Arya has been tied up and punished

Sansa’s heart fell. A girl with a slender body and shoulder-length brunette hair was shackled into an X shape, her arms and legs outstretched to spread apart her tight arse. Red marks crisscrossed her behind, while small clamps appeared to have been clasped to her pale brown nipples.

Her face impassive, Arya’s brow arched at the sight of her. Then her sister returned to staring impassively at a wall.

Sansa was struck dumb. She had never wanted to see her sister stripped completely naked, nevermind in such a place as this.

Nothing could be as bad as this. But then a pale, blonde face poked itself out from behind Arya and grinned at her.

Joffrey Baratheon, the crown prince, was holding a cane in one hand and a whip in the other. “It’s been too long, Sansa. Your sister’s been keeping my cock warm for you but I cannot wait to have your arse as well. Why don’t you turn around and show it off for me?”

Cersei came behind her, wrapping her arms around her and speaking over her shoulder. “Lady Sansa is my guest tonight, Joff. Though I suppose there’s always tomorrow…”

“Oh, very well,” the prince said, turning back to his task. Joffrey swung his whip, curling it round so it struck right across both of Arya’s firm cheeks. Sansa flinched as she saw the tip of the lash strike right near her sister’s asshole, yet her sister did not make a single sound.

Joffrey went behind her, running his hands up her thick thighs and grabbing her arse, squeezing it as he thrust his hips against her. Still, no reaction.

Cersei sighed. “The little mongrel has obviously had some kind of training to withstand pain. You can spank her or humiliate her as much as you want, dearest. We will have to find another way to bring this one to heel.”