Storm Tickler
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The North Is Mine
-Contains sexual themes-
They were scared. Of course they were. She was the Targaryen queen. She had a temper. And she had two full grown dragons, whose breath could sometimes melt stone, depending on how D+D had written the episode. But for Arya and Sansa Stark, the Mother of Dragons had crossed a line. She had demanded fealty, threatened the North, and she had threatened their family. For that, she had to pay.
Of course, they still needed her. The Night King was gone, and whilst Winterfell was still reeling from the revelations of his epic backstory, motives, and goals (…), Cersei was still on the throne. The Stark girls knew Daenerys was their best hope at removing her. But they still wanted to teach the platinum foreigner a lesson, one that would put her in her place, however temporarily.
And so, the young Stark women had conspired with the Winterfell kitchen staff. Milk of the poppy had been added to Daenery’s evening wine. Just enough to knock Dany out later in the evening once she retired to her quarters. The quarters that conveniently had a secret passage built in behind the wardrobe, allowing an individual or two to sneak in without alerting the Unsullied guards who had been posted outside.
It had been Arya’s idea. Both the lacing of the wine, and the way in which they would humble the fiery tempered dragon queen. Tickling. Sansa couldn’t help crack a smile when Arya had suggested it. It was a word Sansa had not heard of so long. She was dreadfully ticklish herself, but thought it best not to mention that to her younger sister, who had often exploited the fact when they were much younger. Arya herself was confident in the method’s effectiveness- the youngest Stark girl was also deathly sensitive, and Arya figured if she herself, a tough, battle hardened assassin was ticklish, then the pampered dragon queen would be also.
Some hours later Daenery’s awoke in the soft confides of her bedchamber. But something was wrong. Very wrong. Woozily, she found herself in darkness. She tried to cry out, but no sound left her mouth. A cloth gag and leather blindfold had silenced and blinded her. She tried to get up, but found her limbs were stretched out- her arms to the posts of her bed, her ankles tied together and legs stretched by rope. She was face down, and as a cool breeze crept through the window, she realised she was naked. A flash of embarrassment crossed her face- her bare ass was exposed to the world.
From the corners of the room the Stark girls crept forwards as Dany tested her bonds. A wide smile was on Arya’s face, whilst a small smirk covered Sansa’s. They had her bound and silenced. Whilst Sansa would have loved to have had the blindfold and gag off so Dany could make empty threats and know who her captors were, they had agreed it was best that she remained oblivious. Sansa had no doubt she would be facing Drogon’s fires the next day if Dany had solid evidence of who her captors were. A pity, but revenge in any form would suffice.
Arya sat by Dany’s left side, whilst Sansa by the dragon queen’s ankles. Even in the darkness of the room, illuminated only by a sliver of moonlight, Sansa saw just how beautiful the queen’s nude form was. Her smooth, unblemished skin, her curvy ass, perfectly proportioned limbs- it was no wonder she had cast such as a spell over Jon.
Sansa looked at Arya, questioning who would make the first move. Arya shrugged, suggested the decision was Sansa’s. The redhaired Stark glanced up and down the Targaryen girl’s body, wondering where to strike. Then her smirk widened as a cruel idea came to her.
With her long, sharpened nails outstretched, Sansa reached out and very lightly dragged them behind Dany’s left knee. Dany immediately stiffened, but as Sansa continued to every-so-lightly scrape her nails against the skin Dany started to squirm. Dany’s legs began to strain against the rope, desperate to escape the sensations. Whilst she was silent, she was clearly ticklish there. Sansa then applied her second hand to Dany’s other leg, also behind her knee. A soft squeal slipped through Dany’s gag. The dragon queen desperately wanted to bend her knees, to stop the sensitive skin behind from being exposed, but with her bonds, she couldn’t bend her legs. The dragon queen who would kneel for no one was wishing she could now bend her legs ever so slightly to escape the sensations on her taut skin.
Sansa’s approach was slow and methodical. Arya, however, was growing bored. She wanted to hear uncontrollable laughter from behind Daenery’s gag. With a shrug, she began poking Dany in her ribcage, causes her to squirm and more squeals to escape her mouth. Nodding, Arya then placed her hands at both sides of Dany’s ribcage, and with only her index fingers outstretched, began wiggling them into the slender girl’s upperbody.
