“Game of Thrones: The Five Queens” Part 8
*Note to my readers: This story is loosely based off of the show series. This is fan fiction so I’ve altered the timeline and taken it in a direction which accommodates a story such as this. There are some parts that contain spoilers for anyone who hasn’t watched the show or isn’t up to date on episodes so fair warning. Enjoy!
The commotion of the Stark girls being tickled the next morning was enough to wake Daenerys from her deep slumber. She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling as she listened to the laughter and tried to get her bearings. Daenerys was still wrapped in her usual mummification bindings. Only her eyes, nose, breasts, and feet were visible as she lay in her tickle coffin. Only last night had been the first night the lid hadn’t been sealed on. The last thing Daenerys remembered were Sansa’s big feet smothering her face and then she passed out from the foot stench.
Daenerys dared not draw attention to herself so she ever so carefully raised her head up from her tickle coffin to have a look. She saw Cersei lying in the tickle coffin next to her, passed out cold. She too was in her usual mummification bindings and lying in an open tickle coffin without a lid. Arya had been the one who smother her with her tiny, bare feet.
Daenerys looked around and saw Sansa and Arya further away, with Littlefinger, the Red Woman, and several guards surrounding them watching. Their backs were turned to Daenerys, giving her the perfect opportunity to try and escape. As she tried to figure out a plan, she looked over at the Stark sisters struggling and laughing.
Sansa and Arya were strung up with their arms outstretched tightly overhead and their bare feet barely touching the ground. Sansa was still wearing a white underskirt that covered her lower half down to her ankles. Her silken undershirt that she wore underneath her dress was all that remained covering her torso. But even that had been cut up so that the sleeves and lower half were snipped off. Sansa’s underarms, tummy, and ribs were exposed. The ragged, cut up undershirt was trimmed in such a revealing way that even a hint of the lower portions of Sansa’s breasts were partially exposed.
Arya’s clothes had been altered in a similar fashion. She had been allowed to keep her leather pants on but her leather jerkin was gone and her undershirt had been shredded to almost nothing just like her sister’s. Arya’s undershirt left most of her torso exposed, as well as a tease of her lower breasts. They were smaller than Sansa’s but one could still make out the beginning shape of the small mounds near the bottom of what was left of her undershirt.
Daenerys watched as Littlefinger stood behind Sansa and tickled her tender ribs and sides, making her laugh heartily. Littlefinger asked Sansa to reconsider swearing loyalty to him but she wasn’t quite willing to give up yet. Melisandre stood behind Arya. She had undone the leather cords that laced Arya’s leather britches tight and tugged then down a little so that the pants barely rode on Arya’s hips before falling down to the floor. Melisandre wiggled her long fingernails all along Arya’s impressively toned abdomen. The poor girl laughed wildly as her tummy was tormented.
Littlefinger snapped his fingers and a small jar of warm oil was brought to him. Littlefinger held the opening of the jar near Sansa’s neck and began pouring it. The oil flowed out and coated her neck and torso as she squirmed. He made sure to pour a little on both armpits. The oil soon soaked her cut up undershirt and the wet garment formed to her heaving breasts. The shape of Sansa’s nipples were clearly visible against the oil-soaked top and the small portion of her pale breasts that hung out the bottom were now shiny and glistening. The oil jar was passed to Melisandre. She pouted a generous amount down Arya’s torso, coating her underarms, tummy, and shirt with the oil. Arya’s chest was also quite defined after her shirt had been soaked through.
Littlefinger resumed tickling Sansa’s slippery sides. She shrieked at his touch and then began laughing spastically. Sansa twisted and turned but there was no reprieve from the menacing fingers. With little energy for resistance left, she just let her head hang back and cackled laughter.
Melisandre was kneading her fingers into Arya’s oily tummy. The younger Stark girl laughed and tried to grab a breath when she could. Melisandre played her fingers delicately over the tough abdominal muscles. She sunk her fingers lower and began playing around near Arya’s hip creases. Arya’s mouth hung open in constant laughter at the unusual touch.
Daenerys rubbed the portion of bindings covering her mouth against the inside of her tickle coffin and was able to uncover her mouth. Daenerys looked over at Cersei and whispered to her to wake up. It took several attempts but eventually Cersei started to come to. Daenerys kept whispering at her until she finally blinked the grogginess out of her eyes and looked back at her. Cersei also rubbed the cloth binding down from her mouth and said, “What? What do you want?”
“Cersei, listen...we have to get out of here. Sansa won’t be able to hold out much longer. This might be our only opportunity to escape. I know this sounds like an unlikely truce but we need to work together and get out of King’s Landing. We’ll go North, get out of the South, and recruit an army to come back here and crush Littlefinger,” Daenerys explained.
Cersei was opposed at first. She fired back with, “Oh I suppose you think me stupid enough to help you escape just so you can come back here and take my Kingdom?” Daenerys countered her hesitation by asking, “Look, I know you and I have not gotten along before. But we’ll have to work together if we want to defeat Littlefinger. He’s far too powerful at this point. Besides, would you rather stay here and get your feet tickled some more?” Cersei thought about that but quickly decided that she wanted to try and leave this place if she could.
While everyone else was still busy watching the Stark girls suffer some more, Daenerys and Cersei managed to quietly sit up in their tickle coffins and wiggle out over the edges until their feet touched the stone ground. They didn’t make a sound as they slinked away. Daenerys and Cersei almost had to hop with both bare feet along the ground in order to move faster than a snail shuffle. The two blonde queens hopped toward a secret door and eased it open just enough to squeeze through. The women had seen workers come and go through the door and figured it must be a secret entrance for customers who wanted to be more discreet about their visits to the brothel.
