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Chapter 60 by AJameson

What now?

Cersei and Joffrey confront their fate

You continue to enjoy the company of Lady Catelyn and her daughters, and you do so quite often over the next week.

By week's end, you have had plenty of quality time with Catelyn, Sansa, and Arya. However, Renly has decided that the time has come for the previous monarch and his mother to face their previously determined sentence.

One fine sunny morning, the populace of King's Landing has gathered in the streets, and they watch as Cersei and Joffrey are taken to the steps of the Great Sept of Baelor, where Joffrey had ordered the **** of Lord Eddard Stark.

The inbred bastard and his mother are still fully clothed, but that would change soon. Margaery and Sansa are already at the Great Sept, each holding a very thick cloth diaper in her hands. It had been decided that they would be the ones to diaper the two blondes. After all, Margaery had replaced Cersei as Queen of the realm, and Sansa had been endlessly tormented by Joffrey for the whole last year.

You stand off to the side with Mira, Sera, and Lady Olenna Tyrell, watching as a handful of Baratheon guards roughly **** Cersei and Baratheon onto the steps of the Great Sept

Sansa bears only a small, grim smile as she proceeds to strip Joffrey, swiftly removing his ragged shirt, trousers, and finally his smallclothes. She unfolds the diaper and draws it up between his legs.

"This is partially for your own good, you know," she tells the utterly flustered former king as she wraps the diaper very snugly around his waist and pins it in place. The diaper is quite bulky, and fastened on tight, so Joffrey would not be able to keep from waddling to the execution block.

"Of course, you largely brought this on yourself, Joffrey," Sansa adds as she finishes diapering him, "By being such a cruel little man. And I do mean 'little man' in every sense." She gives Joffrey's padded ass a swat, and then steps back, finally finished with her work.

From what you have gathered, Sansa is not a cruel person, and she takes no pleasure in hurting or humiliating people. Even so, she has clearly earned the right to take some form of retribution against her tormentor.

After Sansa finishes with Joffrey, Margaery moves on to his mother. Cersei's clothes are torn and filthy, and she looks as though she has not bathed in over a week. Based on how she smells, that may actually be the case. At any rate, Margaery strips Cersei out of her torn gown, her stockings, and her smallclothes. Once the blond woman is fully naked, she is laid down on the ground.

"How the mighty have fallen," Margaery mutters, smirking wickedly as she unfolds the cloth diaper and slides it underneath Cersei's bottom. As she brings the front padding up between Cersei's legs and pins it up on either side, she says venomously "I am going to enjoy this. This is justice for everything your family has done to sully the realm."

Cersei is then **** onto her feet, in nothing but her thick cloth diaper. She and her son then have their hands shackled behind their backs. Margaery then takes out a scarf adorned with the golden rose of Highgarden, places the center over Cersei's mouth, and ties the ends at the back of her neck, thus gagging her. "Now your words won't reach anyone," Margaery says, smirking again.

"Do you suppose Joffrey should be gagged, as well, Sansa?" Margaery suggested, "After all, no one is going to want to listen to him scream. But it is your choice."

"I suppose he should," the northern princess agrees. "I for one have heard more from him than I could ever care to." Taking a similar scarf from the Queen of the Six Kingdoms, Sansa ties it tight about Joffrey's face, gagging him as well.

With Joffrey and Cersei bound, gagged, and diapered, Sansa steps back once again and takes Margaery's hand in hers. The Stark, Baratheon, and Tyrell guards hold the prisoners firmly, ready to escort them from the Sept to the Keep, awaiting the Queen's command.

All the while, you just watch on, amused at the spectacle. It happens you are diapered under your own clothes: a fine doublet of boiled leather and trousers. However, only the women in your life are aware of this.

Shall we start the Walk of Shame?

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