Service Your Queen (Game Of Thrones)
“Looks like you are awake now… Good… We can get started,” Cersei purred as Arya slowly lifted her head, her vision a little groggy. She tried to speak, but her jaw was forced open by a gag in the shape of a ball, saliva beginning to dribble down her chin as she tried to swallow it. Looking up, she could see two figures standing over her. Her sister, who was quietly fidgeting with her fingers dressed in a simple silk nightdress, and the Queen, who stood with a goblet of wine wearing nothing at all, her plump breasts bouncing free and her neatly trained quim slipping between her shapely thighs. She tugged on a chain and Arya felt her body get pulled forwards, her neck aching as the leather collar sharply dug into her skin, “Arya, your sister has something she would like to say.” “You… you should do as she says… Then she’ll… she’ll… Queen Cersei, will let father free,” Sansa pleaded, Arya lifting her head surprised...