Next, they had to hop down a flight of stone steps. They traversed down the steps and then started hopping across a hidden walkway below the brothel. Daenerys and Cersei’s exposed breasts jiggled as they jumped forward in small bounds. They managed to move all the way down the dimly lit pathway until they came to a wooden door. They were able to lean against it enough to push it open slowly. Once the door was opened, they heard frantic laughing, a sure sign of something bad they wanted to avoid. But there was no other way except back and that would lead them right to Littlefinger and his guards. Daenerys and Cersei quietly hopped forward into the room, which appeared to be some sort of dungeon only on a very small scale. There were some cages for prisoners and various chains and ropes about. It must be where Littlefinger kept disobedient workers or customers who didn’t pay up for whatever reason.
Daenerys and Cersei stayed hidden in the shadows until they had scanned the whole room. They didn’t want to walk into something bad and the laughing was getting louder the closer they got. Daenerys and Cersei crouched behind a large crate and peered over the top of it. Daenerys almost gasped at what she saw.
Sitting in three chairs next to each other with their bare feet propped up on small crates were Missandei, Brienne, and Ygritte. Their hands were tied together resting in their laps, their ankles were tied together and secured to the crates, and they each had on a blindfold, which prevented them from seeing what was going on. Littlefinger’s associate, Ros, was sitting in front of the women with a feather. She was casually flicking it up and down Brienne’s huge, size 12.5 soles and making the big, blonde Amazon roar with laughter. Such a fierce warrior but such ticklish tootsies. Missandei and Ygritte were sitting on either side of her but they couldn’t see what was going on. They looked around but the blindfolds prevented them from being able to do much other than sit there with concerned expressions.
Daenerys was heartbroken to see her best friend and advisor being subjected to horrible tickle torture. She didn’t know the other two women but knew they must be hating their current situation. “What?! What do you want?! Hahahaha!!! This isn’t fair! Hahahaha!!! What is this about?! Tell me now!” Brienne shouted as her giant feet were teased by the feather. She had an ugly laugh as she squirmed awkwardly in her seat.
“That doesn’t concern you right now. His Grace has declared any enemies of The Crown be given the same treatment. You and the dark one are known associates of the former queens,” Ros said as she lazily flicked the feather about all over the bottoms of Brienne’s feet. She had incredibly large soles with powerful arches that seemed to go on for miles. Brienne’s toes were cuter than one might infer and her heels had a nice hue to them. Nobody could have predicted the Amazonian warrior would have such ticklish feet though. She laughed and cackled as if it were the first time someone had touched her soles.
Brienne kept shifting in her chair, knocking into both Missandei and Ygritte on either side of her. She felt a white hot guilt in her stomach for not being able to protect Sansa and Arya from whatever horrible fate had befallen them since her capture. “I swore a vow to protect them with my life but here I am getting my feet tickled and laughing like a mad woman,” Brienne thought to herself. She had been laid out during her scuffle in the Throne Room and had been under the care of the Maesters for days while she healed. Brienne had only recently been cleared to leave their supervision to be taken away to be tickled. Littlefinger’s guards had taken her to the secret holding area beneath his brothel along with the redheaded Wildling, who had just been brought in from outside the city.
Ros finally gave Brienne a rest and moved over to Ygritte. She didn’t announce her next move but instead, let the feisty little redhead figure it out once the feather started gliding up and down her creamy size 7’s. “Aaahahahaha!!! What?! No! Hahahahaha!!! Why me?! I’ve done nothing to your king! Hahahahaha!!! Why am I even here?! Stop that or I’ll carve your heart out when I get free! Hahahaha!!! Why are you doing this to me?! Give me back my boots and let me go! Aaaahahahaha!!!” Ygritte shouted.
“You broke His Grace’s laws when you came south of The Wall and started raiding his farmsteads. That makes you a criminal and subject to whatever punishment he deems necessary,” Ros explained as she kept tickling Ygritte’s bare soles. Ygritte had nicely-shaped toes that transcended down from her big toes evenly. Her feet were shapely with nice arches and creamy, smooth heels. Surprisingly for a savage, Ygritte’s feet didn’t have a rough patch on them. Her thickly-lined boots kept her feet nice and cushioned and warm all the time.
Ygritte tried to keep a somewhat tough demeanor but the thought of that seemed silly when she was giggling and laughing like a little girl. Ygritte couldn’t see her tormentor, which made the tickling even worse. She was just reacting to the tip of the feather as it explored her sensitive soles. “I never knew a Wildling girl could have such ticklish little feet,” Ros said with a smile as she flicked the feather up and down her trapped feet as they kicked and crossed in front of one another.
When Ros felt like Ygritte had endured a decent turn, she moved over to Missandei. Ygritte’s loud laughter died down, which clued Missandei into the fact that her turn might be coming. She turned her head from side to side frantically, as if she expected to see something through her blindfold. Missandei jumped a little when she felt the feather touch her cheek and trail down her face in a teasing manner. “Did you miss me?” Ros asked her and then giggled a little. Before Brienne and Ygritte had been sent down to the holding area, Ros had been tickle torturing Missandei. The poor girl from Naath just bit her lower lip and curled her mocha-colored toes down tightly. She had slender, feminine size 7.5 feet that were quite attractive. Her toes were thin and adorable, the arches of her feet were a light tan hue, and her heels were as soft as clouds.
Ros guided the feather down and started wiggling it across the dark-skinned hottie’s delectable soles. Missandei broke into snickering and giggles instantly and then easily moved on to full on belly laughter. “Hahahahaha!!! Why are you doing this?! Hahahahaha!!! You’ve already been tickling me for days! What do you want with me?! Hahahahaha!!!” she shouted through her laughter. Ros was indifferent to the begging and simply said, “I’ve already told you that why you are here is not a concern of yours. His Grace has ordered you three to be here. This is your fate for the time being.”
