It was the day before Mary's wedding day to the Mountain. She had been kept in a room locked away from her mother and sisters all this time. She had not seen them since the day her future husband had raped her beloved sister. She was convinced her father had been killed but she had heard that her mother and sisters were still being kept somewhere in Clegane's Keep. Celia , a middle aged woman was the only person she had been meeting everyday. She silently brought her food and barely spoke to her. During her days in this prison, she was only allowed to eat , sleep , bathe and roam around in that room. She spent hours looking out of a tiny window but could only watch the sky. She heard strange sounds of women crying , men shouting , sometimes clash of metal. She removed her clothes daily before bathing and when she was done they would be cleaned ready for her to wear again. At first , she was hesitant to strip to her nakedness in front of this strange woman but she had gotten used to it. Whenever she took off her clothes , the woman would stare at her body as if in admiration but it would turn to pity after a while.
It was the morning before her wedding , she was being bathed and tidied up for a wedding under the stars. She finished bathing and waiting for her was a new piece of fabric. It was sheer and looked like a wedding dress but barely so. Celia silently waited for her to dry herself and helped her put on the dress. It could barely be called a dress. It was so sheer and thin that she felt herself getting cold in it. She looked down at herself and she could see every inch of her body , bare as the day she was born. She looked at Celia in disgust. " I am the daughter of a Lord , the heir to the Roseworth family , I am not wearing this dress and have people look at me in the nude. I am a Lady not a common whore."
"Lord Clegane picked it out for you , Lady. They are his orders." , replied Celia unable to take her eyes off her body. Lady Mary covered herself with her hands as if in reaction to her gaze. " I do not care ! I am not wearing this cloth. They would have me marry him naked with all watching." .
"My Lady! Trust me. Lord Clegane would drag you in front of a priest naked and bed you in front of him if he wanted to do so. Lord Aemon has advised him to make it a bit more civilized. This is the Lord's way of showing you off to all that attend the woman he is going to fuck later in the day. Trust me , My Lady, Lord Clegane has gone through three wives already. Just do what he asks of you now ,during the ceremony, during the bedding and every day after that. The last wife did not make it more than a month. I would advise you against ill thought actions. You are going to suddenly disappear or your family have an unfortunate 'accident' "
Lady Mary was shook by Celia's words. She was used to love and tenderness not the brutish ways of these men. Her life flashed before her eyes. She remembered her sister Annabelle getting fucked right before her eyes. She knew he would do the same things to her , maybe even worse. She knew her family was still at Clegane's Keep. The Mountain would definitely harm them if she did something stupid. As she was lost in her thoughts, Celia spoke ," If you do not believe me , follow me ! Let me show you what these men are capable of..." . She opened the door to her room , looked around to make sure nobody was watching. She beckoned her and Mary followed silently. They walked through a long passage way and came to a closed door .It had metal bars across it as if it were the door to a dungeon cell. Celia told her to peer througb the door. She saw a giant room filled with chairs and at the end of it sat The Mountain on a throne. Beside him sat Lord Aemon , talking to him and laughing. A man walked into the room . He was thin , poor and looked like a common peasant. He walked towards the Mountain but the two of them ignored him.
"My Lord ! " , He said in a meek tone. They still ignored him. "My Lord ! " , he yelled a bit louder. It got their attention and they turned towards him. Lord Aemon looked at him , laughed and asked in an arrogant tone, " Who are you? Can you not see us busy in conversation?". "My Wife ! My Wife !..." , he groaned. "What of your wife?" , asked Lord Aemon.
"My Wife has been missing for three days , sire. She went to the lake to get us some water that morning and never came back."
"What makes you think we can help , peasant?" , Lord Aemon asked frustrated with the conversation. "Some people have told me sire that they say my wife with...". As he was speaking , 4 men walked out of a corridor laughing. One of them was walking a distraught woman into the room along with him. The peasant saw the woman and started crying. Lord Aemon immediately realized what was happening. All the men laughed out of loudly at the woman and the peasant. Two of the mountain's men were topless and had loosely tied a cloth towel across their waist and legs. Lady Mary could see the outline of their erect cocks against the towel fabric. The woman was almost half naked. Her dress was torn in a lot of places as if someone was not even patient enough to undress her before forcing themselves on her. One of her tits hung out from the torn piece of cloth across her chest while the other one was barely covered. Her waist was completely exposed and she had a scar beside her belly button . It was fresh and it looked like a teeth mark as if someone had bit her. One of her buttocks was gaping through her torn dress as was her cunt. Her cunt seemed red and moist. Her other buttock was holding her dress together from completely falling off. One of the insides of her thigh was visible and the skin seemed to be pink as if somebody had used that region quite recently. The dress covered her just above one of her knees and it looked as if the dress originally covered her till her toes but somebody had clearly torn it off. Her neck had two similar bite marks as her stomach. Her face was red and distraught and she was crying. She must have had beautiful long hair but it was a mess now. Even in this state , Lady Mary couldn't help but think that she still looked beautiful. The woman was looking at the peasant with tears in her eyes but he was too shameful to make eye contact with her.
