/**NOTE: This is fanfiction based on HBO's Game of Thrones and is centered around Iwan Rheon's performance of Ramsay Bolton, however, a bit toned down in terms of sadistic behavior. This contains NSFW details and is meant to just be fun smut to read FOR MATURE READERS ONLY. I'll probably develop a story off of this prompt, but would love feedback and suggestions on development of characters and plot :)

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Background details of this story: The Boltons have taken over Winterfell; Theon Greyjoy is Reek, however, Ramsay has not removed any of Reek's body parts and is therefore not as broken physically, emotionally, or mentally; Sansa has not arrived in Winterfell yet, but will do so soon. Enjoy!*/

His right hand pointer finger and thumb pinched the whore's nipple and she inhaled sharply in pain...and pleasure. The bed in the whore house was banging against the wall as Ramsay forcefully thrashed into her repeatedly. He savored the sensation of her cunt enclosing his cock, but that was the extent of his emotions on the matter. He wanted to be satisfied quickly and then he'd go hunting- that was what he was really excited for. The whore moaned her fake pleasure when he emptied his load, happy to be done with it. Sure, he enjoyed sex, but it was just something to pass the time with now- the spark he felt when it was all new sensations had gone long ago. The whore cried out in feigned ecstasy and praised his performance, terrified for her life if she displeased him, and he left without a word. She was lucky to be left alive and especially so to be left unharmed.

The day was bright in Winterfell and Ramsay's blue eyes glinted in the sun as he walked to the stables. His men, Bastard Boys they were called by the people, were there waiting for him. A smile creeped across Ramsay's face and he cheerily proclaimed, "Let's go, boys!" And with that they got their bows, mounted their horses, and went off to the woods for an afternoon hunt. This time their prey was to be just animals.

At about sunset the Bastard Boys returned from the woods with their fearless leader (the bastard himself), Ramsay [/S/n/o/w/] Bolton. They had a fruitful hunt and there were quite a few loads of animal carcasses still rolling in the gates when Roose Bolton appeared to greet the party.

"Ah, yes, you're back- and with some good meat for the feast tonight." Ramsay looked at his father quizzically, unaware of a feast happening tonight.

Roose answered his son's wordless question, "...we have a special guest coming...Sansa Stark. Your future wife ."

Ramsay dismounted his horse, Well this is quite a turn of events, he thought to himself, a new toy to play with? "What a delightful surprise, father," Ramsay said brightly, a devilish grin spreading on his lips.

Roose could only imagine what kind of mind games Ramsay had planned for this poor girl, but he hardly cared. "Clean yourself up before she arrives with her uncle and Lord Protector of the Vale, Petyr Baelish. You don't want to meet your betrothed caked in blood as you are now."

In Ramsay's chambers, Reek had a bath drawn and he helped his master clean and dress in some of his finest garments. "What do you think, Reek, do I look fit enough for your old friend, Sansa?"

Reek twitched in what seemed like a nod meaning yes and noticed how the leather and cloth clung to Ramsay's muscles. Please don't hurt her, Reek thought to himself like a mantra, over and over.

"I can't wait for my new friend to see you, Reek! She can see how her family is avenged from your betrayal of them. You're nothing and can harm no one," the bastard grinned darkly to himself. "Tell me, is she as beautiful as they say?" Ramsay turned his head slightly to glance at the trembling figure standing beside him.

"Y-yes, milord," was all Reek could manage. She's a deli-delicate flower and the most b-b-beautiful one at that, he thought to himself, I don't know how I'll face her. I regret all of my actions, I should never have tried to take Winterfell. I'm awful, awful, awful, awf-

"Reek! It's time for me to go!" Ramsay yelled in order to get the creature to stop hitting himself in the head. Reek had no idea he was even moving until he was snapped out of it and opened the door for his master. "Reek, give yourself a bath, change your clothes, and come to the feast tonight. You're going to see your old friend!"

Ramsay wasn't sure what to think about any of this. This new phase of his life could lead to so many different adventures. He was pleased to be marrying a Stark and therefore becoming even more legitimate in terms of rights to the North, but what kind of person would this Stark girl be? How easily can I break and bend her will? What kind of mind games can I play with her before she bores me?

Roose approached his son in the great hall as they waited for their guests to arrive. "You must be on your best behavior tonight, Ramsay. We need this girl, she is the key to ruling the North. If her uncle senses any reason for her to not be wed to you, then he will take her away," Roose hissed at his son.

"Father, you have nothing to worry about," Ramsay said slowly and with a smirk. Roose knew he needed to get this wedding over with so they could ensure their place in Winterfell and the North, but after that he didn't care what happened to the girl as long as she produced an heir.

Horns sounded and the gates of the castle opened to Petyr and a fleet of his men of the Vale. Sansa appeared from behind her uncle, an emotionless face of beauty surrounded by a dark fur hood. She gracefully dismounted her horse and waited for her uncle to do the introductions.

Ramsay saw Baelish first, but his eyes darted quickly to the female when she appeared. His pupils dilated as he studied her pale face and slim figure. Oh my, he thought to himself, Sansa Stark... You are mine now.