Ros dragged the feather up and down the dainty soles, making Missandei cry laughter and shift in her seat like crazy. “That’s it, tickle tickle tickle...” Ros taunted as she snaked her feather up under the wiggling toes before her. She had learned already that Missandei was especially sensitive along the undersides of her delicious-looking toes. Missandei turned her head to one side and let out a string of uncontrollable laughter as she tried to shake her feet free from the feather’s awful touch.
Ros suddenly jumped the feather back to Brienne’s giant soles and began feathering them wildly once again. Brienne never saw the tickle assault coming. She threw her head back and started howling awkward, broken laughter. Her huge, size 12.5 feet were easy targets but Ros discovered that Brienne really squirmed when she flicked the feather just under the pads below her toes, sort of at the high end of her arches. Brienne tried to wrinkle her entire foot when she felt Ros attacking her there but it did almost nothing to blunt the tickling sensations.
Brienne yelled, “Hahahahaha!!! What is the meaning of this?! Why are you tickling my feet?! Hahahaha!!! This is absurd! I demand you let me go! Hahahaha!!! Seven hells, why does that tickle so horribly?!” Ros kept stroking the feather around on Brienne’s long, wrinkled arches and wondered if the ropes would hold the tall, blonde woman. She seemed a fierce opponent and Ros was grateful her captive couldn’t escape her bondage.
Brienne of Tarth could not believe how sensitive her soles were. She had never really been tickled by anyone. Most were probably too afraid she would break their nose if they tried. But Brienne found that her arches and the undersides of her toes were fairly vulnerable to the touch. It was driving her crazy actually. Brienne had been reduced to belly laughter and snorted every so often as she tried to catch her breath. Ros was caressing bottoms of her long toes with the feather, especially her big toes. Brienne cackled and wiggled her toes like a mad woman, feeling completely ashamed and embarrassed as she lost control.
Ros gave Brienne a lengthy turn and by the end of it, the Amazonian warrior woman’s voice was almost hoarse. Missandei and Ygritte knew the lack of laughter meant Ros would be tickling someone else now. They both perked up a little and were looking around as if they could see what was coming, despite the blindfolds. Missandei curled her toes down tightly again in anticipation and Ygritte crossed one foot in front of the other against a potential feather attack she couldn’t see coming.
Ros began wafting the feather up and down Ygritte’s size 7 feet over and over. The redhead burst out laughing and shook her head from side to side as if to tell Ros to stop. Ygritte shouted, “Wait! No! Hahahahaha!!! Not again! Hahahahaha!!! I don’t understand! Why are you doing this to me?! Hahahahaha!!! Leave my feet alone! I swear I’ll kill you for making me laugh like this! Hahahaha!!! Stop it! Stop it now!” But Ros didn’t stop. She only continued to trail the feather up and down, licking at Ygritte’s arches and toes.
“You should have stayed north of The Wall if you didn’t want your feet feathered,” Ros warned as she wiggled the tip of the feather across Ygritte’s baby-soft heels. The red-haired Wildling snickered and fidgeted in her chair and wished she was anywhere else but in the capitol getting tickled. At least a rival Wildling clan would have the decency to crush her head with a war hammer. The tickling was degrading and unbearable.
“Just out of curiosity, are there many Wildling women like you with ticklish feet?” Ros asked nonchalantly as she continued to torment her. Ygritte fought through the laughter to say, “Even if there were, I would never tell you where they were! Hahahahaha!!! I would rather die!” Ros kept dancing the feather around near the base of Ygritte’s two smaller toes on her left foot, making her get red in the face from laughing. “Oh I doubt you’ll die soon. Probably more likely you’ll be a tickle pet for His Grace. I imagine he’d enjoy having exotic girls from all over Westeros to have as his tickle wenches,” Ros replied.
Missandei knew she would probably be next. She slumped forward and her body language conveyed how defeated she was. Ros smiled wickedly when she saw how broken the dark-skinned girl was. But that didn’t mean she was entitled to leniency. Ros started in right away by sliding the feather through each of her toe gaps slowly, making sure to twist it to really tickle the sides of her clenched toes. Missandei screamed laughter and tried to grip the feather with her toes but was unsuccessful.
“No! Wait! Not there! Hahahahaha!!! Please, I hate that! Hahahahaha! Get that feather out of my toes! I don’t know what you want! Please stop! Hahahahaha!!!” Missandei shouted. Ros ignored her and kept feathering between her toes and along the undersides of them. Missandei’s toes were her weakest area and she always laughed the loudest when they were exploited. “Tickle tickle tickle...” Ros teased as she twisted the feather and pulled it slowly between her big toe and second toe on her left foot.
Missandei had on a solid silver toe ring on the second toe of her right foot that glimmered in the firelight as she wiggled her toes. It had been a gift from Daenerys for her loyal service. Ros demanded that she turn it over to The Crown. “Consider it a tax,” Ros said as she tried to wiggle the toe ring off of Missandei, who was kicking and clenching her toes down as tight as she could. “Fine then,” Ros said as she slipped her mouth down over Missandei’s toes and began sucking hard. From her days sucking men off, Ros had developed quite a technique. She used her pointy fingernails to tickle all along Missandei’s arches to get her to loosen her grip on the toe ring.
Missandei’s mouth was open in laughter and she leaned forward as her toes were sucked. The scratching fingernails on her smooth arches were making it nearly impossible to keep her toes clenched in resistance. As Missandei laughed wildly and unwillingly lost control of her toe grip, Ros was able to suck the toe ring right off her foot. She plucked it from her mouth with a smile as Missandei was left trying to catch her breath.
“We should leave here before we are discovered,” Cersei suggested to Daenerys as they were still crouched behind some nearby crates watching the tickle torture. Daenerys whispered back, “No, we mustn’t go back. There is no other way than through here. Be patient and let us see if an opportunity presents itself.”
