quarters and taught your new duties," she said and told them they would live far better lives now then they had on the streets and in the brothels of King's Landing.
"Awww, just when I was growing to like him! He looked a bit like my ex-husband, but smelled like my old Donkey's ass." Agnes was half-joking, and some of the other girls laughed along with her.
Jon observed that Dany considered herself a breaker of chains and yet had no reservations about putting these women in chains. She never asked them if they wanted to serve her. She had simply decided it would be a far better life as her ladies in waiting then it would be as street whores. It would be a better life, but she didn't let the women make that choice, and it puzzled him. He had seen other sides of growing hypocrisy in Daenerys as she justified her decisions.
"Let us be off," The Queen announced without much fanfare and with that her party proceeded out of the Red Keep. They were flanked by armored King's Guard on all sides as they walked to the Great Sept. Drogon flapped his mighty wings and flew off to meet them there.
Jon and members of the court traveled behind. Jon would not be carried in a livery and insisted on riding a horse despite being acknowledged as the heir apparent. His coronation would coincide with Cersei's death whether he wanted it to happen or not.
Tyrion rode next to him "Ah, a fun day is it not? Our Queen is about to walk naked through the streets of Kings Landings and show everyone her tits," he said sarcastically.
Jon stared at him without saying a word. He didn't have to express his disdain for the comment.
"You could order her to stop and pardon her," he said.
"I would have better luck ordering the River Rhoyne to turn around and bring back all of the Valaryian Princes back to Essos," he said.
"Ah, a scholar as well as a Commander," Tyrion noted that Jon knew the tales of ancient Valyria.
"My father," Jon started to say before calling him "Lord Stark insisted I learn to read and study just like his other sons," he said.
"Your father was more of a father to you than mine was to me," Tyrion acknowledged that Ned indeed was Jon's father and had raised him even if his birth father was Rhaeger Targaryan. "You are a lucky Man, Aegon Targaryen. You were born to a Kingdom you didn't want," he said.
Jon wasn't used to being called Aegon.
"You may as well get used to the name. You are not Jon Snow, and I am not Hand of the Queen," Tyrion admitted.
"You sound bitter," Jon observed.
"Not at all," Tyrion shrugged. "You would have preferred your sister over me anyway, I am sure" he explained.
Jon didn't answer that question, but that was true. He didn't hate Tyrion, but he didn't think he was the best man for the job even before he knew he would be King. "I know you are loyal to Dany, and that is good enough for me. You are Lord of Castlery Rock," Jon told him.
"Oh, excellent! I was wondering if I could inherit an ancient castle that drained its treasury and manpower to lose a war for the Seven Kingdoms! May I also have the fleet at the bottom of Blackwater Bay? I was thinking of naming myself Admiral of Euron's Fleet!" Tyrion said sarcastically.
Jon didn't answer him.
"Sorry, your Grace! I spoke out of turn. My family lands are in significant debt with the Iron Bank. I will be the Lannister who doesn't pay his debts," he said.
"The Crown will pay your debts," Jon assured him without looking at him. Tyrion didn't believe what he heard. "You are Master of Coin, so you'll have to negotiate a payment schedule, but I'll not have one of my seven kingdoms foreclosed upon like it was collected by some Moneylender as my first act as King.
Tyrion had always respected Jon and thought he was foolish and impetuous at times but always honest, fair, and honorable. He liked that very much about him. Tyrion would work tirelessly for someone like that, and he finally felt appreciated as Master of Coin. The imp rode with his head up and a smile on his face for the remainder of the ride to the Great Sept. Every now and then the cute little blonde who had been in his bedchamber last night would turn around and coyly look up at him. He had used his extensive knowledge of kinky things to do to pretty girls to blow the girls mind, and from the adoring looks she was giving him he assumed he had given her a memorable night to remember for losing her virginity. She had been compliant and submissive willing to let him indulge himself in all of her holes and gave a spectacular blowjob for a girl of her years. He liked it when she showed him her cum filled mouth and displayed her pink tongue before she swallowed his wad. It made his orgasm feel like a treat she had earned and desired.
There were already people waiting along the path to the Great Sept for their return trip. Some would yell out "Show us your tits!" but most admired the splendor of the procession and the pretty women in brown shifts as they walked to their atonement.
Once the Queen's party arrived at the Great Sept, they were met by the High Septon. He was a fat, pompous man. He was flanked by members of the Faith Militant and the Sisters of the Priory that would be escorting the women back to the Red Keep. The Matron had a bell, and the other sisters had floggers with them.
There was a large crowd of several hundred in the Septum Square gathered to watch the start of the walk. Drogon was perched atop the Temple's tower watching over his Queen from the stone bannerets.
The High Septon told the women to remove their clothes and held his orb and holy book.
Each, in turn, removed their shift and let it drop to the ground revealing their nudity. The crowd laughed and jeered, but the High Septon spoke with a loud voice like thunder to quiet them.
"These sinners comes before you, Daenerys of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, The Unburnt, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Protector of the Realm, Lady Regent of the Seven Kingdoms, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons and her contingent of petitioners. She has committed the at of wanton destruction on this great city, and for lives, she has taken without just cause. She has committed the act of falsehood and wishes to acknowledge she is no longer the true heir to the Crown. She relinquishes her title to her nephew Aegon Targaryen IV, King of the Andals, the Rhoyner and the First Men and Protector of the Realm. She has confessed her sins and begged for forgiveness. To demonstrate her repentance, she will cast aside all pride, all artifice, and present herself as the gods made her... to you, the good people of this city. She comes before you with a solemn heart, shorn of secrets, naked before the eyes of gods and men, to make her walk of atonement! Her petitioners have been fornicators, shameful harlots and worshipped false gods! They come before you to atone!"
The Red Witch turned to the Priest and declared there was only one true God and that she did not relinquish her faith but that she would repent in sight of the seven if they can hear his prayers! “This ritual predates the time of the new gods and if it serves their purposes then let it be so,” she said.
“The pagan rituals you speak of for the Old Gods are heresy in the eyes of the Seven!” the fat Priest was mortified anyone would dare question the exclusivity of this ritual in his presence.
“This ritual goes back to the time of Ancient Valyria when women would flog themselves naked through the streets of the city for an entire week and fast! There are similar rituals in Braavos and Mireen just as brutal and humiliating that are carried out today. They have always been carried out in the eyes of the seven and allowed to continue. What does it matter if it serves their purposes?” the Red Witch said.
The Old Priest Scoffed.
The Red Witch didn’t care what he thought. This ritual walk served the interest of her God. The one she considered the true god. She stood defiantly naked with tits flapping in the breeze waiting for him to say another word but he didn’t.
The High Septon was dismayed and annoyed, but when the Queen said nothing to support his point of veiew he continued his lamentations. He named each woman in turn from a scroll he had been provided. He did not know which face went with which name but he listed off their offenses and when he got to Lady Brienne of Tarth he said "There is no sin listed here for you," he said.
"I am here to whip my Queen's buttocks and tits. I shall serve her while she atones!" the naked Warrior stated loud enough for all to hear. "None other shall be permitted to whip or touch the Queen's body!"
The crowd booed. There were many that might have been bold enough to grab a handful of her tits or touch her ass as they had Cersei when she made the walk, but after that, it was clear that she was off limits.
Each woman has her hair shorn by a blade from one of the members of the Faith Militant. Daenerys beautiful blonde braids are cut from her head and dropped to the ground first.
Sansa's beautiful red hair was cut short while she appeared to cry as she looked at the men grinning at her pale white tits. Her nipples were hard, and her tits quite pointy, giving the impression she was quite horny.
"Are you excited, my lovely? I'd love to give you a fresh fuck?" one man yelled.
"How about turn around and give us a proper look at that bum hole then?" another man said in a thick Fleabottom accent.
"She's not all that!" a tavern wench pulled down her bodice and flashed her floppy tits for the crowd as they laughed.
Sansa was deeply humiliated, and watching her beautiful hair be lopped off and thrown on the ground like garbage only made it feel more intense.
When the robed man who was cutting hair with a dagger came to Queen Yara, she glared at him with a dangerous look in her eyes that made him pause. She smiled at him "Scared ya shitless, did I? You remind me of my brother Theon!" she kissed the celibate monk on the mouth. "A bit off the top and would you be a dear and shave my cunny as well?" she put her hand over her thick black bush.
Almost all of the women except for Melisandre and some of the whores had thick hairy pussies. Daenerys herself had a very black mange of black hair which seemed strange considering she had such blonde hair but then her eyebrows were also thick and black.
Euron was the first man to ever perform the walk of atonement. He was weak and chained up. His hair was shorn as the women's was, and he looked mortified as people laughed at him most of all for having to perform the walk with women. His sister indeed had the last laugh on him and he no longer hungered for vengeance against her. He hungered for his own death so that he no longer had to endure this humiliation.
The Matron Septa Unella rang her loud bell to attract people's attention once all the women's hair was cut off. She cried out, "Shame!"
The crowd cheered as the women begin the slow march through the city barefoot and without clothing.
She repeatedly cried out, "Shame!" as the crowd booed and pelted the women with rotten fruits and vegetables. They called out course and vulgar slurs at the women and laughed and mocked them. Some pulled their dicks out to show the girls and others tried to grab or touch them, but none tried to touch the Queen.
She was in the very center of the party of naked women and insulated from a stray ass grab or pinch. The Faith Militant and Sisters drove the girls forward with floggers on the backs of their legs and feet while Brienne slapped the ass of the queen and some of the women nearest to her.
Sansa was on one side and Melisandre on the other. Yara was close by, but no one dared to whip her ass.
"Give me a hard one, go on" Yara stuck out her ass at Brienne. Brienne dared give her a hard one.
"Ouch!" Yara screamed out and then smiled, "I like this one. You'd have made a good Reaver!" Yara looked Brienne up and down. Brienne had small tits and was almost as flat as Sabina. However, she was over 6'4" and had an incredible but pale ass.
Tyrion and Tormund admired it from a distance.
