Double teamed.

Narrator: *Missandei had decided during the night that she must be much crueller to Queen Deanery's when they played in private. She had grown tired of the games and she wanted to enjoy some pleasure from the game. During the day Daenery held court as normal the belt around her waist reminding her of her slavery.*

Daenerys: *The day had been long and filled with the mundane matters of the realm. Each petitioner brought their issues before her, and she ruled with the authority that was her birth right. Yet, beneath her royal attire, she felt the cold steel of the belt around her waist, a constant reminder of the evening's events to come. Despite the discomfort, a thrill ran through her at the thought of serving Missandei once more. She wondered if tonight would bring even more humiliation than the last.*

Missandei: "Your majesty, I trust your day was as tedious as always. Now, it's time for your true role to commence." She smirked as she saw the hint of anticipation in Daenerys' eyes. "Tonight, I've arranged something special."

Daenerys: "Missandei, I... I don't know if I can take more. Last night was... intense." She whispered, feeling the weight of her own words.

Narrator: *The evening found Daenerys alone with Missandei in her chambers naked accept for the steel belt.*

Missandei: "Your highness, tonight's lesson in obedience will be quite enlightening. I've invited someone special to join us. Remember your place, whore." She waved a dismissive hand. "Tonight Whore is your honorific and not Queen. Do you understand whore?"

Daenerys: *Daenerys swallowed hard, her heart racing at the thought of an unknown participant in their twisted game. She nodded, the cold steel of the collar pressing against her throat as she responded, "Yes, Missandei."*

Missandei: "Good, whore. Tonight, you'll address me as 'Mistress' and our guest as Mistress'. Do you understand?"

Daenerys: *Daenerys nodded again, her heart racing faster. She felt a mix of fear and excitement. She had no idea who this 'guest' was, but she knew Missandei had something planned.* "Yes, Mistress."

Missandei: "Excellent, whore. Now, let's get you ready." Missandei walked over to a chest at the side of the room and pulled out a blindfold. "You will wear this tonight. You will not see who our guest is. It's all part of your training."

Narrator: *Daenerys felt the soft leather blindfold against her skin as Missandei secured it over her eyes, plunging her into darkness once again. She took a deep breath, her pulse quickening.*

Missandei: "Now, whore, be still and await your instructions." Her voice was firm and commanding, leaving no room for disobedience.

Daenerys: *Her body was tense, the anticipation of what was to come making her skin prickle. She lay on the bed, naked and exposed, the steel belt still in place. She heard the door open and close, the sound of footsteps approaching, and then the faint scent of someone new entered the room. It was a smell of leather and something else, something she couldn't quite place.*

Missandei: "Mistress, your whore is ready for her next lesson."

Arya: *The new voice was unmistakable, cold and sharp like a blade drawn from its sheath. Arya Stark had arrived, the very person Missandei had invited to join the evening's entertainment. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized the depth of Missandei's betrayal.*

Arya: "Ah, Missandei. You've outdone yourself. The whore Queen, bound and blindfolded, ready for our amusement."

Missandei: "Indeed, I thought it was time to add some spice to our little ritual."

Arya: "And what would that be, Missandei?" The anticipation in Arya's voice was palpable.

Missandei: "Tonight, whore, you will learn the true meaning of submission. You will serve both of us, as we see fit. If you perform well, you may be granted the mercy of our approval."

Daenerys: *Daenerys felt a shiver of fear and excitement run through her. The sound of Arya's voice was unexpected, but she had always felt a strange kinship with the girl. Perhaps this was a test of her loyalty to Missandei. She remained silent, waiting for further instructions.*

Missandei: "Mistress Arya, this whore's mouth is as sharp as your wit. Let us see if we can tame it." She approached the bed, her hand tracing the outline of the steel belt around Daenerys's hips. "Whore, you will address Mistress Arya with the same respect as you do me. Is that clear?"

