Sansa is led to Daenerys

Shivering and still only clad in a simple corset that stopped just under her buttocks, Sansa flinched with the echo of every step they took down into the dungeons of the Red Keep. Flanked by two Kingsguard, the queen led the way with a simple flickering torch that cast deep shadows into the gloom of the catacombs.

With every winding stairway into the depths, Sansa wondered if she would ever climb out again. Or if she had seen daylight for the last time on this day, never to feel the warmth of the sun on her face again.

Back in the throneroom, she knew that Margaery Tyrell and the Sandsnakes would be enduring even more degradations. It was horrible, to spend every uncertain day knowing that one was entirely at the mercy of their captors and their cruel, capricious whims. To know that every day could be their last.

The sounds of the other women’s gangbang had long since faded away when Sansa heard the sound of new screams echoing through the darkness.

Cersei Lannister stopped and smiled at her from over her shoulder. “Before you are reunited with your sister, there is someone else you will probably want to see.”

A Kingsguard roughly prodded Sansa in the small of her back, then slapped her arse to urge her forward. She yelped at the burning handprint, tottering forwards through a narrow doorway.

Inside was a low-vaulted chamber, similar to a wine cellar. Two twin channels of running water bordered the vault, framing a circular raised platform right in front of them.

A wooden structure had been built upon the dias. It looked almost like a battering ram, with a single thick tree-trunk resting upon multiple supports. The pole at first seemed to be lined with multiple spikes. Then Sansa blushed as she realised what were protruding up from the wooden pole.

A line of erect phalluses made from wood, ivory or metal had been created.