Lord Aemon beckoned the woman towards him but she refused to come towards him. The man walking her shoved her towards Lord Aemon. The Mountain looked on with pleasure in his eyes. Lord Aemon caught her by the arm and forcefully made her sit on his lap. He put his arms around her and spoke to the peasant in a mocking voice, " This wife of yours , would you say she was beautiful woman?" . " Yes , Lord. She is a very beautiful woman" . "If she was such a beautiful woman , what was she doing married to a common peasant like you?" , he asked . "I am a lucky man , my Lord".
"Did you keep your wife satisfied , my good man. Did you fulfill her 'needs', peasant. Perhaps your wife had grown to enjoy the company of other men , better men. She maybe sought the cock of a better man than you and run away with that man. Have you considered that?", Lord Aemon questioned him sarcastically. The peasant still crying replied all the way with his head down gazing at his feet unable to look up , "We were happy, sire. We loved each other very much. She would never seek another man nor even think such impure thoughts. She felt like an angel gifted to me by the gods."
Lord Aemon took her face in his hands examining it , adusting her mess of a hair,examining the bite marks on her neck. He ran a finger across one of the marks and she flinched and made a slight noise. The peasant looked up in alarm as his wife shifted uncomfortable on Lord Aemon's lap. He ran the finger down from her neck , onto her shoulders. As the peasant looked , Lord Aemon crept his finger onto her well rounded , firm bosom. He traced it all the way onto her nipple , watching the reactions of the peasant and his wife. He circled his nipple playfully and took it between his fingers and played with peasant lowered his head and said in a hasty voice, "Our children , my Lord . They miss their mother. They cry for her love every day".
"You have children. How many ? How old are they?" , he asked. He kissed the top of the wife's exposed bosom. "Are they young? Do they suckle at their mother's teat?", he asked while he ran his tongue down her tit and took its nipple into his mouth. She started sobbing again and wiggled uncomfortable on his lap. He used his hand to steady her and looked up at the peasant peering for an answer while he still played at her nipple with his tongue. "We have two children , sire. A boy and a girl. They are older children , my lord."
He let go of her nipple from his mouth. He ran his hand down her bosom onto her waist and examined the scar on her stomach. Her skin was fair and smooth inspite of the men using her. His hand wandered down between her legs. As his hand slid down her body , she grew increasingly uncomfortable. He steadied her once again with his other hand. He examined her cunt from the outside. It looked red and moist. He looked towards the peasant and grabbed her arse cheek in his hand. He stuck his middle finger in her mouth and placed it onto top of her cunt , rubbing her cunt lips gently. She made a weird noise as he stuck the finger deeper inside her cunt."I'm sorry , peasant. We cannot help you find your wife. Our men have important work in their hands. Now piss off !" .
"Please sire, I plead to you with all my breath in my body. Find it in your heart to search and return my wife to me. I will be in your debt, my lord". He started crying loudly. Lord Aemon looked towards the mountain and his men. Two of the men gestured something to him. Lord Aemon nodded and said , "My men have agreed to search far and wide for your lovely wife. They shall start immediately and do a thorough search to trace your missing wife" . The peasant's eyes lit up in hope. "Thank you for my Lord . I shall forever be in your debt!" , saying so he rushed towards his wife. One of the men stopped him in his tracks. He held onto the peasant firmly while he looked surprised. Lord Aemon was still playing with the wife's cunt with his finger. "My men need time. These missing persons do not turn up immediately. My men think it'll take them maybe a week or a fortnight to 'find' her" . All the men laughed hysterically as the peasant cried again.
"I plead with you , sire. Return my wife to me...". The mountain got up from the throne and shouted , "Fuck off , you filthy peasant. You heard my men. You shall get your wife back in two weeks." As he said so , two guards came in and dragged the poor man away. As he was dragged away , he saw Lord Aemon handing off his squeamish wife to one of the mountain's men. The man grabbed hold of her , flung her over his shoulder , gave her a slap on her exposed arse cheek and the four of them disappeared into the same corridor from which they emerged. Lady Mary heard one of the men shouting, "This one has a great pair of tits on her. You should have seen them heave as I fucked her dirty the other night..."