Hi! Welcome to my story set in the Game of Thrones universe. Before you read on, a few things- our protagonist is a transgender female. This is gonna feature some tough topics, I won’t be going into too gory a detail, but in this fantasy kingdom themes of nonconsensual sex, homophobia, transphobia and general nastiness will be here. So if even a mention of these things turns your stomach, might want to give this one a miss. Gonna see if people like this, if they do I’ll happily continue writing the story of Tasha Waters. Oh and if you’re expecting perfect login in the Game of Thrones universe here, it ain’t happening. I’m using the setting, characters and themes, but telling a unique story in which our protagonist changes so much, it’s a whole new timeline. So don’t expect this all to end the same way the show did! Enjoy! 🙂

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Tasha Waters, fucking Waters I wondered to myself as I shook my head. I think the worst part of being a bastard is knowing you could choose any last name, but having it dictated still by birth.

I knew not who my parents were, in fact I only knew my name was Tasha Waters thanks to the man who raised me, Lord Petyr Baelish. I was born in his house, his whore house, and my mother died giving birth to me. Lord Baelish promised to raise me, apparently my mother had helped him develop his whore house, she was one of the first women who had ever been in his employ.

He told me stories when I was young about how she was an innovator, a genius woman who knew how to make a house which tempted men to get loose with their gold, a woman who gave women without a chance to succeed in life another chance. The women of Petyr Baelishs house were more than just whores, we were actresses, dancers, we studied the human body better than any scientist in the kingdom.

Petyr was devastated when he saw my mother had given birth to a boy. He had planned for me to succeed my mother, and continue as the head whore in his house of pleasure in Kings Landing.

So when I was a child and started asking more and more about my mother, whilst watching the naked women perform the activities which gave them their livelihood, Petyr had an idea.

He encouraged a lovely woman called Roseline to start training me in the art of illusion he called it. Pretending to be something I wasn’t. Everyone was instructed to call me Tasha from then on, Tasha Waters, the bastard girl who lived in the whore house of Petyr Baelish. I don’t remember my male birth name anymore.

Roseline became a psuedo-mother to me. She was gorgeous, the top earning whore in the house. She had pale skin and fiery red hair, cute little freckles and dimples that gave her the perfect combination of cute and sexy. She’d replaced my mother as top whore.

My training was in make-up at first, learning how to contour my face with make-up to make me look like the gorgeous women I grew up around. As the years went on and I became a teen, the lessons expanded into using make-up to give the optical illusion of beasts using make-up.

I trained in dancing and exercises which accentuated my body to make it look more feminine, squats gave me a firm and thick ass, I kept a thin waist all the time and my feet were wrapped from a young age to keep them small. This was painful, but the wraps ended when I was 15, and I had gorgeous feminine feet.

The dancing and athletics gave me a fitness and muscle tone that meant I was slender but still capable of some great feats. I used to hang upside down doing crunches from my chambers door frame, trying to get a lovely set of abs.

I grew long hair, it was wavy and black. Petyr told me I looked like my mother, this made me happy, though I noticed him change in the way he looked at me the older I got. It looked like he liked me more, I at all times felt like he was ashamed of me as a young boy, or disappointment that I was around.

When I was 18, a new sort of training began, this was much more intense.

It started with Petyr explaining that the girls would be training me in a new illusion, the illusion would involve pretending to be a girl not just in the way I spoke, walked and acted, but in the way a woman reproduces.

“Many men prefer the asshole to the vagina”, Roseline explained to me, as she brushed my hair.

“Tasha, you’re going to use your asshole as your vagina.”

I looked into the mirror, I was sat naked on the chair, as was Roseline stood behind me.

My cock was erect, but the girls at all times ignored my erect cock, almost pretending it wasn’t there.

I asked Roseline, “but what about my cock?”

She laughed “sweetheart, the fact you have a cock is what makes you unique. Men want what they have never had, and a woman with a cock is something no man has ever had. A lot of women hate anal sex, I certainly do, but you’ll love it, your special cum spot is in your ass”

I felt nervous, what she was suggesting could get me in trouble, homosexuality was illegal in Westeros.

Roseline told me to stand up and follow her, she led me into a room I never knew existed, in a wing of the whore house I’d never been in. Petyr had at all times forbid me from this wing of the home.

I heard men fucking as I walked, but no longer was it paired with the screams and moans of the women I usually heard, here it was the grunts of men fucking other men.

