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The next day, you lay at the feet of Cersei as usual, nibbling at the rough places on her heels. At the end of her morning, he stands on your balls and chest. She glares down at you and speaks.

"I'll see you in my chambers."

You try to think of what you did wrong. Once inside her room, she turns to slap you and you fall backward to the ground.

"Did you think I would not find out that you visited Margaery? Are you two plotting against me?"

"No. Not at all," you say getting back to your feet.

"Then what did you talk about?"

"I'd rather not say, if that's ok," you wimper.

Her hand smacks your face again and you go to the ground.

"Guards!"

She has them hold your hands behind your back. Then she brings a lit candle over from a table. She holds the candle beneath your balls. You feel the heat getting to be too much.

"You shouldn't have secrets from your queen."

You have easily decided to talk when she holds the candle under your balls. You have never experienced so much pain. You let out a scream and it does not stop until she removes the candle and slaps you quiet. The smell of hair and burnt skin fill the air.

"I'll talk," you say trying not to cry and still feeling the pain in your burnt balls. "She wanted to know if you were going to stop her from marrying Joffrey."

"What did you tell her?"

"Nothing. And that's what got her so mad. She mad me eat her shit. And then a lot of shit from her maidens."

"You ate that whore's shit?"

You answer but she has stopped listening to you. She tells the guards to let you go and for them to leave. You grab your still warm nut sack but it hurts to touch. She has you sit at the table while she looks for something. You see her bring out a chamber pot from under her bed. Then she lifts up her long gown and squats over the pot. You see her looking at you and then grunting. Something heavy hits the pot. Then she stands and brings you a pot of her shit to set before you on the table.

"You're going to eat my shit. And while you are eatting it, you're going to tell me how much better it tastes than Margaery's. If I see you make a face of disgust, I will have you beheaded. Is that clear?"

You nod and look down into the pot to see a very long and fat turd. The smell reaches and your stomach is lurching. You see her standing and watching you closely. The turd feels warm to the touch and you have to use both hands to keep it from falling back into the pot. Then you take a deep sigh and open your **** mouth. Your taste buds are in rebellion. Cersei starts to smile as the first glob of shit enters your mouth. You chew only a little and try to swallow it quickly. If you throw up in Cersei's bed chamber, it would mean a **** sentence for you.

"So tell me. Doesn't my shit taste better?"

"Oh yes queen Cersei. Much better."

"I'm sure your eager to eat more, so go ahead. I haven't been letting you eat much, so go ahead and eat all of it."

You scoop up more and try not to hesitate but jam it into you mouth. You want to hurry now and get this over so you can leave and throw up.

"You must really like eatting your queen's shit. From now on, your tongue will serve your queen by licking my arse after each toilet. Starting now. Hurry up and eat, then go wash yourself, and return to clean my dirty asshole. That's better than you deserve. You will bend the knee two or three times a day, serving me in this capacity."