“Game of Thrones: The Five Queens” Part 9
*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 watched as Ros continued to flick her feather over the bound soles of Missandei, Brienne, and Ygritte as they squirmed and laughed pathetically. Finally, Ros put her feather down and told the captives, “You three wait here just a moment. I think a hairbrush might be a nice change of pace.” Missandei lowered her head with a pouty expression on her face. Brienne and Ygritte shouted protests as they looked around blindly, desperately trying to get Ros’ attention before she walked away.
Daenerys and Cersei knew this might be their only chance to escape the passageway. Because they were still bound in their mummification wrappings, Daenerys and Cersei had to hop forward from their hiding spots. Cersei went straight past the bound beauties as she headed for what she thought was the way out. But Daenerys couldn’t bring herself to just pass by her best friend. She stopped by Missandei and called to her. The sound of Daenerys’ voice made Missandei perk up immediately and cry with joy.
Daenerys and Missandei talked over one another they were so excited and relieved to be near each other again. Daenerys tried to scan the dimly lit room for a knife or a blade of some type that could cut her wrappings free from her body. She noticed a knife strapped to one of the boots discarded nearby. Judging by the size of the boot, it probably belonged to the large warrior woman before they stripped her of her footwear.
Daenerys was able to kneel down and grasp the handle of the knife with one of her hands sticking out from the wrappings. She awkwardly started sawing the blade through the nearest bindings she could cut at and before too long, she had freed an arm. Daenerys quickly cut away her wrappings and then immediately did the same for Cersei, although she contemplated leaving her bound in the passageway. “No, we have to align our remaining forces now, regardless of where we once stood against each other,” she thought as she hacked Cersei free.
Daenerys wanted to cut the other prisoners free but Cersei hissed to her that they needed to keep moving. There was the dance of torch light and faint, angry voices coming from the passageway that they had been down already. The two queens knew Littlefinger’s guards were fast approaching. Their empty tickle coffins must have been discovered by now. “I’ll come back for you, Missandei! I swear it! I’ll return and free you!” Daenerys said. Without a shred of clothing on them, Daenerys and Cersei ran down the passageway looking for the end of it.
There were torches every so often that lit the way and offshoots from the main passageway. It was all very confusing and clearly those different passageways led to various points in the city from which clientele could access the brothel secretly. The women ran but the shouting behind them was growing fainter until it was not heard at all. They seemed to be clear of their would-be captors for now. Almost free of the passageway and then on to escape the city. Two Queens on the run, ready to rally an army and come back for revenge.
Daenerys and Cersei ran as fast as they could orientate themselves. They couldn’t go back. There was no way they would allow it. The passageway twisted and turned and then suddenly, there was a figure holding a torch blocking their path. This was it, the end of their escape attempt. They had been cut off. The man lowered his hood and the torch light illuminated his face.
“Vaerys?” Cersei said perplexed. The clink of the soldiers’ armor was echoing in the tunnel. None other, my dear. Quickly, follow me. I’ll lead you out of here. You two may be Westeros’ last chance to overthrow Littlefinger.” Vaerys wheeled around and quickly led the women through twists and turns as they ran. Cersei couldn’t believe that Vaerys would help her. The two of them had never quite been friends. Usually they were trying to counter each other’s subtle political moves. But she was entirely grateful for his help in this crucial moment, none the less.
Finally, the three of them came to a turn off with a small stone stairwell. Vaerys led them up through the floor of a stable. There was no one around and he quickly got Daenerys and Cersei cloaks to put on. With the hoods drawn up over their heads, the queens would not be recognized. He led them through the city up to his chambers, taking another secret route.
Once inside, Vaerys offered the women water while he scanned the windows to see if there were any guards in the streets that may be looking for them. He slipped off his cloak as he kept a watchful eye outside. As Daenerys and Cersei drank their fill of water, their bodies started to feel fuzzy. Daenerys’ head was spinning now and Cersei wobbly steps felt uncertain as she tried to move towards the door.
Daenerys: “What is happening? Why do I feel so strange? Vaerys, what have you done?”
Cersei: “You fucking snake! I should have known better than to trust The Spider. What was in that water?”
Daenerys had to sit down and soon she slid down to the floor, knocking the jug of tainted water onto the floor as she collapsed. Cersei went down to her knees and then eventually could only crawl toward the door. Her strength was leaving her quickly.
Vaerys: “Do not hurt yourselves, Queens. Let the substance work on you. Soon, you’ll both be sleeping.”
Back in Littlefinger’s brothel...
Sansa and Arya has been moved to a bed. Their clothes had been removed and they were no longer tied. Littlefinger was lying on the bed completely naked. Sansa was lying on one side of him; Arya was lying next to him on the other. The Stark sisters were facing the opposite way of Littlefinger so that their bare feet were resting up near his face. He had trapped Arya’s small, bare feet with one arm and was using his free hand to wiggle his fingers across her shapely soles. Littlefinger reveled in watching Arya’s nude little figure squirm around beside him, laughing and telling him to stop angrily.
Sansa could only watch with sorrowful eyes as she jerked Littlefinger’s cock with one hand, going slow and steady. She had been instructed to keep Littlefinger’s manhood at the ready while he played with Arya. Sansa didn’t like the idea of keeping her sister’s tormentor hard while he tickled her but she knew better than to take issue with it at this point. Littlefinger repositioned Sansa’s big, size 9 soles so that they rested on his chest right in front of his face so he could look at them as well. Sansa scoffed a little under her breath and rolled her eyes. She had never known a man to be so intrigued by her feet.
