“Game of Thrones: The Five Queens” Part 4
*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!
Littlefinger lay in his bed with Margaery Tyrell riding him. The full moon’s light shining through the open balcony doors and the few torches he had lit in his chambers allowed him to make out Margaery’s perfect figure in the night. She rode him in reverse fashion, facing away from him as she rhythmically squirmed back and forth on his member. Littlefinger gently hugged the sides of her curvy buttocks as he watched her. Margaery’s long brown hair fell about her shoulder blades, the skin of her back seemed creamy and flawless, her hands reaching behind her and pressing into his abdominals for support as she repeatedly moved on top of him. He could see the bottoms of her perfect feet angled back at him since her legs wrapped around either side of his waist. Littlefinger would occasionally tweak her sides or give her upturned feet a quick tickle just to hear her squeal with sudden sensation.
Littlefinger had commanded that the five queens be tickled every day. They were subjected to a variety of tickling techniques and tied in various positions as he continued to try and convince them to swear loyalty to him as their king. And at night, Littlefinger would select one unlucky woman to join him in his bedchambers while the others were allowed to sleep. That woman would be tickled even more throughout the night by Littlefinger personally. That was unless...she agreed to do something else to distract him. Littlefinger had taken the other four queens into his bedchamber already the past four nights and had his way with them. He looked back on it fondly and recalled each night so far.
The first night...
He had selected Cersei, the gorgeous Lannister prize with her short, golden hair. She had gone kicking and screaming of course. In his chambers, Littlefinger had a large bed with tall wooden posts at each corner that nearly reached the ceiling. He had his guards tie Cersei kneeling on the ground at the foot of his bed near one of the corners. Her arms had been shackled up above her head, stretched tight to make her underarms vulnerable. Cersei had threatened him countless times as she was secured helplessly in that kneeling position, made ready for a night of tickling pleasures.
Littlefinger laid on his bed and was able to casually tickle his fingers in Cersei’s outstretched armpits. She tensed and squirmed wildly but she was trapped in the kneeling position at the foot of his bed. Cersei was shouting laughter in no time at all as his fingers explored and flicked over her smooth skin. Her underarms were quite a sensitive area for her. Littlefinger had a wicked grin on his face as Cersei cursed and wiggled like mad at his stroking.
After working her pretty little hollows over for a while, he got up and walked over in front of her. Cersei was panting for breath and had tear marks rolling down her cheeks. Littlefinger untied the front of his pants and pulled out his swollen member. He held it near the base as he presented it in front of Cersei’s face. “Are you ready now, Cersei?” The golden-haired Lannister bitch stared up at Littlefinger with white hot hate as the tip of his manhood rested on her cheek near the corner of her mouth. She finally submitted and opened her mouth a little. He pushed his engorged rod past her lips and filled her mouth. Littlefinger sighed with pleasure as he felt her roll her warm tongue along the underside of his shaft as she sensually brought her soft lips from his sensitive head to the thick, veiny base over and over.
Littlefinger: “That’s it, Cersei. A Lannister always pays her debts...or at least swallows them. When I finish, you’re going to swallow every last drop like a good queen, aren’t you? You don’t want me to play with your armpits again, do you?”
Cersei shook her head back and forth a little and moaned disapproving noises as she kept sucking him. As Littlefinger felt himself nearing his climax, he took hold of Cersei’s head and started thrusting more aggressively. Cersei had a disgusted expression on her face as Littlefinger’s member made her cheek bulge out again and again. This was too rough; she felt as though she was going to gag. She almost panicked and pulled away but then remembered his threat about tickling her underarms again. Cersei let herself gag a little as Littlefinger exploded inside her drooling mouth. She fought back the strong urge to spit and forced herself to gulp down the load instead.
The second night...
Littlefinger asked for Sansa to be brought to his chambers. The scared redheaded beauty of The North found herself tied facedown on Littlefinger’s bed with her arms outstretched to the sides. Her pale size 9 feet were overhanging the bottom edge of the bed and tied in place securely. Sansa nervously rubbed her soles together and crossed them over each other as she waited for Littlefinger to walk in the room. When he did, Sansa tried to talk to him, appeal to his affection and caring that he used to have for her. Littlefinger didn’t say a word as he got on the bed and straddled her calves, leaving Sansa’s creamy, trapped soles hanging off the edge of the bed in front of him. Sansa was still trying to plead with him when she felt his fingers start frantically scribbling over her arches and heels. She squealed loudly and burst into laughter.
Sansa: “No! No! Hahahahaha!! Petyr not that! Stop! You have to get off me!”
Littlefinger ignored her and kept scrubbing his fingers along her warm, smooth heels and arches. He would occasionally reach down further and wiggle his fingertips around the undersides of her toes. Sansa turned her head to either side as she howled laughter. She would occasionally bite the pillow as tears formed at the corners of her eyes. The feeling of Littlefinger attacking her completely trapped feet was unbearable physically and psychologically. There was no escape, no relief. He tortured her poor, wiggling soles for hours.
Littlefinger: “I know you want what’s best for The North, my dear sweet Sansa. But you also have to consider what is best for your feet. If you want a break, you have to be willing to do something for me.”
Sansa: “Hahahaha!! Anything! I’ll do anything! Just stop!”
