"P-Please, ah, Ellaria, I-mmph! T-There's nothing, please cease this mad-mmph! P-Princess, surely, h-hah, y-your father did not intend for-mmph!"
The Princess of Dorne, Arianne Martell, can do nothing more than twitch in her chair as she splays herself open for Nymeria's sputtering head to be ground down into her wet cunt, again and again. The second eldest of Oberyn's bastards is trying to make her case, trying to beg them to cease and desist from their actions… but Ellaria Sand refuses to let her, the older whore treating Nymeria like nothing but a fresh cunt to be trained.
… When Arianne had accompanied Podrick and Ellaria to the Spear Tower, she had done so out of sheer curiosity and a driven depraved heart. Especially given Ellaria's offer of a special service to be provided by Podrick's newest whores. However, never in her wildest dreams had Arianne imagined participating in their breaking as well.
Not that she'd had to do much, so far. When they'd entered the Sand Snakes' room, everything had happened so extremely fast. Ellaria had shoved a mouthful of some aphrodisiac down poor Tyene's throat through a tongue-filled, soul-searing kiss that left the pretty pale blonde completely insensate and utterly vulnerable to the advances of Ellaria's Master.
Meanwhile, the giant whore, Brienne of Tarth, had immediately moved on Obara and proceeded to utterly dismantle and demolish the most physically capable of the three sisters, taking the Sand Snake with the greatest martial prowess and driving her down onto the double-sided dildo sticking straight up out of Brienne's clenching cunt.
Finally, there was Nymeria. As soon as Ellaria had finished dosing Tyene, she'd moved on, leaving the beautiful blue-eyed poisons mistress to Podrick Payne's… tutelage. Ellaria had proceeded to Nymeria, where she'd taken the already surprised girl down and stripped her bare before Nymeria truly had a chance to register the danger and react to it.
Now, Nymeria was on her hands and knees, locked down with shackles and manacles around her wrists and ankles that severely limited her movement. She was also utterly naked, leaving her wholly defenseless, not a single one of her knives in sight. Left there before Arianne's chair… well, it meant that Nymeria's face was level with the Princess' crotch.
She'd hesitated when Ellaria had first called her over and bade her to sit. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying her cousins' plight as much as she was. But she couldn't help herself… there was something wrong with Arianne Martell, and she was well aware of that fact. She'd watched Tyene, her favorite cousin and one of her most treasured companions, being used and abused by Podrick Payne, treated to his treasure of a cock just as Arianne herself had been.
It was… the hottest thing that Arianne had ever witnessed. It was still pretty hot, still going on, but she was admittedly a little distracted right now, now that she'd given in to Ellaria's coaxing. Listening to Tyene's screams of terror and horror, mixed with reluctant pleasure and ecstasy provided by the aphrodisiac shouldn't be as enticing as it is. The sounds have no right to be arousing in nature, especially given who they're coming from… and yet, they were amazing.
With Tyene's melodic voice turned hoarse and wretched in the background, Arianne had sat where Ellaria bade her to sat, and even as Nymeria begged them both to stop, begged them to end their madness, the older woman, Uncle Oberyn's former paramour… was all too happy to shove her uncle's second eldest daughter's face into Arianne's cunt again and again.
It wasn't even like Nymeria was doing much licking. It was more a grinding sensation, as Ellaria rubbed her nose and mouse in Arianne's pussy juices and scent, making the Princess of Dorne grow wetter and wetter beneath the onslaught of sensations, combined with the sight of Nymeria's sisters both being put in their place in one way or another.
With one hand in Nymeria's hair, driving her forward into Arianne's cunt as the Princess just… receives the pleasure, doing nothing else, Ellaria Sand is not idle with her other hand. The source of many of Nymeria's cries, Ellaria continues to fist the younger woman, despite being the closest thing that she ever had to a mother.
She thrusts her entire hand in and out of Nymeria's squelching, gripping, slurping cunt, causing the Sand Snake no end of mental anguish from the way Nymeria is crying out, constantly begging for mother-figure to stop, to cease, to release her. But that's not going to happen, is it? No, because Ellaria Sand belongs to Podrick Payne now. And soon, so will the Sand Snakes as well, these three sisters turned from strong, independent women into little more than horny, Dornish whores.
The thought shouldn't excite her, Arianne knows it should disgust her, these are girls she's grown up with, that she's come to love and adore and cherish. So then why is standing aside and letting their defilement and 'training' occur so easy for her? Why is sitting here and watching everything happen so damn enticing? She's broken inside, she's a depraved, perverse woman… and she wants to see her friends, some of her closest confidants… fall.
