GOT: Cersei Captured Tyene Sand

[Tyrion2022]

Ok this is my first story on this forum and my first story in english, so I hope you'll forgive my mistakes. This story is about Tyene Sand, and a different version of her fate. It's a story with whipping, spitting, tickling and foot worship. Tickling and foot worship will come in the next chapters.


CHAPTER ONE

Cersei was so satisfied: Ellaria Sand, the woman who killed her daughter Myrcella, was finally in her hands.
And that was not all. The present by Euron Greyjoy was completed by the young Tyene Sand, Oberon and Ellaria’s daughter.

At first Cersei choose to kill Tyene with a poisoned kiss. Her lips were soaked in The long Farewell, the same poison that killed Myrcella. She wanted her mother to see her die and decompose before her eyes, chained for the rest of her life.
But then she had a second thought. Why be so fast? Wouldn't it have been better to make Tyene her slave? She would have had plenty of time to kill her at ease, but in the meantime Ellaria would have suffered longer thinking her daughter as Cersei slave.
So, once she gave the antidote to the young and beautiful Sand, Cersei had her dragged into her apartments, and tied on her stomach to the bed.
Tyene, as a proud Dorniaan warrior, had opposed all the resistance she could, and it took four guards to bind her. But by now it was like that, motionless and defenseless. Cersei approached her face, lifted it up, and spit straight on her forehead. Tyene reacted furiously and returned the spit to Cersei.
“Really a wrong move,” said the queen, “so wrong.” Cersei called her servants, and three beautiful girls came in. Elliya, the tallest, had blond hair with blue eyes, and a really cruel look. Talia was shorter, brown and with green eyes. She seemed to be very amused. Myra, the youngest, with black hair and eyes, looked the most shy of the three. “Girls,” Cersei said, wiping her face, “it's time to get to work. And if you do it right you will be rewarded.”

“To your orders, Your Majesty,” Eleya replied. “Well,” said the queen, “now I'm going to the restricted council meeting! Give this naughty brat the lesson she deserves. Cersei left the room and the three girls lifted the veil that covered the table in front of the bed. Underneath were several instruments of torture. Elliya took a whip, while Talia a paddle. Myra stood by and watched. Tyene was squirming as far as possible, on the bed. The two girls approached her and Ellaya lashed the first whip on Tyene's back. Her dress was torn apart immediately. Young Sand tried to hold back the screams. The second whip came more lashing than the first. Tyene's eyes began to tear. At the third, the screams were heard throughout the building. Elliya was very satisfied, and turning to Talia she said “please, now it's your turn.” Talia approached her victim, lifted her dress by stripping her butt, and began to spank her with the paddle. At every stroke Tyene gasps and moaned, with tears coming out copious of her eyes. The two girls alternated whip and paddle for almost 10 minutes.

Tyene shouted and squirmled but had no way out. At that point the two turned to Myra: "what are you waiting for? You have to torture her! Didn't you hear the queen?" Myra seemed to be in great trouble. She didn't really seems want to participate. “You know, I can't be too violent, I guess I wouldn't be effective” “Well,” Elliya said, “there are less bloody but equally effective tortures. Find one that's for you." “She spat in the queen's face, I would say you could start by covering her with spitting,” Talia reminded her
“I Don't Know,” Myra Replied.
“Remember the queen's orders? You won't want me to tell her you refused?"
So Myra approached Tyene, lifted her head, and started spitting in her face. The young Dorian woman was really covered with saliva, which dripped from her forehead to her nose and lips. Despite her trying and moving her head, the other two held her steady. Tyene would have liked to respond to the spit, but she feared that the lashes would start again, and at the time it was better to suffer without too many stories. When Myra had finished, taking advantage of the fact that the other two waitresses had moved a few meters away to confabular, she approached Tyene's ear and said "sorry, I wouldn't have wanted to. I am very sorry for your condition. If I could I would make you run away. But all I can do for now is torture you in the mildest and least traumatic way possible.” Tyene looked with a mixture of gratitude and hope. Maybe that girl was the way to escape the queen and save her mother from captivity. But at the time, the fact that she had limited herself to spitting on them, gave her hope, despite the fact that all that saliva that covered her face really disgusted her, a glimmer of hope had ignited in her.

