The Sand Snakes Pt. 9

She wasn't one prone to fainting, which might go a long way to explaining why it was such a strange sensation for her to wake up on the ground, having just passed out. Of course, the feeling of a foot grinding into her sensitive, freshly fucked cunt might also have something to do with the strangeness of how she was feeling.

Slowly opening her eyes, Obara Sand blinks dumbly up at the grinning face of one Princess Arianne Martell. For the briefest of seconds, the Eldest Sand Snake actually believes it all to have been a dream… but no, after a moment, it all comes back to her, everything that had happened and the sheer detail of the events returning to her in a rush that made her very, very sure that this was no dream.

Besides, Arianne is naked and so is Obara, and it's Arianne's foot that's toying with her gaping cunt. The Eldest Sand Snake has been fucked so thoroughly that her pussy is a sloppy fucking mess, her cunt gushing with both cum and fluids as she lays there on her back. Next to Arianne, standing over her as well, is Podrick Payne, the architect of all that had just been done to her and her sisters.

He too is naked… and he's holding Obara's personal spear, a sight that causes her eyes to widen and her pupils to shrink to pinpricks. She hadn't been allowed to hold a weapon since they were confined to the Spear Tower. None of them had, and while she suspected Tyene had some of her poisons stashed away, she hadn't gotten a chance to use them. Meanwhile, Obara knew that Nymeria hadn't managed to get any blades in, because she'd asked for one from her sister soon after they were locked up, hoping to arm herself, even if she didn't have her spear.

But no, they'd all been left stripped of their tools. The Spear Tower had been devoid of weapons with which to defend themselves. Until now…

Almost contemptuously, Podrick tosses the spear down onto the ground beside Obara. The gift from her father rolls to a stop within inches of her twitching fingers. It's then that Obara realizes she's no longer bound OR gagged. The rope tying her wrists behind her back has been removed, leaving her arms and hands free. The O-ring gag that was forced into her mouth is gone as well, leaving her able to work her incredibly sore jaw around a little as she lays there, staring at the spear and then at Podrick and Arianne.

This was it. This was her opportunity to save her sisters. Take up her spear, run through the man who'd just raped them all, and then kill all of his little sluts too. She could save Tyene. She could save Nymeria. She could save herself. Her trembling fingers twitch towards the spear shaft and she reaches out to take ahold of it as she slowly sits up.

But she never quite manages it. She never actually grips the spear's haft, instead ghosting her digits along its length as her other hand reaches up for something else instead. Her body has already subconsciously made the choice for her. At least, that's the excuse Obara allows herself to use, as she reaches out and takes hold of her Master's cock with her other hand.

Grasping the solid, thick, meaty bitch-breaker, she uses it as leverage to pull herself to her knees, her eyes crossing as she gazes down at it in awe, reverence, and rapture. Her tongue licks at the cockhead, and then up and down her Master's length as she moans in gratuitous, lewd pleasure.

Some might say this was the moment Obara broke. But Podrick knew better. It was a long time ago, but he'd once read a book written by a Maester about the difference between Hardness and Toughness. Diamonds, for instance, were one of the hardest rocks there was. And yet, you didn't see people trying to make armor out of them. Why was that?

Simple, really. The harder something was, the EASIER it shattered. The harder, or more succinctly, the more unyielding something was, the easier it was to fracture it… and once a diamond fractured, the entire structure was at risk of splintering into so many separate shards. It didn't matter how hard something was, at the end of the day. Hardness did not truly correlate with strength.

Toughness, on the other hand, had to do with how much abuse a material could take before breaking or puncturing. That was why steel was what was commonly used in the making of armor and weapons. Setting aside Valyrian Steel for a moment, because as far as the Maesters could tell, that stuff was just plain magic… Castle Forged Steel was going to give you the best protection, not because of its Hardness, but because of its Toughness.

All of this was to say, Obara Sand was a Hard Woman. She'd made herself hard from an early age, in order to leave behind her mother. For all her mother's faults, she'd loved her daughter, and for all her daughter's resentment, Obara had loved her back. But going with her father, being Oberyn's child… it was better for her, in the end. So long as she could be Hard. So long as she could stay strong.

And yet, Obara Sand's foundation was one built on Hardness rather than Toughness. And so, while she had not bowed or bent… the Eldest Sand Snake had most assuredly broken, speared between Podrick's cock and Brienne's dildo, with Princess Arianne's tongue down her throat. She'd shattered into a million pieces, and whatever came of that, whatever she was built back up into in the future… would be the choice of Podrick Payne, her Master.

Gripping his cock with that one hand, Obara brings the other up away from her spear, from her father's gift, discarding that last part of herself as she instead fondles her Master's balls… and proceeds to inhale his big fat cock into her mouth, impaling her throat along it's meaty shaft.

"Gluuuuggghhkk!!!"

Her cheeks puff out, her jaw stretches wide, and her neck bulges outwards as gurgling saliva and drool emit from her lips. And yet, as her eyes flutter from the lack of air and she chokes herself on his dick, gagging mightily, Obara doesn't care whether she asphyxiates or not. Because she's right where she belongs.

-x-X-x-

Off to the side, Nymeria can only shed a single tear at the sight of her elder sister so thoroughly breaking. Her own plans of escape are feeling vanishingly harder by the second now, everything becoming more and more difficult the more and more she realizes how far her sisters are falling.

But she has to keep up the act… she has to, so she presses her crotch against Tyene's slobbering, eager mouth and forces her soft, blonde sister's fingers deeper up into her ass, letting the moans on the tip of her tongue fly free of her lips to sell the illusion properly. That's all it is, of course. Just an illusion. Perhaps some of the pleasure is real, but Nymeria knows how to separate fact from fiction. She knows what's truly real, and what's just… part of the act.

She has to remain strong; she has to stay tough for Obara and Tyene. She will bow, so that she might remain unbent and unbroken. An opportunity will present itself if she just holds on and waits. She's not broken yet, she won't break… for the sake of her sisters, Nymeria will fight in her own way until the end of the line.

She won't give in, she- a gasp and a louder moan leaves her lips as Tyene does this thing with her tongue that Nymeria never could have seen coming. Her hips buck, and she sprays her little sister's face with pussy juices, much to the blonde girl's abject satisfaction. Looking down the length of her body, Nymeria stares into Tyene's twinkling blue eyes, exhausted and afraid.

Just how long will she be able to hold on?

-x-X-x-

Tyene is of a similar mind to Obara, rather than Nymeria. One might say the faux Septa had had a religious experience upon her Master's cock. The mouthful of aphrodisiac that Ellaria had drugged her with had played a large part in that of course, but even with it's effects fading, Tyene was damaged, broken mentally in the same way Obara had been broken physically.

Eyes lidded, the beautiful pale blonde licks and laps at her sister's cunt as she also fingers Nymeria's ass for good measure. In her new state of mind, in her new luminous being, Tyene can read Nymeria like an open book. She's always been able to before, to be fair… but now she does so for her Lord and Master, for the man who owns them all.

She can tell that Nymeria is biding her time, can tell that her heart isn't really in this yet. As their eldest sister's choking, gagging, and gurgling fill the room, as Obara skull fucks herself on their Master's glorious, god-like member, Tyene's eyes flash with excitement. She knows what she's going to do next, after all.

She's going to make sure Nymeria joins them in this bliss. She's going to make sure the last hold out among the Sand Snakes doesn't hold out for much longer.

-x-X-x-

Smiling down at Obara Sand, Podrick holds her by her ponytail but lets her do all the work, enjoying the way she's throating his cock so aggressively. Her hand at the base of his member is just getting in the way at this point, so she pulls it off of his cock in order to keep her lips moving towards the base of his shaft. Meanwhile, the hand on her balls continue to fondle them in an unpracticed, inexperienced sort of way. It's still pleasurable though, a slutty little whore who's just learning her place in the world.

As her hand disappears betwixt her thighs, Podrick doesn't reprimand the brutish bitch. He lets her have it, knowing that teaching her to focus on the client's pleasure will come later. For now, the very fact that she seeks out her own pleasure while pleasuring him makes it clear how far the mighty Dornish woman has fallen.

She's completely and utterly snapped, in a similar but also completely different way then Tyene. This right here, this is the complete and utter defilement and desecration of the Sand Snake sisters. All three will belong to him now, and with the Princess helping out, Podrick imagines he'll be able to push forward his future plans quite easily.

Looking around the top floor of the Spear Tower at all he's accomplished, Podrick smiles. He gazes upon what he has wrought, and he finds it to be good. Very good, indeed.

-x-X-x-

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