It's the most delicious thing that the Princess has every witnessed. It's a tragedy in the making. Their father dead, killed by their own hubris. His paramour, the woman they'd come to love as a mother, turned to a whore by one man's cock… and now the three of them, helpless and blindsided, slowly transforming into more scarlet women for that man to use as he likes.
There is shame, welling up in her breast. But it pales in comparison to the ardor bubbling up from her core at the view of the Sand Sisters being turned into little more than whores. It-
"Princess~"
Ellaria's voice suddenly sounds out, cutting through her inner turmoil, and Arianna starts as she realizes that the bastard prostitute is smiling at her and holding out the base of Nymeria's long, beautiful black braid.
"As much as it pleases me to please you, Princess… could you take over for me. I have another… cavity to check."
Arianne's mouth opens as she flushes, but before she can even respond, Ellaria has let go of Nymeria's braid, allowing Oberyn's daughter to pull back from Arianne's gushing wet cunt, sputtering and whimpering.
"E-Ellaria, I, a-ah, already told you, I have no, mm, w-weapons on me! Please, they t-took my k-knives when they locked, oooh, u-us away up here!"
Chuckling darkly, Ellaria Sand gives Arianne a wink over Nymeria's head as she brings her now free hand down to the younger Dornish woman's ass. With one hand already up Nymeria's cunt, fisting the girl because supposedly Nymeria might be hiding a weapon that could endanger Podrick's life up her cunt, it was perfectly obvious what Ellaria intended to do with her second hand.
As she begins to cut past Nymeria's toned, firm caramel butt cheeks and starts to push her fingers against the younger woman's asshole, Nymeria stiffens, her eyes wide as she trembles in her chains. Her gaze meets Arianne's, and it's immediately obvious that the Sand Snake has given up on convincing her father's paramour to cease as she opens her mouth to beseech Arianne again instead.
"P-Princess, f-fuck, I b-beg of you, oh by the Seven, p-put an end to this! Please, oooh, s-stop them, s-stop this, sto-mmph!"
The only thing that the Dornish Princess stops in the end is Nymeria's begging, as she finally lunges forward and grabs hold of the other young woman's long black braid, gripping it tightly and shoving her long-time companion and confidant back down into her cunt. The second eldest Sand Snake's eyes go wide at this betrayal stacked on top of betrayal, squirming even as Arianne's forces her mouth down onto her cunt.
This is another step; Arianne is well aware of that. And she's hesitant, even now. She's slow to go further then just a bit of grinding, biting her lower lip as she descends another rung down the ladder into depravity, into hell. She can't believe she's doing this… but oh does it feel good to help defile her friend. Nymeria's look of betrayal and anguish hurts, but it's even more arousing than painful, more pleasurable than agonizing.
The Princess has never been more turned on in her entire life as she not only witnesses the breaking and reshaping of her cousins into whores, but also assists in that defilement and debasement. A low, throaty moan ripples out of Arianne as she tilts her head back, ignoring Nymeria's pointed staring and grinding the unwilling young woman further down into her twat.
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Ellaria just smiles as she watches the Dornish Princess lose herself bit by bit right before her eyes. It just goes to show that her Master is wise and keen-minded. There were a multitude of different ways of handling women, just as there were a multitude of different sorts of women. One did not handle a Dornish Princess the same way he handled Dornish Bastards.
Did Arianne even realize she was being trained right alongside her cousins? Probably not. It mattered little, in the end, because Ellaria was not tasked with training her. She would leave such long term plans to her Master, for hers was not to question or judge, but to obey and follow, and do as her Master bade. Which was why, even as Nymeria begged for her to stop, even as she continued to claim she had no weapons hidden away on her person… Ellaria continued to 'search' all the same.
With her hand in Nymeria's cunt and three fingers up the girl's ass at this point, Ellaria takes a moment to look away from Arianne, and instead observe Nymeria and all she was now, before she lost it all and became what she would become.
Nymeria Sand, nicknamed Lady Nym by some. The bastard daughter of Ellaria's former lover Oberyn Martell, and a noblewoman from Volantis. Ellaria didn't know anything more about Nymeria's mother, but then, she suspected that the beautiful young woman didn't either. Oberyn wasn't the type to refrain from kissing and telling, but in all fairness he'd had so many lovers over the years that it was a bit much to ask the Red Viper to remember each and every conquest with anything more than passing familiarity.
Even the women who'd given birth to his children, save for Ellaria herself of course, were little more than passing memories in the late Dornish Prince's mind, most of the time. Regardless, Nymeria was… Nymeria was a force unto herself, in no need of a blood mother to make herself stand out. In her mid-twenties, the second eldest Sand Snake was absolutely beautiful.