I realised what is legal is not at all times what is right, and many people are happy to break the law for love, or lust.

Roseline opened a door, I looked at the sign next to the door, it read:

*Tasha Waters’ Room.

Mistress of Mystery and Illusion.*

I traced my hand over it, amazed. “My own room?” Usually a specific room was only given to top whores in the house.

Roseline smiled and grabbed my hand, holding it gently. “Tasha, Petyr wanted you to be the queen of this whore house one day. As you can hear, this wing is for the perversions that are… extra legal in Westeros. Your mother always said love is love, and she believed that.”

“Wow… a Queen…” I mumbled to myself. I liked the sound of that.

I walked into my room, in the middle was a large queen sized bed. It was red and black. The walls were painted black, the bedding and other features such as chairs red. I opened the wardrobe in the corner, all kinds of costumes hung there. An array of dildo’s were at the bottom, as well as whips and chains.

Roseline told me to lay down on the bed, but on my hands and knees.

I followed her instructions as usual.

“Tasha, let’s role play and see how your training has been working… I’m a man. A man who has heard about the beautiful young woman with a cock. I’m not gay, but I’m curious about you… so I pay a lot of gold to meet you. To fuck you. You must give me a beautiful illusion, that I feel is worth my gold. Can you try for me?”

I looked over my shoulder, Roseline had taken a strap on cock out of the wardrobe and put it on. It was a large skin coloured dildo, as realistic as they get.

I spoke aloud, to Roseline and myself “mystery and illusion… I’m a girl.”

I placed my head down and onto a pillow, I reached under my body and used my hand to cover my cock and balls from sight. “Mister… please use my ass” I cooed.

Roseline shook her head. “No Tasha… you’re not trying hard enough. He wants to imagine you never want to be caught, like you’re doing this because you need too, he will be imagining this is your first time, regardless of whether it is or not.”

I stood up and Roseline walked out of the room, saying “try again, I’ll knock in 5.”

I walked over to the wardrobe and took out a dress, it was beige and gorgeous. I slipped into it and found some beige shorts in the wardrobe, they were short, skin tight and skimpy, I wore them as underwear.

Roseline knocked on the door.

“Come in sir!” I called out.

Roseline walked in, the strap on cock standing to attention.

“None of the other prostitutes here wear clothes.” She said.

I walked over to her and grabbed her hand, leading her to sit on the edge bed, I spread her legs and knelt down on the floor so my head was between them.

“Well sir… I’m not like all the other prostitutes here.”

I kissed the tip of the cock. And licked up the side of it.

“Now relax, let Tasha’s Waters wash away all your stress.”

I took the dildo into my mouth and sucked it, Roseline placed her hands on my head as I bobbed up and down on her cock.

“I paid to fuck” Roseline stated “don’t make me cum with your mouth. They’ll be annoyed sometimes if you make the bust before they get what they paid for.”

I kissed up from Roselines fake cock, licking her nipples as I came up.

I kissed her lips and whispered to her “oh you’ll get to fuck, if you want to sir… I’ve never seen such a nice cock, I really want it”

I turned around on her lap and hitched up the dress.

The shorts stretched and were tight around my thighs.

“Sir… would you pull my shorts down for me?”

Roseline put her fingers in each side of my shorts and pulled them down, they were tight so didn’t go too far down, settling just below my balls.

I guided the cock towards me and my cock stood on end, I lifted it over the waistband of the shorts so it was free as Roseline’s cock penetrated my asshole, I moaned as the other girls did when the dick started to really probe deep inside me. I could feel the fake veins on the cock teasing my insides, I took shallow breaths as I got used to this dick in me. Before now, I’d only ever used my fingers.

Roseline placed her hands on my hips, fucking my butt with the cock. I moaned and screamed as she screwed me. I bounced on her in reverse cowgirl like I had seen the other whores do. I squealed when I felt her hitting my g spot. I could feel my cock dribble cum uncontrollablly, this beautiful girl was fucking me and I was delirious.

“C’mon Tasha, make me believe it!” Roseline demanded.

“Oh sir, your dicks amazing! God yes!” I screamed.

“Sir! You’ll make me cum if you keep fucking like this! Oh fuck!” I wasn’t even lying or acting now.

Roseline was mashing my g spot with the cock n

, I couldn’t take much more.

