Arya is to fuck Gendry

“Either you fuck him, wolf-girl, or the guards will,” the prince whispered into Arya’s ear.

Arya looked around the room and Sansa shivered as she realised her sister was analytically looking for any way out of this. She was actually prepared to fight her way out. Then the suicidal instinct passed and Arya’s shoulders drooped as she allowed Cersei and Taena to lift up her petite body and spread her legs over Gendry’s waist.

Then Cersei and Joffrey were gripping Sansa’s own arms, forcing her to watch what her sister looked like in the midst of intercourse. She watched as Arya’s hips and arse grinded all over Gendry’s crotch. She watched Arya lift herself up and, flinching, **** herself down onto the erect cock beneath her. She watched both of her sister’s holes being filled with cock: filled with both the pulsing one beneath her and the black dildo that Joffrey was wiggling further and further into her tight little butt.

Both the lovers groaned as Joffrey and Taena Merryweather started whipping them with the riding crops to goad them into fucking faster, encouraging Myrcella to inflict a similar punishment.

Then Sansa moaned as Cersei grabbed her own tits from behind.

“Take these rags off,” the queen uttered into her ear. “I want to see how you’ve grown.”

Sansa shivered as she began to shrug off her ripped and stained corset. She had never thought she would be exempt from these humiliations but even so, she still was not ready as she felt the cold air right against her naked skin.

And all the while, she watched Arya’s fat little tits bounce and her sister start to moan as she was **** to fuck her lover again and again.

“You might think it’s sick, being attracted to your sister,” Cersei whispered. “Jaime though so too, long ago. But you’d be wrong. I can see that little thing’s charms. You should have your way with her.”

“Have her. Take her.”