Arya watches Gendry's humiliation

“Arya seems to have no care for her own pain,” Cersei said. “But I think she will care a lot more when it is someone she loves under the lash. Myrcella, you need to take up a crop as well.”

While the queen had been speaking, Taena Merryweather had selected two riding crops. Both were black but one was short and thinner, the other wider and flatter. Smiling sinisterly, the dark dominatrix passed the longer whip to the **** princess.

Gendry had limited movement but his head twisted down and he breathed heavily as Merryweather grabbed both his heavy balls with one hand, squeezing them slightly. “It’s amazing how powerful you feel when you do this,” she said, staring straight into the helpless man’s eyes. “Whatever the place, whatever the man, with one touch you can completely unravel him. I learnt this in Myr and it has been very, very useful to know.”

Holding up his testicles, Taena nodded to Myrcella. “Go on. Strike him.”

Hesitantly, Myrcella lifted up the riding crop and tapped it against the side of his left nut. It was a weak blow, but enough to make the muscles tense in Gendry’s arms and strong thighs.

Taena grabbed Myrcella’s arm, beginning to coach her on where and how hard to strike while Cersei steered Sansa around for a better viewpoint. “I want you to watch this. You might learn some things which will be of later use.”

Walking around Gendry, Lady Merryweather was encouraging Myrcella to grope Gendry’s arse and thighs until both of them were running their hands all over him. Then Taena picked up a paddle and Myrcella started giggling and jerking him off while her partner in crime started spanking him.

The look in Gendry’s face spelled utter humiliation but Sansa was more surprised by her sister’s reaction. It almost seemed like there were lights dancing in Arya’s eyes, a barely repressed joy, as she watched her former lover be molested and debauched. Looking bored, Joffrey was alternating between pulling on Arya’s nipple clamps or goosing her with sudden pokes to try and get a reaction out of her. Sansa felt revulsed as she saw that the prince was touching himself while groping her sister.

They all looked to the other side of the chamber as Taena Merryweather threw down her paddle in a tantrum. “It’s no use!”

Gendry was bucking his hips against his body now, his entire sweaty body writhing as his cock stood red and proud despite the stinging swipes of the riding crop that Myrcella was applying to his glans.

“What seems to be the problem?” Cersei asked silkily. Sauntering over to the debased bastard, she grabbed and twisted his testicles before clenching one of his buttcheeks for good measure. His cock stayed rampantly erect.

Taena Merryweather had shrugged off her robe and underneath it she was wearing a black push-up corset and a short skirt that showed off her shapely legs. She looked almost as sweaty and exerted as Gendry, her large breasts heaving in their leather confines. “Whatever we do just makes him harder!”

“Hmm,” Cersei said, scrutanising the dark-haired man. It occurred to Sansa that the poor bastard probably reminded the queen of his father, King Robert. And Cersei had hated her husband.