“Game of Thrones: The Five Queens” Part 3
*Note to my readers: This story is loosely based off of the show series. This is fan fiction so I’ve altered the timeline and taken it in a direction which accommodates a story such as this. There are some parts that contain spoilers for anyone who hasn’t watched the show or isn’t up to date on episodes so fair warning. Enjoy!
Arya finally managed to climb onto the roof of one of the taller buildings lining the road. She had perfect vantage point to the wide street down below in a rundown section of King’s Landing. Arya had been corralled in the Throne Room among all of the high-born women of Westeros. The wives and daughters of all the lords and knights that refused to recognize Littlefinger as the new King of Westeros. She had been forced to watch as her sister, Sansa, and the other four “queens” of Westeros had been locked in a device and tickled in front of the whole court. It made Arya’s blood boil to think of Littlefinger torturing her sister that way.
Littlefinger had announced to all the ladies of the court that he intended they be subjected to several days of tickle torture before he allowed them to swear fealty to him. He explained that he wanted them to remember their oaths and what was in store for them if they every dreamt of breaking allegiance to him. After a couple days, he intended to release them.
After the guards started taking the women out of the Throne Room one at a time to be bound and led to their fate, there was a panic that came over the group. Brienne had urged Arya to escape while she still could. It had pained Arya; she wanted to free her sister more than anything. Not flee to hide and live off the streets again. But Arya knew she had no choice if she wanted to escape the certain tickle torture that would befall her if she stayed among the crowd. She slipped out while Brienne caused quite a distraction by assaulting several guards. As Arya ducked and dodged her way through the crowd, she slammed into Tyene. The two girls bumped heads and saw stars for a moment.
Arya was grabbed by a guard. This was it. It was all over for her now. She would be taken and tickled like the rest of the women. Then Tyene sliced the guard’s arm with a small blade she had managed to keep hidden. The man yelled in sudden pain and released his hold on Arya. Tyene and Arya stood looking at each other for a moment in the panic and then Arya grabbed Tyene’s arm and shouted, “Come on!” Arya led her through the crowd and past some distracted guards. The two girls managed to slip free of the corralled women and scrambled away from the Throne Room as fast as they could. Brienne was badly beaten and had to be taken to be treated for her injuries as a result.
Arya and Tyene fled to the streets and quickly dirtied up their clothes to help blend in with the poor inhabitants surrounding them. Then they took to the rooftops to get a better vantage point. Littlefinger’s men from The Vale were escorting a large group of them through the streets. Each woman was had been stripped naked and clasped in irons around her wrists. The mob of ladies shuffled through the streets with their heads down in shame as the peasants lined up along the path and atop buildings to taunt them and laugh. Arya and Tyene saw the five queens were also chained and forced to walk near the front of the procession surrounded by guards; however, they had been allowed to keep their dresses on. Littlefinger led them out in front.
The streets throughout the slums of King’s Landing were lined with hundreds of wooden posts in the shape of a Y. There had been a post erected about every 15 yards or so. At the base of each Y post was a small wooden platform fashioned with a cheap cushion. Arya and Tyene watched in shock as Littlefinger led the group of trailing women up the street toward her, stopping at each post. Whenever they stopped, the guards at the front would grab the next high-born lady and force her up onto the platform to be tied with her arms outstretched. Each one was forced to kneel on the cushion with their feet back behind them. Their ankles were chained together so they couldn’t bring them back in front of the post again; their soles just stayed there upturned and exposed.
Arya and Tyene watched as a beautiful blonde lady was selected and pulled up toward the Y post. She screamed pathetically and pulled back but was easily overpowered. The guards wrestled her arms up and chained her wrists to the post. Then they chained her ankles behind her at the base of the post. The woman could be heard begging and crying as the crowd began to move forward again. The same process was repeated at the next post with a young redhead who couldn’t have been much older than Arya. Each time a lady was left secured at a post, a member of the City Watch stayed near her to ensure the masses didn’t get carried away with the high-born women. Littlefinger wanted to teach them a hard lesson, not leave them for the wolves.
As the large crowd began to pass their location, Arya and Tyene could see the peasants creeping in with wiggling fingers. The ladies screamed for mercy but were quickly sent into hysterics as their bodies and soles were explored with wiggling fingers. The ladies of the court were absolutely not used to being treated like common criminals. The very notion of being forced into bondage and handed over to the poor to be tickled was absurd. But the well-off women of the realm were in tickle hell now.
Sansa Stark, Ellaria Sand, Margaery Tyrell, Cersei Lannister, and Daenerys Targaryen all walked solemnly along behind Littlefinger. It was horrible to watch each woman beg shamelessly for mercy as she was forced onto the post and left to be tickled relentlessly by disgruntled peasants. When Missandei was plucked from the crowd of women, Daenerys immediately spoke up and begged Littlefinger to let her go. “Please! She’s low-born! She was my advisor and translator! She has no armies to swear to you! There is no need to keep her!” Littlefinger dismissed Daenerys’ pleas and replied, “She can be strung up with the others just the same.” Daenerys shouted at him as Missandei was forced up onto the next post and left to be tickled like the rest of the women.
Arya and Tyene began following the crowd. Arya had to think of someway to free Sansa at least, maybe even kill Littlefinger if she had the chance. But for now she had to wait until an opportunity presented itself. Tyene was of the same mindset. She wanted so badly to murder Littlefinger and free her mother, Ellaria.