Hope that shattered when Talia and Elliya said the spitting was too little. Myra had to make her suffer more. The young woman thought about it for a moment and then said: "when I whispered in her ear a little while ago she had a small gasp. Maybe she’s ticklish! I could try that!”
Elliya burst out laughing: “Really? Would you like to tell the queen that you ticked her? Do you think she will be happy about it? Wouldn't you also like to give her a little massage?”
But Talia interrupted her, pointing to Tyene who seemed to be trembling. “Wait, I think Myra is right. As soon as she heard the word tickle, our little slave started shaking. Of course 5 minutes of tickling is a game, but if you suffer so much, if you are very very ticklish, a long tickle can be torture in its own right. “Let's try,” Elliya said. So the three approached Tyene, ripped off her clothes and placed on her. Ellyia on the pelvis, ready to tickle her hips and belly. Talia on her arms, to point her armpits. Myra on her ankles, starting to loosen the ties of the sandals. Tyene was too proud to beg, but she breathed panting at the mere idea that the three sluts could tickle her. She was a warrior, used to pain. She could stand it. Maybe screaming, but put up with it. Tickling doesn't. Tickle could drive her crazy. When her sisters did it to her for a few seconds, she immediately gave up. Myra's idea of making her suffer less, wouldn't have worked.
Now she had three torturers on her. She was tied up, and that tickle would have been terrible.





CHAPTER TWO



Tyene's hopes of being able to resist the torture were instantly shattered. The first four hands had begun to move on her most sensitive points, never stopping. If Elliya's fingers jolted her on her hips, Talia's tickling in her armpits was breathtaking. Those ten fingers knew how to move with skilful slowness, and, at the right moment, with sudden acceleration, and this thing drove her crazy. With circular movements they drewed imaginary lines that they started from the outside and ended up in the center of her armpits. The desperate laughters, mixed with tears, still made her face more charming than ever, but she couldn't know that. And not that it mattered to her. The only thing she wanted was to be able to escape from that hell. In addition, Talia had, sadistically, slightly loosened the ties that held her arms still, but only to give her the illusion of being able to close her armpits by fleeing torture. But with each attempt the arms could only close in half, leaving the space for those damn fingers to creep into one of its weakest points. Meanwhile, her desperate laughter filled the room, countering the sadistic laughter of his tormentors. “Ahahahahahah that's enoohohohohohugh, pleaahahahhahse! Stooooooooop hahahahah! I can't take it anymoahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!"

Despite the screams and pleas, Tyene knew well that she had no chance. But she couldn't help but beg. “Please, please, ahahhahahahahahahahI beg you, so you kill meahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahah stoooooooop ahahahahahahahahahahahahahah.”
Talia stopped for a moment, just enough time to approach one of her ears and whisper to her in a sweet voice "quiet, we will be very careful not to kill you. The queen wants you to spend many, many years under torture for what your mother did to Princess Myrcella. And I have the impression that we have found a great system to make you suffer without risking killing you." That said, she resumed the methodical assault on her armpits. In fact, wanting to experiment with a new approach, she began to slide her fingers from inside Tyene's arms until she almost reached her armpits without ever touching them. She got to the limit and then went back up. Still at the limit and then it went back up. Then again and again, and at every step Tyene trembled like a leaf, knowing that sooner or later those fingers would return to torture her armpits. And when it was so, Tyene threw a cry that made the windows of the castle tremble. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaah please I’m dyahahahahahahahhing! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahah I can't stand it, I beg you stooooooohohohohohohohop"

At that moment Elliya, who was having a lot of fun stinging her on the hips, turned to Myra.

“Still there to pull off the sandals? But how long does it take? Don't you see that our little bastard here can't wait to try your fingers too?"

Tyene's eyes came out of the orbits. For the suffering she had completely forgotten that there was a third tormentor, pointing her feet. But she knew very well that that would be the coup de grace.

"Sorry Elliya, but she's already going crazy with suffering...don't you think it would be too much? We could also stop here, couldn't we?”

Then Talia stopped for a moment, "Are you hesitating? Maybeare you sorry for this little brat? It was you who proposed tickling torture, so now you will do it to her! Or do you want me to tell the Queen that you are so compassionate? I don't think she would like it very much."

Myra took a compassionate look at Tyene, and with her lips she whispered an imperceptible “I'm sorry.” At that moment the young Sand felt her footwear slip away from her little feet and a moment later the assault of ten fingers on her soles. “No, not the feet not the feet, please hahahahahahah everything but the feeeeeeheheheheheht pleeeeease! Whip me, spit on me, I will be your slaahahahahahahahahahahve forever but not the feeehehehehehheheheheheht t, stop stop stop it’s enough, stop, I beg you stoooooooooooooooooooop. Please please staaaaaahahahaahhahahap"

But her prayers remained unheeded, while the twenty fingers of before continued to torture her, now others flowed on all her feet. On the heels, on the soles, under the toes. Tyene desperately tried to bend her feet to defend them, but punctually Myra would stretch them out and tickle them. Tyene had never experienced such a tickle, and she didn't even think such suffering was possible.