But Sansa did as she was told. She had applied oil to Littlefinger’s erect member and took long, concentrated strokes up and down his veiny shaft in hopes that he would finish sooner. Sansa hated to see Arya wiggling around laughing so hard she was almost crying. Sansa even scrunched and wiggled her toes, hoping that the sight of it would encourage Littlefinger to spill his seed and give them a Arya a break.
Arya’s small feet trembled as she roared laughter from the fingers scribbling across her deep arches. Her cheeks were reddening. With balled fists, Arya gripped the bedsheet in frustration as she howled laughter. She buried her face in the sheets and bit down while her body still convulsed uncontrollably. She tried to pull her feet away but Littlefinger held the small girl tightly. He was taking in the view of Arya’s small, meaty soles frantically wiggling and Sansa’s much larger feet resting in front of his face with her toes lazily curling down and then relaxing.
Sansa cupped Littlefinger’s balls in her palm and gently scrunched them a few times with her fingers. Then she started back at the base of his shaft and utilized a twisting motion as she ran her slick hand up the length of his member. Sansa rolled her thumb around on the throbbing head of Littlefinger’s cock a few times and then slowly slid her hand back down the shaft to repeat the process. Sansa looked over at Arya and tried to comfort her but the poor girl could barely hear her.
Arya was going crazy as Littlefinger played with her bubbly toes. He rolled his fingers along the undersides of them and occasionally tweaked them playfully. He managed to wiggle between Arya’s toes and caress the super soft crevices and sides of her tiny toes. Arya snickered and giggled in a hectic, broken pattern as she smacked a fist on the bed in frustration. She shouted down at him, “Hehehehe!! Get out of my toes! Seven hells, why do you like feet so much?!” Littlefinger ignored her complaints and kept exploring her adorable little toes. He even took one hand and hooked his fingers over the toes of her right foot. Then he managed to pry them upward and expose the tender undersides and base of them. Arya erupted with a squeal and then spasmed with wild laughter as Littlefinger stroked the vulnerable region of her foot.
Arya yelled at Littlefinger to stop and bucked around on the bed. Tickling sensations flooded her mind. “Not there! Not there!” she screamed as she thrashed. Littlefinger relished the agony he was inflicting as he paid close attention to the sensitive undersides of Arya’s ticklish tootsies. “Oh yes there. For such a tough girl, you have awfully ticklish toes, Arya. A true warrior should know her greatest weaknesses,” Littlefinger teased. He wiggled his fingers around right at the base of Arya’s toes and watched the expressions of horror, rage, and desperation wash over Arya’s face as she was forced to cry laughter from such a powerfully ticklish spot.
Arya was relieved when Littlefinger let go of her toes and moved on to a different area. Littlefinger began stroking and scratching along her broad heels. Arya’s heels were a bit tougher from all the walking she did, despite heavily padded boots. But Littlefinger found that he could still get a decent reaction if he just pressed firmly. Arya found herself still giggling and fidgeting around on the bed but it was much more bearable than what she had just been put through. Her eyes had tear streaks running from them and her brow was slightly sweaty.
Littlefinger: “Have you reconsidered your answer to me yet, Arya? I think it would be best if you followed your sister’s example and agreed to follow me as your king.”
Sansa: “Arya, don’t be stupid! I’ve already surrendered The North, just give in. This is hopeless. He won’t stop tickling us until you give up too. Please! I can’t take anymore! And I hate to hear you laugh so hard. I know your feet must be horribly ticklish too. Just give Littlefinger what he wants!”
Arya: “Damn you, Littlefinger! I’ll never swear loyalty to you!”
“Fine. I guess we’ll see how Sansa likes a little more foot tickling,” Littlefinger replied as he switched over to the long, pale soles in front of him. Arya was left alone as Littlefinger encircled Sansa’s ankles and locked her feet in place. “No! No! Not again! Please! Not the feet! I already gave you what you wanted!” Sansa begged as she stopped stroking Littlefinger’s penis and reached down to try and protect her vulnerable soles.
Sansa erupted in ticklish screams as Littlefinger started running his hands down her long arches. She flopped back down on her back and shrieked with dread and ticklish agony. She had no more resistance left within her. The all too familiar feeling of fingers running unchecked across her dreadfully sensitive soles was making her arch her back and scream for mercy amongst her powerful laughter. Her pale, size 9 feet wiggled back and forth and crossed over one another repeatedly as she tried anything she could to get a moment’s rest.
Arya had a knot in her stomach as she watched her sister getting tortured yet again. In a way, this felt like her fault. Arya despised the thought of giving in to her enemy but she also couldn’t stand the sight of Sansa laughing hysterically with no hope of making Littlefinger stop. Her sister had played the only card she had left and now all she could do was lie there and get her feet tickled mercilessly. Only Arya could make it stop if she chose to give in.
Littlefinger paused for a second to reach over and pull Arya’s feet up onto his chest right in front of his face and positioned them so they were crossed over at the ankles. “There we go. Now I have a great view while you reconsider your decision,” Littlefinger said with a smirk. Arya rolled her eyes but started scrunching and wiggling her toes just the same. “There, is that what you want?” Arya said in an annoyed tone.
Littlefinger worked his way up to Sansa’s long toes. She shook her head frantically from side to side and pleaded desperately with him to stay away from them. Sansa screamed as Littlefinger contacted the base of her toes. She curled them down hard over the tops of his fingers but she could do little to protect against his tickling fingertips as they wiggled at the bases of her toes. Sansa cried out, “HAHAHAHAHA!!! NO, NOT THERE AGAIN! HAHAHAHAHA!!! PICK A DIFFERENT SPOT! LEAVE MY TOES ALONE! HAHAHAHAHA!!! ARYA! ARYA, HELP ME!”