Arya had to hold back a laugh of her own as the Breaker of Chains tugged frantically against her bonds and a stream of giggles flowed from her mouth, almost, but not entirely silenced by the gag. Arya wanted to tease her about queens not being ticklish, but to do so would reveal her identity, and so she instead simply kept up the tickling between Dany’s second and third rib, enjoying the unbroken stream of giggles and Dany trying to escape her fingers in vain.
Sansa sighed, annoyed that Arya had one upped her on the tickling and that Dany seemed most affected by Arya’s nimble fingers. Sansa wanted Dany to feel most punished by her own digits, so withdrew them from the back of her legs and weighed up the next option. Where best to strike next? It wasn’t a hard decision. Dany’s bare feet were next to her, the soles exposed to the night air.
The Targaryen girl had beautiful feet- Sansa could appreciate that. They were small- smaller than Sansa’s and only slightly larger than Arya’s. Creamy skin that was slightly pink on the soles. High arches, well proportioned toes. Sansa reached out with one fingernail and ran it from the arch of Dany’s right foot down to her heel. Immediately Dany jerked, scrunching her toes. Sansa’s smirk grew into a full grin. Daenery’s Targaryen, the girl who had stolen Jon’s heart and who had marched into Winterfell demanding its total submission, had ticklish feet.
Behind her blindfold Dany’s eyes burned with unbridled fury. Someone had dared to tie her- the rightful queen of Westeros- to a bed and torment her body. Whoever it was, they would pay. Dany hated being tickled, and now her worst spots were exposed, her weakness being exploited. She hated how the fingers at her ribs made her giggle and squirm, and that part of her, however, small, was prepared to beg. She would not, of course- she had never begged for anything, but she hated the sensations. She was barely holding back laughter from the tickling between her ribs. When she felt a finger on her foot, a mixture of fear and rage washed across her.
As Arya applied more fingers to Dany’s ribs, causing the dragon queen to thrash wildly on the bed, Sansa decided then that she would not hold back. She repositioned herself and sat on Dany’s ankles, trapping her feet between her thighs. Sansa knew all Dany would be able to do was scrunch her toes. The Stark girl placed her nails right on the soles, and began scribbling.
Immediately muffled cackles broke from Daenery’s mouth and her legs began kicking with all her might, with nearly enough strength to throw Sansa off. Sansa looked back to see Dany’s head shaking, her hair whipping the air around her. Arya’s eyes met Sansa’s and they both grinned, sharing the same thought- Daenerys, the Mother of Dragons, was even more ticklish than they had hoped.
As Sansa quickened her pace, caressing and exploring every soft wrinkle on Dany’s feet, Arya opted for a new tactics, and in the space of half a second went from continuing her brutal rib tickling to diving her hands into the vulnerable hollows of Dany’s underarms, the skin of which had been made taut from the binds. A soft scream left Dany’s mouth, and for a moment the Stark girls were worried it had been loud enough to alert the Unsullied. But no help came, and so the Stark girls continued their assault, Arya with her shorter nails attacking Dany’s armpits, whilst Sansa’s long, sharpened nails wreaked havoc on Dany’s unbearably ticklish feet.
Dany was growing exhausted as the tickling eroded her defences. She was in full belly laughs now, unable to remain stoic against a two pronged assault. The attacker at her feet was now running sharp nails against her toes, a particularly sensitive spot for Dany that made her eyes bulge out of her face. Her other attack was now pinching her sides, forcing harsh laughter from her with every squeeze. How longer would it go on for? There had been no demands, nothing.
With her left hand Sansa held back the toes of Dany’s left foot, whilst her right foot feebly sought to bad her away. With her free hand Sansa scratched her nails between the Targaryen queen’s toes, making her roar with laughter. Sansa nodded in approval. Her rival was being utterly humiliated, from something as silly as tickling. If only the lord of Westeros could see Dany now, howling from laughter from having her pretty bare feet being tickled. They’d think twice about supporting her, and Daenerys might be so embarrassed she wouldn’t seek the crown anyway. If only.
But Sansa wasn’t done. Arya was vengeful, yes, but Sansa had seen the worst of cruelty over the preceding years. She wanted this foreign queen to suffer even more for her arrogance and pride. Sansa removed herself from Dany’s slender ankles and moved up closer to Arya. Dany’s heavy laughter had subsided now her ticklish feet were no longer under assaults, although she still yelped and thrashed from where the younger Stark girl attacked her sensitive flanks.
