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“Game of Thrones: The Five Queens” Part 10 (mff/ff)

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“Game of Thrones: The Five Queens” Part 10


*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!


Daenerys and Cersei began to wake up from their drugged state. Their minds were fuzzy with confusion. They both blinked their eyes repeatedly to clear the haze. It was well-lit in Vaerys’ bed chamber. The earliest blue glow of the morning was visible from the windows. Vaerys was sitting across the room scribbling something on parchment and sealing it. The two queens realized they were tied up on his bed. Nothing too complicated, just enough rope to keep them from being able to escape easily.

Vaerys looked up at the sound of them waking and said, “Oh good evening, my ladies. I trust that you slept well.”

Cersei: “Why did you do this to us, you dishonorable little worm?! You served alongside the Lannisters for years. I assume you’re helping Littlefinger now? Why would you betray us and help him? You’ve always been at odds with him.”

Daenerys: “Vaerys, you have to help us escape the city. This is foolish. We are Westeros’ last hope!”

Vaerys: “That is precisely why I intercepted your escape in the tunnels and brought you here. It is true that if you escaped King’s Landing and let’s say...raised an army somehow, however unlikely your odds of doing so are. You would both come back no doubt and the result would be more bloodshed. And knowing both of your temperaments, I can say to an almost certainty that you would spend every one of your soldiers’ lives to guarantee a victory.”

Vaerys said, “And then what? What is the fate of Westeros if you both somehow manage to defeat Littlefinger? Would you both share the Iron Throne? Would one surrender her claim to the other? I have my doubts that you two would remain friends after you took King’s Landing. I’ve always chosen to serve The Realm rather than a specific ruler. And the truth of it is, it is simply better for Westeros and the people in it if you never leave this city. Too many men would die because of your vengeance and pride. I’ve never trusted or cared for Littlefinger but as it stands, it is best for The Realm if he remains King.”

Daenerys: “That is TREASON!! I’ll have you burned alive for your betrayal!”

Cersei: “Does your treachery know no bounds? I’ll have you beaten to death in the streets!”

Vaerys calmly responded, “Aw, there’s that murderous rage that I was hinting at. Your demeanors illustrate my point perfectly, my ladies. Now, I’m aware of what methods Littlefinger has been implementing in order to try and break you. It sounds like it has been effective. As of this evening, it appears that he has gotten three queens and even tough, little Arya Stark to submit to him. Please know that I take no pleasure in seeing either of you subjected to his tickle torture. But the sooner you’re broken, the better it is for the people of Westeros.”

As if right on cue, there was a knock at the door. Vaerys silently walked over and opened his bedchamber door to greet whoever was on the other side of it. Littlefinger and a squad of guards walked in the room. Littlefinger was holding a rolled piece of parchment, no doubt the message Vaerys had sent him to notify him of the re-captured queens. The two men exchanged pleasantries as the guards got Daenerys and Cersei to their feet.

Littlefinger: “Lord Vaerys, your service to The Crown has proved invaluable yet again. As for you ladies, you had me quite worried for a time. But here you are returned to me. I’ll wager that you are still hesitant to swear loyalty to me?”

Both Daenerys and Cersei glared at Littlefinger. They thought of all the ways they could torture him before killing him in a horrible manner. A swift death would bring almost no satisfaction.

Littlefinger: “Very well. I think it’s time you both take a stroll through the streets and see how much your beloved people side with you when you’re begging to serve me just to make the tickling stop. A public display of swearing loyalty to me seems rather appropriate since you both have delusions of rallying the people of Westeros against me. You’ll be marched through the streets and then tickled until you openly swear in front of everyone your full service to me as your King.”

Daenerys: “I am the rightful ruler of Westeros! No matter what happens, you can’t take away my claim! The Throne is mine by right! These people will not sit by and watch as their true Queen is humiliated and tickled by a usurper! I swear Littlefinger, you WILL bow to me before I kill you!”

Littlefinger: “We’ll see how much your people love you when I march you through the streets this morning.”

Cersei: “Do what you will for now...I’ll see to it that your day comes. I’ll be the last thing you see before the life drains from your eyes.”

Littlefinger: “Bold words but hollow. Tell me, Cersei...after this morning, the crowds will be quite used to seeing you paraded through the streets, no?”

Not giving them anymore time to argue, Littlefinger sent the queens away. He had prepared a platform in the heart of the city where thousands of citizens could watch the spectacle later that morning. Littlefinger intended to march the women from the Red Keep all the way to the platform, where they would be tickled in front of everyone. He wanted the masses to witness when they broke.