“Good god sir! I’m your girl! All for you! I’m cumming! Oh goddd!!” I screamed and began to squirt cum from my cock.

Stream after stream of cum exploded out of me, all over Roselines pale legs.

She thrust deep into me, simulating the man cumming into my ass. “Atta girl” she stroked hair.

“But just because you have both cum doesn’t mean the illusion is over Tasha.” She reminded me.

I panted, I was fucking exhausted, but I tried to oblige.

“Sir… my god… that was amazing. You’re amazing.”

Roseline smiled at me and started to pull the cock out slowly.

“Tasha, you must always moan a little as he pulls the cock out, and clench onto his cock with your ass muscles. Make him believe you want it to never leave you, it’ll make him want to put it back in later, which means more gold for us all.”

I fell to the floor, which my cum now had soaked.

I heard clapping from the door, I looked up to see Petyr Baelish watching. He smirked.

“That dress you’re wearing, it was inspired by a dress your mother always wore. And now to see you following the instructions he gave to all the women who started working in this brothel, she would be so proud of you.”

I felt intensely emotional. I hoped I was making her proud.

Petyr spoke again, “but now Tasha, you must get cleaned and ready. Your first suitor will be here in 2 hours, a noble has paid a great deal for the opportunity to fuck you, the wonder of the whorehouse.”

I liked that, I was like the first wonder of the Westeros world. I was rare like dragons… or mermaids… or genuinely nice men.

Petyr continued “yes Tasha, you have another lesson to learn now, in discretion. For no one can know that your first suitor will be a very powerful man, a man who controls a great deal of the wealth in this world.”

My mouth dropped open in shock. A great, wealthy, powerful man wanted me? I imagined the strong, powerful Mountain, or the cunning and quick Jamie Lannister.

“Yes Tasha, Lord Tyrion of house Lannister will be with you soon.”

I froze. This must be his way of celebrating the news of the Red Wedding.

Roseline laid a hand on my head, I looked up at her.

“Don’t worry Tasha. You just did amazing, he’ll love you.”

The imp was to take my virginity. The imp who rumour had it was to marry Sansa Stark. So I could make enemies with the Starks, Lannisters and god knows who else if this goes wrong.

I know I had no house, but these words at all times reassured me.

Mystery and illusion.

C’mon Tasha, you are the mistress of illusion, I told myself, you can do this.

I started to lick up my cum, I knew I’d need a clean room if I was to impress the master of coin.

The next night…

The small man stood in front of me, I was sat on the bed, the last thing I wanted was to stand and make him feel small. Being small was for girls, not boys, I wondered to myself.

“Miss Waters, it is such a pleasure to meet you. My oh my are you beautiful.” Lord Tyrion said.

I blushed. I was sat in a black corset, my cock flicked up and hidden in my black underwear. My stockings helped my allure as well, I wondered.

“Would you please up and bend over for me?” Tyrion asked me.

I nodded and obeyed him.

“Wow… that is a girls bum isn’t it? Are you sure I won’t find a pussy under there?” Tyrion placed his small hand on my ass cheek as he said this.

I giggled and said “pull my panties down and find out my lord”

Tyrions hands pulled down my panties to my knees, he gasped.

“So it’s true… the most beautiful and expensive whore in Petyr Baelishs keep is a man… no, I’m sorry. You’re a woman aren’t you? I don’t mean to offend… this is a very odd circumstance to be in is all. Have you lost your virginity yet?”

I shook my head, “no Lord Tyrion… that’s why I cost you so much.”

Tyrion pulled my panties back up, I turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Is something wrong my lord? I know Lord Baelish does not like giving refunds, I’ll be in so much trouble, how about I suck your cock, see if that makes you want me?”

Tyrion laughed, “Tasha, I’m not here to fuck you, although I’ll make sure to tell Lord Baelish you gave me a brilliant time. Don’t get me wrong, I want too, you are one sexy creature, however at the moment my heart belongs to another. I feel comfortable telling you, after all, what you’re doing is illegal, but I would never expose you, so long as you would never expose me.” As he spoke he poured two glasses of wine, he handed me one, he had no idea this was my first taste of alcohol.

I nodded in agreement, sipping the wine slowly, I then asked “if you don’t want to fuck me… why are you here Lord Tyrion?”

