[Margaery was dead. she was certain of it. she remembered the floor of the Sept of Baelor heaving under her feet, followed by a flash of poisonous green, and then she was here. being groped and washed by complete strangers with no regard for her rank or titles. she was reminded uncomfortably of her time at the Sparrows' mercy as she was shoved into a paper gown (paper! of all things!) and guided out of the building, finally, finally having her gown and her crown returned to her.
but there was no time to put on her proper clothes; she was ushered into some strange means of transport and taken to a strange, but clearly expensive, domicile. she changed out of the wretched paper gown and into her gown, settling her crown firmly on her head]
» » » TAKE A RIDE
[this place was easily the strangest place she'd ever been in. no horse-drawn wheelhouses here, this was some sort of tube which traveled under its own means.
she checked the ticket, looking it over with a feeling of mild confusion as she'd never seen such a thing before, trying to determine where she was supposed to go. finally, she thought she had it figured out and went to where she was supposed to sit, only to find someone else had taken her seat! inwardly, she bristled at the presumption, but outwardly she put on her sweetest smile]
Pardon me, but I believe that you're in my seat. ["now leave" went unsaid]
« « « NEW FLESH LIKE A GLOVE
[everywhere she looked, there was something she'd never seen before, never even heard of in the whispered tales of the brothels of King's Landing. though, the merchants loudly, eagerly hawking their wares wasn't too terribly different than the poorer areas she's traveled to in her missions of charity and outward humility.
though, none of the wares she'd seen in Flea Bottom were like this. there was a young woman riding what looked like a phallus attached to a moving bench with loud enthusiasm, there was a display of what the hawker called cock rings in a variety of sizes and materials, claiming that they could make a man last far longer in bed. perhaps I should have found such for Tommen, then he would have lasted for longer than four minutes.
the display with the rack and iron maiden seemed a bit more familiar, but even those devices were equipped with odd devices apparently intended for sexual pleasure in addition to punishment.
finally, she chose to make her way to the seemingly kindly old lady selling treats. she took one of her vouchers and, after a little assistance, purchased a custard tart from the strange device, consuming it in small, ladylike little nibbles as she wandered through the market.
all seemed well at first, but she soon found herself overwhelmed with the urge to come at another's hands. she'd tried to teach Tommen how to do it, but he shied away from the notion, not wanting to so much as touch her pearl, feeling that such an act was "dirty." she repressed a snort of derision and pressed her legs together, feeling the urge to come consume her more and more]
« « « PERFECTION OF THE DIGITAL
[now this was peculiar, even by the peculiar standards she'd seen thus far. Joffrey Baratheon stood before her, his lips curled in the sneer she'd gotten so accustomed to while watching his dealings with others. but not with her. she knew how to keep him sweet, sweet words and deeds, subtle encouragement and nudges in the right direction, slowly breaking the stranglehold his wretched mother kept on him.
just a little more work and he'd have been hers. but grandmother chose to poison him, feeling that Tommen was a far safer bet as a husband and a king. one she wouldn't have to work so hard at to keep kind and more importantly, compliant.
she stood before Joffrey for what felt like a long time, waiting for him to say something, do something. finally, she snapped her fingers in his face, wanting some kind of reaction.
when she received none, she pitched her voice as sweet and persuasive as possible]
Darling? Aren't you going to say anything? It's quite rude to ignore your wife, after all. [to the person next to her after Joffrey continues to not react] What is the matter with him?
« « « NETWORK
I must admit to being curious. How many people here come from worlds where such [she stumbles slightly over the spelling of the word] technologies are uncommon? This is all quite strange and I'm not so sure I like it.
Anyone who is willing to assist me in getting used to such things will receive a favor of their choosing. Within reason, of course.
Margaery Tyrell | Game of Thrones | Dominant (cw: drugged, dubcon-ish desires)
[Margaery was dead. she was certain of it. she remembered the floor of the Sept of Baelor heaving under her feet, followed by a flash of poisonous green, and then she was here. being groped and washed by complete strangers with no regard for her rank or titles. she was reminded uncomfortably of her time at the Sparrows' mercy as she was shoved into a paper gown (paper! of all things!) and guided out of the building, finally, finally having her gown and her crown returned to her.
but there was no time to put on her proper clothes; she was ushered into some strange means of transport and taken to a strange, but clearly expensive, domicile. she changed out of the wretched paper gown and into her gown, settling her crown firmly on her head]
» » » TAKE A RIDE
[this place was easily the strangest place she'd ever been in. no horse-drawn wheelhouses here, this was some sort of tube which traveled under its own means.
she checked the ticket, looking it over with a feeling of mild confusion as she'd never seen such a thing before, trying to determine where she was supposed to go. finally, she thought she had it figured out and went to where she was supposed to sit, only to find someone else had taken her seat! inwardly, she bristled at the presumption, but outwardly she put on her sweetest smile]
Pardon me, but I believe that you're in my seat. ["now leave" went unsaid]
« « « NEW FLESH LIKE A GLOVE
[everywhere she looked, there was something she'd never seen before, never even heard of in the whispered tales of the brothels of King's Landing. though, the merchants loudly, eagerly hawking their wares wasn't too terribly different than the poorer areas she's traveled to in her missions of charity and outward humility.
though, none of the wares she'd seen in Flea Bottom were like this. there was a young woman riding what looked like a phallus attached to a moving bench with loud enthusiasm, there was a display of what the hawker called cock rings in a variety of sizes and materials, claiming that they could make a man last far longer in bed. perhaps I should have found such for Tommen, then he would have lasted for longer than four minutes.
the display with the rack and iron maiden seemed a bit more familiar, but even those devices were equipped with odd devices apparently intended for sexual pleasure in addition to punishment.
finally, she chose to make her way to the seemingly kindly old lady selling treats. she took one of her vouchers and, after a little assistance, purchased a custard tart from the strange device, consuming it in small, ladylike little nibbles as she wandered through the market.
all seemed well at first, but she soon found herself overwhelmed with the urge to come at another's hands. she'd tried to teach Tommen how to do it, but he shied away from the notion, not wanting to so much as touch her pearl, feeling that such an act was "dirty." she repressed a snort of derision and pressed her legs together, feeling the urge to come consume her more and more]
« « « PERFECTION OF THE DIGITAL
[now this was peculiar, even by the peculiar standards she'd seen thus far. Joffrey Baratheon stood before her, his lips curled in the sneer she'd gotten so accustomed to while watching his dealings with others. but not with her. she knew how to keep him sweet, sweet words and deeds, subtle encouragement and nudges in the right direction, slowly breaking the stranglehold his wretched mother kept on him.
just a little more work and he'd have been hers. but grandmother chose to poison him, feeling that Tommen was a far safer bet as a husband and a king. one she wouldn't have to work so hard at to keep kind and more importantly, compliant.
she stood before Joffrey for what felt like a long time, waiting for him to say something, do something. finally, she snapped her fingers in his face, wanting some kind of reaction.
when she received none, she pitched her voice as sweet and persuasive as possible]
Darling? Aren't you going to say anything? It's quite rude to ignore your wife, after all. [to the person next to her after Joffrey continues to not react] What is the matter with him?
« « « NETWORK
I must admit to being curious. How many people here come from worlds where such [she stumbles slightly over the spelling of the word] technologies are uncommon? This is all quite strange and I'm not so sure I like it.
Anyone who is willing to assist me in getting used to such things will receive a favor of their choosing. Within reason, of course.