Cersei was visibly agitated and said, “Do you want to get caught? Is that what you want? We are still bound in these damned wrappings. We can’t possibly sneak past Littlefinger’s assistant. We should go back to the passageway and look for another route.” Daenerys answered, “There was no other way. You know as well as I. Be patient. For now, we wait and see what happens.”
Meanwhile back in the brothel...
Sansa spasmed and cackled laughter as Littlefinger trailed his wiggling fingers from the sides of her pale neck to her even paler armpits. The slick, bare hollows were a major weak point for her and she laughed desperately as Littlefinger’s fingertips slid around in them. Sansa leaned her head back and rested it on his shoulder as he played with her ticklish spots like a child plays with his favorite toy. Sansa had no more energy left to resist and simply let the laughter pour out of her as Littlefinger lifted up her half-shirt and began ticking her oily tits. Her shapely, porcelain breasts jiggled and shook as Littlefinger caressed the sides of them and played with her light pink nipples.
Sansa fell in and out of silent laughter as Littlefinger squeezed and stroked the sides and undersides of her sensitive breasts. She tried to shift her weight around to find some slack in her ropes but she was stuck, immobilized and topless. Littlefinger danced his fingers across the private flesh and made Sansa cry laughter as he played with her small, sensitive areoles. “PLEASE!......LITTLEFINGER! (silent laughter) HAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOP!! (silent laughter) HAHAHAHAHA!! I CAN’T TAKE IT!!” Sansa screamed up at the ceiling as she leaned back into him.
“Just give in, my dear sweet Sansa. Look at your sister. Why make her suffer for your pride?” Littlefinger said as he gave her a small break to catch her breath and look over at Arya. Sansa’s chest was heaving up and down as she gulped down air. She looked to her left and saw Melisandre skittering her nails across Arya’s oiled tummy and sides. Her younger sister laughed like a little girl when Melisandre circled one finger around her slick tummy, drawing closer and closer to her bellybutton. Arya managed to look down with a concerned expression and took quick, gasping breaths as she watched Melisandre’s finger get closer and closer to her tiny hole.
Arya’s laughter hit a new height when Melisandre finally rolled her fingertip around in her bellybutton. The Red Woman could feel the little Stark girl’s abdominal muscles contorting and contracting as she wiggled and squirmed from side to side. Arya belly laughed as her tiny bellybutton was invaded and played with. She screamed, “Hahahahaha!! Get out of there! Hahahahaha!! Leave me alone! Quit it! Hahahahaha!! I hate this!”
But the Red Woman didn’t listen. Instead, she creeped her hands back upward. Melisandre wiggled them lightly over Arya’s ribs as she giggled. Then her hands took hold of the bottom of Arya’s half-shirt and slowly rolled it up over her chest, revealing her small, shiny breasts glistening with oil. Arya looked down at her vulnerable mounds and then looked back up over her shoulder at Melisandre with a confused, worried expression. Sansa just watched with a guilty conscience as Arya’s chest was also bared.
Littlefinger: “Sansa...think of your sister. Spare her this torment. Be my ally instead of my enemy and this will stop.”
Sansa: “I...I...I can’t. I mustn’t.”
Arya seemed embarrassed but didn’t have a lot of time to dwell on the situation. Melisandre began walking her squirming fingernails around the sides of Arya’s tits, making the tough, little assassin instantly tense up and start giggling. Her nails slid easily across the oily mounds. The sensitive skin in those areas gave Arya even more intense jolts of ticklish surprise as her breasts were explored. Melisandre slid her hands over them and gently rolled her fingers over Arya’s small, dark nipples, which continued to make her laugh.
Sansa was taken off guard as Littlefinger shocked her with a brutal rib tickle. Her shiny, slick sides were horribly vulnerable and sensitive as Littlefinger massaged his fingers between her ribs, making her scream with laughter again. Sansa soon fell into silent laughter once more and a few tears trickled down her face from laughing so hard. Sansa thrashed from side to side as much as her ropes would allow but she was pretty much stretched out to be taken advantage of by anyone who wished. Her tits jiggled and bounced as she twisted about.
Littlefinger’s hands slithered their way back up to her breasts. Sansa was still laughing to the point of crying with her eyes closed tightly as Littlefinger began stroking and wiggling his fingers over her round breasts and firm nipples. Sansa was gasping for breath as she fell back into fits of silent laughter. The Stark sisters couldn’t help but scream laughter toward the ceiling as they were both having their tits tickled at the same time.
Finally Sansa had been pushed past her limit. Seeing Arya suffer right alongside her had weighed heavily on her and days and days of tickling was enough to break any strong woman. She shook her head violently back and forth as she screamed out, “HAHAHAHAHA!!! OKAY! OKAY! HAHAHAHAHA!!! IT’S TOO MUCH! HAHAHAHAHA!!! I GIVE UP! YOU WIN! HAHAHAHAHA!!! I SWEAR THE NORTH TO YOU! JUST NO MORE TICKLING! HAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Littlefinger smiled with satisfaction as Sansa screamed the words to him. But this time, the tickling didn’t stop when a queen surrendered. Littlefinger and Melisandre continued to tease and torment the Stark girls’ exposed breasts. Sansa frantically yelled, “HAHAHAHAHA!!! I GAVE UP! YOU SWORE YOU’D STOP IF I GAVE UP! HAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU LIAR! YOU PROMISED NO MORE! NO MORE!” Littlefinger kept sliding his fingers nimbly across the sides and undersides of Sansa’s oiled breasts. She complained and screamed, “I GIVE UUUUPPPP!!!” over and over in case Littlefinger hadn’t heard her the first time.