As the sun steadily rose in the sky, the citizens of King’s Landing poured out into the streets, lining either side of the route to the platform. Littlefinger and a large company of his soldiers were present at the Red Keep. Daenerys and Cersei were standing beside him with only their hands tied in front of them. Sansa, Arya, Margaery, and Ellaria were also present on the steps behind Littlefinger. They were all wearing identical dark blue dresses with black flats. The signature feather sigil of Littlefinger was displayed prominently on their left upper chest. All four ladies looked miserable being forced to stand there in support of their new King.

Littlefinger addressed the crowd, “People of Westeros...I am one of you. I grew up not of a noble house. I rose to a position in the capital and now I stand here as your King. It sickens me to see so many of the great houses squabbling for power when it is you, the people of Westeros, who suffer. It is your farms that are burned, your money and food that is taken, and your sons that die fighting for these selfish queens. But today, I tell you Dorne, The Reach, and The North have all been pledged to me.”

Littlefinger waited for the cheers to die down. He said, “But...there are two that still defy me. Defy you. The daughter of The Mad King, Daenerys Targaryen. And Cersei Lannister, a queen from one of the most ruthless families ever to hold titles in Westeros. I would have them serve you now. I will see to it that they do. The only question now is...who will break first? The Lion or the Dragon?”

The crowd erupted with cheers again. Soldiers cut away and stripped Daenerys and Cersei of their robes. Their forms were on display for all the peasants to see. Littlefinger gave the order and the procession commenced. Sansa, Arya, Margaery, and Ellaria were also forced to walk a ways behind them. Littlefinger waved with a smug smile on his face as he led his captives through the streets. Daenerys tried to hold her chin up with dignity but soon was darting her eyes around at the chaos and screaming of the peasants. They were shouting obscenities at her and telling her to get ready to laugh. One woman was wiggling her fingers and cackling as she said, “Tickle tickle tickle!” Why was no one coming to her aid? Why were the people not rallying behind her? Couldn’t they see she was their rightful, loving queen?

Cersei gritted her teeth and tried her best to ignore the crowd. She could not believe this was the second time she was being paraded naked through the streets. One filthy peasant leaned in from the side and looked directly at Cersei. He yelled, “Aye, nice to see your lovely tits again, me lady! Whad’ya say?! Give ‘em a shake for us, eh?!” Cersei ignored the man and passed by him with as much pride as she could muster.

The queens finally arrived at the platform and were brought up. On it were two separate X frames set up horizontally so that the queens would be laid down on them about three feet off the ground. Daenerys was locked onto one and Cersei was locked onto the other. The other women were also brought up and made to stand behind the X frames out of the way. Littlefinger played to the crowd a little more and then introduced Melisandre, his Red Priestess, and Ros, his assistant. After the cheers died down, Ros stepped over near Daenerys and Melisandre stood near Cersei.

Littlefinger gave the order and the tickling began. Melisandre stood between Cersei’s open legs and started gently scratching and taking her nails agains the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Cersei giggled and then got her composure back. She tensed her whole body and tried to block it all out. Melisandre slid her exploring nails up into Cersei’s hip creases, making her break the silence and shout laughter. Her hips and lower abdomen were a sensitive area for her. Melisandre lightly flicked her nails all over the defined hip sockets and muscular, flat lower tummy region as Cersei laughed heartily.

Daenerys was not holding out very well either. Ros was standing near her left foot and had pried her clenched toes up to tickle the undersides. Ros scratched her fingernails along the bottoms of Daenerys’ cute, little toes and across the pad below her toes. Daenerys couldn’t stand having nails scrape along that region and let out a pouty sort of laugh. Daenerys’ full breasts swayed back and forth and jiggled as she shook with laughter.

Littelfinger beamed with pleasure as he watched the two most stubborn queens he had ever known start to crack up in front of thousands of Westeros citizens. It was truly satisfying to see the crowd cheer the torment. Cersei has been cruel to them for far too long. Always thinking she was so far above the common people. Now that she was ripped from her high throne, the people relished her ticklish agony. And as for Daenerys...she had completely misjudged the support of the people despite her advisors speaking to the contrary for years. Why a typical, stubborn Targaryen. These people did not know her or care what her intentions were. They only knew her as the daughter of The Mad King and were glad to see her tortured.