Littlefinger gave her a much needed break. He retrieved a stool and placed it near the foot of his bed by Sansa’s soles. He untied his pants and pulled them down. He sat on the stool completely erect and held Sansa’s soles together as he slipped his member between her arches. Sansa gasped and immediately protested. “Littlefinger! No! That is not proper! You knew my mother! You cannot be doing that to my feet! You can’t..aaahahahahaha!!”
Littlefinger began lightly tickling his fingers over Sansa’s upturned arches, causing her to laugh and wiggle her feet around. She was inadvertently caressing his shaft with her smooth, velvety arches as she reacted to the teasing sensations across her vulnerable soles. Littlefinger pumped his cock up and down between the pale set of arches. He used one hand to play around with her clenched toes and the other to lightly scratch her smooth, pink heels. Sansa wanted so bad to deny Littlefinger his orgasm but she couldn’t help but laugh sweetly and involuntarily rub her feet around on him. Soon, Petyr Baelish was spilling himself all down his member down onto Sansa’s squirming soles.
The third night...
Littlefinger examined the five queens as they tried to catch their breath after a thorough underarm tickling. He pointed at Ellaria and commanded his men to take her up to his chambers after securing the others for their nightly slumber. Ellaria’s heart sank as she realized it would be her turn tonight. She fought against the guards as they escorted and then ultimately carried her kicking and yelling into Littlefinger’s chambers. They strung her up with her arms outstretched above her head and secured to an overhead beam. Her bare feet barely touched the ground as she stood on the tips of her toes.
Littlefinger eventually entered his room and took a long, satisfying look at Ellaria. Her beautiful, toned midsection was completely outstretched and naked with the revealing outfit she was wearing. Ellaria tried to keep her composure and held her head up proudly as Littlefinger walked around behind her like a cat stalking its prey. Ellaria forced herself to remain silent as her mind raced at the thought of what was to come. She looked onward determinately. That was until she felt Littlefinger’s hands snaking along her sides from behind. He crept around to the front and began massaging into her muscular belly.
Ellaria began to hiss forced giggles and then broke into broken laughter as she danced around trying to avoid the menacing hands. Littlefinger skittered his fingers up and down her sides, caressing her obliques and ribcage. After enduring his tickle assault for quite a while, Ellaria hung her head and laughed like a little girl. Littlefinger was getting aroused just from feeling her tiny butt scoot back against him as she writhed. He loved how he could feel her flat stomach contract and vibrate as he forced her to laugh.
Littlefinger made sure his body was flush behind hers. He wrapped one arm tightly around her waist as he used the other to tease and play with her toned tummy and ultra sensitive bellybutton. Ellaria threw her head back in unbridled laughter. She tried to twist away but Littlefinger was holding her in place too well for her to lessen the tickling even for a second. “That’s it. That really tickles doesn’t it? Let me know if you have an issue with me moving on to something...more bearable.” Ellaria kept laughing but otherwise stayed silent to his statement. She didn’t want to partake in any of his bedroom perversions. But she also couldn’t take much more tummy tickling. “Silence...I’ll take that as a sign you prefer to move on,” Littlefinger said as he ceased his tickling assault and untied his drawstrings.
“No...no...no..” Ellaria said weakly as Littlefinger pulled off her flowing, silk pants. He stood behind her and hooked his arms under her knees, allowing him to hold her up with the assistance of the ropes securing her arms to the ceiling. His fully erect dick was standing tall as he held Ellaria up, her southern region hovering just above the head of his cock. He eased his arms and lowered her down a little so she could feel his tip rubbing against her clit.
Littlefinger: “This is my final offer, Queen of Sand. If you prefer, I can go back to tickling your poor tummy or you can tell me to take you now.”
Ellaria: “Just...just get it over with and release me.”
Littlefinger: “Ah ah...say the words. Tell me to take you or I can just go back to making you scream until the sun rises.”
Ellaria: “No!...Take me. Just...put it in and take me. No more tickling.”
Ellaria was embarrassed by how wet she was just from Littlefinger rubbing his cock up against her. He slipped in with ease and began thrusting into her. She whined a little as she felt his swollen member slide in and out of her suspended body. Not long after, Littlefinger groaned as he released himself inside her.
The fourth night...
Daenerys was taken to Littlefinger’s chambers and tied laying on her back on the bed. Her hands were tied behind her back and her legs and ankles were tied together. Daenerys was wearing a blue and silver outfit but no shoes. She wiggled her tiny toes in nervous anticipation of what was to come. When Littlefinger walked in, he greeted her cordially and laid down on his bed in the opposite direction of Daenerys. Then he propped her tiny size 6 feet up on his chest so that her shapely bare soles were right in front of his face.
Daenerys: “Well Lord Baelish...I can see you have quite an affinity for women’s feet. I can’t say I’ve ever heard of such a perversion but then again...I don’t own a brothel either.”
Littlefinger: “Now now...no need for insults. You should take the attention I pay your feet as a compliment. And if you don’t mind..”
Littlefinger began lightly tickling the meaty little soles that were on display in front of him, making Daenerys smile and squirm around a little. Littlefinger loved the intimate viewing perspective he had with Daenerys’ soles mere inches away from his face. He gently wiggled his fingertips across her rounded, flawless heels and her deep, tender arches. Daenerys began to giggle and wiggle her toes instinctively as she endured yet another foot tickling session since she had been taken captive.