Daenerys: *Her thoughts raced. She had always known Arya to be fierce and unpredictable. How would she react to this? Her voice was steady when she spoke. "Yes, Mistress."*

Arya: "Good girl." Arya's voice was low, almost a purr. Her hands were rough as they touched Daenerys's cheek, a stark contrast to the cruel words. "Let's see if you can be a good little slut for both of us. You will worship my sex until I cum. She then straddled Daenerys head revealing she wore no underwear.

Narrator: *Daenerys felt the weight of Arya's body on her, the reality of her situation sinking in. Her breath hitched as the cold steel of the belt pressed into her back, a stark reminder of her submission. She could feel the warmth of Arya's pussy hovering just above her mouth.*

Arya: "Open up, slut and make me happy."

Daenerys: *Daenerys felt the heat from Arya's body as the girl's pussy descended onto her face. She had never been so humiliated, but the command in Missandei's voice and the thrill of the unknown made her open her mouth and begin to lick and suckle. Her tongue darted out, tasting the sweetness of Arya's arousal.*

Narrator: *Daenerys's tongue worked feverishly, exploring the folds and dipping into the wetness of Arya's sex. Missandei watched with a smirk, enjoying the sight of her Queen brought so low. Missandei began to taunt Daenerys with threats of exposure if she did not obey.

Missandei: "Remember, whore, any sound of protest or refusal and I will make sure the whole court knows of your nightly activities. Now, lick faster, I can tell Mistress Arya is enjoying herself."

Daenerys: *Her thoughts swirled with fear and anger, but she knew she had ****. The taste of Arya's arousal grew stronger as she obeyed, her tongue moving more urgently. She could feel Missandei's eyes on her, watching her every move, revelling in her degradation.*

Arya: "Mm, you're not so bad at this, whore. Maybe there's some use to you after all." Arya's voice was filled with mocking pleasure as she rocked her hips against Daenerys's mouth, the belt digging into her skin with each thrust.

Missandei: "Keep going, slut. We're not done with you yet." Her tone was a mix of amusement and cruel satisfaction.

Narrator: *Daenerys felt the belt tighten around her waist as she obeyed, her thoughts a tumultuous storm of humiliation and anger. Yet, the heat from Arya's body and the scent of her arousal were undeniably intoxicating. She continued to pleasure Arya, her mind racing with questions and accusations.*

Arya: "Ah, yes, just like that, you little whore." Her words were a mix of praise and condescension.

Arya: *Her hips began to move more urgently as the pleasure built within her. The feel of Daenerys's tongue against her sensitive flesh was surprisingly enjoyable. She leaned forward, her hand reaching down to grip a fistful of the Queen's hair, guiding her movements.*

Daenerys: *Daenerys gritted her teeth, the sting of Arya's grip on her hair serving as a grim reminder of her powerlessness. Yet, she couldn't deny the growing arousal within her own body as she tasted Arya's desire. Her thoughts were a jumble of anger and betrayal, but she remained focused on the task at hand.*

Missandei: "Mistress Arya is quite pleased, it seems." Missandei's voice was thick with sarcasm. "Keep it up, whore, or you'll be feeling the sting of my crop."

Narrator: *Daenerys felt the leather crop in Missandei's hand brush against her thigh. The anticipation was almost unbearable.*

Arya: "Mm, I can feel it building. Yes, just like that, you little whore." Arya's breath grew heavier, her grip on Daenerys's hair tightening.

Daenerys: *Daenerys focused on the task, pushing her own feelings aside as best she could. Her tongue danced faster, eager to satisfy Arya and perhaps end this humiliating spectacle.*

Arya: "Good whore. Yes, just like that." Arya's voice grew breathless as her climax approached.

Narrator: *Daenerys's mouth was filled with the essence of Arya's pleasure, and she swallowed her pride along with the sweet taste. She didn't dare protest, not with Missandei's crop so close.*

Arya: *With a final shudder, Arya reached her climax, her body tensing as she ground herself against Daenerys's face. She leaned back, panting slightly.* "Well done, whore. Missandei, I see why you enjoy her so."