Littlefinger: “True, True my dear sweet Sansa. I DID promise to stop tickling you if you surrendered to me. However...Arya here is ALSO Stark royalty. I’ll need to hear her oath of loyalty as well before we leave you two girls alone.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
*Note to my readers: This story is loosely based off of the show series. This is fan fiction so I’ve altered the timeline and taken it in a direction which accommodates a story such as this. There are some parts that contain spoilers for anyone who hasn’t watched the show or isn’t up to date on episodes so fair warning. Enjoy!
The commotion of the Stark girls being tickled the next morning was enough to wake Daenerys from her deep slumber. She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling as she listened to the laughter and tried to get her bearings. Daenerys was still wrapped in her usual mummification bindings. Only her eyes, nose, breasts, and feet were visible as she lay in her tickle coffin. Only last night had been the first night the lid hadn’t been sealed on. The last thing Daenerys remembered were Sansa’s big feet smothering her face and then she passed out from the foot stench.
Daenerys dared not draw attention to herself so she ever so carefully raised her head up from her tickle coffin to have a look. She saw Cersei lying in the tickle coffin next to her, passed out cold. She too was in her usual mummification bindings and lying in an open tickle coffin without a lid. Arya had been the one who smother her with her tiny, bare feet.
Daenerys looked around and saw Sansa and Arya further away, with Littlefinger, the Red Woman, and several guards surrounding them watching. Their backs were turned to Daenerys, giving her the perfect opportunity to try and escape. As she tried to figure out a plan, she looked over at the Stark sisters struggling and laughing.
Sansa and Arya were strung up with their arms outstretched tightly overhead and their bare feet barely touching the ground. Sansa was still wearing a white underskirt that covered her lower half down to her ankles. Her silken undershirt that she wore underneath her dress was all that remained covering her torso. But even that had been cut up so that the sleeves and lower half were snipped off. Sansa’s underarms, tummy, and ribs were exposed. The ragged, cut up undershirt was trimmed in such a revealing way that even a hint of the lower portions of Sansa’s breasts were partially exposed.
Arya’s clothes had been altered in a similar fashion. She had been allowed to keep her leather pants on but her leather jerkin was gone and her undershirt had been shredded to almost nothing just like her sister’s. Arya’s undershirt left most of her torso exposed, as well as a tease of her lower breasts. They were smaller than Sansa’s but one could still make out the beginning shape of the small mounds near the bottom of what was left of her undershirt.
Daenerys watched as Littlefinger stood behind Sansa and tickled her tender ribs and sides, making her laugh heartily. Littlefinger asked Sansa to reconsider swearing loyalty to him but she wasn’t quite willing to give up yet. Melisandre stood behind Arya. She had undone the leather cords that laced Arya’s leather britches tight and tugged then down a little so that the pants barely rode on Arya’s hips before falling down to the floor. Melisandre wiggled her long fingernails all along Arya’s impressively toned abdomen. The poor girl laughed wildly as her tummy was tormented.
Littlefinger snapped his fingers and a small jar of warm oil was brought to him. Littlefinger held the opening of the jar near Sansa’s neck and began pouring it. The oil flowed out and coated her neck and torso as she squirmed. He made sure to pour a little on both armpits. The oil soon soaked her cut up undershirt and the wet garment formed to her heaving breasts. The shape of Sansa’s nipples were clearly visible against the oil-soaked top and the small portion of her pale breasts that hung out the bottom were now shiny and glistening. The oil jar was passed to Melisandre. She pouted a generous amount down Arya’s torso, coating her underarms, tummy, and shirt with the oil. Arya’s chest was also quite defined after her shirt had been soaked through.
Littlefinger resumed tickling Sansa’s slippery sides. She shrieked at his touch and then began laughing spastically. Sansa twisted and turned but there was no reprieve from the menacing fingers. With little energy for resistance left, she just let her head hang back and cackled laughter.
Melisandre was kneading her fingers into Arya’s oily tummy. The younger Stark girl laughed and tried to grab a breath when she could. Melisandre played her fingers delicately over the tough abdominal muscles. She sunk her fingers lower and began playing around near Arya’s hip creases. Arya’s mouth hung open in constant laughter at the unusual touch.
Daenerys rubbed the portion of bindings covering her mouth against the inside of her tickle coffin and was able to uncover her mouth. Daenerys looked over at Cersei and whispered to her to wake up. It took several attempts but eventually Cersei started to come to. Daenerys kept whispering at her until she finally blinked the grogginess out of her eyes and looked back at her. Cersei also rubbed the cloth binding down from her mouth and said, “What? What do you want?”
“Cersei, listen...we have to get out of here. Sansa won’t be able to hold out much longer. This might be our only opportunity to escape. I know this sounds like an unlikely truce but we need to work together and get out of King’s Landing. We’ll go North, get out of the South, and recruit an army to come back here and crush Littlefinger,” Daenerys explained.
Cersei was opposed at first. She fired back with, “Oh I suppose you think me stupid enough to help you escape just so you can come back here and take my Kingdom?” Daenerys countered her hesitation by asking, “Look, I know you and I have not gotten along before. But we’ll have to work together if we want to defeat Littlefinger. He’s far too powerful at this point. Besides, would you rather stay here and get your feet tickled some more?” Cersei thought about that but quickly decided that she wanted to try and leave this place if she could.
While everyone else was still busy watching the Stark girls suffer some more, Daenerys and Cersei managed to quietly sit up in their tickle coffins and wiggle out over the edges until their feet touched the stone ground. They didn’t make a sound as they slinked away. Daenerys and Cersei almost had to hop with both bare feet along the ground in order to move faster than a snail shuffle. The two blonde queens hopped toward a secret door and eased it open just enough to squeeze through. The women had seen workers come and go through the door and figured it must be a secret entrance for customers who wanted to be more discreet about their visits to the brothel.