Down below, Sansa and Ellaria we’re unaware of the girls jumping along the rooftops trying to keep up with the parade of naked prisoners. The queens were bothered by seeing so many women taken kicking and screaming up to the posts that they didn’t think to look up.
After the procession was nearly over and all of the high-born women were secured out in the slums of King’s Landing, the five queens were taken to Littlefinger’s old brothel. As they walked, they could hear the ruckus around the city. Women were shouting, screaming, begging, and laughing like mad everywhere.
The five queens were anxious as they were forced inside the brothel. Littlefinger was waiting to address them.
Littlefinger: “Welcome, my queens. This will be your new home for the time being. Until you realize that serving me is the only real option you have if you want to retain your sanity. Now I’ll be quite busy for the foreseeable future. Getting a new king’s affairs in order is tedious work I’m afraid. But I will make time to...visit you...and check to see if any of you change your minds.”
Littlefinger led them into a larger room, where five sturdy boxes were bolted down to large, sturdy tables. They almost looked like five separate alters at first glance. The tops of the boxes were set off to the side like a coffin awaiting the dead. It was clear the boxes were meant for the queens. Each box was lined with padding and had a hole cut in the base so that if a person were to lay inside of it, their feet would protrude. Littlefinger seemed to have an extra bounce in his step as he moved over to the boxes with joy and smiled.
Littlefinger: “My queens, you must be tired after such a full day. Let’s get you ready to sleep. You’ll all be relieved of your clothing and wrapped in fine cloth to keep you from flailing around. Then you’ll be locked inside these boxes for the night until we can resume our talks in the morning.”
Cersei, Ellaria, Daenerys, Margaery, and Sansa were speechless as several of Littlefinger’s whores brought in rolls of different colored cloth to wrap them in. The cloth appeared to be a rough, clingy material and was in spools about half a foot wide. The women fought, twisted, and struggled as they were overpowered and forced to be mummified in the cloth. Their dresses were ripped off of them and they were held down by guards as the whores began wrapping their bodies tightly.
Cersei was seething as she yelled at the men and women tending to her. She was being wrapped from her ankles to her head in yellowish-gold cloth fitting of a Lannister. Guards forced her head back as she shouted in vain at the woman wrapping her torso. The whore left a gap across Cersei’s chest and pulled her impressive tits out so they were on display. At Littlefinger’s instruction of course. Cersie’s curses were muted as the cloth was wound across her mouth just below her nose and then up over her forehead and hair. When she was finished being wrapped, all the remained exposed were her feet, her breasts, and her nose and eyes.
The same process was being done to the rest of the four queens simultaneously. Margaery looked panicked as her body was encased in light blue cloth. She begged and pleaded weakly as she felt herself being swallowed up by the wrapping. Her pretty, shapely feet were sticking out, as well as her large breasts and big, bright eyes. She screamed worried, muffled shouts into the cloth but not much was audible with her mouth tightly wrapped as well.
Ellaria was being mummified with a dark red cloth. They wrapped her tan body snug and left her smaller mounds exposed as well as her big feet. Ellaria screamed as she felt the cloth slowly being wrapped around her, making its way around her tummy to her chest and then to her neck. As it neared her mouth, Ellaria threatened the whore wrapping her but it was no use. The cloth sealed her mouth shut and then the rest of her head was encased besides her nose and eyes.
Daenerys was wrapped in purple cloth. She too struggled while she was being bound with the wrappings. Her fiery Targaryen blood would not let her go easily into the box. Daenerys reminded Littlefinger what she would do to him once she ruled Westeros. He ignored her and watched as his whores stretched the purple fabric below and above her perky breasts and then continue up to her head. Daenerys stared with wide eyes as her mouth was wrapped, followed by most of her head. She felt quite claustrophobic with the snug wrappings on her.
Sansa tried to wiggle and break free as she felt her legs being wrapped but it was no use. The guards easily forced her into place and she felt her mobility disappearing. The whores were wrapping her in light grey cloth and left her young, perky tits exposed. Right before her mouth was wrapped, Sansa pleaded pathetically with the woman closest to her. She got no response as the girl pulled the cloth over her mouth and around the rest of her head, leaving only her pleading eyes and nose visible.
Littlefinger stood before the women as they laid on the floor completely helpless and squirming slightly. “Ladies, the hour is growing late. I’m sure you’re all ready to rest a while in your custom beds I’ve prepared for you. But before I leave you for the night, I wanted to introduce you to some friends of mine. We want to give you some attention before we leave you. Something to think about as you drift off to sleep...”
Lysa walked up and slipped her arm around Littlefinger’s. Melisandre also flanked him on his opposite side. Then Littlefinger called forth Ros, the stunning redheaded whore that began working in his brothel and then became his assistant. He also introduced Shae, the young prostitute that had been involved with Tyrion Lannister. As the five of them stared at the captive queens, Littlefinger smiled and ordered them to be locked in their boxes for some tickling before they left.
Ellaria was on the left end. She bucked and kicked wildly as men scooped her off the floor. They almost dropped her because of her thrashing but finally managed to place her in the box and fasten the lid on. There was a port that slid open on the lid so the captive’s face was visible. Ellaria tried to look around with wide, fearful eyes as the bolts were slid in place. Her big, tan size 10 feet were sticking out the bottom of the box completely vulnerable now as she curled her long, slender toes down.