As the hours dragged on, Daenerys became red in the face from laughing for so long and her stomach muscles ached terribly. Littlefinger had begun squirming a single finger between each set of her tiny toes and scratching along the base of them as he moved from her big toes down to her little toes. He paused for a few moments and let Daenerys catch her breath again. “Are you ready to consider an offer that would end any further tickling for tonight?” Littlefinger said as he studied her flawless foot bottoms up close. Daenerys was exhausted from laughing like a little girl. She hated herself for doing so but she nodded in compliance.
Littlefinger was pleased with her decision and quickly untied one of her hands from behind her back. He unlaced his pants and pulled them down. Then he resumed his original spot lying next to Daenerys and propped her adorable feet back up on his chest in front of his face. Littlefinger was already almost fully erect and it didn’t take much to figure out what he wanted. Daenerys wrinkled her face in disgust as Littlefinger pressed his nose near the base of her toes and began inhaling the aroma. He took deep, calculated breaths that sent him into euphoria. Daenerys’ feet were warm and soft with just the perfect amount of smell to them from perspiring during her tickle sessions today. Then the blonde Targaryen heiress felt Littlefinger stroking her heels once again, which made her tense in giggle at the awkward sensations. The Mother of Dragons knew that in order to get Littlefinger to stop, she had to jerk him off with her free hand.
Daenerys gripped the bulging penis and began rubbing her soft palm up and down the shaft. She could feel how excited her soft, bare feet were making him. Daenerys felt the veins in his member bulging and watched his tip throb with lustful pulsing. She never imagined a man would be so interested in her soles, especially their smell. Daenerys began jerking Littlefinger’s cock quicker and occasionally rubbed the head of it with her thumb. To send him over, she began wiggling her toes around on his face. Littlefinger erupted all over her hand as she slowed her stroking gradually.
Back to the current night...
Margaery rode Littlefinger in a way that rivaled his most skilled whores. She knew what would happen to her if he became disinterested in her and she had no intentions of enduring more tickling if she could help it. Margaery was doing a very good job of acting as if this was the fuck of her young life. She moaned and gasped like a woman completely taken by the moment. Littlefinger was enjoying the facade but was too sharp to be fooled by her enticing bedroom noises. But she was doing her part and that was all that mattered to him this night.
Margaery kept riding Littlefinger like a stallion. She had been taught very well how to please a man. Margaery knew exactly how to move and what to do to drive a man wild. Despite owning a brothel, Littlefinger was no exception to her techniques. She could feel him swelling even harder inside of her and knew he was nearing his climax.
This would be the fourth time tonight he had spilled his seed with Margaery. She knew that in order to avoid being tickled anymore tonight, she had to immediately offer an unforgettable experience in exchange for mercy. After Littlefinger had rested for a bit, he had wanted her again. And again. And now Margaery was on top of him getting ready to bring about his fourth orgasm of the night.
She knew just how to send Littlefinger over the edge. Margaery leaned forward so that her elbows were propped up on the bed, leaving only her full bottom visible to Littlefinger as she bounced it up and down on his cock. Her butt cheeks smacked softly against his pelvis as she passionately moaned. Ecstasy washed over Littlefinger as he enjoyed his view of the young Tyrell heiress. He placed both of his hands on the sides of her impressive, round cheeks and jiggled her ass a little as she bounced it faster. Then Littlefinger began to spill himself inside of her once again.
After he was done, they lay next to each other in the bed catching their breath. The sky was warming into a dull pink as the sun started to peak over the horizon. It signaled the start of another day of tickling for Margaery. The thought made her skin crawl.
Littlefinger: “Looks like we better get you back to my brothel with the others. I’m sure you’re eager to start the day’s activities.”
Margaery: “Please...wait. Let me do something else for you. You won’t regret it.”
Littlefinger: “I’m already quite satisfied with our night.”
Margaery: “Please! Let me take you in my mouth again! I’ll do a good job! It’ll be better than the first time!”
Littlefinger: “I’m sorry but my answer is no. Now get dressed. You best prepare yourself for today and consider swearing loyalty to me.”
Margaery wanted to break down and cry. She didn’t think she could handle much more. But she didn’t have much choice as guards escorted her back to the brothel. Littlefinger followed her and the guards into his establishment with a pleasant smile on his face. The other four queens were already awake and his whores had helped dress them. Now that Margaery was back with the group, Littlefinger addressed the queens. “Good morning, ladies. I think I’ll declare today...another foot day.”
The queens all immediately started protesting and pouting. Guards brought in the usual line of stocks and set them up. Littlefinger was fond of using them when he wanted to tickle the queens’ feet. Once they were erected once more, the women were all forced into the seats with their feet poking out on the other side through the holes in the wooden boards. From left to right, they sat in the order: Cersei, Margaery, Sansa, Ellaria, Daenerys.
The queens were locked into the sets of stocks by Littlefinger’s whores. Guards bound their hands to sturdy, metal rings on the backside of the stocks. Littlefinger studied the sight of his captives locked up and vulnerable in front of him. Each pair of delicious looking soles protruded from the line of stocks, ready to be teased and tormented. He motioned for Melisandre to fetch some toe ties. She returned with a handful of short lengths of white string. Littlefinger watched each queen’s reaction as Melisandre went down the line and tied their big toes together.