Daenerys laughed steadily as Ros attacked her vulnerable foot but then she really started screaming frantically when Littlefinger joined in. He began wiggling his fingers across the curvy sides of her plump breasts. Daenerys shrieked and tried to roll away to either side but was stuck lying flat on her back. She giggled and snorted a little and then melted into full on shrieking laughter as Littlefinger expertly traced around her bare chest. “Quiet now, Queen Daenerys. How are these people supposed to respect you after they’ve seen you laughing so hard from having your tits tickled?” Littlefinger whispered in her ear as he slid his fingers along the sides of her perky boobs.

Daenerys thrashed and tried to bite at Littlefinger. He easily dodged her attacks and continued teasing her breasts. They seemed quite sensitive as he rolled his thumbs around lightly over her areoles and across the undersides of her nipples. Daenerys shouted laughter and desperate pleas as her ticklish titties were exploited in front of the crowd. Ros had moved over to the right foot and was prying up those clenched toes now so she could get at their tender undersides. Daenerys was too distracted to put up a decent struggle and soon her tiny toes were forced up and fingernails were scratching along the undersides of them.

Melisandre was making Cersei writhe and laugh pathetically as she massaged her fingers into the blonde’s toned midsection. Cersei tried to keep her teeth clenched and her dignity intact but neither was working very successfully. She broke down and shrieked laughter as The Red Woman played with her tummy and bellybutton. Cersei laughed even harder when Melisandre crept her wiggling fingers up both of her sides, up across her ribs, and ended dangerously close to her bare armpits. Cersei could not stand to be touched there and was grateful Melisandre didn’t go any higher.

But as if Littlefinger could hear her thoughts, he showed up at the head of the X frame and began wiggling his fingertips along the inner portion of her upper arms. Cersei’s laughter became very panicky and desperate as she hoped and prayed he wouldn’t touch her armpits. Littlefinger jumped his hands down to her breasts instead and started teasing them playfully. Cersei laughed but was still very relieved to not have one of her most sensitive spots exploited. Littlefinger fondled Cersei’s bare breasts and rubbed along the shapely undersides of them with his fingers, causing her to laugh and jiggle them.

Melisandre moved down to Cersei’s trapped feet and started wiggling her fingernails along the bottoms of them. The crowd cheered as Cersei’s laughter and squirming intensified. Melisandre was focusing on the dainty arches as Cersei wiggled her feet around wildly. Cersei’s laughter was starting to sound very weak and pathetic as she tried to keep any shred of dignity that she could.

After several turns of switching back and forth between the two queens, Littlefinger took a break and addressed the crowd again. Ros and Melisandre did not let up completely though. They continued Daenerys and Cersei’s feet while Littlefinger spoke to his subjects. He said, “Well, ladies and gentlemen...these are the queens that consider themselves strong enough to rule Westeros. I ask you...do either of them strike you as a true queen? A queen should be strong, should she not? Certainly, they should be able to withstand a little tickling. But what is it you hear? Pathetic, uncontrollable laughter and begging. That simply will not do for the people of Westeros.”

The crowd roared with approval. There were shouts of “Daenerys, the Ticklish Targaryen!” and “Tickle the Brother Fucker!” Littlefinger had to smile at the crowd’s enthusiasm. He had been successful at winning the masses over. Now he had to ensure the queens were completely and utterly embarrassed and humiliated in front of the crowd so that they never again considered rising up against him. These two were the biggest threats against him and he wanted to leave no doubt in their minds that they would never be queens after he shamed them in the public square for all to see.

Littlefinger approached Melisandre and whispered something in her ear. Melisandre nodded and ceased tickling Cersei’s feet. Cersei felt anxious as she looked around and saw Melisandre step back between her legs and Littlefinger walk around toward where her head was resting. Littlefinger nodded at Melisandre, signaling her to begin.

The Red Woman began running her fingers around Cersei’s upper thighs and hip creases slowly, merely teasing the supple skin. Melisandre slid her hand over Cersei’s bare mound. A small, trimmed bush of blonde hair crowned Cersei’s pink pussy. Cersei looked up with confusion as she watched Melisandre touch her groin. The skillful fingers that had just been driving her crazy with laughter were now tenderly exploring and rubbing her.

Littlefinger didn’t allow Cersei to enjoy the attention in peace for long. He began wiggling her fingers in Cersei’s underarms, causing her to erupt in intense laughter. “Not my pits! Not my pits! Not there!” Cersei screamed as she bucked and roared laughter. Littlefinger flicked his fingers aggressively in the smooth, creamy armpits as the bitchy blonde begged him to stop. Cersei was going nuts. Melisandre was now rubbing her increasingly moistening clit with two fingers now as her ultra-sensitive underarms were being exploited.