Arya lay there next to Littlefinger naked with her size 6 feet up near his face as she watched Sansa suffer. Arya looked terribly bothered by the situation they were in. She decided to start stroking Littlefinger’s cock like Sansa had been doing, in hopes that if she got him to spill his seed then maybe he would be finished with them for the night. Arya absolutely did not want to give Littlefinger any pleasure, but she also didn’t want to give in to him. Maybe finishing him and getting some relief was the best the Stark sisters could hope for right now.
Arya bit her bottom lip with a concerned, conflicted expression on her face as she gazed at Littlefinger’s large member, still mostly erect and shiny with oil. His substantial manhood was veiny with some real girth to it. It was easily the largest penis Arya had ever seen in her limited experience with men. She reached over and cupped her hand around the middle of the shaft. Arya could feel the power in it and it appealed to her base desires on a primitive level, as much as that disgusted her.
She timidly began stroking the upper portion of Littlefinger’s shaft, up to the mushroomed head of his penis and then back down to the middle of his fleshy member. Arya’s technique was nowhere near as smooth and natural as Sansa’s had been. Rather, Arya was giving short, quick pumps with her hand just below the tip. The excess oil coating Littlefinger’s penis made a wet, suctioning sound as Arya squeezed a little with each stroke.
Arya had never jerked off a man before and was slightly intrigued when she saw her awkward strokes were still getting a reaction. Littelfinger’s member gradually swelled to its fullest potential and a bead of pre-cum came forth and formed on the bulbous head of his cock. Arya had never been overly interested in boys, mostly because she had no desire to be given away in an arranged marriage or to start a family. Sansa had always been the pretty one anyway. Arya had never been “the pretty one” so she had never really given much thought to what touching a man’s penis might be like. “My goodness, I can barely get my hand around it,” Arya thought as she rubbed up and down the meaty cock.
Her attention was brought back to Sansa when she heard her come roaring back from silent laughter. Littlefinger was really scribbling his fingers across her pale arches and heels now. Sansa cackled and laughed like crazy. The fact that she had nothing left to say that could lessen the tickling was making the tickling even more unbearable. Arya knew she couldn’t let Sansa continue to suffer like this. The poor girl would go mad. She had to finish Littlefinger off quickly.
Arya knew her stroking was keeping Littlefinger very aroused but she wanted to send him over the edge, in hopes that he would lose interest in tickling them for a while. She knew taking Littlefinger into her mouth might do the trick but the thought of it made her hesitant. Arya put her face down near his oiled up penis and contemplated what she had to do. Arya let the thick shaft rest against the side of her cheek and felt it pulsing with excitement. “Seven hells, it’s as big as my face!” Arya thought as she looked wide-eyed at the cock in shock.
Even though she felt unsure of what to do, Sansa’s panicky laughter prompted her to act. Arya started to gingerly kiss the head of Littelfinger’s penis. Her pursed lips landed tender, quiet smacks of affection around the hood of his cock. The sensitive head reacted well when Arya’s lips left wet little smooches all over the erogenous zone. She felt the drop of pre-cum smear against her lips as she moved around placing moist kisses. She placed one kiss right at the underside of Littlefinger’s pulsing head and watched as another bead of pre-cum formed up from within.
Sansa was slipping in and out of silent laughter. Littlefinger had grabbed a nearby brush and was sliding it all over her trapped soles. With Sansa still laughing hysterically, Arya knew she had to get past her reservations about orally pleasing a man. She opened her mouth slightly and slid her lips down over just the tip of Littlefinger’s penis. “I have to go further. Take more of it in. Or Sansa will never get a break,” Arya thought to herself.
Arya opened wider and lowered her head down. She let Littelfinger’s cock slide deeper into her mouth, although it was a tight fit. Arya only got about 3/4 of his manhood in her tiny mouth before there was nowhere else for it to go except down her throat. Arya felt rather degraded with a cock in her mouth visibly pushing her cheek out in a bulge. Arya backed off, trying to keep her lips in a tight seal as she pulled her head back. She saw the erect shaft was glistening with spit now. Arya went back in for another swallow. This time she kept Littlefinger’s manhood in her mouth and just pulled back to the tip of his penis before sliding her lips back down again. She had no idea what she was doing but felt like she should probably utilize her tongue. Arya tried to slide her tongue about while the cock was in her mouth. She had no idea of what technique to actually do but she tried her best to make it seem smooth and natural.
The shaft pulsed in her mouth. Arya didn’t know exactly what it took to make a man finish or if Littlefinger was even close to that point but it seemed like his penis was more excited now than when she started with her hand. And it must have been working because Littlefinger had slowed down his tickling of Sansa. Arya kept at it and made sure to keep wiggling her cute little toes for him to see as well.
Littlefinger made a slight moan and then stopped tickling Sansa altogether. He put down the brush and pulled Sansa’s large, pale soles up closer to Arya’s feet. Sansa was trying to catch her breath but she knew what Littlefinger wanted. Sansa began scrunching her toes as well, showing off her wrinkly arches. He moaned again and quietly ordered the two Stark girls to rub their feet together. Sansa and Arya looked at each other and both shared a secret, annoyed eye roll as they gave him what he wanted.
Sansa moved her feet and started rubbing them along the sides of Arya’s much smaller soles. Arya was still sucking Littlefinger’s penis but managed to wiggle her feet so they rubbed the arches of Sansa’s. Sansa used her long toes to caress the tops of Arya’s tiny peds. Littlefinger just watched in amusement as the two Stark girls played footsie and rubbed all over one another’s feet. Sansa’s long, narrower soles with long, gripping toes contrasted with Arya’s more compact, meatier soles with short, rounded toes as they intermingled them in a playful dance of rubbing and toe wiggling.