Cersei tried to be defiant by shifting her feet around vigorously. She hoped that if she put up too much of a fight, Melisandre would grow impatient and move on without bothering to restrain her toes. But the red priestess was not deterred. Cersei evaded her hands for a little while, cursing her name as she did. But then Melisandre gripped both of Cersei’s big toes using her thumb and index finger. She kept the Lannister queen’s feet held together and wrapped the white string around both big toes. Melisandre tied the string snuggly, effectively restraining Cersei’s feet further.
Cersei bared her teeth in a snarl as she cursed Littlefinger and Melisandre. Her display of defiance and aggression in the face of impending torture and humiliation was humorous to Littlefinger. He chuckled at the sight of her secured in stocks with fiery rage in her eyes. “Whatever is the matter, Cersei? Don’t want me to feather your pretty little feet again? Don’t think you can take it?”
Littlefinger pulled the long, stiff feather out that he had been hiding behind his back. It was one of his favorite tools and it resembled the one he bore on his sigil. He waved it teasingly in front of Cersei’s face. She followed its lazy path with her eyes as she continued to scowl. “I swear, Littlefinger, if you go near my feet again..I’ll make sure you suffer for days before I finally let you die. Let me go now and I’ll give you a clean death,” Cersei said hatefully. Littlefinger smirked and replied, “Oh come on, Cersei. We both know you would make me suffer regardless of what I do for you now. So just sit there and get ready to laugh.”
Melisandre moved on to Margaery, who was visibly worried about what was in store for her this day. Littlefinger watched as Melisandre took a length of string and looped it around the base of Margaery’s big toes. The young beauty pouted as the string was tied in a neat little knot, firmly holding her feet side by side so she couldn’t cross them over one another.
Littlefinger knelt down in front of Margaery and played with the feather in his hand. He twisted it and slowly waved it as he said, “You know, Margaery...you’ve already honored Highgarden enough by enduring as much as you have. You don’t really want me to flick this feather all over the bottoms of your feet again, do you? Wouldn’t you rather just swear fealty to me?”
Margaery looked down at her trapped toes and bit her bottom lip as she considered what to do. She thought about her proud family and all of the subjects she wished to rule one day. When she looked back up and saw the feather again, she quickly looked away. Littlefinger snickered and said, “So many things to consider, I know. Perhaps I can help make your decision for you in a little while.”
The red priestess moved on to Sansa. Melisandre took a length of white string and lassoed both of Sansa’s big toes before pulling it right around their slender base. Sansa offered no resistance as her toes were tied together securely. She knew she had to conserve her strength if she was to make it through another “foot day” as Littlefinger called them. The last time he had put the queens through a day of feet tickling, Sansa had nearly gone mad. Her long, slender feet were terribly sensitive.
Littlefinger stood in front of Sansa and smiled at her as he showed her the feather. He teased her by saying, “Are you ready to swear The North to me, Lady Stark? Or would you rather some more attention be paid to your feet?” Sansa took a deep breath as she blinked slowly. She replied, “Littlefinger, I have nothing to say to you. Do what you must and be on with it.” Sansa was terribly anxious for what he had in store for them but she cooly turned her head to the side to look elsewhere besides at Littlefinger.
Littlefinger took it in stride as he moved down the line to Ellaria. There he watched Melisandre stretch out a cut of string and capture Ellaria’s wiggling big toes with it. The Dornish queen shouted in anger as her toes were finally restrained. Ellaria’s big toes were long and oval shaped. The white string clung nicely around the narrow base of them after it had been tied off with a knot.
“Untie me immediately! I will spare your life for what you’ve put me through. But if you let me go now, I’ll promise that you’ll only suffer for a short time. If you go near my feet again, I’ll see to it you die in excruciating pain,” Ellaria warned. Littlefinger ignored her threats and replied, “I know that customs in Dorne are a little different than here in King’s Landing. But while you are here, you’ll talk to me with rather more respect and rather less threats on my life. Or else...I can find the time tonight to play with your beautiful tummy some more.” Ellaria chose to bite her tongue as she thought about how horrible it would be to have Littlefinger poking around in her bellybutton again. She just glared back at him.
Finally Littlefinger arrived at Daenerys right as her big toes were being encircled with a bit of string. Melisandre tied them together tightly and left the Targaryen queen even more restricted. Daenerys determinedly tried to scrunch and flex her toes but it did nothing to loosen or relieve her of the toe tie. She wrinkled her face in a look of focus and then disappointment as it became quickly apparent that her tiny feet were completely vulnerable to another foot tickling assault.
Littlefinger knelt down and spoke with her. He wafted the feather slowly and then told her, “Daenerys, you know I never grow tired of tickling your feet. But...I also want you to reconsider my offer. Swear loyalty to me or...tickle tickle tickle.” Daenerys swallowed hard but kept her head held high as she staunchly refused Littlefinger.
Littlefinger walked back in front of the group of women and addressed them once more. “My ladies...it seems you all are still determined to refuse my offer. Very well. I have a surprise for you all. Maester Qyburn has concocted something for me...something special that should help change your minds.”
Little did Littlefinger know that Arya and Tyene were hidden up in the rafters of his brothel looking down on him and the group. The two girls were almost completely shrouded in darkness up near the ceiling as they hid and waited for an opportune time to free their loved ones. Both Arya and Tyene were now armed with blades. But for now, they watched and waited to make their move.