She was slender and slim, with long black hair done up in a braid that floats down her back… most of the time. When she's not stripped naked, shackled to the floor, and being forced to eat out the twat of her noble cousin while Ellaria fists her cunt and fingers her ass, maybe. On top of that, Nymeria had dark eyes, said to be large and lustrous. She also had full lips that Ellaria knew for a fact she used products from Essos to keep that shade of ruby red. Though the silken smile that sent the hearts of both men and women alike aflutter all over Sunspear and even Dorne beyond was completely her.
Complete with high cheekbones and olive skin, it was no wonder that her nickname was Lady Nym, despite being one of Oberyn's bastards. Where Obara was a beast of a woman, and Tyene was akin to that of a septa, Nymeria was closest in looks and demeanor to an actual noblewoman, for all that she was not.
She was said to have all the beauty that Obara lacked… but that didn't make her any less deadly. Although the height of elegance and grace, 'Lady Nym' was said to be quite vengeful, and Ellaria knew it to be true from personal experience. Tyene was a poisoner, Obara was a warrior… but Nymeria was the one that the older woman was most worried about, because Nymeria was the assassin.
The girl usually dressed in the heights of fashion, be it the fashion of Westeros or Essos. Only the most beautiful dresses, only the prettiest accessories of gold and jewels. And under all of that, under that façade of a prim and proper lady… Nymeria usually managed to find a way to conceal nearly a dozen daggers on her person.
The young woman was exceedingly good with her hidden blades, which was half the reason that Ellaria was giving her this… 'pat down' so to speak. There was no way that Ellaria was going to let Nymeria anywhere near her Master without making sure that the girl was thoroughly disarmed. And truth be told, Nymeria's claims that Doran and his guards had stripped them of all weapons before locking them in the Tower held little water in Ellaria's eyes.
Doran might think that he knew these girls, that he had their measure, but Ellaria suspected differently. She suspected the Prince of Dorne had no idea what the Sand Snakes were truly capable of. Just as she suspected that without meeting Podrick, she would have returned to Dorne seeking them out to help her in securing her revenge.
If not for her Master's bitch-taming cock, Ellaria Sand and Oberyn's eldest daughters would likely have thrown the entire realm further into war than it already was, causing undue bloodshed and heartbreak that wasn't needed. The cycle of vengeance would have continued, but luckily her Master had been in position to break the cycle by breaking the women who would have perpetuated it.
That was part of the reason that Ellaria had shackled Nymeria to the floor after stripping her naked. It was part of the reason why she was fisting the girl's cunt up to the elbow even now, while at the same time forcing not three, but four and then five fingers into Nymeria's ass. As 'Lady Nym' squeals into Princess Arianne's twat from the double-fisting that she's now being forced to endure, Ellaria is NOT gentle or lazy in her search efforts.
Her fingers quest inside of both Nymeria's cunt and her bowels, searching for any hidden pointy bits that the girl might have squirreled away in there. Even if Nymeria protested with all her heart that she had nothing on her person that could be used as a weapon, Ellaria wouldn't believe it until she'd checked herself. When it came to her Master's safety, nothing was more critical.
… But by this point, Ellaria could admit that she was pretty much done with searching the younger woman's orifices. A slow, wicked grin spreads across her face as she continues to fist Nymeria's ass and cunt anyways, drawing all sorts of muffled and stifled noises of recrimination and anguish from the occupied shackled young woman, even as the Princess continues to force Nymeria's face into her muff.
Because the other part of the reason that Ellaria is doing this is to prepare the second eldest Sand Snake for Podrick's coming. Truth be told, Nymeria has no idea what she's in for. Oh, Ellaria is sure that Tyene's anguished cries, followed by reluctant ecstatic moans tell something of a tale, but even that doesn't give the full story. Podrick Payne's prick is like something straight out of legend. His bitch-breaking cock is massive, and put succinctly, Nymeria just isn't prepared for it.
Neither was Tyene, by the sound of things, but Ellaria had the girl's elder sister to attend to, so all she could do for Tyene was the mouthful of drugs that she'd dosed the little poisons mistress with before moving onto Nymeria. From the sound of things, the aphrodisiacs had helped a little at least, but in the end Tyene was still sounding more and more broken on their Master's cock by the second, something that ultimately pleased Ellaria to no end.
Nymeria, meanwhile, was getting fisted in both holes to the point of being gaping by this point… and put bluntly, gaping was exactly what the young woman should want to be, for what she was about to have to endure. Truly, Ellaria was being generous and merciful, after a fashion. She was helping Nymeria, even if the poor dear didn't understand that. Oh, but she would… yes, she would.