Sansa decided to help her sister work Littlefinger’s cock if it would help hurry the process along. Arya was more than willing to let her sister aid her in the process. Sansa gripped the shaft down near his balls and brushed her long, red hair back behind her ear before she began. Sansa jumped right into it, opening wide and swallowing Littlefinger’s cock. She went up and down his shaft and made wet, sucking noises as she pleasured him.
Arya didn’t really know what else to do at that point except lay there and keep rubbing her feet against Sansa’s. Sansa reached over and guided Arya’s hand to Littlefinger’s balls. Arya was shocked by how full and engorged they felt. She began to fondle and squeeze them, which seemed to get a favorable reaction. She could feel his scrotum tightening and although she didn’t quite know what that meant, she guessed Littlefinger was getting close to finishing.
Littlefinger raised his head a little and buried his face in Sansa’s soles, smelling them with loud inhales. He felt her curl her toes down over his nose. Sansa was disturbed and pulled her mouth off of Littlefinger. She exclaimed, “Eww, that’s disgusting! Why are you so obsessed with our feet?! You actually like smelling my toes?!” Littlefinger ignored her and soon switched to Arya’s soles. He stuck his face against the bottoms of her feet and smelled the fragrance. He loved sniffing right at the base of her toes. Arya made a repulsed grimace and belittled him by saying, “That’s so bloody weird! Why would any man want to smell my stinky feet?! I can’t believe you’re so into our feet!”
Littlefinger sneakily picked his brush back up and suddenly started scrubbing it across both girls’ soles. They jumped and burst back into laughter as they pulled their feet away. Littlefinger was able to wrestle Sansa’s feet back into an armlock and began scrubbing the bottoms of her feet again. She whined and cried tears as she started laughing so hard it sounded like her voice would shatter. Her tolerance for tickling at this point was nothing.
Arya felt absolutely awful watching Sansa laughing so hard again. She knew the cycle would never end until she gave in. Even if she finished Littlefinger off right now, her sister would continue to suffer everyday until she surrendered herself. Arya blurted out, “Okay fine, you win! I surrender to you! Now leave her alone! You promised! She’s had enough!”
Littlefinger didn’t let up. He replied, “How do I know you’re being sincere, Arya? I need you to do something more than just swear to me.”
Arya: “What then?! Tell me! Stop tickling her! She can’t breathe! She can’t take anymore!”
Littlefinger: “You and Sansa have to let me finish on your feet as you swear loyalty to me.”
Arya: “I’d rather die! That’s so degrading! If you don’t stop tickling her, I’ll kill you! I promise I’ll find a way!”
Littlefinger: “I’m sorry but those are my terms. If you don’t agree, then you’ll be locked in a dungeon tonight while I tickle Sansa until she loses her mind. And that will be all your fault.”
Sansa: “HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ARYA, PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! LET’S JUST LET HIM! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! HAHAHAHAHA!!! HE CAN CUM ON OUR FEET! I DON’T CARE RIGHT NOW!”
Arya pouted and begrudgingly agreed to Littlefinger’s condition. She cursed and swore under her breath as Littlefinger had them both kneel on all fours near the edge of the bed so that there feet overhung off the foot of it slightly. They were facing away from him so they couldn’t see what Littlefinger was doing. But they knew he must be stroking himself to the sight of their upturned soles.
Sansa looked defeated and humiliated as she knelt there waiting to receive a big load on her soles. She was supposed to be the strong, powerful heroine of The North but here she was...tickled into submission and now waiting to have her feet plastered with cum. Not exactly Queen-like behavior.
Arya was seething with rage as she bit her tongue and knelt down on the bed like she was supposed to. This was absolutely degrading and embarrassing. She was Arya Stark, a trainer assassin and one of the most independent women in the Seven Kingdoms. Yet she wasn’t even tied up and being forced to do this against her will. No, here she was agreeing to sit still and wait for a man to jerk off onto her soles.
Littlefinger moaned as he began to climax. The sight of the two Stark sisters’ feet overhanging the edge of the bed waiting to receive his seed was enough to send him over. Littlefinger held the base of his cock and shot a couple huge lobs of cum onto Sansa’s arches. The redhead gasped in surprise as the warm goo suddenly landed on her feet.
Littlefinger quickly shifted his aim toward Arya’s tiny soles and squirted a substantial amount onto her upper arches and toes. Arya scoffed and clenched her teeth together in anger as she felt the hot cum running down between her toes.
Littlefinger returned to Sansa real quick to give her another blast. Sansa whimpered as Littlefinger returned and pumped even more cum onto her feet. This time it landed all over her long toes. Sansa tried to clench them down to keep the gross goo from rubbing between them but it ran down into the crevices anyway. “Oh this is so embarrassing, Littelfinger! You’ve absolutely coated my entire soles! Promise that you won’t tell anyone that you did this to me!”
To finish his orgasm, Littlefinger moved back to Arya. He tugged near the base of his shaft in quick, focused strokes as he aimed what was left in him at Arya’s waiting soles. She grunted irritably as she felt more warm cum falling onto her broad heels and arches.
Littlefinger: “Ah yes, who’s your King?”
Sansa: (groans with shame) “You are.”
Arya: (scoffs) “I won’t say that. It’s humiliating.”
Littlefinger: “Say it or I’ll have Melisandre see to you in the stocks.”
Arya: “Ughhh...you are.”
Littlefinger: “And who’s feet are these?”
Sansa: “They’re yours, King Baelish. To do with as you please.”
Arya: “Really? You really enjoy this, don’t you? Fine, my feet are yours.”
Littlefinger: “Good girls. Now give me one more foot scrunch before I go see to other business.”
Both Stark sisters rolled their eyes but obeyed their new King as they were commanded. They scrunched their feet and wrinkled their soles for him one last time before he left.