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!
Littlefinger lay in his bed with Margaery Tyrell riding him. The full moon’s light shining through the open balcony doors and the few torches he had lit in his chambers allowed him to make out Margaery’s perfect figure in the night. She rode him in reverse fashion, facing away from him as she rhythmically squirmed back and forth on his member. Littlefinger gently hugged the sides of her curvy buttocks as he watched her. Margaery’s long brown hair fell about her shoulder blades, the skin of her back seemed creamy and flawless, her hands reaching behind her and pressing into his abdominals for support as she repeatedly moved on top of him. He could see the bottoms of her perfect feet angled back at him since her legs wrapped around either side of his waist. Littlefinger would occasionally tweak her sides or give her upturned feet a quick tickle just to hear her squeal with sudden sensation.
Littlefinger had commanded that the five queens be tickled every day. They were subjected to a variety of tickling techniques and tied in various positions as he continued to try and convince them to swear loyalty to him as their king. And at night, Littlefinger would select one unlucky woman to join him in his bedchambers while the others were allowed to sleep. That woman would be tickled even more throughout the night by Littlefinger personally. That was unless...she agreed to do something else to distract him. Littlefinger had taken the other four queens into his bedchamber already the past four nights and had his way with them. He looked back on it fondly and recalled each night so far.
The first night...
He had selected Cersei, the gorgeous Lannister prize with her short, golden hair. She had gone kicking and screaming of course. In his chambers, Littlefinger had a large bed with tall wooden posts at each corner that nearly reached the ceiling. He had his guards tie Cersei kneeling on the ground at the foot of his bed near one of the corners. Her arms had been shackled up above her head, stretched tight to make her underarms vulnerable. Cersei had threatened him countless times as she was secured helplessly in that kneeling position, made ready for a night of tickling pleasures.
Littlefinger laid on his bed and was able to casually tickle his fingers in Cersei’s outstretched armpits. She tensed and squirmed wildly but she was trapped in the kneeling position at the foot of his bed. Cersei was shouting laughter in no time at all as his fingers explored and flicked over her smooth skin. Her underarms were quite a sensitive area for her. Littlefinger had a wicked grin on his face as Cersei cursed and wiggled like mad at his stroking.
After working her pretty little hollows over for a while, he got up and walked over in front of her. Cersei was panting for breath and had tear marks rolling down her cheeks. Littlefinger untied the front of his pants and pulled out his swollen member. He held it near the base as he presented it in front of Cersei’s face. “Are you ready now, Cersei?” The golden-haired Lannister bitch stared up at Littlefinger with white hot hate as the tip of his manhood rested on her cheek near the corner of her mouth. She finally submitted and opened her mouth a little. He pushed his engorged rod past her lips and filled her mouth. Littlefinger sighed with pleasure as he felt her roll her warm tongue along the underside of his shaft as she sensually brought her soft lips from his sensitive head to the thick, veiny base over and over.
Littlefinger: “That’s it, Cersei. A Lannister always pays her debts...or at least swallows them. When I finish, you’re going to swallow every last drop like a good queen, aren’t you? You don’t want me to play with your armpits again, do you?”
Cersei shook her head back and forth a little and moaned disapproving noises as she kept sucking him. As Littlefinger felt himself nearing his climax, he took hold of Cersei’s head and started thrusting more aggressively. Cersei had a disgusted expression on her face as Littlefinger’s member made her cheek bulge out again and again. This was too rough; she felt as though she was going to gag. She almost panicked and pulled away but then remembered his threat about tickling her underarms again. Cersei let herself gag a little as Littlefinger exploded inside her drooling mouth. She fought back the strong urge to spit and forced herself to gulp down the load instead.
The second night...
Littlefinger asked for Sansa to be brought to his chambers. The scared redheaded beauty of The North found herself tied facedown on Littlefinger’s bed with her arms outstretched to the sides. Her pale size 9 feet were overhanging the bottom edge of the bed and tied in place securely. Sansa nervously rubbed her soles together and crossed them over each other as she waited for Littlefinger to walk in the room. When he did, Sansa tried to talk to him, appeal to his affection and caring that he used to have for her. Littlefinger didn’t say a word as he got on the bed and straddled her calves, leaving Sansa’s creamy, trapped soles hanging off the edge of the bed in front of him. Sansa was still trying to plead with him when she felt his fingers start frantically scribbling over her arches and heels. She squealed loudly and burst into laughter.
Sansa: “No! No! Hahahahaha!! Petyr not that! Stop! You have to get off me!”
Littlefinger ignored her and kept scrubbing his fingers along her warm, smooth heels and arches. He would occasionally reach down further and wiggle his fingertips around the undersides of her toes. Sansa turned her head to either side as she howled laughter. She would occasionally bite the pillow as tears formed at the corners of her eyes. The feeling of Littlefinger attacking her completely trapped feet was unbearable physically and psychologically. There was no escape, no relief. He tortured her poor, wiggling soles for hours.
Littlefinger: “I know you want what’s best for The North, my dear sweet Sansa. But you also have to consider what is best for your feet. If you want a break, you have to be willing to do something for me.”
Sansa: “Hahahaha!! Anything! I’ll do anything! Just stop!”