Cersei growled and made incoherent threats as she twisted and writhed when guards lifted her off the floor. She shook her head from side to side in anger as she was lowered into the next box beside Ellaria. Cersei tried to pull her feet up but the guards stretched her legs and locked her ankles in the hole at the bottom of the box. Cersei’s wiggling caused her to bang against the inside of the box once the lid was on. They slid the bolts into place to keep the lid on and opened the port, revealing her irate expression as she tried in vain to curse at them through the cloth encompassing most of her face. Her pristine size 7.5 feet were visible wiggling at the base of the box.
Daenerys squirmed and wiggled as she was hoisted up in the air. She looked around anxiously and wiggled her tiny size 6 bare feet in the air as they carried her over to the middle box and laid her in it. Guards slid the bolts closed on top of the lid, thereby sealing the Mother of Dragons in her tickle coffin with no chance of escape. Her broad, meaty soles stuck out from the base of the box. Daenerys knew she everything she had gone through until this point was easy compared to the torment that would soon follow. She rubbed her feet together in nervous anticipation.
Sansa let out muffled whines and grunts as guards lifted her wiggling, mummified body off the ground. She looked around at all the guards with pleading eyes as she desperately tried pleading with them, but the wrappings made it impossible to talk. Sansa was placed inside her box and had to be held down when she tried to sit up and escape. She felt her big, narrow size 9 feet being locked into place and then screamed into the cloth as the box lid was slid over her. She crossed her feet over each other instinctively.
Margaery whimpered and made pouty sounds as guards picked her up off the ground. The young beauty from The Reach was used to being treated like royalty but now she was being locked in what could only be described as a tickle box. Margaery knew her poor feet were about to be tickled mercilessly and that thought made her skin crawl. Her big, beautiful eyes were as wide as ever as she was laid in the box on the end. Margaery shook her head desperately as they slid the box lid over her, leaving her looking through a small port hole with her size 7.5 feet dangling out of the base.
Littlefinger and his four lady assistants each chose a woman to pair off with. Littlefinger knew he would have time with each of the famous ladies eventually but for now, his interest was peaked by Daenerys, the Mother of Dragons. He had heard talk of her for several years. Her beauty, her passion, her ambition. But now she was his captive and her scrumptious, wide little soles were poking out of her tickle box all ready for him to play with.
Littlefinger had a stool brought over and he sat at the foot of Daenerys’ box, right by her naked size 6 feet. Her soles were a little meaty, plump around the balls of her feet and heels. Her tiny toes were short with round little tips. Littlefinger was delighted to feel how soft they were as he began to lightly stroke them. Daenerys must be quite accustomed to riding horses and being carried now because her supple soles felt exquisitely soft. Littlefinger saw that Daenerys began to wiggle her feet around as he merely rubbed them. He started to ever so lightly wiggle his fingers along her arches and watched with excitement as the small pair of soles before him danced around desperately. He could hear a muffled “Mmmmhhmmm” from inside the box.
Lysa was nobility so she got to pick next. She strolled right up to her niece, Sansa, and peered in at her through the port hole. Sansa looked worried and she shouted incoherent pleas when she saw Lysa looking at her. Although she couldn’t quite make out what Sansa was trying to say, Lysa got the impression that she was trying to ask her dear old aunt for help. Lysa also sat on a stool at the base of the box. She could see that her niece had long, narrow size 9 soles that were pale and creamy. Hues of pink highlighted her heels, balls of her feet, and the pads along the undersides of her toes. The girl had long toes that cascaded down evenly from her big toe. Sansa’s arches were relatively shallow and porcelain white. Lysa rested her fingers on Sansa’s arches and saw how she jumped with nervous anticipation before Lysa could even start wiggling her fingernails.
Melisandre looked over the remaining three women and then approached the box on the left containing Ellaria. Melisandre peeked in through the port hole to gaze at Ellaria’s face as she spoke to her. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Queen of Dorne. I will have the pleasure of tickling your feet before you are allowed to go to sleep tonight. In my time as a servant of The Lord of Light, I’ve gotten to tickle a great many women. To help them see the righteous path. I hope this cleanses you, Queen of Sand.” Ellaria gave Melisandre a death stare as the redheaded priestess moved away out of sight toward her feet. Melisandre knelt down on a cushion and placed her long, wicked-looking nails along Ellaria’s long arches. Melisandre smirked with pleasure as she watched Ellaria squirm hard in the box and wiggle her size 10 feet around wildly even though a thorough sole tickling was inevitable.
Shae knew exactly who she wanted to be paired up with and walked over to Cersei’s box. The frowning blonde captive glanced up at Shae, who said to her, “Oh looks like I have the little lioness trapped and vulnerable. You hated me for what I was to your brother. But now hear this, Lannister Lioness. I am going to enjoy every second of making you laugh and scream.” Cersei’s angry eyes softened a little with fear as she realized how bad her situation was. Shae knelt down by her feet and started to explore the dainty, perfectly-proportioned size 7.5 soles. Cersei held in any noise as the tickling started but her feet immediately started to fidget.
Ros strolled over to Margaery’s box and introduced herself. “Looks like I’ll be tickling you this evening, Love. It’s nothing personal, just business. Just shout if it’s getting to be too much, yeah?” Ros left Margaery as she screamed at her through the cloth covering her mouth. The redheaded whore knelt down in front of Margaery’s delightful-looking size 7.5 soles. The Queen of The Reach was renowned for her exceptional beauty. Little did the citizens of Westeros know, the Tyrell girl’s beauty also extended to her perfect feet. They were absolutely smooth and supple, with descending, lollipop toes and deep arches. Margaery began crossing her feet over one another even before Ros could touch her fingernails to them.