Next, they had to hop down a flight of stone steps. They traversed down the steps and then started hopping across a hidden walkway below the brothel. Daenerys and Cersei’s exposed breasts jiggled as they jumped forward in small bounds. They managed to move all the way down the dimly lit pathway until they came to a wooden door. They were able to lean against it enough to push it open slowly. Once the door was opened, they heard frantic laughing, a sure sign of something bad they wanted to avoid. But there was no other way except back and that would lead them right to Littlefinger and his guards. Daenerys and Cersei quietly hopped forward into the room, which appeared to be some sort of dungeon only on a very small scale. There were some cages for prisoners and various chains and ropes about. It must be where Littlefinger kept disobedient workers or customers who didn’t pay up for whatever reason.
Daenerys and Cersei stayed hidden in the shadows until they had scanned the whole room. They didn’t want to walk into something bad and the laughing was getting louder the closer they got. Daenerys and Cersei crouched behind a large crate and peered over the top of it. Daenerys almost gasped at what she saw.
Sitting in three chairs next to each other with their bare feet propped up on small crates were Missandei, Brienne, and Ygritte. Their hands were tied together resting in their laps, their ankles were tied together and secured to the crates, and they each had on a blindfold, which prevented them from seeing what was going on. Littlefinger’s associate, Ros, was sitting in front of the women with a feather. She was casually flicking it up and down Brienne’s huge, size 12.5 soles and making the big, blonde Amazon roar with laughter. Such a fierce warrior but such ticklish tootsies. Missandei and Ygritte were sitting on either side of her but they couldn’t see what was going on. They looked around but the blindfolds prevented them from being able to do much other than sit there with concerned expressions.
Daenerys was heartbroken to see her best friend and advisor being subjected to horrible tickle torture. She didn’t know the other two women but knew they must be hating their current situation. “What?! What do you want?! Hahahaha!!! This isn’t fair! Hahahaha!!! What is this about?! Tell me now!” Brienne shouted as her giant feet were teased by the feather. She had an ugly laugh as she squirmed awkwardly in her seat.
“That doesn’t concern you right now. His Grace has declared any enemies of The Crown be given the same treatment. You and the dark one are known associates of the former queens,” Ros said as she lazily flicked the feather about all over the bottoms of Brienne’s feet. She had incredibly large soles with powerful arches that seemed to go on for miles. Brienne’s toes were cuter than one might infer and her heels had a nice hue to them. Nobody could have predicted the Amazonian warrior would have such ticklish feet though. She laughed and cackled as if it were the first time someone had touched her soles.
Brienne kept shifting in her chair, knocking into both Missandei and Ygritte on either side of her. She felt a white hot guilt in her stomach for not being able to protect Sansa and Arya from whatever horrible fate had befallen them since her capture. “I swore a vow to protect them with my life but here I am getting my feet tickled and laughing like a mad woman,” Brienne thought to herself. She had been laid out during her scuffle in the Throne Room and had been under the care of the Maesters for days while she healed. Brienne had only recently been cleared to leave their supervision to be taken away to be tickled. Littlefinger’s guards had taken her to the secret holding area beneath his brothel along with the redheaded Wildling, who had just been brought in from outside the city.
Ros finally gave Brienne a rest and moved over to Ygritte. She didn’t announce her next move but instead, let the feisty little redhead figure it out once the feather started gliding up and down her creamy size 7’s. “Aaahahahaha!!! What?! No! Hahahahaha!!! Why me?! I’ve done nothing to your king! Hahahahaha!!! Why am I even here?! Stop that or I’ll carve your heart out when I get free! Hahahaha!!! Why are you doing this to me?! Give me back my boots and let me go! Aaaahahahaha!!!” Ygritte shouted.
“You broke His Grace’s laws when you came south of The Wall and started raiding his farmsteads. That makes you a criminal and subject to whatever punishment he deems necessary,” Ros explained as she kept tickling Ygritte’s bare soles. Ygritte had nicely-shaped toes that transcended down from her big toes evenly. Her feet were shapely with nice arches and creamy, smooth heels. Surprisingly for a savage, Ygritte’s feet didn’t have a rough patch on them. Her thickly-lined boots kept her feet nice and cushioned and warm all the time.
Ygritte tried to keep a somewhat tough demeanor but the thought of that seemed silly when she was giggling and laughing like a little girl. Ygritte couldn’t see her tormentor, which made the tickling even worse. She was just reacting to the tip of the feather as it explored her sensitive soles. “I never knew a Wildling girl could have such ticklish little feet,” Ros said with a smile as she flicked the feather up and down her trapped feet as they kicked and crossed in front of one another.
When Ros felt like Ygritte had endured a decent turn, she moved over to Missandei. Ygritte’s loud laughter died down, which clued Missandei into the fact that her turn might be coming. She turned her head from side to side frantically, as if she expected to see something through her blindfold. Missandei jumped a little when she felt the feather touch her cheek and trail down her face in a teasing manner. “Did you miss me?” Ros asked her and then giggled a little. Before Brienne and Ygritte had been sent down to the holding area, Ros had been tickle torturing Missandei. The poor girl from Naath just bit her lower lip and curled her mocha-colored toes down tightly. She had slender, feminine size 7.5 feet that were quite attractive. Her toes were thin and adorable, the arches of her feet were a light tan hue, and her heels were as soft as clouds.
Ros guided the feather down and started wiggling it across the dark-skinned hottie’s delectable soles. Missandei broke into snickering and giggles instantly and then easily moved on to full on belly laughter. “Hahahahaha!!! Why are you doing this?! Hahahahaha!!! You’ve already been tickling me for days! What do you want with me?! Hahahahaha!!!” she shouted through her laughter. Ros was indifferent to the begging and simply said, “I’ve already told you that why you are here is not a concern of yours. His Grace has ordered you three to be here. This is your fate for the time being.”