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She could scarcely believe this was happening to her… t-to them. As her face is forced forward into her cousin's cunt, Nymeria stares up at the Princess' face, betrayed… but Arianne is too busy wallowing in her own pleasure to give a damn. Meanwhile, behind her, her late father's paramour had turned traitor, had become treacherous, had deigned to serve a man who's family served the Lannisters, the very House that had caused them so much woe.
Ellaria's betrayal of her father honestly hurt more than the woman's questing, probing digits and hands buried inside of her. This wasn't Nymeria's first rodeo when it came to debauchery and depravity of the female-on-female kind, after all… though it was the first time that it was being forced upon her, and for that, the dual-fisting that the older Dornish bastard was delivering to Nymeria's ass and twat was certainly humiliating and degrading.
Why? Why was this happening to them? Nymeria didn't understand, she couldn't even begin to understand.
"You know the Fowler words? Let Me Soar! That is all I ask of you. Let me soar, Uncle!"
Those had been some of the last words she'd spoken to the Prince of Dorne before he'd had her, and her sisters arrested and locked away in the Spear Tower. Perhaps they had been a mistake. Or perhaps what she'd said afterwards had been the true mistake, when she'd been honest with her uncle, when she'd told Doran that Obara would gladly make Oldtown into their father's funeral pyre, but all she wanted was Tywin, his golden twins, and the young king Tommen dead by her hand.
She'd thought by couching it as a compromise it might be better received. Now, the so-called 'Lady Nym' was being forced to reconcile with her words and wonder if they had been what led to this gross and heinous humiliation being delivered to her and her sisters by the Lannisters' man and his whores. Surely Doran couldn't possibly be aware that this was happening? Surely the chair-bound Prince of Dorne could not be party to the defilement and degradation of his brother's daughters, even if they were all bastards?
And yet, Nymeria couldn't be sure. Because right here in front of her, facing her mouth onto her twat even now, was Arianne Martell, Princess of Dorne. The young woman hadn't initially played a part in their takedown. She'd entered last, coming in just behind the Lannister man as Ellaria and the giant whore who'd snatched up Obara had rushed forward and put an end to any attempt to fight before it could even begin.
When Ellaria had beckoned her over, Arianne had seemed uncertain, unsure of herself. There was a strange fire in her eyes though, even as she'd bite her lower lip, gaze flicking between the three Sand Sisters, between her cousins, even as their defilement had just been getting underway. Nymeria had thought that strange look in Arianne's eyes was indecision, and had tried to beg the other girl, in between being driven into her twat by Ellaria's hand, to put an end to this torment and cease this madness.
But her words had failed to get through to Arianne, just as they'd failed to get through to Ellaria. No matter how she verbally debased herself, no matter how she begged and pleaded, nothing Nymeria said seemed to turn Arianne to their side, even though she should have been on their side from the beginning.
It's taken time, but Nymeria realizes the truth now. She understands that strange fire in Arianne's eyes better now. The Dornish Princess loves them still, she truly does… and yet, that love is twisted, has been corrupted. It's because Arianne loves them that the broken young woman is so very much enjoying watching their long, hard fall.
A muffled whimper leaves Nymeria's lips at that realization, the pale young assassin realizing just how screwed they really are. Arianne is having the time of her life, and just like Ellaria, Nymeria is watching the Princess come further undone, bit by bit, piece by piece. She's losing herself, and Nymeria can't even make further appeals to Arianne's vanishing good nature, because the other young woman is too busy driving Nymeria's face forward into her twat, making her eat her royal cousin out quite aggressively as she remains on her hands and knees, shackled to the ground.
As caught up in all of this as Nymeria is, as torn between Ellaria's debauched actions and Arianne's fraying mental state as her attention is… the second eldest Sand Snake can be forgiven for losing track of everything else that's happening around her. As a result, she's wholly unprepared for when the Lannister man finishes up with Tyene and drags the limp and insensate blonde by her hair over to where Nymeria's humiliation is taking place.
She jerks and flinches in shock as he drops her half-sister beside her, the beautiful blue-eyed blonde girl unconscious and splayed within her periphery. Nymeria looks down at what's been done to Tyene and shudders in a mixture of fear and rage. Her hands claw at the ground beneath her, but before she can even begin to try and do or say anything, even in her helpless state, Ellaria quite abruptly pops her hands out of Nymeria's holes.
The sudden departure of Ellaria's questing fingers from her back door and twat cause Nymeria to let out a muffled shriek into Arianne's dripping wet pussy as her toes curl and her body bucks from the sudden involuntary orgasm. This, of course, causes Arianne to squeal and moan and cum all over Nymeria's face from the sudden stimulation, which in turn makes the Dornish Princess loosen her grip on the young woman's braid briefly.
By the time Nymeria has recovered, a shudder going down her spine, she can feel Ellaria resting her face against one of Nymeria's sweaty butt cheeks, giggling perversely.