Tyrion began to pace in the room “ah, well when I heard of the once in a lifetime female with a cock beauty of Petyr Baelishs whore house, I just had to come see her myself. Rumours have already began, did you know that you’re a witch? Or perhaps the child of two women that were so in love the gods bended nature to allow them to produce offspring?”

I felt a little disappointed… was I just a circus freak to him?

Tyrion continued “But no, you are none of those. You’re a person with a cock that is more comfortable,.and beautiful, as a female, it’s simple really, even if a bit unique… and now that I’ve met you, I have to take you away, for that exact uniqueness is deeply dangerous for you.”

I sat on the bed, stunned. “Take me away?”

Tyrion walked over to me and took my hands in his “yes, I cannot stand the idea of such a young beautiful person like you living out your days in a whore house. The fact you use the last name Waters… it tells me you were once a noble persons bastard, nobility runs in your blood, and your mother by all accounts was the most noble whore in Westeros. People will flock to see a wonder such as you, and some of those men will look to abuse you. I have too much care for your sadly deceased mother for that.”

I raised an eyebrow at Tyrion, suspiciously, was he… my father? I wondered to myself.

“I never met your mother, never mind had sexual relations with her Tasha, I know what you’re thinking.” Tyrion had read my mind.

I laughed, nervously. Mystery and illusion… I needed to work on the mystery part.

Tyrion continued, “look Tasha, it’s your choice, you can follow your mother, become queen of the whores. Or you can come with me, I’ll introduce you to my sister, the Queen Mother. I know she’ll be interested in a creature like you.”

I had heard about Cersei Lannister, and not particularly nice things. Apparently she could be quite a brutal woman, that can take pleasure in holding power over others.

That being said, I wanted to do something with my life, I didn’t want to just be an expensive whore, I wanted more. I’m not sure what exactly, but I wanted more than this.

But I also wondered of Roseline, and Petyr. How they had looked after me all these years… it was tough to decide what to do. They’d be able to protect me from the abusive men Tyrion warned me about.

I let go of Tyrion’s hands and stood up “as tempting as it is my lord, I owe a great deal to the men and women here… I hope I haven’t angered you, but my answer is no.”

Tyrion looked down, then back up at me, “… I understand, I do. I wish you the best of luck in the path you’ve chosen, if you change your mind you may let me know. But you don’t have long to do that.”

I nodded carefully, and Lord Tyrion took his leave.

I sat on the bed and contemplated what he had said further, but decided this life would be my life, pleasure would be my trade.

WARNING REFERENCE TO NONCONSENSUAL SEX AHEAD. SKIP AHEAD TO AVOID.

That wondered changed when I heard Roseline screaming.

“No! God no!” she yelled out.

I ran out of my room and sprinted down the corridor, to where I needed Roselines chambers where. I looked into the open door and there was Roseline, facing away from me on all fours, chained to the bed. A man was stood behind her, both were naked and I could see his erect cock.

I was about to intervene when a hand grabbed my mouth and pulled me into the body behind me, I went to fight then heard Petyr whisper “shh Tasha my darling it’s me, be quiet.”

I calmed. Petyr would stop this.

I relaxed in his hold to let him know I’d be quiet. He let go of me and I asked “what the fucks happening Petyr?”

He shook his head, “Tasha my darling… not all women enjoy taking it in the ass like you do. But when someone pays the brothel a great deal of gold for your most popular girl, they have to be allowed to do what they want.”

Roselines screames intensified, I looked into the room again and watched in horror, as Roseline begged in vain for it to stop.

“Petyr… make it stop” I pleaded.

“Go back to your room little one, you forget what a whore is.” Petyr said, dismissing me.

Tears filled my eyes but I obeyed, I turned and slowly walked back to my room.

I laid on my bed, listening to Roseline scream until it was over.

I felt awash with emotion. Anger. Fear. So much fear. I couldn’t believe that some men could be so mean, I’d heard stories about our King. King Joffrey was cruel, and so were his people, it was like a disease infecting the men of these lands.

I had to to escape.

In the middle of the night that night, I snuck out of my room, and into Roselines chambers.

She was chained up, I could see in the moonlight. Her room had what mine didn’t, a large sack for me to put my clothes in.

I grabbed the empty sack, before laying down next to Roseline. The key to her chains was in my hand, it had been left on the bedside, just out of her reach.

So cruel. I held back my tears.

I unchained her and she awoke, dazed and confused.