Arya tries to delay the gangbang

But Arya was not going to take these punishments lying down. “What do we get if we win?”

Jon knew from the look on Cersei’s face that his sister had misstepped. “You are traitors. You are entitled to nothing.”

“I apologise for my sister,” Sansa said quickly. “She misspoke: this is what we deserve, of course. But in the previous challenges, there were penalties inflicted on the losers. Will there be a similar forfeit here?”

“I detect a certain amount of emnity here between you,” Cersei said drily. “The winners will get to fuck the losers. I believe there are a certain number of bone and iron phalluses that you might use. But first you must triumph.”

The Queen clapped her hands as a metal grate groaned open and a troop of muscled men in loincoths marched into the arena. Jon counted nine in all, closely followed by Taena Merryweather and Myrcella Baratheon.

Taena curtsied to her queen as a smile wound its way across Cersei’s face. “The princess selected this vanguard herself.”

“You chose well, daughter,” Cersei said. Reluctantly, Sansa and Missandei fell to their knees while Arya and Daenerys took slow, hesitant steps towards the men who would soon be taking them in every way possible.

Cersei drank deeply from her goblet, the red liquid sliding down across her chin and falling from her face. “Let the games begin.”