"Here she is, Master. I've prepared her for you~ Go on. Claim her as you claimed her sister! Train her to be a true and proper whore for you, Master!"
With Arianne's grip on her braid weakened while the Princess is still recovering, Nymeria is able to protest this, looking back over her shoulder as she growls angrily. Her eyes widen at the sight of the Lannister man's cock, it's by far the biggest she's ever seen, but Nymeria doesn't let that distract her, focusing instead on what he's done to Tyene as she sneers at him.
"Don't you dare, you Lannister DOG! You'll pay for this, don't touch me, don't you- AIIIEEEMMPH!"
Despite her attempted protests, despite her rising anger, Nymeria is abruptly cut off by the Lannister man thrusting forward into her waiting, gaping, reluctantly wet twat. His cock is even bigger than Ellaria's hand and forearm, Nymeria realizes quickly, much to her shock and dismay. Despite the abuse that her cunt has already suffered at the hands of the woman she considered the closest thing to a mother that she was ever going to get… she's being stretched even wider still to accommodate this beast of a man's massive member.
At the same time, his hand covers Arianne's for a moment and forces Nymeria back down into the Dornish Princess' cunt in the middle of her high-pitched and utterly pathetic scream. Coming back to herself, Arianne's grip regains its strength and Nymeria's outburst is not followed up by another as she's forced deeper and deeper still into her childhood playmate's noble twat.
Meanwhile, Ellaria squeals slavishly in delight as the Lannister man's thrust causes Nym's juices to splatter across her own ass and his abdomen, allowing for the older whore to quickly lick them up. And then, all of the sudden, her late father's former paramour is beside Nymeria's head, whispering into her ear in a poisonous, angry voice.
"You will never address our Master by such terms again, brat! He is your Master, and you will soon come to accept that. But until then, you will recognize him as Podrick Payne, the man who owns me and now you and your sisters as well. And you should know, Nym, he is no more a Lannister dog then I am… the Queen Mother herself frequents his brothel… not as a guest or customer, but as the merchandise."
A lie. It has to be a lie. And yet, Ellaria's final words are filled with such savage satisfaction and silken pleasure that Nymeria can't find anything but truth in them. For a moment, the second eldest Sand Snake is lost in thought, even as she finds herself being ravaged at both ends by this Podrick Payne fucking her cunt and Arianne's now grinding down all the harder on her face.
What if it WAS true? It… it might explain Ellaria pledging her service to the man? If Podrick Payne had truly turned Cersei Lannister into a whore… even with all that was happening to her and her sisters in this moment, the mental image that provides IS a tantalizing one. But… no, it still wouldn't be enough. It wouldn't be revenge in truth, not for her aunt Elia or her children, and certainly not for her father Oberyn.
This was still a betrayal on Ellaria's part, one of the highest order. This man might not be a Lannister dog, but he was still an enemy, a threat, someone who opposed the Sand Snakes, who sought to subvert them. Not just them, but Princess Arianne as well. Nymeria's eyes flicker up to Arianne's face again, and this time the Dornish Princess is not ignoring her. She's looking right back down at her, and in that moment, Nymeria sees just how deep the corruption runs through the young Princess already. This Podrick Payne seeks to subvert them and Arianne… and he's already halfway to succeeding.
Almost as if he can read her mind, though of course he can't, it's in that moment that the man stops playing around. Nymeria had thought he was fully inside of her before, had felt how he was stretching her out around his cock. He was certainly bigger than any other man or toy she'd had before him, but she'd deemed him manageable. Manageable enough to split her focus and process what Ellaria was saying to her as she was spit-roasted between her cousin and this brothel owner, after all.
But then Podrick pulls back… and thrusts forward again, and as Nymeria's eyes go crossed, she realizes that he was only fucking her with half of his full length before. The other half, he'd been holding in reserve… and as he begins to slam up against her cervix, as he starts to batter down the gates of her womb, Nymeria can do nothing more than shudder and groan into the cunt in front of her as she finds herself wholly distracted by the sheer sensation of being pounded into by the Prick of Podrick Payne.
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By now, Arianne has lost any hesitation that once rested within her concerning the Sand Snakes. Yes, they were family, yes, she loved them… and yet, sometimes the best thing you can do for something you love is let it go. Ah, but that's far too selfless a take for what Arianne is feeling right now. She wants this. She wants this because she's selfish and watching Uncle Oberyn's eldest daughters fall before Podrick's cock is just too good to pass up.
Gripping Nymeria by her long braid, she forces the other woman deeper into her crotch, ignoring her betrayed gaze and Obara's shouts. Her hips match Podrick's thrusts now in tempo, the both of them no longer holding back. For whatever reason, Podrick had started out slow with Nymeria, only fucking her with about half of his length instead of the entire thing.