Littlefinger gave her a much needed break. He retrieved a stool and placed it near the foot of his bed by Sansa’s soles. He untied his pants and pulled them down. He sat on the stool completely erect and held Sansa’s soles together as he slipped his member between her arches. Sansa gasped and immediately protested. “Littlefinger! No! That is not proper! You knew my mother! You cannot be doing that to my feet! You can’t..aaahahahahaha!!”
Littlefinger began lightly tickling his fingers over Sansa’s upturned arches, causing her to laugh and wiggle her feet around. She was inadvertently caressing his shaft with her smooth, velvety arches as she reacted to the teasing sensations across her vulnerable soles. Littlefinger pumped his cock up and down between the pale set of arches. He used one hand to play around with her clenched toes and the other to lightly scratch her smooth, pink heels. Sansa wanted so bad to deny Littlefinger his orgasm but she couldn’t help but laugh sweetly and involuntarily rub her feet around on him. Soon, Petyr Baelish was spilling himself all down his member down onto Sansa’s squirming soles.
The third night...
Littlefinger examined the five queens as they tried to catch their breath after a thorough underarm tickling. He pointed at Ellaria and commanded his men to take her up to his chambers after securing the others for their nightly slumber. Ellaria’s heart sank as she realized it would be her turn tonight. She fought against the guards as they escorted and then ultimately carried her kicking and yelling into Littlefinger’s chambers. They strung her up with her arms outstretched above her head and secured to an overhead beam. Her bare feet barely touched the ground as she stood on the tips of her toes.
Littlefinger eventually entered his room and took a long, satisfying look at Ellaria. Her beautiful, toned midsection was completely outstretched and naked with the revealing outfit she was wearing. Ellaria tried to keep her composure and held her head up proudly as Littlefinger walked around behind her like a cat stalking its prey. Ellaria forced herself to remain silent as her mind raced at the thought of what was to come. She looked onward determinately. That was until she felt Littlefinger’s hands snaking along her sides from behind. He crept around to the front and began massaging into her muscular belly.
Ellaria began to hiss forced giggles and then broke into broken laughter as she danced around trying to avoid the menacing hands. Littlefinger skittered his fingers up and down her sides, caressing her obliques and ribcage. After enduring his tickle assault for quite a while, Ellaria hung her head and laughed like a little girl. Littlefinger was getting aroused just from feeling her tiny butt scoot back against him as she writhed. He loved how he could feel her flat stomach contract and vibrate as he forced her to laugh.
Littlefinger made sure his body was flush behind hers. He wrapped one arm tightly around her waist as he used the other to tease and play with her toned tummy and ultra sensitive bellybutton. Ellaria threw her head back in unbridled laughter. She tried to twist away but Littlefinger was holding her in place too well for her to lessen the tickling even for a second. “That’s it. That really tickles doesn’t it? Let me know if you have an issue with me moving on to something...more bearable.” Ellaria kept laughing but otherwise stayed silent to his statement. She didn’t want to partake in any of his bedroom perversions. But she also couldn’t take much more tummy tickling. “Silence...I’ll take that as a sign you prefer to move on,” Littlefinger said as he ceased his tickling assault and untied his drawstrings.
“No...no...no..” Ellaria said weakly as Littlefinger pulled off her flowing, silk pants. He stood behind her and hooked his arms under her knees, allowing him to hold her up with the assistance of the ropes securing her arms to the ceiling. His fully erect dick was standing tall as he held Ellaria up, her southern region hovering just above the head of his cock. He eased his arms and lowered her down a little so she could feel his tip rubbing against her clit.
Littlefinger: “This is my final offer, Queen of Sand. If you prefer, I can go back to tickling your poor tummy or you can tell me to take you now.”
Ellaria: “Just...just get it over with and release me.”
Littlefinger: “Ah ah...say the words. Tell me to take you or I can just go back to making you scream until the sun rises.”
Ellaria: “No!...Take me. Just...put it in and take me. No more tickling.”
Ellaria was embarrassed by how wet she was just from Littlefinger rubbing his cock up against her. He slipped in with ease and began thrusting into her. She whined a little as she felt his swollen member slide in and out of her suspended body. Not long after, Littlefinger groaned as he released himself inside her.
The fourth night...
Daenerys was taken to Littlefinger’s chambers and tied laying on her back on the bed. Her hands were tied behind her back and her legs and ankles were tied together. Daenerys was wearing a blue and silver outfit but no shoes. She wiggled her tiny toes in nervous anticipation of what was to come. When Littlefinger walked in, he greeted her cordially and laid down on his bed in the opposite direction of Daenerys. Then he propped her tiny size 6 feet up on his chest so that her shapely bare soles were right in front of his face.
Daenerys: “Well Lord Baelish...I can see you have quite an affinity for women’s feet. I can’t say I’ve ever heard of such a perversion but then again...I don’t own a brothel either.”
Littlefinger: “Now now...no need for insults. You should take the attention I pay your feet as a compliment. And if you don’t mind..”
Littlefinger began lightly tickling the meaty little soles that were on display in front of him, making Daenerys smile and squirm around a little. Littlefinger loved the intimate viewing perspective he had with Daenerys’ soles mere inches away from his face. He gently wiggled his fingertips across her rounded, flawless heels and her deep, tender arches. Daenerys began to giggle and wiggle her toes instinctively as she endured yet another foot tickling session since she had been taken captive.