Every muscle in her body was sore, tears ran over her cheeks, and laughter was unstoppable.

“Ahahahahah please stoooooohohohoohohop this torture ahahahahahahahah! Give me a moment's breath please, pleeeeeeeease ahahahahahah!”.

But the three seemed deaf to her supplications. Elliya looked happy and hummed as she continued to tickle her hips and belly. Talia was really scientific in hitting the armpits. Myra, despite the merciful air, didn't stop stretching her toes and tickling her deadly. Talia looked at her with satisfied eyes “then, Myra, are you managing to do your duty without too much guilt?”
Myra a looked and replied “maybe, if those little feet were firmer, it would be easier” and jokingly she tried to hold one with her teeth, while assaulting it with both hands. Ellya at that point stepped in: “came on, we could hold them still.” The two girls thus gave Tyene a moment of respite, but things were only about to get worse. Her feet were immobilized making it impossible for her to bend them. At that point Myra assaulted them both for almost 10 minutes, amidst the girl's agonizing screams.

After that time the other two thought well that a final assault on 6 hands of her feet was the icing on the cake. Another 15 minutes of tickling her feet and finally the three stopped. Tyene was a sweat bath, shaking, panting, and still laughing and crying without being able to stop.

Slowly her ties were loose and she tried to get up, but unable to stand up. So Myra decided to help her support herself, and accompany her to the cell while the other two escorted them at a slight distance. “Sorry Tyene, I'm really, really, sorry,” Myra whispered to her trying not to be heard from her companions,
“I thought the tickling would be far less painful than whipping, which would be more bearable for you.”

Tyene, with the little voice she had left, tried to respond by quivering but fainted. Myra laid her in the cell and the three girls left.

When Tyene opened her eyes she saw Myra sitting next to her trying to cool her forehead with a wet cloth. “Hold on, take a drop of water, it will make you feel better,” she told her, handing her a water bottle. Tyene drank and then looked at Myra with a shattered air. There was also some bread and cheese, next to her, and the young Sand dived on them to quench the hunger.
Then she looked at Myra again, but without opening her mouth.
So it was Myra talking: “listen, it won't be easy for you here, you have to strengthen yourself. I'm secretly in contact with some Martell friends, I know they want to try to save you, but it will take some time. In the meantime, you have to hold on, I'll try to help you."
At that moment Tyene burst into tears. There really was a chance of salvation from that hell. Maybe even revenge one day. But the fact that she was not abandoned lit a glimmer of hope in her.

“Thank you, thank you for everything,” she said staring at Myra. “But not about the idea of the tickling, I suppose,” Myra replied, hoping to snatch a smile from her.

“It was terrible,” Tyene said, “and when you started under my feet… I just can't stand that one. I have never suffered such a trauma. Please never at my feet again. Oh and you also bit them, doesn't it sucks?"

“Sucks? Oh no, and then it was just a small bite, I didn't lick them”, said Myra whit a smile.

Tyene's look was horrified “Sure! Why did you had to do it, lick the feet it’s a disgusting thing. I believe the worst humiliation that can happen to a person. When I was a child, if I was wrong in training, my sisters forced me to do it. I don't think there is anything more disgusting. Those sweaty, smelly feet to wipe with my tongue. If I still think about it today, I need to vomit. I hate feet, they are the most disgusting thing in the world. I really hate feet!"

“Now I have to go,” Myra interrupted her. “Try to rest, tomorrow will be another hard day for you. And I'll try to be as lenient as possible, I promise.”

Tyene saw Myra leave and almost sketched a smile. That friendly face, although unknown, had given her a little relief. Exhausted and with a thread of hope in her heart she fell asleep. But her night lasted little, too little. A bucket of freezing water woke her up after a few hours. “Let's not relax too much, little brat,” the soldier said to her, laughing and laying the bucket on the ground.

"Girls, if you like you can take her!"
Tyene opened her eyes.
The three torturers were in front of her once again.

 

[ticklish jim]

you cant stop there!!

 

[Tyrion2022]

you cant stop there!!

Of course not!

 

[Tyrion2022]

GOT: Cersei Captured Tyene Sand (Chapter III)​

This chapter is longer than the others.