Cersei contorted her face and whined between bouts of laughter as she felt pulled in two directions. She wasn’t sure which one feeling was making her more enraged; she couldn’t stand having her underarms touched but having someone excite her involuntarily in front of thousands of peasants was infuriating. Her body couldn’t help but react though. Cersei’s hips rose and fell as Melisandre rolled her fingers around in tiny circles over her clit.

Littlefinger continued to flick her fingers menacingly in Cersei’s armpits. He loved feeling the deep hollows perspire and shake as he drove her insane. Cersei screamed laughter as she violently whipped her head from side to side. She exclaimed, “HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH DON’T YOU DARE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! GET OUT OF MY UNDERARMS!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! MAKE HER STOP THAT!!! I COMMAND IT!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!!! I’M CERSEI LANNISTER!!!”

Littlefinger smiled at her defiance. She may have been the most powerful woman in Westeros at one point but here she was now, strapped down and absolutely powerless to stop him from tickling her armpits mercilessly. Littlefinger replied, “Ah ah, Cersei. The only way I’m stopping is if you tell everyone here that I’m your King.” He kept making her thrash with his fingers in her armpits. Melisandre was building momentum on her end as well. Cersei was grinding against the motion of her fingers. It had been some time since she last had been with Jaime and her body was betraying her will.

As Littlefinger continued to insist that Cersei declare him as her rightful King, Cersei’s head was swimming with sensations. Some were torturous and unbearable, some were forbidden and exhilarating. Melisandre was working her as if she knew exactly what she wanted. Her soft fingertips swirled in Cersei’s moist pussy as she squirmed her hips about. Tender, unrelenting rubbing that was quickening in pace. The sensations were halfway welcomed at first but now the sensual touching was quickly escalating into something she couldn’t control. Cersei felt like her body was just along for the ride now. “Oh fuck! Oh shit! What if I cum in front of all these people?! No, I mustn’t! I’m their Queen!” Cersei thought to herself in a panic.

The crowd was cheering the spectacle on as Cersei was masturbated in public. Littlefinger briefly stepped away to retrieve some oil. He began rubbing it into Cersei’s deep hollows as she whined. She cried to him, “No, don’t! Please! Don’t oil my armpits! I won’t be able to stand it!” Littlefinger resumed the tickling and answered her, “That IS the point of it after all.” Cersei screamed until her voice wavered as she felt fingers sliding around in her underarms once again.

Cersei may have been back in hell, but she also realized how dangerously close to an orgasm she was. She had to make a choice. How long could she withstand this tickling? Cersei didn’t think she had much willpower left in her. And the orgasm that was building was powerful, like a dark, thunderous storm head moving in ready to downpour. If that damned Red Woman kept it up, Cersei would surely cum in front of an entire crowd and then what? Surely they would never respect her or obey her after that.

Littlefinger demanded an answer from her. He explained, “Do it, Cersei. Make this stop. It’s the only way to save yourself from the tickling and embarrassment. Declare me the King of Westeros. Declare me YOUR King.” The warm feeling between her legs was intensifying and could not be held off unless Melisandre ceased immediately. Cersei finally made the decision to try and save whatever dignity she could muster after this. She shouted, “HAHAHAHAHA!!! ENOUGH!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! I SUBMIT!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!”

But neither Littlefinger or Melisandre stopped. Littlefinger ordered Cersei to say, “Tell these people who your King is! That’s the only way this stops! Shout it for them to hear!” Cersei was panicking; she thought submitting would make Melisandre stop and foil the orgasm rushing forth. Cersei tried screaming what Littlefinger said he wanted to hear. She hoped and prayed that she whatever she said was enough to get Melisandre to stop before she was sent over the edge.

Cersei screamed, “HAHAHAHAHA!!! STOP!! I SUBMIT!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU’RE MY KING!! I GIVE UP!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU’RE MY FUCKING KING!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! OH SHIT!! OH NO!! DON’T DO THIS!! HAHAHAHAHA!! OH FUCK, NOT HERE IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!! FUCK!!” But it was too little, too late. As Cersei was yelling, Melisandre was rubbing her fingers rapidly over her clit. Amidst trying to convince Littlefinger that he was her King, Cersei came hard. She began squirting a powerful gush of juices all over Melisandre’s fingers as they continued to rub her pussy. The clear spray fountained out as it deflected off Melisandre’s hand. Cersei’s cheeks went Lannister crimson with embarrassment as she was forced to keep squirting all over her captor’s hand involuntarily. Cersei screamed and cried as Melisandre kept manipulating her pussy and getting her to shoot more juices out.

Daenerys looked over with horror as she was still fighting off Ros’ tickle attacks on her little feet. Littlefinger wasted no time and called for Missandei to join them on the stage. Ros was excused and Littlefinger took his place by Daenerys’ side. When Missandei was brought up, she was forced to kneel between Daenerys’ legs, facing her cleanly shaven pussy. At Littlefinger’s command, Missandei was ordered to start performing oral sex on her former ruler and best friend.

Daenerys looked down apprehensively as Missandei timidly brought her mouth down to her bare mound. Daenerys’ eyes wanted to roll back in her head as she felt her best friend start lapping at her with a skilled tongue. Missandei had always been so pleasurable whenever they used to fool around during the long campaign to Westeros. Occasionally, Daenerys would need to be relieved and would call for Missandei to do the task.

Sometimes, Missandei offered to do it freely just to relieve some of Daenerys’ stress from ruling all day. Daenerys was always grateful for those times and the offer would cause such a stir in her lower regions that she couldn’t control herself. Daenerys would sometimes pull Missandei down to lick her as she sat on her throne. Dealing with those people day in and day out was taxing and it always felt nice to have 20 minutes alone to have Missandei eat her out.

But Daenerys was not happy to see Missandei going down on her today. That meant Littlefinger intended to break her the same way he had just done to Cersei. Daenerys felt her friend’s familiar tongue inside of her, licking and sucking on her quivering pussy. It had been so long since she laid with a man. Her groin responded appropriately despite her trying not to. Daenerys wanted Missandei to bring her to climax more than anything but absolutely not now. She had to hold out.

Littelfinger wiggled his fingertips just above Daenerys’ toned belly and asked her, “Do you know what happens next?” She looked at him with pleading eyes but before Daenerys could protest too much, Littlefinger was already skittering and massaging his fingers around on her tummy and sides. Daenerys erupted with laughter and bounced her torso up and down off the wooden frame in frustration. He kneaded his fingers into her sides, making her squeal and laugh as Missandei twirled her tongue between her legs.

Littlefinger took one finger and circled the poor woman’s bellybutton. It was a secretly sensitive hot zone for Daenerys and she begged and pleaded in a panic when she felt him drawing closer to it. “Please no! Not there! Not my button! I’ll scream! Don’t do it!” Daenerys begged to no avail. Littlefinger slid his finger down into her deep little bellybutton hole and playfully felt around. Daenerys craned her head back and screamed as Littlefinger probed the soft, supple skin inside her bellybutton.

Daenerys’ orgasm did not take long to come to fruition. She felt it coming on strong, like dragon fire, despite her tummy being tormented mercilessly. Littlefinger sensed it and told her, “Declare me your King in front of all these people and the tickling will stop. Surely you must see now that they don’t want you as their ruler. Give in, Daenerys. Tell me I’m your King and I’ll let you enjoy this orgasm in peace without tickling.”

The poor Targaryen girl couldn’t help but see the hopelessness of her holding out any longer. The people of Westeros did not want her there. Daenerys at least wanted the tickling to cease if she was to orgasm one last time from her best friend and confidant. Against her stubborn nature, she managed to shout, “HAHAHAHAHA!!! I SUBMIT!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Daenerys fully expected the tickling to stop and to be left unbothered in the moment as she finally gave in to her orgasm. She could feel it rushing forward now. Nothing could stop it. But Littlefinger did not keep his word and kept tormenting her bellybutton and tummy as Missandei sent her over the edge into sensual convulsions. Daenerys screamed with pleasure and mental exhaustion as she continued to be tickled during her orgasm.

Littlefinger: “Say it louder, Daenerys. Let the people of Westeros know who your true King is.”

Daenerys: “HAHAHAHAHA!!! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU’RE MY KING!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU’RE THE KING OF WESTEROS!!”


THE END
 
Thanks to everyone who read the series. I tried to incorporate as many characters as I could and listen to suggestions that you all gave me. I hope it did not disappoint. The series was very fun to write but now I’ll be moving on to some different content. I don’t make money off writing stories or commissions so if you enjoyed the series, please leave a comment. I greatly appreciate feedback and to know that readers are interested in my works.
 
A true masterpiece! Thanks for all the work and effort on this, it turned out perfect!
 
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