But it was done now, and whatever false sense of security Nym may have gotten from thinking she could handle the man was also gone, rapidly being demolished by the way he was plowing her from behind with greater and greater force. Immensely turned on and unable to help herself, Arianne pipes up, licking her lips as she makes eye contact with the young brothel owner over the top of her cousin's sweaty, trembling, pale body.
"Do it, whoremonger. F-Fuck her harder! Abuse her! Smack her around a bit! Make that pale skin turn red!"
The hissed words come as Arianne leans forward for the first time, basically doubling over Nymeria's head so she can get her face closer to Podrick's, moaning as she forces her cousin's mouth deeper into her crotch and plays at nearly asphyxiating Nym as a result. Podrick lifts an eyebrow at her… but technically, she is still the customer. Chuckling, making it clear that he's not truly following her orders so much as giving her request the consideration it's due, he draws a hand back… and lays it into Nymeria's beautiful, slightly jiggly, toned behind quite hard.
Deep in Arianne's crotch, the beautiful Lady Nym squeals at the strike. She keeps squealing too, as Podrick continues to lay into her from that point on. He's fucking her twat with his bitch-breaker of a cock, pistoning in and out of her cunt with every last inch of his massive meaty log of a member. And now he's also delivering harsh, pounding spankings to Nymeria's ass, smacks that leave her bottom redder and redder and her squeals reverberating up through Arianne's figure.
"Y-Yes! Just like that! Don't stop now, whoremonger! Teach my darling cousin how to best serve as one of your whores~"
Letting her true feelings out, letting her voice sing, Arianne tosses her head back and lets loose an orgasmic cry, even as Podrick continues to abuse Nymeria's backside with his hands and hollow out and reshape her cunt with his cock. In between them, it's obvious that Nym's composure is completely shattered, her entire body covered in sweat and trembling from head to toe. She's also bucking a bit, trying to pull out from between Arianne's clenching thighs as the Princess of Dorne cums all over her face time and time again.
Oh, right… the bitch probably needs to breathe. Smiling wickedly, Arianne pulls Nym back by her braid, acting rather magnanimously as she yanks her cousin out of her crotch so the other woman can take in several deep breaths. Face coated in the Princess pussy juices, Nymeria has certainly seen better days as she looks up at Arianne with such a delicious expression. There's the betrayal in her eyes of course, but there's also pleading in her gaze. Even now, even knowing Arianne couldn't be further from her corner, Nymeria continues to hope that the Princess will spare her.
"P-Pleas-mmph!"
Not even giving her a chance to get out another stammered plea, Arianne cuts off Nymeria's sputtering by forcing her down into her crotch, groaning and moaning all the while as she shudders and undulates her deliciously dark-skinned body across the chair she's practically oozing out of. Meanwhile, Podrick hasn't ever really stopped fucking Nymeria either, his cock continuing to pound into the reluctantly orgasming Sand Snake from behind again and again.
Ignoring her cousin for the moment once more, Arianne leans forward yet again, licking her lips as she catches the whoremonger's attention.
"I wish to make it clear now… I will gladly pay more gold to be allowed to participate in other training sessions concerning future whores, whoremonger. Name your price."
That gets another raised brow from the man, who just snorts derisively. But that's alright. For the time being, Arianne is content to get to bear witness to this. The corrupted little Princess wants nothing more than to watch as her former playmates and confidants are turned into whores for Podrick's business. She wants to see them trained in the art of selling their bodies, much like Podrick did with Brienne of Tarth, much like Ellaria claimed he did with the Queen Mother Cersei Lannister as well as Margaery Tyrell of House Tyrell.
She wanted to bear witness to it all, no, more than that she wanted to take part in it all. She would be happy to pay any price to be invited to such delicious debauchery as what she was experiencing now. Her own cousins, women who were like sisters to her… and she was helping to send them into the depths of despair and debauchery. She wanted more… she had to have MORE!
A whimper from Nymeria draws Arianne's attention back down to the other woman. Nym is licking now, almost obediently, much to the Princess' surprise. Up until this point, it had honestly just been a lot of grinding and mashing and forceful humping of the trapped girl's face. Using the sheer depravity of what was happening, as well as things like Nym's nose inadvertently rubbing against her clit, in order to get off.
But quite suddenly, it's Nymeria's willing tongue inside of Arianne's twat. For a moment, the Dornish Princess is struck dumb, not quite sure how to respond. But then, a slow, wicked sneer spreads across her face as she glares down at her cousin. If Nym thought that this was going to work, that it was going to reawaken some sort of love for her in Arianne's breast, she had another thing coming. The truth was, Arianne had never stopped loving Nym… it was because of her love that the twisted, corrupted Princess so desperately desired to be a part of the bastard's fall.