It had now been a week since the torture was going on. Every day Tyene was the favorite pastime in the hands of the three girls. Tickling was undoubtedly their favorite game, they could drive her crazy for hours and hours, all together to go beyond any limit of endurance, or alternating to make it last as long as possible. It was perfect: not only did she suffer a lot, as Cersei had ordered, and she could hold on much longer than under the whip. But most importantly, seeing a proud “Sand Snake” agitate, begging, submissive to what, probably, had always considered little more than a childish game, was so funny that they just couldn't stop. Every now and then, however, the whip would come back. Although rarely, when she tried to protest in any way, two or three whiplashes on her belly put her back in her place.

And on the subject of humiliation, the other thing they loved was spitting her in face.Seeing the saliva draining on that, at the same time, beautiful, furious and desperate face, was priceless.

Talia, in particular, loved to center her mouth while Tyene opened it wide for laughters. And she didn't give her permission to swallow until her mouth was well filled with saliva. Tyene, however, needed to breathe between the tickling spasms, and so she could rarely resist without swallowing before she was allowed. As punishment, Talia collected as much saliva as possible on her tongue, and then licked her nose, flooding her nostrils. All without ever forgetting to join the tickle with her accomplices. Sweaty, with her face full of saliva, and tickled on every sensitive spot for hours and hours,

Tyene felt completely lost. Tears ran over her face constantly, when she was under torture for fear and suffering, and when she was alone, for the desperation and nostalgia of the times when she was the daughter, albeit a bastard, of Prince Oberyn Martel, a desert viper, feared and respected by everyone.

Now, she was the slave of Queen Cersei, actually worse, she was the toy of three little girls playing with her body without mercy, while her mother found herself locked up in some other cell in the dungeons of King's Landing, in chains, alone, anxious for her, not knowing how to help her.

Wondering if she knew what was happening to her daughter.
Who knows if she could ever imagine her daughter tortured with tickle, for hours and hours.
She wonder if she could have imagined how much suffering and how much humiliation she was suffering. Who knows if she knew that she would rather not drink that antidote and die, rather than pass her life as a slave, as a toy in the hands of unknown girls.

Every night, exhausted and desperate, she was put back in the cell, and every night, when everyone was in bed, Myra would join her to console her.
“Sorry for today too, Tyene. You know, I can't help but torture you. If I made a false move they would discover me, and I would end up like you if not worse. If Cersei found out that I'm plotting to make you run away, it would be the end for both of us”
. “I know, I get it, but at least you could do a little less?” Tyene replied
“What do you mean?”

“That even though you want to help me, you're really terrible while you tickle me! Of the three, you are the one that makes me suffer the most! Of course, you don't whip me like Eliya, that slut, and you don't spit on me like Talia. But as a tickler no one beats you!"
“Would you rather I spit you out every now and then?” Myra then asked.
“Oh my God no!” Tyene replied "when Talia fills me with her saliva I'm very sick, don't do it too! You must know that I have a very developed sense of smell and taste. I feel all that saliva in my mouth or nostrils three times more than you would. A stench I won't tell you!"
“A stench even? I didn't think it made you so disgusted."
“Really, as I was telling you I am very sensitive to bad smells and bad tastes. Remember when I told you that my sister Obara was punishing me with her feet? She knew very well that it was terrible for me, and that avoiding it I would always give my all in training.
In fact, I'll tell you that one thing I'm hating besides torture, is that that room stinks more every day. As if you three haven't washed in days. You too now, I have to say, you're not really fragrant. “Hey, try not to offend,” Myra replied with a smile, “or then I'll have to be really bad with tickling! Rather, tell me, since I would be so good, is there any point I should avoid to make you suffer a little less?" “Yes!” Tyene replied “my most sensitive points are the center of the armpits, the center of my soles and between my toes. If when you do you tried to do it around but not exactly on those points, you would give me a moment of relief.”
“I promise, but now I have to go. Bye Tyene, see you tomorrow.”

“Myra is my only hope,” young Sand thought as she swung down, exhausted , on the ground.
Like every night, her sleep was interrupted several times by the guards, who had the task of breaking in her even the hope of a little rest.