Melisandre wiggled her fingernails across Ellaria’s long arches, making her feet wiggle and jolt in response. The red priestess had found through experience that a lighter touch with her nails was an excellent way to continue to elicit laughter from women. She ever so lightly flicked her long fingernails gently across the Ellaria’s heels, arches, and the pads below her toes. Ellaria shifted around and wiggled her vulnerable soles as she banged around the inside of the box. Melisandre smirked at the response she was getting from the Queen of Sand as she trailed her nails gingerly across the smooth, tan arches. “That’s it. Tickle, tickle, tickle...”
Shae was not taking the gentle approach with Cersei. The young prostitute pulled back the toes on Cersei’s right foot and scribbled her fingers back and forth along the base of her toes and the fleshy pad below them. Cersei kicked and shook in her box. She tried to use her left foot to move Shae’s hands away but was unsuccessful. Shae took great pleasure in tormenting the bitchy queen. She scratched at the exposed arch and had to hold Cersei’s foot still while she kicked desperately. Shae could heat the blonde queen shouting muffled laughter from inside her box.
Littlefinger danced his fingers along the bottoms of Daenerys’ ticklish feet, making her yell muffled laughter into the cloth covering her mouth. He could hear her tiny body bucking within her box as she writhed in her cocooned state. He stroked along the fleshy arches and heels. Littlefinger still could not believe how incredibly soft her soles were. Daenerys’ feet trembled and her toes spread out as Littlefinger playfully wiggled a finger along each foot, just along the bottom curves of the balls of her feet.
Lysa was enjoying the power she had over her captive niece. Sansa laughed into the wrappings mummifying her body as she felt her aunt’s menacing fingernails skittering up and down her long, naked soles. Sansa could not stand it whenever Lysa would reach the top up by her toes and linger as she flicked her nails near the base of Sansa’s toes. The young redhead screamed into her wrappings and tears began to form at the corners of her eyes as the unbearable process was repeated over and over. She tried to roll to either side within the box but the padding inside made it a snug fit. All Sansa could do was lay there and feel Aunt Lysa’s fingernails sliding about her smooth soles.
Ros smiled a bit in amusement as she heard Margaery knocking around inside her box and shouting muffled laughter through the port hole. Ros wiggled her fingers around the creamy arches in front of her face lazily. It didn’t take much to get a decent reaction from the young queen. Ros smirked as she playfully tweaked and rolled Margaery’s soft little toes between her thumb and index finger. Margaery scrunched and wiggled her toes as she let out a stream of muffled giggles, which Ros thought was adorable. Then Ros encircled the cute pair of feet with her arm and gave them a good tickle attack with her free hand. Margaery bucked wildly and shouted, “MMMHHFFFMMM!!!”
The five queens were all shifting around like crazy in their tickle boxes and couldn’t breathe very well through their mouths because of the cloth wrappings somewhat gagging them. The women were forced to try and breathe through their noses as their feet were tickled but that made them quickly feel lightheaded and dizzy. Soon, they started to pass out from the lack of oxygen.
Sansa hated how horribly ticklish her feet were. She kicked and wiggled her big feet but her aunt kept wiggling her fingernails along the bottom of them. Sansa could feel the corners of her vision starting to blur as she desperately sucked in air through her nose. Her eyes bulged as she tried screaming at Aunt Lysa to give her a break. The poor girl just couldn’t keep up and soon after, her body went limp as she passed out in her tickle box.
Ros had picked up her intensity and was still scribbling her fingers all along Margaery’s trapped soles as she held them still. She could hear Margaery straining to make words but didn’t let up. “Sorry, Love. Littlefinger pays me to do his bidding and right now, that means tickling these cute feet of yours.” Margaery’s shouting and whining into her cloth gag became less and less audible. The bright-eyed beauty faded into unconsciousness as Ros scratched around on her impressive arches.
Melisandre skillfully scratched and dragged her long fingernails up and down Ellaria’s sensitive arches. Ellaria shook her feet and curled her toes down in desperation but nothing eased the tickling sensations as the red priestess tickled all over her big feet. Melisandre heard Ellaria breathing erratically through her nose as she shouted muffled laughter through her port hole. “Sleep well, Queen of Sand. For more tickling awaits you when you wake.” Ellaria was furious at the thought of having to endure more tickling but couldn’t help but fade into a forced sleep. Melisandre stopped once she felt Ellaria’s feet go limp.
Shae was wiggling her fingers wildly over Cersie’s wrinkly arches as the blonde Lannister queen shook her feet and clamped her toes down instinctively. Cersei wanted to get free and strangle Shae for how badly she was making her laugh. It was embarrassing and made Cersei feel weak as she writhed around in laughter. She knew Shae was loving seeing her like this. Cersei could feel her vision starting to blur at the corners. She needed air desperately and was being denied it. Cersei shook her head in frustration and then passed out inside of her tickle box.
Littlefinger had wrapped an arm around Daenerys’ ankles and was using both hands to tickle lightly over her smooth, rounded heels. He also had leaned in and was sensually sucking on the two shortest toes of her right foot. Daenerys was shaking her head and giggling in her tickle box as she felt his warm tongue snake in and out between her poor, plump toes. Littlefinger could sense that she was becoming weak from lack of air. He said to her, “Goodnight, my little queen,” and then resumed sucking her toes as he stroked her soft heels. Daenerys’ took in some panicked breaths and then slipped into unconsciousness.
