Margaery and Loras' sexual slavery

The other well-fucked captives of King's Landing were barely aware of Cersei Lannister's knights carrying the Tyrells back into the keep. Osha, Gilly, Yara and Karsi had all been taken out from the pen early, lashed on the butt with whips until they had stumbled back into the subterranean entrance to the dungeons.

It was into those torch-lit vaults that the Tyrells were taken. Both were drowsy and insensate, their bodies limp in the hands of Finan and Sihtric as the two warriors took them into the bowels of the citadel. The sound of water droplets awoke Margaery from her reverie as she coughed and heard the sound echo around her. She wheezed, feeling like her throat was full of sandpaper from all the cocks that had face-fucked her and her brother.

The Tyrells had been taken to the Washing Room, where now they were tied by their wrists to bars in the ceiling. With his arms stretched above his head, Loras was still able to stand squarely on his own two feet. Being shorter, Margaery had to stand on the tips of her toes, wincing and spinning every time she slipped.

Around them were standing the bound bodies of all of the other slaves and prisoners who had been gangbanged that night: Brienne, Gendry, Kinvara, Melisendre, the Wildlings, the Ironborn and the Sand Snakes. If the City Watch had done their jobs properly, Sansa and Ygritte would have found themselves there as well. As it was, both of them were currently being **** to eat out one another in a sixty-nine while the guards fucked whichever of their holes were most accessible.

Sansa and Ygritte would be ‘cleaned’ later. For now, the rest of Cersei’s harem cried out and cowered as jets of water shot out from each side of the wall. Their bodies were pushed this way and that as the water found its way up every hole, pummelling every side of them as breasts bounced, or cocks and testicles swung, from the **** of the jets.

Next they would be dressed. The lowlier the prisoner, the more clothes they were allowed to wear. This meant that common slaves were dressed like harlots and the captives from the great houses were **** to go around the Red Keep in the nude.

Gilly and Karsi wore attractive drapes of silk which accentuated their small tits and large butts. Yara wore a simple black leather corset, which pushed up but still exposed her large breasts and left her cunt and arse open to any groping hand or pinching finger. Osha wore a waistcoat made out of fur, a complete stereotype of Wildling clothing as her breasts visibly bounced behind the skimpy garment. She too went around completely bottomless.

Meanwhile, Loras wore a simple strip of silk that was draped so that it almost covered his cock. **** to witness the erotic sight of his arse swaying as he ascended the steps, Margaery blushed as she walked up into the court completely naked.

A hand slapped her butt, giving it a squeeze before pushing her into another courtier who grabbed both her breasts. Both Tyrells were slowly **** into a humiliating procession to the Iron Throne, been spanked or fingered every step of the way.

A long table had been constructed in front of the throne: it was from here that the royal Lannister family held court alongside the Small Council. Margaery and Loras slid under this table, to where their rulers’ cocks and quims were already waiting for them. Each Tyrell crawled between a different pair of open legs as they began to suck and lick.

If they had been pleasuring the court down below from the dais of the throne, they would have seen the blonde Cersei Lannister and silver-haired ‘Rhaegar’ Targaryen announcing which slaves would be humiliated that day, which contests and depravities would be hosted at the evening feast. As it was, Margaery gagged on her first mouthful of cum from Joffrey, while Loras’ hair was grabbed by Taena Merryweather as she rubbed herself on his face.

It would be another long day for the victims of Cersei Lannister.