In the morning, as always Myra Eliya and Talia came to pick her up. Traumatized, tortured, tired, Tyene hardly walked anymore, dragged herself supported by her stings to the torture room. That day it was really in pieces, but the fact that she was able to clarify with Myra how to get some breathing, gave her almost a little extra strength.
As they tied her to the bed to begin with, for a moment she whispered the motto of Martel's house “Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.” Talia noticed it right away, and looked at her with a ruthless smile. You seem pretty broken to me, if I have to be honest. Tyene made a fierce face and spat on her. “Ooooh, what is it? A request for attention?” Talia said, wiping her face and responding with a spit straight on Tyene's nose. “I'll start right away, if that's what you want.” So, as she held Tyene's head still, she slowly lowered what seemed to the poor girl like a liter of saliva that little by little settled on her once proud and desired face. “Okay, girls,” Eliya intervened, “I would say that today we can start getting serious.”
Tyene opened her eyes wide: “really?” she said to herself "they won't think they've joked so far!”

At that point Eliya approached Tyene's ear and whispered “you're fucked, sandworm,” and in saying so, she began to lick her ear,
Tyene gasped, (she had forgotten how sensitive her ears were) and let out an incredible scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!!!!"

“Wooooow,” Eliya said then. “Hey, girls, come here a little bit, let's play this new game. Now Myra holds her head still, and the two of us lick her ears. I think this thing will really make her suffer a lot." Talia smiled with an evil grin, and as Myra stood behind Tyene's head to immobilize it with her hands, the other two began to lick her ears. On the one hand Eliya alternated sucked to the lobes in blows with her tongue inside her left ear, while on the other Talia rotated her tongue slowly around the hole and every circle moved half a millimeter more towards the cavity of the right ear. Meanwhile, Tyene screamed asking to stop, and tried to shrow her head with such force that they had to hold all three of them in order to continue. The tickling in the ears turned out to be much worse than both Tyene and the three could ever think. In addition, between one lick and another, Tyene continues to feel saliva, of which her ears were now full, running down her cheeks, which she hated to death.

At that moment, Tyene felt that she couldn't really take it anymore and in the laughter and tears she started shouting “pleaahahhahahse give me a respite please! I could diahahahhahahe at any moment pleaaahahahahahahse, pity, pity, just have a moment of mercy! Ahahahahah ahahhahahah ahahhaahhahahahahah!””

But the two tongues kept licking, while suddenly even her armpits were assaulted. Eliya and Talia had in fact brought a hand under each of her armpits. Tyene's scream was incredible “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”. The tickling stopped suddenly.
“I would say they heard this far beyond the narrow sea,” Eliya said laughing. All three laughed out loud, and then Talia looked at Tyene and said “Well, I would say we can start over, we still have a lot of hours to spend”

At that point Tyene began to pray in an anxious voice: “no no, please, I will do whatever you want, please give me a break, please”
“And what could we want, that we're not getting ourselves already?” Talia's asked.
“I don't know but please!”
“You didn't convince us, I'm sorry,” Eliya replied, and the torture resumed for another 20 minutes that seemed like an eternity to Tyene.
At that point there was another break.
Tyene knew she couldn't hold on without going crazy, and she tried to enjoy those 3 minutes that the teasing left her. “Let's start again?” Talia said then.
Tyene then looked at Myra with a look that really asked for mercy, and it was at that point that the youngest tormentor intervened. “Girls, at this point it really seems to be in pieces. I know we don't allowed to have mercy but, I don't know, we could alternate something else. She said she would do anything, let's ask her something that could amuse us. By the way, it will also serve us to get some rest before we start torturing her again, what do you think?"

Tyene immediately fit into the speech “yes yes please, anything but no more tickling!”.
“Anything? “Talia asked.
“Anything,” Tyene replied with the little breath she had left.
“Well, I have an idea! You've seen how much she hates my saliva on her face!
I would say that now she has to ask us, indeed begged us, to cover her with saliva.”
Tyene swallowed desperately, but it was still better than that tickling. “I will, I will I will.”
“Well, so I'll start. Come on, beg to me!”
“Please Talia, spit on me.”
“No no no, you have to convince me. I feel more like licking your ear for another hour, convince me not to.”
Tyene looked up and, really feeling in pieces.

“I beg you, please, I beg you, Talia. Fill my face, my mouth, my nose with your wonderful saliva. Spit me, lick me, submerge me. I love your saliva, I love your spits, please make me one with your saliva.”
Talia and Eliya burst out laughing. “Yes, convincing, but you have to thank me with every spit,” Talia said, starting to spit on her face.