Littlefinger and his female assistants left the five queens to sleep. As Littlefinger walked out of his brothel, he instructed Ros, “When they come to in the morning, come find me. I have much more in store for them.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
*Note to my readers: This story is loosely based off of the show series. This is fan fiction so I’ve altered the timeline and taken it in a direction which accommodates a story such as this. There are some parts that contain spoilers for anyone who hasn’t watched the show or isn’t up to date on episodes so fair warning. Enjoy!
Arya finally managed to climb onto the roof of one of the taller buildings lining the road. She had perfect vantage point to the wide street down below in a rundown section of King’s Landing. Arya had been corralled in the Throne Room among all of the high-born women of Westeros. The wives and daughters of all the lords and knights that refused to recognize Littlefinger as the new King of Westeros. She had been forced to watch as her sister, Sansa, and the other four “queens” of Westeros had been locked in a device and tickled in front of the whole court. It made Arya’s blood boil to think of Littlefinger torturing her sister that way.
Littlefinger had announced to all the ladies of the court that he intended they be subjected to several days of tickle torture before he allowed them to swear fealty to him. He explained that he wanted them to remember their oaths and what was in store for them if they every dreamt of breaking allegiance to him. After a couple days, he intended to release them.
After the guards started taking the women out of the Throne Room one at a time to be bound and led to their fate, there was a panic that came over the group. Brienne had urged Arya to escape while she still could. It had pained Arya; she wanted to free her sister more than anything. Not flee to hide and live off the streets again. But Arya knew she had no choice if she wanted to escape the certain tickle torture that would befall her if she stayed among the crowd. She slipped out while Brienne caused quite a distraction by assaulting several guards. As Arya ducked and dodged her way through the crowd, she slammed into Tyene. The two girls bumped heads and saw stars for a moment.
Arya was grabbed by a guard. This was it. It was all over for her now. She would be taken and tickled like the rest of the women. Then Tyene sliced the guard’s arm with a small blade she had managed to keep hidden. The man yelled in sudden pain and released his hold on Arya. Tyene and Arya stood looking at each other for a moment in the panic and then Arya grabbed Tyene’s arm and shouted, “Come on!” Arya led her through the crowd and past some distracted guards. The two girls managed to slip free of the corralled women and scrambled away from the Throne Room as fast as they could. Brienne was badly beaten and had to be taken to be treated for her injuries as a result.
Arya and Tyene fled to the streets and quickly dirtied up their clothes to help blend in with the poor inhabitants surrounding them. Then they took to the rooftops to get a better vantage point. Littlefinger’s men from The Vale were escorting a large group of them through the streets. Each woman was had been stripped naked and clasped in irons around her wrists. The mob of ladies shuffled through the streets with their heads down in shame as the peasants lined up along the path and atop buildings to taunt them and laugh. Arya and Tyene saw the five queens were also chained and forced to walk near the front of the procession surrounded by guards; however, they had been allowed to keep their dresses on. Littlefinger led them out in front.
The streets throughout the slums of King’s Landing were lined with hundreds of wooden posts in the shape of a Y. There had been a post erected about every 15 yards or so. At the base of each Y post was a small wooden platform fashioned with a cheap cushion. Arya and Tyene watched in shock as Littlefinger led the group of trailing women up the street toward her, stopping at each post. Whenever they stopped, the guards at the front would grab the next high-born lady and force her up onto the platform to be tied with her arms outstretched. Each one was forced to kneel on the cushion with their feet back behind them. Their ankles were chained together so they couldn’t bring them back in front of the post again; their soles just stayed there upturned and exposed.
Arya and Tyene watched as a beautiful blonde lady was selected and pulled up toward the Y post. She screamed pathetically and pulled back but was easily overpowered. The guards wrestled her arms up and chained her wrists to the post. Then they chained her ankles behind her at the base of the post. The woman could be heard begging and crying as the crowd began to move forward again. The same process was repeated at the next post with a young redhead who couldn’t have been much older than Arya. Each time a lady was left secured at a post, a member of the City Watch stayed near her to ensure the masses didn’t get carried away with the high-born women. Littlefinger wanted to teach them a hard lesson, not leave them for the wolves.
As the large crowd began to pass their location, Arya and Tyene could see the peasants creeping in with wiggling fingers. The ladies screamed for mercy but were quickly sent into hysterics as their bodies and soles were explored with wiggling fingers. The ladies of the court were absolutely not used to being treated like common criminals. The very notion of being forced into bondage and handed over to the poor to be tickled was absurd. But the well-off women of the realm were in tickle hell now.
Sansa Stark, Ellaria Sand, Margaery Tyrell, Cersei Lannister, and Daenerys Targaryen all walked solemnly along behind Littlefinger. It was horrible to watch each woman beg shamelessly for mercy as she was forced onto the post and left to be tickled relentlessly by disgruntled peasants. When Missandei was plucked from the crowd of women, Daenerys immediately spoke up and begged Littlefinger to let her go. “Please! She’s low-born! She was my advisor and translator! She has no armies to swear to you! There is no need to keep her!” Littlefinger dismissed Daenerys’ pleas and replied, “She can be strung up with the others just the same.” Daenerys shouted at him as Missandei was forced up onto the next post and left to be tickled like the rest of the women.
Arya and Tyene began following the crowd. Arya had to think of someway to free Sansa at least, maybe even kill Littlefinger if she had the chance. But for now she had to wait until an opportunity presented itself. Tyene was of the same mindset. She wanted so badly to murder Littlefinger and free her mother, Ellaria.
Down below, Sansa and Ellaria we’re unaware of the girls jumping along the rooftops trying to keep up with the parade of naked prisoners. The queens were bothered by seeing so many women taken kicking and screaming up to the posts that they didn’t think to look up.