Dany’s perky ass now wiggled in front of Sansa. Arya looked at Sansa with curiosity, wondering what her sister was thinking. Sansa had changed greatly over the last few years, but Arya knew people enough to recognise sadism when it crossed someone’s mind.
Sansa started by lightly tickling along Dany’s crack, causing giggles to erupt from the queen’s mouth. Once more Sansa wished she could verbally tease Dany out loud without future repercussions- how red the pale queen’s face would go as Sansa mocked her for having a ticklish ass.
As Arya went back to Dany’s ribs with a full blown assault, making her cackle, Sansa then raised her right hand. She then firmly brought it down on Dany’s cheeks, causing her to shriek before descending back into uncontrollable laughter from the rib tickling. Sansa nodded, and repeated the action, enjoying the swearing and muffled threats she could make out from behind Dany’s gag. Between bouts of girlish laughter from Arya’s rib tickling, Sansa could swear she heard the words “I will burn you.”
To Sansa’s surprise, the thrill of making Dany beg and laugh whilst turning her ass cheeks pink was giving the older Stark girl a sudden power rush that caused a growing dampness to spread between her legs. She couldn’t tell Arya, but having her rival humiliated to this level was making Sansa horny. As her hand continued to smack Dany’s ass, this gave her a further idea. The ultimate humiliation for the arrogant dragon queen.
She pulled Dany’s cheeks apart, and seeing her small puckered anus smirked. With her free hand she ran a single fingernail around the sensitive skin, drawing out the largest shriek from Dany yet. Dany had never been touched like that, and right that moment she wanted to burn down the whole of the North with Drogon’s fiery breath. Sansa repeated the movement, gaining a similar reaction. Arya looked around, back to Sansa, confused at the source of this new torture. Even though Arya hadn’t quiet caught what Sansa had been doing, a flush of embarrassment hit Sansa’s face, and she stopped. Maybe if Arya wasn’t there…
But Sansa’s horniness was taking hold, and she needed to torment the dragon queen further. As Arya alternated between Dany’s pits and ribs, Sansa retied the queen’s ankles to the bed posts, spreading her legs and leaving nothing to the imagination. To her delight, she saw that Dany, despite the cold of the North, had shaved her pussy.
Dany was so overcome with laughter from the small fingers than danced across her ribs, armpits, and sides that she could barely focus on sensations elsewhere. Overcome, that was, until she felt nails softly exploring her inner thighs, dangerously close to her pussy. Dany immediately began squealing from this fresh assault between her very sensitive thighs, and had that moment would have given anything to be able to close her legs. But she was unable, and as the fingers moved onto her pussy her body tensed, her mind racked by the duel sensation of tickling on her helpless armpits and a single finger stroking her womanhood. Much to her horror, she grew wet quickly- perhaps a small part of was enjoying this torture, that rendered her attitude so contrasting from the role of the uncompromising, formidable queen she played every day in public. But it was still that- torture- and she could not handle the tickling and teasing.
Sansa’s index finger was quickly becoming wet from Dany’s juices. The queen seemed unbearably receptive to being caressed there, almost as though she’d not been touched in months. Sansa began rubbing what she could of Dany’s slit, causing the queen to grind against her fingers between fits of mirthful laughter.
Arya saw what was going on, and shot Sansa a teasing look. She then lent back, and whispered in Sansa’s ear, in a voice barely audible, “I bet I can make her wet herself before you can make her come.”
Sansa looked back at her sister, slightly shocked at the evil wager. But she smiled, and nodded. Either result would be the ultimate humiliation for Daenerys Stormborn. Sansa responded by using her nails to slightly caress between Dany’s thighs and pussy lips, building her up with tantalising sensations that would make her more receptive to when she went back to the sweet spots. Just for good measure, she began lightly tickling the back of Dany’s right knee with her free hand, partly to overload her senses, but partly just because she wanted to make the ticklish bitch squirm.
Arya, however, decided to go straight for the kill. She thought back to the recent past, where she had fought the girl Waif in the House of the Undying. Being blind, Arya had no chance, and soon found herself on her back, arms pinned to her sides by the girl’s knees. Then, unexpectedly, the girl had tickled Arya’s lower stomach and abdomen, drawing out gut-wrenching horsey laughter. The stomach tickling had soon overpowered Arya, and with her rival tormenting her about assassins not having ticklish tummies, it hadn’t taken long for Arya to wet herself in front of her enemy. With a smile on the recollection, Arya, decided to see if the silver haired queen would be equally weak to such a technique.