"I like this," Tormund Giantsbane said to Jon as they rode slowly behind the procession to ensure no one came up from the rear. "We would do something like this North of the Wall," he told Jon.
"Really?" he said.
"No," Tormund laughed at his own joke. He thought it was another custom of the so-called southerners that seemed ridiculously complicated. "If we raid a village we would make all their women and young girls walk naked, but that was just to my tent so I could fuck them a few times," he laughed heartily.
Drogon flew overhead now and again to remind the citizens that this was no ordinary woman they were watching in the center of this procession. She was the Mother of Dragons. She was naked and vulnerable in some ways but surrounded by her guard on all sides and with a Dragon that had already terrorized the city few felt like risking her wrath. They insulted her from a distance, and a few threw tomatoes, but they always hit Sansa, Brienne or Melisandre on the ass. No one was going to be the one to find out if the Queen would decide to make an example of them.
Daenerys kept her head held high as she marched through the degrading parade towards the drill field. They would intentionally pass by Cersei and Jaime so that they knew that it was no longer possible to demand the Queen take the walk of atonement herself.
It was still a long way to go to make it to the Red Keep and the Drill field, and they would have to walk past thousands of her royal subjects.
"Show us your asshole then?" an old beggar with no legs said lustily to the women.
Yara heard this and turned her back to him and spread her cheeks.
"There is a good lass!" the old man grinned through broken teeth.
Yara lowered her body down close so that he could see right into her pussy, and then she pissed on his face as he looked up at her.
The old legless man cursed Yara as she walked away like a cat that had just stolen a fish and was wagging her tail. Yara stuck her middle finger in the air which was a traditional Ironborn insult that meant "I'll stick this finger right up your cunt, you cunt."
The parade of naked beauties ambled through the burnt city. The throng was parted by King's Guard who walked in front of them. Brienne felt a tomato hit her right in the center of the ass and saw who did it. She sneered at him. He threw another one and just missed her head. It landed in Jenny's hair.
They were getting pelted with rotten garbage, but worst of all, people were dropping the contents of chamberpots out of their open windows on the girls. Nothing landed on the Queen which was mostly because she was in the center where they couldn't reach and for fear of the repercussions. Drogon was ready to roast or eat a citizen that stepped out of line.
Daenerys smiled and waved at her people now and then. She forgot herself that this was to be a walk of shame as she passed row after row of unwashed peasants staring at her tits like they were something special. She had breasts like any other woman. They were nice looking, and alabaster white like cream but many women had nice tits. Melisandre had an even comlier body, and she was walking next to her. Sansa was younger and more virile. The youth had freckles all dotting her pale body, and her red pubic hair matched her shorn red hair just like Melisandre. It made them both look radiant as they walked next to her like a matching set of redheaded vixens.
The parade turned down main streets until it reached the Drill Square where the armies assembled. The Unsullied were waiting when the Queen arrived in force. Grey Worm stood at attention in front and waited for the Queen to arrive. He escorted her party to the wooden posts where Jaime and Cersei were chained up.
"Ah, it seems there is a parade of some sort?" Jaime was haggard. His beard even shaggier than it was the day before, but he was still chipper.
Cersei glared wickedly at Daenerys. She did not want her to win, but she was helpless to claw back. Cersei had no doubts that her challenge to walk with her would go unanswered when it was her turn. Daenerys would hold a festival and a coronation of Jon Snow and make her walk then in front of ten times as many people.
It was a somber walk through mirthless faces of Unsullied Warriors. They looked straight ahead and not at their Queen as she passed by flanked by her armies on both sides. She approached the stakes as the Septa called out Shame. Unella looked scornfully at Cersei. Her time would come to walk, and the Septa would walk with her as she was now.
The guards flanking the Queen insulated her from touches and ass grabs. The throng of whores encircled her so that even a stray hand would grab one of their tits and not the Queens. However, there was no protection for Cersei or Jaime Lannister.
Stray hands grabbed at dicks and buttocks as the throng that dared follow into the drill square teased their former Queen. No one stopped them from molesting her and squeezing her great twits or fingering her ass. She had to endure their curses, and one man masturbated on her buttocks before disappearing back into the crowd with a laugh.
Once the procession reached the gates of the Red Keep, it was over. The long-awaited Walk of Atonement had reached its conclusion. The throngs still wanted entertainment and turned back to tease and torment the Lannister twins as the Royal procession entered the gates of the city.
Daenerys's face was hard. She had done what she thought was going to be the hardest walk of her life in front of her subjects. Just as she walked out of fire twice before and remained unburned, she remained unmoved by the experience.
Melisandre was the first to leave the procession. She no longer wanted to volunteer in the dungeons. She felt recharged and renewed. She thanked the Red God in prayer in front of the High Sept shamelessly with a wicked grin on her face.
Yara shrugged and asked, "Was that it? No great orgy at the end? This is disappointing," she took Euron by his leash and shook it. "We have some catching up to do, Uncle!" she said as she led him away. They were both naked as she sauntered off with him struggling to keep up half-crawling behind his niece and Mistress.
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