After the procession was nearly over and all of the high-born women were secured out in the slums of King’s Landing, the five queens were taken to Littlefinger’s old brothel. As they walked, they could hear the ruckus around the city. Women were shouting, screaming, begging, and laughing like mad everywhere.
The five queens were anxious as they were forced inside the brothel. Littlefinger was waiting to address them.
Littlefinger: “Welcome, my queens. This will be your new home for the time being. Until you realize that serving me is the only real option you have if you want to retain your sanity. Now I’ll be quite busy for the foreseeable future. Getting a new king’s affairs in order is tedious work I’m afraid. But I will make time to...visit you...and check to see if any of you change your minds.”
Littlefinger led them into a larger room, where five sturdy boxes were bolted down to large, sturdy tables. They almost looked like five separate alters at first glance. The tops of the boxes were set off to the side like a coffin awaiting the dead. It was clear the boxes were meant for the queens. Each box was lined with padding and had a hole cut in the base so that if a person were to lay inside of it, their feet would protrude. Littlefinger seemed to have an extra bounce in his step as he moved over to the boxes with joy and smiled.
Littlefinger: “My queens, you must be tired after such a full day. Let’s get you ready to sleep. You’ll all be relieved of your clothing and wrapped in fine cloth to keep you from flailing around. Then you’ll be locked inside these boxes for the night until we can resume our talks in the morning.”
Cersei, Ellaria, Daenerys, Margaery, and Sansa were speechless as several of Littlefinger’s whores brought in rolls of different colored cloth to wrap them in. The cloth appeared to be a rough, clingy material and was in spools about half a foot wide. The women fought, twisted, and struggled as they were overpowered and forced to be mummified in the cloth. Their dresses were ripped off of them and they were held down by guards as the whores began wrapping their bodies tightly.
Cersei was seething as she yelled at the men and women tending to her. She was being wrapped from her ankles to her head in yellowish-gold cloth fitting of a Lannister. Guards forced her head back as she shouted in vain at the woman wrapping her torso. The whore left a gap across Cersei’s chest and pulled her impressive tits out so they were on display. At Littlefinger’s instruction of course. Cersie’s curses were muted as the cloth was wound across her mouth just below her nose and then up over her forehead and hair. When she was finished being wrapped, all the remained exposed were her feet, her breasts, and her nose and eyes.
The same process was being done to the rest of the four queens simultaneously. Margaery looked panicked as her body was encased in light blue cloth. She begged and pleaded weakly as she felt herself being swallowed up by the wrapping. Her pretty, shapely feet were sticking out, as well as her large breasts and big, bright eyes. She screamed worried, muffled shouts into the cloth but not much was audible with her mouth tightly wrapped as well.
Ellaria was being mummified with a dark red cloth. They wrapped her tan body snug and left her smaller mounds exposed as well as her big feet. Ellaria screamed as she felt the cloth slowly being wrapped around her, making its way around her tummy to her chest and then to her neck. As it neared her mouth, Ellaria threatened the whore wrapping her but it was no use. The cloth sealed her mouth shut and then the rest of her head was encased besides her nose and eyes.
Daenerys was wrapped in purple cloth. She too struggled while she was being bound with the wrappings. Her fiery Targaryen blood would not let her go easily into the box. Daenerys reminded Littlefinger what she would do to him once she ruled Westeros. He ignored her and watched as his whores stretched the purple fabric below and above her perky breasts and then continue up to her head. Daenerys stared with wide eyes as her mouth was wrapped, followed by most of her head. She felt quite claustrophobic with the snug wrappings on her.
Sansa tried to wiggle and break free as she felt her legs being wrapped but it was no use. The guards easily forced her into place and she felt her mobility disappearing. The whores were wrapping her in light grey cloth and left her young, perky tits exposed. Right before her mouth was wrapped, Sansa pleaded pathetically with the woman closest to her. She got no response as the girl pulled the cloth over her mouth and around the rest of her head, leaving only her pleading eyes and nose visible.
Littlefinger stood before the women as they laid on the floor completely helpless and squirming slightly. “Ladies, the hour is growing late. I’m sure you’re all ready to rest a while in your custom beds I’ve prepared for you. But before I leave you for the night, I wanted to introduce you to some friends of mine. We want to give you some attention before we leave you. Something to think about as you drift off to sleep...”
Lysa walked up and slipped her arm around Littlefinger’s. Melisandre also flanked him on his opposite side. Then Littlefinger called forth Ros, the stunning redheaded whore that began working in his brothel and then became his assistant. He also introduced Shae, the young prostitute that had been involved with Tyrion Lannister. As the five of them stared at the captive queens, Littlefinger smiled and ordered them to be locked in their boxes for some tickling before they left.
Ellaria was on the left end. She bucked and kicked wildly as men scooped her off the floor. They almost dropped her because of her thrashing but finally managed to place her in the box and fasten the lid on. There was a port that slid open on the lid so the captive’s face was visible. Ellaria tried to look around with wide, fearful eyes as the bolts were slid in place. Her big, tan size 10 feet were sticking out the bottom of the box completely vulnerable now as she curled her long, slender toes down.
Cersei growled and made incoherent threats as she twisted and writhed when guards lifted her off the floor. She shook her head from side to side in anger as she was lowered into the next box beside Ellaria. Cersei tried to pull her feet up but the guards stretched her legs and locked her ankles in the hole at the bottom of the box. Cersei’s wiggling caused her to bang against the inside of the box once the lid was on. They slid the bolts into place to keep the lid on and opened the port, revealing her irate expression as she tried in vain to curse at them through the cloth encompassing most of her face. Her pristine size 7.5 feet were visible wiggling at the base of the box.