"You, hah… you three had such plans for, mm, revenge, d-didn't you Nym? Well… you f-failed! You failed, hnngh, in convincing my father to seek revenge! This, hah, this is the price of that failure, Nym! That's right, bitch! L-Lick faster! D-Deeper! You d-deserve this, all t-three of you do! I-If you'd just come to me in the first place, oooh, then I could have helped! W-With me by your side, w-we could have succeeded! But y-you spurned me for my blood, f-for my heritage! And n-now you pay the price!"
As if on cue, Podrick grunts before thrusting forward into Nymeria's twat one final time. Watching her cousin's eyes go wide as she screams into Arianne's cunt, likely from some thoroughly vicious cervix-breaking and womb-fucking, it becomes obvious that he's cumming inside of the pale young woman. Arianne's grin is wicked and wild, because she knows it's not over… she knows what happens next.
With another grunt, Podrick yanks himself out of Nymeria's womb and twat, drawing a second weak and muffled squeal from the Sand Snake, and then takes the hole presented to him by Ellaria, who happily and helpfully spreads the younger woman's cheeks wide and offers him up Nym's sphincter. In he goes, and Nymeria is screaming now, screaming in agony as her ass, only ever so slightly prepared by Ellaria's earlier fisting, is now penetrated by the same cock that hollowed out her cunt and fucked her womb into oblivion.
Arianne shudders in orgasmic delight at the sight, eyes wide and wild, smile wicked and manic. The Princess of Dorne is not idle though, not now. She continues to force Nymeria down into her crotch, and though there's a beat where the other girl is clearly recovering from Podrick's size in her ass, eventually her tongue starts back up. Looking down at Nymeria, Arianne positively croons down at her.
"Gooooood girl… looks like someone CAN be trained to respect their betters after all~"
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Podrick hides his derisive snort behind his grunts and harsh breaths as he continues to fuck Nymeria from behind, this time in the ass. She'd certainly been a tight lay when he'd fucked her cunt and came inside of her womb, but her ass was even tighter still, and he was having to focus in order to avoid permanently wrecking it, while at the same time giving it the pounding she deserved and that would most help bring her training along at an acceptable pace.
Tyene had broken, and from what Ellaria had told him, this was a good thing. She might be less useful in the long run and might end up used up and worthless far sooner than otherwise… but it was better than her somehow finding her way to a poison and killing him or Seven forbid, a customer with either her upper or lower lips.
Nymeria, by comparison, at least as far as Ellaria had told him, was only dangerous if she had access to blades. That, Podrick could be sure to keep away from her, as well as make sure she was routinely checked for. As such, her training could be a fair bit different. There was no reason to completely break the beautiful black-haired beauty like he'd broken her blue-eyed sister.
Meanwhile, the Princess of Dorne, Arianne Martell… was coming along quite nicely. To the extent that she didn't even know it. Which was simply perfect for Podrick's purposes, truth be told. Sawing in and out of Arianne's ass, feeling Ellaria nuzzling into him as she hugs him from behind, providing additional stimulation with her bared caramel breasts against his back, Podrick watches as the Dornish Princess loses herself more and more.
There was more than one way to skin a cat. A disturbing saying, but in this situation, surprisingly apt. There was more than one way to train a Dornish whore, was what Podrick was coming to discover from his short time in Dorne. How amusing was it that Dorne's heiress, the Princess Arianne Martell, was so quickly falling under his influence.
And all he had to do was allow Ellaria to invite her along to the Sand Snakes' breaking and training. Now, all of the sudden, the Princess was asking to be invited along to further 'training sessions' in the future. More than that, she was offering to pay for such a 'service'. Did the girl not realize she was effectively going to be paying him to work for him?
Obviously not, or she might have been more put out. As it is, Arianne is beside herself with pleasure as Nymeria finally seems to be starting to play ball, eating out her royal cousin as the future ruler of Dorne humps her face with wild abandon. The sight if an arousing one, to be sure, just as arousing as Brienne continuing to bounce a helpless Obara up and down on the double-sided dildo in a full nelson all this time was.
There was no male release to make for a satisfying stopping point for those two, so it was still happening, even long after he'd finished with Tyene and now moved on to conquering Nymeria's holes. And to her credit, Obara was STILL screaming and shouting expletives and curses and demands, not that any of them have been answered by anyone but Brienne… who's answer is ultimately just to drop Obara down onto the sex toy they're both impaled on again.
The only limiting factor in their continued debauchery if the stamina and endurance and strength of both women. But Brienne has all three of those things in spades, and it's becoming increasingly obvious to Obara from the look Podrick catches in her eye that the blonde giant of a whore is going to be able to outlast her and then some.