Daenery’s was in hell. Her womanhood was being violated by hands that kept her on edge, tickling her sensitive lips but not quite touching the places Dany’s arousal was lusting to be touched in. Equally bad were the hands that had now slipped between Dany’s body and the bed, and were harshly exploring the tender flesh around her stomach and waist. A mixture of ticklish laughter, moans, threats, and even begging now met her gag. She hated that she was now begging, but her arousal was growing unbearable, and she was far too ticklish to handle the hands that probed her hips and the skin nearest her bladder. Oh, why had she drunk so much wine- she desperately wanted to relieve herself, but the humiliation of being forced to by her enemies…
Sansa’s own arousal grew as she felt how wet Dany now was, and how her juices now coated the fabric of the bed where Dany had been squirming and grinding her womanhood. Sansa had never felt so much power before- she was making the most powerful woman in perhaps the entire world beg and grow aroused, and at any moment Sansa knew she could switch and exploit this woman’s ticklish weakness, bringing her even more under the Stark girl’s control. I wonder if Daenery’s is a squirter, Sansa thought to herself.
Just as Sansa debated placing her head between the dragon queen’s legs and bringing her to a climax orally, Arya’s fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot on Dany’s lower stomach. The captive queen lost all self-control and the waterworks opened. The bed and Sansa’s fingers quickly became drenched as Dany, still laughing from the stomach tickling, lost all bladder control. Shrugging, Sansa began tickling Dany’s left foot with her friend hand, bringing the strained laughter up a notch.
The Stark girls only stopped tickling once Dany’s bladder had emptied. Their work was done, and they got up from the bed, admiring their work. The Dragon Queen was a complete mess. Still giggling softly to herself, her hair had become undone, and was now a wild sprawling tangle across the pillows. Her nude body glistened with sweat in the moonlight, whilst her womanhood gleamed with bodily fluids. Sansa stepped forwards, and wiped her sticky fingers down Dany’s smooth back, making her shudder. The girls nodded, and with little more than giving Dany a quick parting tickle on her toes, crept into the hidden passage in the wardrobe, sealing it behind them.
Arya would fall asleep quickly that night, satisfied that she had least secured some revenge on the Dragon Queen. Sansa would take longer to fall sleep, her own arousal needing satisfying- she came quickly from her own hands, whilst wishing she had been given the satisfaction of making Daenery’s Stormborn squirt. Once Sansa had brought herself to orgasm she too feel asleep quickly.
For Dany however, it would be a long night. She had been left bound, right on the edge of climax. She was shaking with anger, enraged by how she had been humiliated. But she was also hornier than she had ever been, and for hours she rubbed herself against the bed as much as her binds would allow. It was not enough, and only worsened the situation. It would be seven hours until she would be found by Missandei, checking up on her the next morning. Missandei would remove the gag quickly. Dany, kept up all night by the most enraging arousal, would demand Missandei eat her out before even untying her. Missandei would of course oblige, and Dany would come hard and fast.
At breakfast in the great hall the next day, many Northmen thought the Valyrian queen appeared subdued. She spoke to few people, but her eyes darted around the hall, as if seeking out enemies. She would glance frequently at Sansa and Arya Stark, suspicion in her eyes, but neither girl gave any sign that anything was amiss. Dany was still livid, and at some point, there would be hell to pay.
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There's not nearly enough Game of Thrones content. Here's my first attempt to fix that.
I thought there was a suspicious amount of forced tension between Dany and Sansa in S8. Maybe this story explains why?
The final season is still fresh in my mind. If you want any more content like this PLEASE DO suggest ideas- I am very open to ideas, whether they are are f/f, m/f, or f/m. I'm certain there's a lot of potential from the last season, even with Margaery's absence.
Any general comments would be greatly appreciated. Alternatively if Dany was your favorite character and you now hate me for her treatment here that is also fair.
Revenge sequel here https://www.ticklingforum.com/showt...-is-Yours-Sansa-Stark-tickled-Game-of-Thrones
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GOT surely has many possibility’s for tickle torture. I’d suggest that Dany revenge tickles Sansas boobs and butthole while she has her feet licked by the Dragons. And Arya goes to Kingslanding to Kill Cersei only to be captured and tickle interrogated by some Lannister Guards or the Queen herself. 
