Sansa and Arya are punished

Jon cringed as Dany and Taena both marched over to his sisters. He did not hear what the Targaryen whispered into Sansa’s ear, but he saw her take a step back just as Lady Merrweather blew a horn to summon more guards to her side.

But these were not like the armoured guards on the battlements. These guards seemed to come from all sorts of climes but they all had one thing in common; giant muscles and giant cocks that protruded from the skimpy loincloths which were their only garments.

“My daughter’s personal guard,” Cersei said to him, jerking him off faster now as his sisters’ arms were grabbed by the guards. “We will speak more about them later.”

The queen kept Jon and his cock facing into the arena as Arya and Sansa both cried out from the first clamps latching onto their nipples. Sansa had the harshes punishment; her pink breasts were marred by four clamps by the time that Dany had finished with her. Jon was absolutely shocked.

“Why are you doing this to them?”

Cersei just smiled coyly, her hand circling around his slippery head while the other gently clutched his balls. “I haven’t done anything. What you’re seeing is what they’re doing to each other. That little alliance of yours was doomed to failure.”

“Now, I know you probably wanted it to succeed. You wouldn’t have had to feel conflicted if both the Targaryen and Stark sides of your family got along. But they didn’t work well together then and they’re not now.”