As the hours dragged on, Daenerys became red in the face from laughing for so long and her stomach muscles ached terribly. Littlefinger had begun squirming a single finger between each set of her tiny toes and scratching along the base of them as he moved from her big toes down to her little toes. He paused for a few moments and let Daenerys catch her breath again. “Are you ready to consider an offer that would end any further tickling for tonight?” Littlefinger said as he studied her flawless foot bottoms up close. Daenerys was exhausted from laughing like a little girl. She hated herself for doing so but she nodded in compliance.
Littlefinger was pleased with her decision and quickly untied one of her hands from behind her back. He unlaced his pants and pulled them down. Then he resumed his original spot lying next to Daenerys and propped her adorable feet back up on his chest in front of his face. Littlefinger was already almost fully erect and it didn’t take much to figure out what he wanted. Daenerys wrinkled her face in disgust as Littlefinger pressed his nose near the base of her toes and began inhaling the aroma. He took deep, calculated breaths that sent him into euphoria. Daenerys’ feet were warm and soft with just the perfect amount of smell to them from perspiring during her tickle sessions today. Then the blonde Targaryen heiress felt Littlefinger stroking her heels once again, which made her tense in giggle at the awkward sensations. The Mother of Dragons knew that in order to get Littlefinger to stop, she had to jerk him off with her free hand.
Daenerys gripped the bulging penis and began rubbing her soft palm up and down the shaft. She could feel how excited her soft, bare feet were making him. Daenerys felt the veins in his member bulging and watched his tip throb with lustful pulsing. She never imagined a man would be so interested in her soles, especially their smell. Daenerys began jerking Littlefinger’s cock quicker and occasionally rubbed the head of it with her thumb. To send him over, she began wiggling her toes around on his face. Littlefinger erupted all over her hand as she slowed her stroking gradually.
Back to the current night...
Margaery rode Littlefinger in a way that rivaled his most skilled whores. She knew what would happen to her if he became disinterested in her and she had no intentions of enduring more tickling if she could help it. Margaery was doing a very good job of acting as if this was the fuck of her young life. She moaned and gasped like a woman completely taken by the moment. Littlefinger was enjoying the facade but was too sharp to be fooled by her enticing bedroom noises. But she was doing her part and that was all that mattered to him this night.
Margaery kept riding Littlefinger like a stallion. She had been taught very well how to please a man. Margaery knew exactly how to move and what to do to drive a man wild. Despite owning a brothel, Littlefinger was no exception to her techniques. She could feel him swelling even harder inside of her and knew he was nearing his climax.
This would be the fourth time tonight he had spilled his seed with Margaery. She knew that in order to avoid being tickled anymore tonight, she had to immediately offer an unforgettable experience in exchange for mercy. After Littlefinger had rested for a bit, he had wanted her again. And again. And now Margaery was on top of him getting ready to bring about his fourth orgasm of the night.
She knew just how to send Littlefinger over the edge. Margaery leaned forward so that her elbows were propped up on the bed, leaving only her full bottom visible to Littlefinger as she bounced it up and down on his cock. Her butt cheeks smacked softly against his pelvis as she passionately moaned. Ecstasy washed over Littlefinger as he enjoyed his view of the young Tyrell heiress. He placed both of his hands on the sides of her impressive, round cheeks and jiggled her ass a little as she bounced it faster. Then Littlefinger began to spill himself inside of her once again.
After he was done, they lay next to each other in the bed catching their breath. The sky was warming into a dull pink as the sun started to peak over the horizon. It signaled the start of another day of tickling for Margaery. The thought made her skin crawl.
Littlefinger: “Looks like we better get you back to my brothel with the others. I’m sure you’re eager to start the day’s activities.”
Margaery: “Please...wait. Let me do something else for you. You won’t regret it.”
Littlefinger: “I’m already quite satisfied with our night.”
Margaery: “Please! Let me take you in my mouth again! I’ll do a good job! It’ll be better than the first time!”
Littlefinger: “I’m sorry but my answer is no. Now get dressed. You best prepare yourself for today and consider swearing loyalty to me.”
Margaery wanted to break down and cry. She didn’t think she could handle much more. But she didn’t have much choice as guards escorted her back to the brothel. Littlefinger followed her and the guards into his establishment with a pleasant smile on his face. The other four queens were already awake and his whores had helped dress them. Now that Margaery was back with the group, Littlefinger addressed the queens. “Good morning, ladies. I think I’ll declare today...another foot day.”
The queens all immediately started protesting and pouting. Guards brought in the usual line of stocks and set them up. Littlefinger was fond of using them when he wanted to tickle the queens’ feet. Once they were erected once more, the women were all forced into the seats with their feet poking out on the other side through the holes in the wooden boards. From left to right, they sat in the order: Cersei, Margaery, Sansa, Ellaria, Daenerys.
The queens were locked into the sets of stocks by Littlefinger’s whores. Guards bound their hands to sturdy, metal rings on the backside of the stocks. Littlefinger studied the sight of his captives locked up and vulnerable in front of him. Each pair of delicious looking soles protruded from the line of stocks, ready to be teased and tormented. He motioned for Melisandre to fetch some toe ties. She returned with a handful of short lengths of white string. Littlefinger watched each queen’s reaction as Melisandre went down the line and tied their big toes together.
Cersei tried to be defiant by shifting her feet around vigorously. She hoped that if she put up too much of a fight, Melisandre would grow impatient and move on without bothering to restrain her toes. But the red priestess was not deterred. Cersei evaded her hands for a little while, cursing her name as she did. But then Melisandre gripped both of Cersei’s big toes using her thumb and index finger. She kept the Lannister queen’s feet held together and wrapped the white string around both big toes. Melisandre tied the string snuggly, effectively restraining Cersei’s feet further.
Cersei bared her teeth in a snarl as she cursed Littlefinger and Melisandre. Her display of defiance and aggression in the face of impending torture and humiliation was humorous to Littlefinger. He chuckled at the sight of her secured in stocks with fiery rage in her eyes. “Whatever is the matter, Cersei? Don’t want me to feather your pretty little feet again? Don’t think you can take it?”
Littlefinger pulled the long, stiff feather out that he had been hiding behind his back. It was one of his favorite tools and it resembled the one he bore on his sigil. He waved it teasingly in front of Cersei’s face. She followed its lazy path with her eyes as she continued to scowl. “I swear, Littlefinger, if you go near my feet again..I’ll make sure you suffer for days before I finally let you die. Let me go now and I’ll give you a clean death,” Cersei said hatefully. Littlefinger smirked and replied, “Oh come on, Cersei. We both know you would make me suffer regardless of what I do for you now. So just sit there and get ready to laugh.”
Melisandre moved on to Margaery, who was visibly worried about what was in store for her this day. Littlefinger watched as Melisandre took a length of string and looped it around the base of Margaery’s big toes. The young beauty pouted as the string was tied in a neat little knot, firmly holding her feet side by side so she couldn’t cross them over one another.
Littlefinger knelt down in front of Margaery and played with the feather in his hand. He twisted it and slowly waved it as he said, “You know, Margaery...you’ve already honored Highgarden enough by enduring as much as you have. You don’t really want me to flick this feather all over the bottoms of your feet again, do you? Wouldn’t you rather just swear fealty to me?”
Margaery looked down at her trapped toes and bit her bottom lip as she considered what to do. She thought about her proud family and all of the subjects she wished to rule one day. When she looked back up and saw the feather again, she quickly looked away. Littlefinger snickered and said, “So many things to consider, I know. Perhaps I can help make your decision for you in a little while.”
The red priestess moved on to Sansa. Melisandre took a length of white string and lassoed both of Sansa’s big toes before pulling it right around their slender base. Sansa offered no resistance as her toes were tied together securely. She knew she had to conserve her strength if she was to make it through another “foot day” as Littlefinger called them. The last time he had put the queens through a day of feet tickling, Sansa had nearly gone mad. Her long, slender feet were terribly sensitive.
Littlefinger stood in front of Sansa and smiled at her as he showed her the feather. He teased her by saying, “Are you ready to swear The North to me, Lady Stark? Or would you rather some more attention be paid to your feet?” Sansa took a deep breath as she blinked slowly. She replied, “Littlefinger, I have nothing to say to you. Do what you must and be on with it.” Sansa was terribly anxious for what he had in store for them but she cooly turned her head to the side to look elsewhere besides at Littlefinger.
Littlefinger took it in stride as he moved down the line to Ellaria. There he watched Melisandre stretch out a cut of string and capture Ellaria’s wiggling big toes with it. The Dornish queen shouted in anger as her toes were finally restrained. Ellaria’s big toes were long and oval shaped. The white string clung nicely around the narrow base of them after it had been tied off with a knot.
“Untie me immediately! I will spare your life for what you’ve put me through. But if you let me go now, I’ll promise that you’ll only suffer for a short time. If you go near my feet again, I’ll see to it you die in excruciating pain,” Ellaria warned. Littlefinger ignored her threats and replied, “I know that customs in Dorne are a little different than here in King’s Landing. But while you are here, you’ll talk to me with rather more respect and rather less threats on my life. Or else...I can find the time tonight to play with your beautiful tummy some more.” Ellaria chose to bite her tongue as she thought about how horrible it would be to have Littlefinger poking around in her bellybutton again. She just glared back at him.
Finally Littlefinger arrived at Daenerys right as her big toes were being encircled with a bit of string. Melisandre tied them together tightly and left the Targaryen queen even more restricted. Daenerys determinedly tried to scrunch and flex her toes but it did nothing to loosen or relieve her of the toe tie. She wrinkled her face in a look of focus and then disappointment as it became quickly apparent that her tiny feet were completely vulnerable to another foot tickling assault.
Littlefinger knelt down and spoke with her. He wafted the feather slowly and then told her, “Daenerys, you know I never grow tired of tickling your feet. But...I also want you to reconsider my offer. Swear loyalty to me or...tickle tickle tickle.” Daenerys swallowed hard but kept her head held high as she staunchly refused Littlefinger.
Littlefinger walked back in front of the group of women and addressed them once more. “My ladies...it seems you all are still determined to refuse my offer. Very well. I have a surprise for you all. Maester Qyburn has concocted something for me...something special that should help change your minds.”
Little did Littlefinger know that Arya and Tyene were hidden up in the rafters of his brothel looking down on him and the group. The two girls were almost completely shrouded in darkness up near the ceiling as they hid and waited for an opportune time to free their loved ones. Both Arya and Tyene were now armed with blades. But for now, they watched and waited to make their move.
TO BE CONTINUED...