Missandei: "My turn now whore."

Missandei: *Missandei climbed onto the bed, her naked body gleaming with excitement. She straddled Daenerys's chest, placing one leg on each side of her head. Her own desires were clear as she reached down and grabbed the blindfolded queen's face, directing it towards her wet pussy.*

Narrator: *Daenerys's mouth was still filled with the taste of Arya's release, and now she was being directed to Missandei. She could feel the warmth and wetness of Missandei's sex pressing against her lips, a silent demand for her to continue serving.*

Daenerys: *Her mind was in turmoil, but she knew she had ****. With a resigned sigh, she opened her mouth and began to lick and kiss Missandei's pussy.*

Missandei: "Mmm, that's right, whore. Show me how much you've learned." Missandei's voice was thick with lust, her hips moving in a slow, seductive rhythm.

Daenerys: *Daenerys felt the heat of Missandei's sex against her face, the scent of her arousal mingling with the leather of the blindfold. She took a deep breath and focused on the task, her tongue moving in soft, deliberate strokes.*

Arya: "Just think the great Queen brought so low by her maid. If your a bad girl all your enemies will see you for what you are. A submissive whore fit only for the town brothel."

Daenerys: *Her cheeks burned with humiliation and anger at Arya's words. She had always known the Stark girl to be cruel, but this was beyond anything she had ever expected.*

Daenerys: *Her tongue moved with more vigour against Missandei's folds, driven by a mix of fear, anger, and the strange thrill of the situation. She could feel the wetness of Missandei's arousal as it coated her face, her own body responding despite her resentment.*

Missandei: "Mm, yes, like that, whore. You're learning your place." Missandei's voice was a low moan of pleasure, her grip on Daenerys's face tightening as she grew closer to her climax.

Daenerys: *Daenerys's thoughts were a whirlwind of anger and desire, her body responding against her will to Missandei's dominance. She sucked and licked harder, trying to drown out Arya's taunts with the sound of her own obedience.*

Arya: "Look at her, Missandei. She's eager to please. Maybe there's hope for her yet." Arya's voice dripped with sarcasm, her eyes watching the scene unfold with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

Missandei: *Missandei's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she felt herself approaching the edge. She leaned back, her breaths coming in short gasps as she reveled in the power she held over the Queen.* "You're doing well, whore. Don't stop now."

Daenerys: *Daenerys's jaw was beginning to ache from the relentless service, but she knew that stopping would only bring more punishment. She swirled her tongue around Missandei's clit, feeling the tension build in the other woman's body.* "Mistress," she murmured, her voice muffled by the flesh pressing against her mouth.

Missandei: "Keep going," Missandei ordered, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Show me how much you want to be a good slut."

Daenerys: *Daenerys's tongue worked even faster, her mind racing. She could feel Missandei's thighs tremble and knew she was close.* "Mistress," she whimpered again, hoping to speed Missandei's climax.

Narrator: *Missandei threw her head back, her body arching as she reached her peak. The sound of her pleasure filled the room, a stark contrast to the silence that had previously dominated their sessions.*

Missandei: "You may stop now, whore," she gasped, her legs trembling.

Daenerys: *Daenerys pulled back, her face slick with Missandei's juices. She sat up, the belt pressing into her stomach as she took a deep breath. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the echo of Missandei's cries of pleasure.* "Mistress," she murmured, her voice hoarse.

Missandei: "Tell me whore who do you belong to."

Daenerys: *Daenerys took a deep breath, her chest heaving with the exertion. She knew the answer Missandei wanted to hear. "I belong to you, Mistress."*

Missandei: "Very good, whore." Missandei slid off the bed, her body still humming with pleasure. She walked over to the chest, her movements graceful despite her arousal. "Now, for your next task." She pulled out a set of nipple clamps, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent.