The Sand Snakes Pt. 5

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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