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!
Daenerys and Cersei watched as Ros continued to flick her feather over the bound soles of Missandei, Brienne, and Ygritte as they squirmed and laughed pathetically. Finally, Ros put her feather down and told the captives, “You three wait here just a moment. I think a hairbrush might be a nice change of pace.” Missandei lowered her head with a pouty expression on her face. Brienne and Ygritte shouted protests as they looked around blindly, desperately trying to get Ros’ attention before she walked away.
Daenerys and Cersei knew this might be their only chance to escape the passageway. Because they were still bound in their mummification wrappings, Daenerys and Cersei had to hop forward from their hiding spots. Cersei went straight past the bound beauties as she headed for what she thought was the way out. But Daenerys couldn’t bring herself to just pass by her best friend. She stopped by Missandei and called to her. The sound of Daenerys’ voice made Missandei perk up immediately and cry with joy.
Daenerys and Missandei talked over one another they were so excited and relieved to be near each other again. Daenerys tried to scan the dimly lit room for a knife or a blade of some type that could cut her wrappings free from her body. She noticed a knife strapped to one of the boots discarded nearby. Judging by the size of the boot, it probably belonged to the large warrior woman before they stripped her of her footwear.
Daenerys was able to kneel down and grasp the handle of the knife with one of her hands sticking out from the wrappings. She awkwardly started sawing the blade through the nearest bindings she could cut at and before too long, she had freed an arm. Daenerys quickly cut away her wrappings and then immediately did the same for Cersei, although she contemplated leaving her bound in the passageway. “No, we have to align our remaining forces now, regardless of where we once stood against each other,” she thought as she hacked Cersei free.
Daenerys wanted to cut the other prisoners free but Cersei hissed to her that they needed to keep moving. There was the dance of torch light and faint, angry voices coming from the passageway that they had been down already. The two queens knew Littlefinger’s guards were fast approaching. Their empty tickle coffins must have been discovered by now. “I’ll come back for you, Missandei! I swear it! I’ll return and free you!” Daenerys said. Without a shred of clothing on them, Daenerys and Cersei ran down the passageway looking for the end of it.
There were torches every so often that lit the way and offshoots from the main passageway. It was all very confusing and clearly those different passageways led to various points in the city from which clientele could access the brothel secretly. The women ran but the shouting behind them was growing fainter until it was not heard at all. They seemed to be clear of their would-be captors for now. Almost free of the passageway and then on to escape the city. Two Queens on the run, ready to rally an army and come back for revenge.
Daenerys and Cersei ran as fast as they could orientate themselves. They couldn’t go back. There was no way they would allow it. The passageway twisted and turned and then suddenly, there was a figure holding a torch blocking their path. This was it, the end of their escape attempt. They had been cut off. The man lowered his hood and the torch light illuminated his face.
“Vaerys?” Cersei said perplexed. The clink of the soldiers’ armor was echoing in the tunnel. None other, my dear. Quickly, follow me. I’ll lead you out of here. You two may be Westeros’ last chance to overthrow Littlefinger.” Vaerys wheeled around and quickly led the women through twists and turns as they ran. Cersei couldn’t believe that Vaerys would help her. The two of them had never quite been friends. Usually they were trying to counter each other’s subtle political moves. But she was entirely grateful for his help in this crucial moment, none the less.
Finally, the three of them came to a turn off with a small stone stairwell. Vaerys led them up through the floor of a stable. There was no one around and he quickly got Daenerys and Cersei cloaks to put on. With the hoods drawn up over their heads, the queens would not be recognized. He led them through the city up to his chambers, taking another secret route.
Once inside, Vaerys offered the women water while he scanned the windows to see if there were any guards in the streets that may be looking for them. He slipped off his cloak as he kept a watchful eye outside. As Daenerys and Cersei drank their fill of water, their bodies started to feel fuzzy. Daenerys’ head was spinning now and Cersei wobbly steps felt uncertain as she tried to move towards the door.
Daenerys: “What is happening? Why do I feel so strange? Vaerys, what have you done?”
Cersei: “You fucking snake! I should have known better than to trust The Spider. What was in that water?”
Daenerys had to sit down and soon she slid down to the floor, knocking the jug of tainted water onto the floor as she collapsed. Cersei went down to her knees and then eventually could only crawl toward the door. Her strength was leaving her quickly.
Vaerys: “Do not hurt yourselves, Queens. Let the substance work on you. Soon, you’ll both be sleeping.”
Back in Littlefinger’s brothel...
Sansa and Arya has been moved to a bed. Their clothes had been removed and they were no longer tied. Littlefinger was lying on the bed completely naked. Sansa was lying on one side of him; Arya was lying next to him on the other. The Stark sisters were facing the opposite way of Littlefinger so that their bare feet were resting up near his face. He had trapped Arya’s small, bare feet with one arm and was using his free hand to wiggle his fingers across her shapely soles. Littlefinger reveled in watching Arya’s nude little figure squirm around beside him, laughing and telling him to stop angrily.
Sansa could only watch with sorrowful eyes as she jerked Littlefinger’s cock with one hand, going slow and steady. She had been instructed to keep Littlefinger’s manhood at the ready while he played with Arya. Sansa didn’t like the idea of keeping her sister’s tormentor hard while he tickled her but she knew better than to take issue with it at this point. Littlefinger repositioned Sansa’s big, size 9 soles so that they rested on his chest right in front of his face so he could look at them as well. Sansa scoffed a little under her breath and rolled her eyes. She had never known a man to be so intrigued by her feet.
But Sansa did as she was told. She had applied oil to Littlefinger’s erect member and took long, concentrated strokes up and down his veiny shaft in hopes that he would finish sooner. Sansa hated to see Arya wiggling around laughing so hard she was almost crying. Sansa even scrunched and wiggled her toes, hoping that the sight of it would encourage Littlefinger to spill his seed and give them a Arya a break.
Arya’s small feet trembled as she roared laughter from the fingers scribbling across her deep arches. Her cheeks were reddening. With balled fists, Arya gripped the bedsheet in frustration as she howled laughter. She buried her face in the sheets and bit down while her body still convulsed uncontrollably. She tried to pull her feet away but Littlefinger held the small girl tightly. He was taking in the view of Arya’s small, meaty soles frantically wiggling and Sansa’s much larger feet resting in front of his face with her toes lazily curling down and then relaxing.
Sansa cupped Littlefinger’s balls in her palm and gently scrunched them a few times with her fingers. Then she started back at the base of his shaft and utilized a twisting motion as she ran her slick hand up the length of his member. Sansa rolled her thumb around on the throbbing head of Littlefinger’s cock a few times and then slowly slid her hand back down the shaft to repeat the process. Sansa looked over at Arya and tried to comfort her but the poor girl could barely hear her.
Arya was going crazy as Littlefinger played with her bubbly toes. He rolled his fingers along the undersides of them and occasionally tweaked them playfully. He managed to wiggle between Arya’s toes and caress the super soft crevices and sides of her tiny toes. Arya snickered and giggled in a hectic, broken pattern as she smacked a fist on the bed in frustration. She shouted down at him, “Hehehehe!! Get out of my toes! Seven hells, why do you like feet so much?!” Littlefinger ignored her complaints and kept exploring her adorable little toes. He even took one hand and hooked his fingers over the toes of her right foot. Then he managed to pry them upward and expose the tender undersides and base of them. Arya erupted with a squeal and then spasmed with wild laughter as Littlefinger stroked the vulnerable region of her foot.
Arya yelled at Littlefinger to stop and bucked around on the bed. Tickling sensations flooded her mind. “Not there! Not there!” she screamed as she thrashed. Littlefinger relished the agony he was inflicting as he paid close attention to the sensitive undersides of Arya’s ticklish tootsies. “Oh yes there. For such a tough girl, you have awfully ticklish toes, Arya. A true warrior should know her greatest weaknesses,” Littlefinger teased. He wiggled his fingers around right at the base of Arya’s toes and watched the expressions of horror, rage, and desperation wash over Arya’s face as she was forced to cry laughter from such a powerfully ticklish spot.
Arya was relieved when Littlefinger let go of her toes and moved on to a different area. Littlefinger began stroking and scratching along her broad heels. Arya’s heels were a bit tougher from all the walking she did, despite heavily padded boots. But Littlefinger found that he could still get a decent reaction if he just pressed firmly. Arya found herself still giggling and fidgeting around on the bed but it was much more bearable than what she had just been put through. Her eyes had tear streaks running from them and her brow was slightly sweaty.
Littlefinger: “Have you reconsidered your answer to me yet, Arya? I think it would be best if you followed your sister’s example and agreed to follow me as your king.”
Sansa: “Arya, don’t be stupid! I’ve already surrendered The North, just give in. This is hopeless. He won’t stop tickling us until you give up too. Please! I can’t take anymore! And I hate to hear you laugh so hard. I know your feet must be horribly ticklish too. Just give Littlefinger what he wants!”
Arya: “Damn you, Littlefinger! I’ll never swear loyalty to you!”
“Fine. I guess we’ll see how Sansa likes a little more foot tickling,” Littlefinger replied as he switched over to the long, pale soles in front of him. Arya was left alone as Littlefinger encircled Sansa’s ankles and locked her feet in place. “No! No! Not again! Please! Not the feet! I already gave you what you wanted!” Sansa begged as she stopped stroking Littlefinger’s penis and reached down to try and protect her vulnerable soles.
Sansa erupted in ticklish screams as Littlefinger started running his hands down her long arches. She flopped back down on her back and shrieked with dread and ticklish agony. She had no more resistance left within her. The all too familiar feeling of fingers running unchecked across her dreadfully sensitive soles was making her arch her back and scream for mercy amongst her powerful laughter. Her pale, size 9 feet wiggled back and forth and crossed over one another repeatedly as she tried anything she could to get a moment’s rest.
Arya had a knot in her stomach as she watched her sister getting tortured yet again. In a way, this felt like her fault. Arya despised the thought of giving in to her enemy but she also couldn’t stand the sight of Sansa laughing hysterically with no hope of making Littlefinger stop. Her sister had played the only card she had left and now all she could do was lie there and get her feet tickled mercilessly. Only Arya could make it stop if she chose to give in.
Littlefinger paused for a second to reach over and pull Arya’s feet up onto his chest right in front of his face and positioned them so they were crossed over at the ankles. “There we go. Now I have a great view while you reconsider your decision,” Littlefinger said with a smirk. Arya rolled her eyes but started scrunching and wiggling her toes just the same. “There, is that what you want?” Arya said in an annoyed tone.
Littlefinger worked his way up to Sansa’s long toes. She shook her head frantically from side to side and pleaded desperately with him to stay away from them. Sansa screamed as Littlefinger contacted the base of her toes. She curled them down hard over the tops of his fingers but she could do little to protect against his tickling fingertips as they wiggled at the bases of her toes. Sansa cried out, “HAHAHAHAHA!!! NO, NOT THERE AGAIN! HAHAHAHAHA!!! PICK A DIFFERENT SPOT! LEAVE MY TOES ALONE! HAHAHAHAHA!!! ARYA! ARYA, HELP ME!”