“Thank you Talia”

Then a lick to the nose

“Thank you Talia”

Spit in her mouth

“Thank you Talia”

“Girls, I would say you can join”

So Eliya and Myra also began to fill her with spit
“Thank you Talia, thank you Myra, thank you Eliya” she kept repeating as she felt she had to vomit at any moment,
All that saliva, all that spit was crazy suffering. But never like that tickling that was destroying her.
“Now it's my turn,” Eliya said. I want you to beg me to mmm slap you in the face! Ahahahaahahahah”

Tyene, resigned, looked at her “please slap me in my face!”
Eliya had very large hands and powerful arms. She was used to riding, fighting, training, and every slap of her made Tyene's head tremble like an earthquake.
“I don't hear the thanks”

SLAP

“Thank you Eliya”

SLAP

“Thank you Eliya”

SLAP

“Thank you Eliya”

And go on like this for 10 minutes and almost 100 slaps. “And now ask me to spank you,” Eliya said, laughing loudly.
“Please spank me…”
“Well if you insist!”
The poor thing was untied turned on the bed with her butt exposed to the air and Eliya began with spanking. After a few minutes the other two girls also started spanking her.

SLAP
“Ouch thank you Eliya”

SLAP

“Ouch thank you Myra”

SLAP

“Ouch thank you Talia.”

Once again Tyene was untied and then tied back with her face up.
“It's up to you Myra, what do you want this little ***** to do for you?” Talia asked.
“Mmm...I don't know, I'd say we could even let her rest a little”
“Come on, Myra I would say this drama of yours can be enough, you had fun, now tell her what you have to tell her”
Myra burst out laughing “ahahahahahah come on Talia, it was too funny”
Then she looked at an amazed and frightened Tyene

“What I want, my little *****, is that you....worship my feet!”

“WHAAAAAT???” Tyene yelled.

“Yeah, stupid little girl, apparently you easily trust strangers! And since the thing you hate the most in the world is feet, you must know that from the first night, when you confessed it to me, we stopped of washing our feet and we wore boots for over a week, without even taking them off at night. Our feet have been swimming in sweat for days. I dare not imagine how much they can smell. But that's not a problem, because your tongue will clean them all for good.

Tyene couldn't believe her ears. But she couldn't even believe she was so stupid. Trust a little girl who spent time torturing her. Believing that someone would come to save her. Delude yourself that you have even a little hope.
Myra's gaze then, had completely transformed. While it used to seem compassionate and almost supportive, now it was fierce and satisfied. She had crept into her fears and weaknesses, made fun of her, sowed hope in her heart, had all her weakest points revealed, and now she was using it all against her.

Myra was undoubtedly the worst of the three. And she had fallen for it like a fool. At any other time in her life Tyene would have been furious at such a betrayal.
But at that moment she felt just a lonely girl in the hands of three of her very bad peers, with no hope of saving herself. It would be her life forever.
But one thing was certain. Those feet… shecouldn’t have endured them. Not only for the disgust she would have felt, but also for the ultimate humiliation.

“Courage Tyene,” Myra said, placing an index finger on the tip of her nose, “beg me to lick my feet”
“Never!” Tyene shouted at that point “you can do whatever you want to me, I will never touch your disgusting feet, bitch,” and attempted to bite Myra's finger, who managed to pull it off just in time.
“You will,” Myra said with hatred, “you will…”

So Talia and Eliya took the tickle from where they had stopped it, ears and armpits, while this time it was Myra who spit on her face, with a contempt that never seemed to be able to fill that angelic face.
After another half hour of torture Tyene really seemed not to be able to take it anymore, but she was willing to die rather than deal with Myra's feet. But, unfortunately for her, she had forgotten something.

“Okay, girls, now I would say that we can move on to the coup d'a grace. As she confessed to me herself, you have to take care of the center of her soles and the space between her toes. I will hit the center of the armpits. And remember, move your hands as I taught you last night. She told me that's the ways he suffers the most,” Myra said.
So, while Talia assaulted the center of the soles of Tyene’s feet, Eliya enjoyed tickling her between her toes, and Myra mercilessly tickles the center of her armpits.

"Aaaaah ahahahahhahahahahahahaha stoooooooop ahahahahahah I’ll die, it’s enough, it’s enoahahahahhahaugh, you biiiihihihihtches, you *****sahahahahahah, dirty bahahahahahaahahstards, enough, mercy ahahahahahahahahahahahhah meeeeercyyyyyy, how much do you think you pay attention to ahead? Ahahahahahah Myra ugly slut, if I ever get out of here alive I'll skim you ahahahahahah it’s too muuuuuch ahahahah toooo muuuuch toooo muuuuuuuuuuuuuuch!”
“Sure, sure,” Myra said, “we'll think about that later. Now sorry, but we have another 4 hours to spend together, and I can't waste them talking. I have to focus on tickling!”

