Myrcella and Lady Merryweather join the gangbang

Sansa saw Taena Merryweather’s black leather boots saunter past her. “Your Grace, what if we were to assist our determined champions? It would be good experience for the princess and I’m sure the men would be gentle with her.”

There was a moment’s silence, as if the queen was thinking carefully. “You have my permission. But there will be no penetration: if my daughter has to have a chastity belt after this then you will find yourself wearing one as well.”

Sansa gasped as her most recent face-fucker pulled away, strings of drool slipping from the cock down onto her face and tits. Taking a moment as the next man reached down to grope her and twist her nipples, she saw Taena finding Myrcella some cusions to kneel on as they took position at the back of her line.

Shocked, she saw Taena lean down and forcefully make out with the queen’s daughter. Myrcella responded eagerly, putting a hand on her ebony cheek as their tongues pushed into each other’s mouths.

Taena’s hands began to lightly play around the low-cut neckline of Myrcella’s dress. “Are you wearing anything under this, princess?”

“No,” Myrcella bit her lip nervously. “I was told it was going to be a hot day today.”

“It certaintly is, isn’t it? But don’t worry. All I need you to do is stay still and I’ll make some last-minute alterations.”

Sansa rolled her eyes as the next two men in the line began to rub their dicks all over face, slapping the floppy lengths in her eyes and tracing circles over and between her breasts. Despite the flaccid bludgeoning, she still heard a loud ripping noise as the front of Myrcella’s flimsy silk dress was torn down to her naval. “Ah! I can’t believe you just did that!”

“What’s wrong, princess?” Lady Merryweather purred.

“It’s, it’s indecent! These other women are sluts and prisoners of war.”

As one of the men went behind Sansa to grope and slap her arse, she saw Taena slide between Myrcella and slowly rub her hands over her exposed, pale tits. “These poor men are starving, Myrcella. Those groans you hear are them crying out, clamouring, desperate for anything to sate their thirst.”

“They seem well-watered, well…muscled and well-fed to me.”

“You know that’s not the thirst I menat. These poor enslaved men are hungry for some pussy. Now, you cannot give them that but you can at least offer them some relief with the sight of your tight little body, with your fine, smooth hands and your lovely little mouth. Come here, boys!”

Sansa smiled at the next cock in her mouth as Taena started giving one of the men the loudest blowjob that she had ever heard. But as the sound of the two ladies of the court sucking cock joined the cacophany of sex, Sansa realised it had been a fair while since she had heard either of Cersei or Jon’s voices...