Daenerys squirmed and wiggled as she was hoisted up in the air. She looked around anxiously and wiggled her tiny size 6 bare feet in the air as they carried her over to the middle box and laid her in it. Guards slid the bolts closed on top of the lid, thereby sealing the Mother of Dragons in her tickle coffin with no chance of escape. Her broad, meaty soles stuck out from the base of the box. Daenerys knew she everything she had gone through until this point was easy compared to the torment that would soon follow. She rubbed her feet together in nervous anticipation.
Sansa let out muffled whines and grunts as guards lifted her wiggling, mummified body off the ground. She looked around at all the guards with pleading eyes as she desperately tried pleading with them, but the wrappings made it impossible to talk. Sansa was placed inside her box and had to be held down when she tried to sit up and escape. She felt her big, narrow size 9 feet being locked into place and then screamed into the cloth as the box lid was slid over her. She crossed her feet over each other instinctively.
Margaery whimpered and made pouty sounds as guards picked her up off the ground. The young beauty from The Reach was used to being treated like royalty but now she was being locked in what could only be described as a tickle box. Margaery knew her poor feet were about to be tickled mercilessly and that thought made her skin crawl. Her big, beautiful eyes were as wide as ever as she was laid in the box on the end. Margaery shook her head desperately as they slid the box lid over her, leaving her looking through a small port hole with her size 7.5 feet dangling out of the base.
Littlefinger and his four lady assistants each chose a woman to pair off with. Littlefinger knew he would have time with each of the famous ladies eventually but for now, his interest was peaked by Daenerys, the Mother of Dragons. He had heard talk of her for several years. Her beauty, her passion, her ambition. But now she was his captive and her scrumptious, wide little soles were poking out of her tickle box all ready for him to play with.
Littlefinger had a stool brought over and he sat at the foot of Daenerys’ box, right by her naked size 6 feet. Her soles were a little meaty, plump around the balls of her feet and heels. Her tiny toes were short with round little tips. Littlefinger was delighted to feel how soft they were as he began to lightly stroke them. Daenerys must be quite accustomed to riding horses and being carried now because her supple soles felt exquisitely soft. Littlefinger saw that Daenerys began to wiggle her feet around as he merely rubbed them. He started to ever so lightly wiggle his fingers along her arches and watched with excitement as the small pair of soles before him danced around desperately. He could hear a muffled “Mmmmhhmmm” from inside the box.
Lysa was nobility so she got to pick next. She strolled right up to her niece, Sansa, and peered in at her through the port hole. Sansa looked worried and she shouted incoherent pleas when she saw Lysa looking at her. Although she couldn’t quite make out what Sansa was trying to say, Lysa got the impression that she was trying to ask her dear old aunt for help. Lysa also sat on a stool at the base of the box. She could see that her niece had long, narrow size 9 soles that were pale and creamy. Hues of pink highlighted her heels, balls of her feet, and the pads along the undersides of her toes. The girl had long toes that cascaded down evenly from her big toe. Sansa’s arches were relatively shallow and porcelain white. Lysa rested her fingers on Sansa’s arches and saw how she jumped with nervous anticipation before Lysa could even start wiggling her fingernails.
Melisandre looked over the remaining three women and then approached the box on the left containing Ellaria. Melisandre peeked in through the port hole to gaze at Ellaria’s face as she spoke to her. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Queen of Dorne. I will have the pleasure of tickling your feet before you are allowed to go to sleep tonight. In my time as a servant of The Lord of Light, I’ve gotten to tickle a great many women. To help them see the righteous path. I hope this cleanses you, Queen of Sand.” Ellaria gave Melisandre a death stare as the redheaded priestess moved away out of sight toward her feet. Melisandre knelt down on a cushion and placed her long, wicked-looking nails along Ellaria’s long arches. Melisandre smirked with pleasure as she watched Ellaria squirm hard in the box and wiggle her size 10 feet around wildly even though a thorough sole tickling was inevitable.
Shae knew exactly who she wanted to be paired up with and walked over to Cersei’s box. The frowning blonde captive glanced up at Shae, who said to her, “Oh looks like I have the little lioness trapped and vulnerable. You hated me for what I was to your brother. But now hear this, Lannister Lioness. I am going to enjoy every second of making you laugh and scream.” Cersei’s angry eyes softened a little with fear as she realized how bad her situation was. Shae knelt down by her feet and started to explore the dainty, perfectly-proportioned size 7.5 soles. Cersei held in any noise as the tickling started but her feet immediately started to fidget.
Ros strolled over to Margaery’s box and introduced herself. “Looks like I’ll be tickling you this evening, Love. It’s nothing personal, just business. Just shout if it’s getting to be too much, yeah?” Ros left Margaery as she screamed at her through the cloth covering her mouth. The redheaded whore knelt down in front of Margaery’s delightful-looking size 7.5 soles. The Queen of The Reach was renowned for her exceptional beauty. Little did the citizens of Westeros know, the Tyrell girl’s beauty also extended to her perfect feet. They were absolutely smooth and supple, with descending, lollipop toes and deep arches. Margaery began crossing her feet over one another even before Ros could touch her fingernails to them.