10 minutes

20 minutes

30 minutes

40 minutes

It was at that point that Tyene fainted.
“Poor puppy, Myra said,” but then she slapped her to wake her up.
When Tyene opened her eyes, she burst into tears.
But Myra didn't let herself be moved and said, “come on, let's start again, I want to break her before the evening”
And the tickling resumed. Her armpits were on fire for been tickled too much, and her feet, oh her feet were torn by the 10 fingers each, and she would have preferred them to be amputated.
After about another hour like this, Tyene realized that she couldn't take it anymore. “Ahahahah, okay, meeeeercy, okaahahahahhahahahy, I’ll do it.”
“What do you do?” Myra asked mischievously.
“Ahahahaahahah I'll worship your feet!, Right I will, but now that's enoahahahahahahhahugh, please staaaaaahahahahahahp, staaaahahahahp it’s enough!”

The girls had no hint of stopping, and Myra seemed to enjoy insisting. “No no no, it doesn't work like that, do you have to beg for, remember”
“Ahahahah yes I remember, pleaahahahahahse Myra may I adore your wonderful little feet ahahahah, please ahahahah I love them, pleaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahse.I I BEEEEEG YOUU AHAHAHAHAHHAH!”
"Mmm...now that you've made us struggle, though, in my opinion Talia and Eliya deserve your attentions too. Come on, beg to her”

“Please ahahahahah ahahahah Talia, Eliya, can I worship your wonderful feahahahahahahet?

Myra was really amused.

“You have to add stinky”

“Stinky”

“And sweaty”

“Sweaty”

Now you have to say “girls, I am the slave of your stinky and sweaty feet, and my life will be dedicated to them”.
Between the spasms and laughter, Tyene finally felt broken and repeated,
“Ahahahah please girls, I am the slave of your stinky and sweaaaahahahahty feet, ahahahah and my life will be dedicated to them ahahah but stop pleeeeeeease ahahahahahahhha ahahahahahhahaha ahahahahahahahahahh ahahahahahahahahha pleaaaaahahahahahahse!”.”
Myra looked at her and said “you should ask us without laughing, because you don't seem convinced...but that's fine, this time it's fine.”
The three girls stopped,
Myra looks at Eliya and said "you start, I prefer to give the best, or rather the worst, at the end.” Eliya took off her boots, and the bare feet that came out of it were shiny with sweat.

The stench that came out of boots was the most disgusting thing Tyene had ever smelled.
When she saw Eliya foot approaching her face, Tyene had an escape instinct with her head, but immediately Eliya slapped her with the other foot.
Tyene closed her eyes and those sweaty, terribly smelly feet landed on her face. “It's time to smell, you little bitch,” Eliya said.
“And soon it will be time to kiss and lick,” Myra added laughing.
“You're really the meanest of all three,” Talia laughed.

Meanwhile, Tyene was suffering and crying, but that was just the beginning of her new life in hell. Six bratty feet where there, sweaty, stinky, ready to be worshiped.

And she really hated feet.

 

[Tyrion2022]

GOT: Cersei Captured Tyene Sand (Chapter IV)​

Foot worship time


Elya's feet really smelled unbearable. But the worst thing of all was that they were damp, wet as if they had just come out of the sea. But it wasn't water that dripped down Tyene's face. It was a hot and disgusting sweat, which from the girl's feet ended up spread on the face of the poor victim. Tyene sniffed, with tears in her eyes. She had never been so humiliated in her entire life. And she had never had anything to do with something so disgusting. Not even the last servant of Sunspear could have ever stinked so much. And damn footphobia certainly wasn't helping her.





Meanwhile, the girls were laughing as if they were watching a comedy show. "Look at her, we haven't even started yet and she's already going crazy! I cannot imagine how she will be reduced in a few hours," said Elya. Talia and Myra looked at each other amusing and applauding!





Tyene opened her eyes wide in horror. “Few hours? These three are crazy! But how can they think that I can last for hours? I already feel like throwing up" she thought.





"Please, it’s enough, please!” She tried to implore.





"Enough? Oh no, slut! You're about to live your personal nightmare!” Myra said with a cruel smile.





“Talk less and smell more! I want to hear the sound of your smells! Or if you prefer, we can call three other girls and compete to lick your ears!” Elya shouted.


“Ooooh yes! What a wonderful idea! "Said Myra


"Let's organize the Westeros Sand ears licking tournament!" Talia said.