Ah, but it probably won't come to that. After all, once Podrick is done with Nymeria here, he'll move on to Obara to finish up the set. Not that this will be done in one night. The Sand Snakes will be training for weeks under the care of him and his… assistants. And it seems that their re-training into a trio of high-quality whores will be funded by the Prince of Dorne himself… or rather, by his heiress, who has just offered to pay to be part of subsequent… lessons.
Grinning wickedly, Podrick continues to lay into Nymeria's ass with all his might, grunting and groaning as he thrusts forward, which in turn causes her face to push deeper into Arianne's crotch, her back arched and scrunched up as her hips rise high into the air, trying to escape his cock and failing miserably. She's completely and utterly helpless, just like Tyene was, albeit in a different way.
Ah, but it would seem Arianne has intentions of 'helping'. As Podrick gets closer and closer to his release, the Princess of Dorne abruptly pulls Nymeria back away from her cunt. Holding the Sand Snake firmly by her braid, she forces Nymeria's head to turn, forces her to look back at him, to make eye contact with him as her gaze travels up his muscular torso, before eventually landing on his face.
"Who is he, Nym? Tell me, right now. Name him and submit already!"
Arianne's hissed, venomous tone has quite the pronounced effect on her bastard cousin. Nymeria shudders a little even as Podrick slows his onslaught just a tad to give her a chance to respond. He's still fucking her ass, he's not about to stop, but he's no longer forcing her forward a few inches with every thrust. His pounding into her butt is more… measured for the moment.
When Nymeria doesn't immediately answer, Arianne growls and pulls sharply on the other woman's braid, raising her free hand as if to slap or even claw her cousin across the face. That's when Nymeria speaks up to avoid the blow.
"M-Master! He's m-my Master! P-Pleas-mmph!"
Whatever else she might have said is lost as Arianne shoves the poor girl's face back into her crotch, cooing down at her.
"Goooood, that's exactly right! Such a good girl… yesss, lick me, you whore. He's your Master… you belong to him now, Nym. You better get used to it."
Podrick watches in some amusement, even as he gets closer and closer to cumming in his newest toy's ass. Arianne probably thought she was helping… but he knew better. That wasn't helping, that was well-intentioned sabotage. Nymeria hadn't meant a single word that she'd just said… and she knew it too. Now she thought she could lie to them, lie to him… he'd have his work cut out for him, training it out of her.
Still, if he wanted to use the future ruler of Dorne as his treasury, if he wanted to turn Arianne and all that she would one day rule into his personal bank, there were certain things Podrick had to put up with. As he lets out a grunt and then proceeds to unload a steaming hot helping of thick white cum into Nymeria's ass, much to the squealing beauty's dismay, Podrick just smiles and nods to Ellaria, who quickly moves off to fetch the collar and leash.
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"Look at what has become of your sisters, Obara! This will be you next!"
Nymeria doesn't dare look her older sibling in the eye as she allows herself to be paraded in front of the poor woman. She doesn't look at Obara at all, knowing exactly what she would see. As it is, the hopelessness of their situation is not lost on any of them at this point, Nymeria imagines. Well… except for maybe Tyene. The youngest of the three was STILL lost to the world, passed out on the ground where that man had dropped her before he'd proceeded to fuck Nymeria and reshape her insides with his cock.
… She would pay lip service, she would call him Master out loud, but she refused to call him it in her own mind. She refused to break. When Arianne had given her the out, Nymeria had taken it… just as she'd taken this now, the sheer indignity of being collared and put on a leash like some… like some animal. Crawling along at the Princess' side, because of course that man had handed the other end of the leash over to Arianne, Nymeria can do nothing but keep her head down… for now.
Even as Obara continues to shout and scream herself hoarse, even as her big sister demands that Nymeria lift her head, Nymeria doesn't. Obara doesn't understand and may never understand. This isn't a fight they can win head on. That man and the women who serve him, their father's former paramour and the blonde giant whore had been the ones to come head on, and the Sand Sisters had crumpled like a stack of cards before them.
For now, they had to accept their lot in life. Not that Tyene had been given the chance to do so… and Obara, stubborn and obstinate as she was, might not get it either. But Nym was a different sort of fighter from both girls. She knew how to play the long game. She knew how to take things slow. So yes, she would be that man's whore. She would call him 'Master' for now.
Even as Obara screams down at her and Arianne, her for breaking so easily and Arianne for betraying them all, Nymeria doesn't react, simply continuing to crawl along at the Princess side like the dog she's been made to look like, demeaning as it is.
She's biding her time. This was Westeros, after all, and nothing was set in stone.
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