Ros dragged the feather up and down the dainty soles, making Missandei cry laughter and shift in her seat like crazy. “That’s it, tickle tickle tickle...” Ros taunted as she snaked her feather up under the wiggling toes before her. She had learned already that Missandei was especially sensitive along the undersides of her delicious-looking toes. Missandei turned her head to one side and let out a string of uncontrollable laughter as she tried to shake her feet free from the feather’s awful touch.
Ros suddenly jumped the feather back to Brienne’s giant soles and began feathering them wildly once again. Brienne never saw the tickle assault coming. She threw her head back and started howling awkward, broken laughter. Her huge, size 12.5 feet were easy targets but Ros discovered that Brienne really squirmed when she flicked the feather just under the pads below her toes, sort of at the high end of her arches. Brienne tried to wrinkle her entire foot when she felt Ros attacking her there but it did almost nothing to blunt the tickling sensations.
Brienne yelled, “Hahahahaha!!! What is the meaning of this?! Why are you tickling my feet?! Hahahaha!!! This is absurd! I demand you let me go! Hahahaha!!! Seven hells, why does that tickle so horribly?!” Ros kept stroking the feather around on Brienne’s long, wrinkled arches and wondered if the ropes would hold the tall, blonde woman. She seemed a fierce opponent and Ros was grateful her captive couldn’t escape her bondage.
Brienne of Tarth could not believe how sensitive her soles were. She had never really been tickled by anyone. Most were probably too afraid she would break their nose if they tried. But Brienne found that her arches and the undersides of her toes were fairly vulnerable to the touch. It was driving her crazy actually. Brienne had been reduced to belly laughter and snorted every so often as she tried to catch her breath. Ros was caressing bottoms of her long toes with the feather, especially her big toes. Brienne cackled and wiggled her toes like a mad woman, feeling completely ashamed and embarrassed as she lost control.
Ros gave Brienne a lengthy turn and by the end of it, the Amazonian warrior woman’s voice was almost hoarse. Missandei and Ygritte knew the lack of laughter meant Ros would be tickling someone else now. They both perked up a little and were looking around as if they could see what was coming, despite the blindfolds. Missandei curled her toes down tightly again in anticipation and Ygritte crossed one foot in front of the other against a potential feather attack she couldn’t see coming.
Ros began wafting the feather up and down Ygritte’s size 7 feet over and over. The redhead burst out laughing and shook her head from side to side as if to tell Ros to stop. Ygritte shouted, “Wait! No! Hahahahaha!!! Not again! Hahahahaha!!! I don’t understand! Why are you doing this to me?! Hahahahaha!!! Leave my feet alone! I swear I’ll kill you for making me laugh like this! Hahahaha!!! Stop it! Stop it now!” But Ros didn’t stop. She only continued to trail the feather up and down, licking at Ygritte’s arches and toes.
“You should have stayed north of The Wall if you didn’t want your feet feathered,” Ros warned as she wiggled the tip of the feather across Ygritte’s baby-soft heels. The red-haired Wildling snickered and fidgeted in her chair and wished she was anywhere else but in the capitol getting tickled. At least a rival Wildling clan would have the decency to crush her head with a war hammer. The tickling was degrading and unbearable.
“Just out of curiosity, are there many Wildling women like you with ticklish feet?” Ros asked nonchalantly as she continued to torment her. Ygritte fought through the laughter to say, “Even if there were, I would never tell you where they were! Hahahahaha!!! I would rather die!” Ros kept dancing the feather around near the base of Ygritte’s two smaller toes on her left foot, making her get red in the face from laughing. “Oh I doubt you’ll die soon. Probably more likely you’ll be a tickle pet for His Grace. I imagine he’d enjoy having exotic girls from all over Westeros to have as his tickle wenches,” Ros replied.
Missandei knew she would probably be next. She slumped forward and her body language conveyed how defeated she was. Ros smiled wickedly when she saw how broken the dark-skinned girl was. But that didn’t mean she was entitled to leniency. Ros started in right away by sliding the feather through each of her toe gaps slowly, making sure to twist it to really tickle the sides of her clenched toes. Missandei screamed laughter and tried to grip the feather with her toes but was unsuccessful.
“No! Wait! Not there! Hahahahaha!!! Please, I hate that! Hahahahaha! Get that feather out of my toes! I don’t know what you want! Please stop! Hahahahaha!!!” Missandei shouted. Ros ignored her and kept feathering between her toes and along the undersides of them. Missandei’s toes were her weakest area and she always laughed the loudest when they were exploited. “Tickle tickle tickle...” Ros teased as she twisted the feather and pulled it slowly between her big toe and second toe on her left foot.
Missandei had on a solid silver toe ring on the second toe of her right foot that glimmered in the firelight as she wiggled her toes. It had been a gift from Daenerys for her loyal service. Ros demanded that she turn it over to The Crown. “Consider it a tax,” Ros said as she tried to wiggle the toe ring off of Missandei, who was kicking and clenching her toes down as tight as she could. “Fine then,” Ros said as she slipped her mouth down over Missandei’s toes and began sucking hard. From her days sucking men off, Ros had developed quite a technique. She used her pointy fingernails to tickle all along Missandei’s arches to get her to loosen her grip on the toe ring.
Missandei’s mouth was open in laughter and she leaned forward as her toes were sucked. The scratching fingernails on her smooth arches were making it nearly impossible to keep her toes clenched in resistance. As Missandei laughed wildly and unwillingly lost control of her toe grip, Ros was able to suck the toe ring right off her foot. She plucked it from her mouth with a smile as Missandei was left trying to catch her breath.
“We should leave here before we are discovered,” Cersei suggested to Daenerys as they were still crouched behind some nearby crates watching the tickle torture. Daenerys whispered back, “No, we mustn’t go back. There is no other way than through here. Be patient and let us see if an opportunity presents itself.”
