Missandei is also being tormented

And hanging from chains above two of the dildos was Missandei, translator and adviser to Daenerys Targaryen.

The dark-skinned woman’s full breasts jiggled as she swayed on the chains. Throwing her head back, Missandei gasped as her entire body was dipped so that both her holes made contact with the two large dildos. Suspended by her wrists from the chains, the poor woman was entirely at the mercy of the silent, robed figures who controlled the chains via two turntables.

Sansa looked away as the poor woman shrieked as her entire body was **** onto the fake cocks. A system of ropes wound around Missandei’s long legs, forcing them apart to fully expose her holes.

Breathing heavily and already sweating from exertion, Missandei’s head fell onto her large chest in surrender as the chains lifted her back up, only to drap her back onto the dildos again. A slow and painful double-fucking, via machinery, with no reprieve.

Sansa shuddered but Cersei just sniggered. Running a hand up one of Missandei’s dusky thighs, the queen drove another finger up into her quim. The translator sighed at this fresh penetration, then grimaced as Cersei pulled on her dark nipples with sticky fingers.

“Wet, yet again,” the queen hissed. “All your women must be such harlots, to find arousal in fake cocks of all things. I hope you enjoy the hours to come.”