“Tour-na-ment tour-na-ment” The girls in chorus screamed laughing.


"What do you prefer? Will you be the good slave of my feet or do we inaugurate the tournament?” Elya asked.





Tyene didn't say anything, but began to sniff louder. "Good little slave" said Elya, pleased.


Tyene continued to smell her feet for about 15 minutes, which seemed like an eternity to her. Between tears and sweat, her face seemed to have stayed for hours in the rain. Her stomach trembled from the disgusting smell, but the worst thing was how she felt.


She had trusted Myra by confessing her greatest weakness, and now she was paying the price of that mistake.





Never, never in her life would she should imagined going through something like that. And, what was worse, she knew well that that was only the first step of a day that would be hellish. But the idea of suffering more tickling, of seeing other girls ready arrive and torture her, pushed her to bend down and accept her terrible fate. Would her, the proud daughter of Oberyn Martel, have spent her days under the disgusting feet of those three *****s?


Was it really like this that it had to end?





Would they have definitively broken her pride? Her confidence? She, who pretended being the most beautiful woman in the world, was now just a slave. Worse than a slave: she was a toy.


A toy in the hands of three sadistics.





To be precise, at the moment, a toy under the feet of three sadistics. Or the first of them.


While she was thinking that, choked by the stench of those sweaty feet, she heard the words she never wanted to hear, but that she knew would come: "well, don't you think it's time to use that little brat mouth? Start kissing my feet”





With tears in her eyes and a resigned look, Tyene put her lips on the sole of Elya's left foot. The first kiss could certainly be the worst. But no, every kiss, one after the other, to the sole, to the heel, to the fingers... every kiss was more disgusting, more difficult, more humiliating. But what could she do? Tied up, tortured for days. More tickling could have driven her crazy. Or even die, since every time she felt her breath go away.


Unfortunately, however, now the breath was there. With every kiss, every time her small and thin lips touched that sweaty and smelly skin, even her nostrils were invaded by that crap. After about 20 minutes of unspeakable suffering, Elya changed foot.





"Sniffing, kissing, without making a fuss" she said satisfied. And the ordeal resumed. That foot still not touched by her lips was worse than the first. Tyene couldn't have explained why, but it seemed to her that it smelled more, it was more sweaty, humid, hot, and despicable!





The kisses continued for an indefinite time until Elya caught her nose between the toes, moved them so as to rub it well, then lifted the foot up and said: "take your tongue out ".


At that point Tyene finally burst into tears.





"No, please, I beg you, I beg youuuuu! Don't do this to me. Myra please don't make her do it. If there is a shred of humanity in you, please, have mercy. All of you, pity.”


The girls didn't answer.


Elya stared into her eyes and sylled: "TONGUE- OUT- NOW!"





Tyene closed her eyes and took out her tongue.


"No no," said Myra, "keep those little eyes open. You have to see well what you're licking".


Tyene gave the first lick.


When she brought her tongue back into her mouth, she felt herself dying.


The taste was much worse than the smell. 100 times worse, she was thinking.


It was sour and salty, it resembled an old cheese mixed with vinegar. It took her almost a minute to stick out his tongue for the second lick. And when he brought it back to her mouth, she felt that immense suffering again.





How much she hated their feet! How much she hated that shape, those smells, that humiliation they had always represented to her


And how much she hated the feet of those three bitches.


And at the mere thought that what she was licking was just the first of six fucking feet that would touch her in fate, Tyene regretted that Cersei had not killed her that night, when she poisoned her with "the long farewell", only to think again to hand her over to the worst torture she could imagine.





Her tongue continued for an unimaginable time to lick, lick and lick again, first one foot and then the other, then again one and then again the other. Tyene hoped that all that saliva could fade the smell and the disgusting taste of those feet, but it wasn't like that.


Her suffering was growing more and more. And seeing the satisfaction in the eyes of Talya, Myra and Elya, added anger and frustration to her already horrible torture.





"I think I'm satisfied now," Elya said looking at her accomplices. Who is it?


Our foot-licker little friend can't wait to try a new experience, isn't she?”





"Well, I think it's my turn now," Talya said.


"Please, give me a little respite," Tyene begged.


"No respite for you, you little blunt brat of the feet. Get ready, because the ones you just tasted were the least lousy feet you'll try today.


Talya began to pull off her boots.


Tyene began to tremble.


The day was still long.


And there were still feet to worship.


And she hated feet.


She really hated feet.