Cersei was visibly agitated and said, “Do you want to get caught? Is that what you want? We are still bound in these damned wrappings. We can’t possibly sneak past Littlefinger’s assistant. We should go back to the passageway and look for another route.” Daenerys answered, “There was no other way. You know as well as I. Be patient. For now, we wait and see what happens.”
Meanwhile back in the brothel...
Sansa spasmed and cackled laughter as Littlefinger trailed his wiggling fingers from the sides of her pale neck to her even paler armpits. The slick, bare hollows were a major weak point for her and she laughed desperately as Littlefinger’s fingertips slid around in them. Sansa leaned her head back and rested it on his shoulder as he played with her ticklish spots like a child plays with his favorite toy. Sansa had no more energy left to resist and simply let the laughter pour out of her as Littlefinger lifted up her half-shirt and began ticking her oily tits. Her shapely, porcelain breasts jiggled and shook as Littlefinger caressed the sides of them and played with her light pink nipples.
Sansa fell in and out of silent laughter as Littlefinger squeezed and stroked the sides and undersides of her sensitive breasts. She tried to shift her weight around to find some slack in her ropes but she was stuck, immobilized and topless. Littlefinger danced his fingers across the private flesh and made Sansa cry laughter as he played with her small, sensitive areoles. “PLEASE!......LITTLEFINGER! (silent laughter) HAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOP!! (silent laughter) HAHAHAHAHA!! I CAN’T TAKE IT!!” Sansa screamed up at the ceiling as she leaned back into him.
“Just give in, my dear sweet Sansa. Look at your sister. Why make her suffer for your pride?” Littlefinger said as he gave her a small break to catch her breath and look over at Arya. Sansa’s chest was heaving up and down as she gulped down air. She looked to her left and saw Melisandre skittering her nails across Arya’s oiled tummy and sides. Her younger sister laughed like a little girl when Melisandre circled one finger around her slick tummy, drawing closer and closer to her bellybutton. Arya managed to look down with a concerned expression and took quick, gasping breaths as she watched Melisandre’s finger get closer and closer to her tiny hole.
Arya’s laughter hit a new height when Melisandre finally rolled her fingertip around in her bellybutton. The Red Woman could feel the little Stark girl’s abdominal muscles contorting and contracting as she wiggled and squirmed from side to side. Arya belly laughed as her tiny bellybutton was invaded and played with. She screamed, “Hahahahaha!! Get out of there! Hahahahaha!! Leave me alone! Quit it! Hahahahaha!! I hate this!”
But the Red Woman didn’t listen. Instead, she creeped her hands back upward. Melisandre wiggled them lightly over Arya’s ribs as she giggled. Then her hands took hold of the bottom of Arya’s half-shirt and slowly rolled it up over her chest, revealing her small, shiny breasts glistening with oil. Arya looked down at her vulnerable mounds and then looked back up over her shoulder at Melisandre with a confused, worried expression. Sansa just watched with a guilty conscience as Arya’s chest was also bared.
Littlefinger: “Sansa...think of your sister. Spare her this torment. Be my ally instead of my enemy and this will stop.”
Sansa: “I...I...I can’t. I mustn’t.”
Arya seemed embarrassed but didn’t have a lot of time to dwell on the situation. Melisandre began walking her squirming fingernails around the sides of Arya’s tits, making the tough, little assassin instantly tense up and start giggling. Her nails slid easily across the oily mounds. The sensitive skin in those areas gave Arya even more intense jolts of ticklish surprise as her breasts were explored. Melisandre slid her hands over them and gently rolled her fingers over Arya’s small, dark nipples, which continued to make her laugh.
Sansa was taken off guard as Littlefinger shocked her with a brutal rib tickle. Her shiny, slick sides were horribly vulnerable and sensitive as Littlefinger massaged his fingers between her ribs, making her scream with laughter again. Sansa soon fell into silent laughter once more and a few tears trickled down her face from laughing so hard. Sansa thrashed from side to side as much as her ropes would allow but she was pretty much stretched out to be taken advantage of by anyone who wished. Her tits jiggled and bounced as she twisted about.
Littlefinger’s hands slithered their way back up to her breasts. Sansa was still laughing to the point of crying with her eyes closed tightly as Littlefinger began stroking and wiggling his fingers over her round breasts and firm nipples. Sansa was gasping for breath as she fell back into fits of silent laughter. The Stark sisters couldn’t help but scream laughter toward the ceiling as they were both having their tits tickled at the same time.
Finally Sansa had been pushed past her limit. Seeing Arya suffer right alongside her had weighed heavily on her and days and days of tickling was enough to break any strong woman. She shook her head violently back and forth as she screamed out, “HAHAHAHAHA!!! OKAY! OKAY! HAHAHAHAHA!!! IT’S TOO MUCH! HAHAHAHAHA!!! I GIVE UP! YOU WIN! HAHAHAHAHA!!! I SWEAR THE NORTH TO YOU! JUST NO MORE TICKLING! HAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Littlefinger smiled with satisfaction as Sansa screamed the words to him. But this time, the tickling didn’t stop when a queen surrendered. Littlefinger and Melisandre continued to tease and torment the Stark girls’ exposed breasts. Sansa frantically yelled, “HAHAHAHAHA!!! I GAVE UP! YOU SWORE YOU’D STOP IF I GAVE UP! HAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU LIAR! YOU PROMISED NO MORE! NO MORE!” Littlefinger kept sliding his fingers nimbly across the sides and undersides of Sansa’s oiled breasts. She complained and screamed, “I GIVE UUUUPPPP!!!” over and over in case Littlefinger hadn’t heard her the first time.
Littlefinger: “True, True my dear sweet Sansa. I DID promise to stop tickling you if you surrendered to me. However...Arya here is ALSO Stark royalty. I’ll need to hear her oath of loyalty as well before we leave you two girls alone.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