Arya lay there next to Littlefinger naked with her size 6 feet up near his face as she watched Sansa suffer. Arya looked terribly bothered by the situation they were in. She decided to start stroking Littlefinger’s cock like Sansa had been doing, in hopes that if she got him to spill his seed then maybe he would be finished with them for the night. Arya absolutely did not want to give Littlefinger any pleasure, but she also didn’t want to give in to him. Maybe finishing him and getting some relief was the best the Stark sisters could hope for right now.
Arya bit her bottom lip with a concerned, conflicted expression on her face as she gazed at Littlefinger’s large member, still mostly erect and shiny with oil. His substantial manhood was veiny with some real girth to it. It was easily the largest penis Arya had ever seen in her limited experience with men. She reached over and cupped her hand around the middle of the shaft. Arya could feel the power in it and it appealed to her base desires on a primitive level, as much as that disgusted her.
She timidly began stroking the upper portion of Littlefinger’s shaft, up to the mushroomed head of his penis and then back down to the middle of his fleshy member. Arya’s technique was nowhere near as smooth and natural as Sansa’s had been. Rather, Arya was giving short, quick pumps with her hand just below the tip. The excess oil coating Littlefinger’s penis made a wet, suctioning sound as Arya squeezed a little with each stroke.
Arya had never jerked off a man before and was slightly intrigued when she saw her awkward strokes were still getting a reaction. Littelfinger’s member gradually swelled to its fullest potential and a bead of pre-cum came forth and formed on the bulbous head of his cock. Arya had never been overly interested in boys, mostly because she had no desire to be given away in an arranged marriage or to start a family. Sansa had always been the pretty one anyway. Arya had never been “the pretty one” so she had never really given much thought to what touching a man’s penis might be like. “My goodness, I can barely get my hand around it,” Arya thought as she rubbed up and down the meaty cock.
Her attention was brought back to Sansa when she heard her come roaring back from silent laughter. Littlefinger was really scribbling his fingers across her pale arches and heels now. Sansa cackled and laughed like crazy. The fact that she had nothing left to say that could lessen the tickling was making the tickling even more unbearable. Arya knew she couldn’t let Sansa continue to suffer like this. The poor girl would go mad. She had to finish Littlefinger off quickly.
Arya knew her stroking was keeping Littlefinger very aroused but she wanted to send him over the edge, in hopes that he would lose interest in tickling them for a while. She knew taking Littlefinger into her mouth might do the trick but the thought of it made her hesitant. Arya put her face down near his oiled up penis and contemplated what she had to do. Arya let the thick shaft rest against the side of her cheek and felt it pulsing with excitement. “Seven hells, it’s as big as my face!” Arya thought as she looked wide-eyed at the cock in shock.
Even though she felt unsure of what to do, Sansa’s panicky laughter prompted her to act. Arya started to gingerly kiss the head of Littelfinger’s penis. Her pursed lips landed tender, quiet smacks of affection around the hood of his cock. The sensitive head reacted well when Arya’s lips left wet little smooches all over the erogenous zone. She felt the drop of pre-cum smear against her lips as she moved around placing moist kisses. She placed one kiss right at the underside of Littlefinger’s pulsing head and watched as another bead of pre-cum formed up from within.
Sansa was slipping in and out of silent laughter. Littlefinger had grabbed a nearby brush and was sliding it all over her trapped soles. With Sansa still laughing hysterically, Arya knew she had to get past her reservations about orally pleasing a man. She opened her mouth slightly and slid her lips down over just the tip of Littlefinger’s penis. “I have to go further. Take more of it in. Or Sansa will never get a break,” Arya thought to herself.
Arya opened wider and lowered her head down. She let Littelfinger’s cock slide deeper into her mouth, although it was a tight fit. Arya only got about 3/4 of his manhood in her tiny mouth before there was nowhere else for it to go except down her throat. Arya felt rather degraded with a cock in her mouth visibly pushing her cheek out in a bulge. Arya backed off, trying to keep her lips in a tight seal as she pulled her head back. She saw the erect shaft was glistening with spit now. Arya went back in for another swallow. This time she kept Littlefinger’s manhood in her mouth and just pulled back to the tip of his penis before sliding her lips back down again. She had no idea what she was doing but felt like she should probably utilize her tongue. Arya tried to slide her tongue about while the cock was in her mouth. She had no idea of what technique to actually do but she tried her best to make it seem smooth and natural.
The shaft pulsed in her mouth. Arya didn’t know exactly what it took to make a man finish or if Littlefinger was even close to that point but it seemed like his penis was more excited now than when she started with her hand. And it must have been working because Littlefinger had slowed down his tickling of Sansa. Arya kept at it and made sure to keep wiggling her cute little toes for him to see as well.
Littlefinger made a slight moan and then stopped tickling Sansa altogether. He put down the brush and pulled Sansa’s large, pale soles up closer to Arya’s feet. Sansa was trying to catch her breath but she knew what Littlefinger wanted. Sansa began scrunching her toes as well, showing off her wrinkly arches. He moaned again and quietly ordered the two Stark girls to rub their feet together. Sansa and Arya looked at each other and both shared a secret, annoyed eye roll as they gave him what he wanted.
Sansa moved her feet and started rubbing them along the sides of Arya’s much smaller soles. Arya was still sucking Littlefinger’s penis but managed to wiggle her feet so they rubbed the arches of Sansa’s. Sansa used her long toes to caress the tops of Arya’s tiny peds. Littlefinger just watched in amusement as the two Stark girls played footsie and rubbed all over one another’s feet. Sansa’s long, narrower soles with long, gripping toes contrasted with Arya’s more compact, meatier soles with short, rounded toes as they intermingled them in a playful dance of rubbing and toe wiggling.
Sansa decided to help her sister work Littlefinger’s cock if it would help hurry the process along. Arya was more than willing to let her sister aid her in the process. Sansa gripped the shaft down near his balls and brushed her long, red hair back behind her ear before she began. Sansa jumped right into it, opening wide and swallowing Littlefinger’s cock. She went up and down his shaft and made wet, sucking noises as she pleasured him.
Arya didn’t really know what else to do at that point except lay there and keep rubbing her feet against Sansa’s. Sansa reached over and guided Arya’s hand to Littlefinger’s balls. Arya was shocked by how full and engorged they felt. She began to fondle and squeeze them, which seemed to get a favorable reaction. She could feel his scrotum tightening and although she didn’t quite know what that meant, she guessed Littlefinger was getting close to finishing.
Littlefinger raised his head a little and buried his face in Sansa’s soles, smelling them with loud inhales. He felt her curl her toes down over his nose. Sansa was disturbed and pulled her mouth off of Littlefinger. She exclaimed, “Eww, that’s disgusting! Why are you so obsessed with our feet?! You actually like smelling my toes?!” Littlefinger ignored her and soon switched to Arya’s soles. He stuck his face against the bottoms of her feet and smelled the fragrance. He loved sniffing right at the base of her toes. Arya made a repulsed grimace and belittled him by saying, “That’s so bloody weird! Why would any man want to smell my stinky feet?! I can’t believe you’re so into our feet!”
Littlefinger sneakily picked his brush back up and suddenly started scrubbing it across both girls’ soles. They jumped and burst back into laughter as they pulled their feet away. Littlefinger was able to wrestle Sansa’s feet back into an armlock and began scrubbing the bottoms of her feet again. She whined and cried tears as she started laughing so hard it sounded like her voice would shatter. Her tolerance for tickling at this point was nothing.
Arya felt absolutely awful watching Sansa laughing so hard again. She knew the cycle would never end until she gave in. Even if she finished Littlefinger off right now, her sister would continue to suffer everyday until she surrendered herself. Arya blurted out, “Okay fine, you win! I surrender to you! Now leave her alone! You promised! She’s had enough!”
Littlefinger didn’t let up. He replied, “How do I know you’re being sincere, Arya? I need you to do something more than just swear to me.”
Arya: “What then?! Tell me! Stop tickling her! She can’t breathe! She can’t take anymore!”
Littlefinger: “You and Sansa have to let me finish on your feet as you swear loyalty to me.”
Arya: “I’d rather die! That’s so degrading! If you don’t stop tickling her, I’ll kill you! I promise I’ll find a way!”
Littlefinger: “I’m sorry but those are my terms. If you don’t agree, then you’ll be locked in a dungeon tonight while I tickle Sansa until she loses her mind. And that will be all your fault.”
Sansa: “HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ARYA, PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! LET’S JUST LET HIM! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! HAHAHAHAHA!!! HE CAN CUM ON OUR FEET! I DON’T CARE RIGHT NOW!”
Arya pouted and begrudgingly agreed to Littlefinger’s condition. She cursed and swore under her breath as Littlefinger had them both kneel on all fours near the edge of the bed so that there feet overhung off the foot of it slightly. They were facing away from him so they couldn’t see what Littlefinger was doing. But they knew he must be stroking himself to the sight of their upturned soles.
Sansa looked defeated and humiliated as she knelt there waiting to receive a big load on her soles. She was supposed to be the strong, powerful heroine of The North but here she was...tickled into submission and now waiting to have her feet plastered with cum. Not exactly Queen-like behavior.
Arya was seething with rage as she bit her tongue and knelt down on the bed like she was supposed to. This was absolutely degrading and embarrassing. She was Arya Stark, a trainer assassin and one of the most independent women in the Seven Kingdoms. Yet she wasn’t even tied up and being forced to do this against her will. No, here she was agreeing to sit still and wait for a man to jerk off onto her soles.
Littlefinger moaned as he began to climax. The sight of the two Stark sisters’ feet overhanging the edge of the bed waiting to receive his seed was enough to send him over. Littlefinger held the base of his cock and shot a couple huge lobs of cum onto Sansa’s arches. The redhead gasped in surprise as the warm goo suddenly landed on her feet.
Littlefinger quickly shifted his aim toward Arya’s tiny soles and squirted a substantial amount onto her upper arches and toes. Arya scoffed and clenched her teeth together in anger as she felt the hot cum running down between her toes.
Littlefinger returned to Sansa real quick to give her another blast. Sansa whimpered as Littlefinger returned and pumped even more cum onto her feet. This time it landed all over her long toes. Sansa tried to clench them down to keep the gross goo from rubbing between them but it ran down into the crevices anyway. “Oh this is so embarrassing, Littelfinger! You’ve absolutely coated my entire soles! Promise that you won’t tell anyone that you did this to me!”
To finish his orgasm, Littlefinger moved back to Arya. He tugged near the base of his shaft in quick, focused strokes as he aimed what was left in him at Arya’s waiting soles. She grunted irritably as she felt more warm cum falling onto her broad heels and arches.
Littlefinger: “Ah yes, who’s your King?”
Sansa: (groans with shame) “You are.”
Arya: (scoffs) “I won’t say that. It’s humiliating.”
Littlefinger: “Say it or I’ll have Melisandre see to you in the stocks.”
Arya: “Ughhh...you are.”
Littlefinger: “And who’s feet are these?”
Sansa: “They’re yours, King Baelish. To do with as you please.”
Arya: “Really? You really enjoy this, don’t you? Fine, my feet are yours.”
Littlefinger: “Good girls. Now give me one more foot scrunch before I go see to other business.”
Both Stark sisters rolled their eyes but obeyed their new King as they were commanded. They scrunched their feet and wrinkled their soles for him one last time before he left.
TO BE CONTINUED...