Melisandre wiggled her fingernails across Ellaria’s long arches, making her feet wiggle and jolt in response. The red priestess had found through experience that a lighter touch with her nails was an excellent way to continue to elicit laughter from women. She ever so lightly flicked her long fingernails gently across the Ellaria’s heels, arches, and the pads below her toes. Ellaria shifted around and wiggled her vulnerable soles as she banged around the inside of the box. Melisandre smirked at the response she was getting from the Queen of Sand as she trailed her nails gingerly across the smooth, tan arches. “That’s it. Tickle, tickle, tickle...”
Shae was not taking the gentle approach with Cersei. The young prostitute pulled back the toes on Cersei’s right foot and scribbled her fingers back and forth along the base of her toes and the fleshy pad below them. Cersei kicked and shook in her box. She tried to use her left foot to move Shae’s hands away but was unsuccessful. Shae took great pleasure in tormenting the bitchy queen. She scratched at the exposed arch and had to hold Cersei’s foot still while she kicked desperately. Shae could heat the blonde queen shouting muffled laughter from inside her box.
Littlefinger danced his fingers along the bottoms of Daenerys’ ticklish feet, making her yell muffled laughter into the cloth covering her mouth. He could hear her tiny body bucking within her box as she writhed in her cocooned state. He stroked along the fleshy arches and heels. Littlefinger still could not believe how incredibly soft her soles were. Daenerys’ feet trembled and her toes spread out as Littlefinger playfully wiggled a finger along each foot, just along the bottom curves of the balls of her feet.
Lysa was enjoying the power she had over her captive niece. Sansa laughed into the wrappings mummifying her body as she felt her aunt’s menacing fingernails skittering up and down her long, naked soles. Sansa could not stand it whenever Lysa would reach the top up by her toes and linger as she flicked her nails near the base of Sansa’s toes. The young redhead screamed into her wrappings and tears began to form at the corners of her eyes as the unbearable process was repeated over and over. She tried to roll to either side within the box but the padding inside made it a snug fit. All Sansa could do was lay there and feel Aunt Lysa’s fingernails sliding about her smooth soles.
Ros smiled a bit in amusement as she heard Margaery knocking around inside her box and shouting muffled laughter through the port hole. Ros wiggled her fingers around the creamy arches in front of her face lazily. It didn’t take much to get a decent reaction from the young queen. Ros smirked as she playfully tweaked and rolled Margaery’s soft little toes between her thumb and index finger. Margaery scrunched and wiggled her toes as she let out a stream of muffled giggles, which Ros thought was adorable. Then Ros encircled the cute pair of feet with her arm and gave them a good tickle attack with her free hand. Margaery bucked wildly and shouted, “MMMHHFFFMMM!!!”
The five queens were all shifting around like crazy in their tickle boxes and couldn’t breathe very well through their mouths because of the cloth wrappings somewhat gagging them. The women were forced to try and breathe through their noses as their feet were tickled but that made them quickly feel lightheaded and dizzy. Soon, they started to pass out from the lack of oxygen.
Sansa hated how horribly ticklish her feet were. She kicked and wiggled her big feet but her aunt kept wiggling her fingernails along the bottom of them. Sansa could feel the corners of her vision starting to blur as she desperately sucked in air through her nose. Her eyes bulged as she tried screaming at Aunt Lysa to give her a break. The poor girl just couldn’t keep up and soon after, her body went limp as she passed out in her tickle box.
Ros had picked up her intensity and was still scribbling her fingers all along Margaery’s trapped soles as she held them still. She could hear Margaery straining to make words but didn’t let up. “Sorry, Love. Littlefinger pays me to do his bidding and right now, that means tickling these cute feet of yours.” Margaery’s shouting and whining into her cloth gag became less and less audible. The bright-eyed beauty faded into unconsciousness as Ros scratched around on her impressive arches.
Melisandre skillfully scratched and dragged her long fingernails up and down Ellaria’s sensitive arches. Ellaria shook her feet and curled her toes down in desperation but nothing eased the tickling sensations as the red priestess tickled all over her big feet. Melisandre heard Ellaria breathing erratically through her nose as she shouted muffled laughter through her port hole. “Sleep well, Queen of Sand. For more tickling awaits you when you wake.” Ellaria was furious at the thought of having to endure more tickling but couldn’t help but fade into a forced sleep. Melisandre stopped once she felt Ellaria’s feet go limp.
Shae was wiggling her fingers wildly over Cersie’s wrinkly arches as the blonde Lannister queen shook her feet and clamped her toes down instinctively. Cersei wanted to get free and strangle Shae for how badly she was making her laugh. It was embarrassing and made Cersei feel weak as she writhed around in laughter. She knew Shae was loving seeing her like this. Cersei could feel her vision starting to blur at the corners. She needed air desperately and was being denied it. Cersei shook her head in frustration and then passed out inside of her tickle box.
Littlefinger had wrapped an arm around Daenerys’ ankles and was using both hands to tickle lightly over her smooth, rounded heels. He also had leaned in and was sensually sucking on the two shortest toes of her right foot. Daenerys was shaking her head and giggling in her tickle box as she felt his warm tongue snake in and out between her poor, plump toes. Littlefinger could sense that she was becoming weak from lack of air. He said to her, “Goodnight, my little queen,” and then resumed sucking her toes as he stroked her soft heels. Daenerys’ took in some panicked breaths and then slipped into unconsciousness.
Littlefinger and his female assistants left the five queens to sleep. As Littlefinger walked out of his brothel, he instructed Ros, “When they come to in the morning, come find me. I have much more in store for them.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
