Game of Thrones: Kindred Spirits
Chapter 19 of my Game of Thrones story, be warned, now things take a dark turn.
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Chapter 19
Lyanna sighed as the bell rang, signalling the end of school. As she and Rickon had predicted, the uniforms had changed to match the warmer weather. She was now back in the old outfit with the shorter skirt and only knee socks to cover her legs.
'Urgh, this again...' She thought angrily; before calming. 'Still; it's gonna be alright, I'm not facing this alone. Rickon hates his summer uniform too.'
The thought of her and her boyfriend being in the same boat made her smile a little; calming her usual anger. She was making her way out of school; noting the crowd as usual; unfortunately for her, the girls around her were not any of the ones she could tolerate at the moment.
She shook her head. 'I need some time to myself; be alone for a while...I'll meet up with Rickon later; he knows this is what I do and we usually meet up at the gates.'
So with that thought she worked her way out of the crowd and into an empty corridor, taking a separate route from the others. She finally relaxed and began to walk down said corridor; she reflected on the news she heard about Rickon and his family; particularly his brother Bran and the reconciliation. She knew Rickon was overjoyed about it and that she had to admit was nice to see. But she was then pulled out of her thoughts when she saw her escape route wasn't so deserted after all.
She glared angrily as she spotted Myranda up ahead, smirking; using the summer uniform to make her sluttyness even more apparent. Lyanna still couldn't fathom how the girl could get away with wearing her skirt even shorter, or her top buttons undone practically showcasing her cleavage for all to see.
'And I'll bet she isn't wearing underwear as usual either.' Lyanna thought darkly.
It was too late for her to go anywhere to avoid Myranda so she just glared and as soon as she was close enough she spoke at once.
"Just don't bother, I'm not in the mood." She snapped.
Myranda laughed. "Oh I'll bet you actually are, I mean, without a bra your nipples would give that away."
Lyanna glowered at being mocked for being braless again. "Bit rich coming from you slut, at least I wear underwear."
However it was then it happened, before Lyanna could react, Myranda suddenly pounced and forced the smaller girl against a wall, in her hand was a white cloth that she soon clamped over Lyanna's mouth and nose as the girl struggled, outraged.
"WHHT THM FHGG!" She screamed through the cloth and hand covering her mouth.
Almost at once a strong smell overwhelmed her senses.
"GMT THM FHGG HFF MM...Bntgh...whh..."
Her words died out as she felt groggy before finally her eyes fluttered closed. Her struggles stopped and she went limp, out cold. Myranda smirked and carried her into the nearby classroom.
Waiting by the school gates, fidgeting irritably with the shorts of his uniform which Rickon still felt were ridiculous, he began to wonder what was keeping Lyanna.
'This isn't like her...odd...' He thought worriedly.
Even when she took a separate route from the other students; both of them were almost always the first ones out of school. Now there was hardly any people left. Just as he was beginning to wonder what he should do, his phone buzzed, indicating a text.
Quickly checking it he froze. "Lyanna is in trouble and needs your help, come quickly..."
Rickon noted it mentioned a specific classroom and immediately hurried back into the school; there was no time for him to think; his worries for his girlfriend just took over. Arriving at the classroom he bit his lip, concerned about what he was going to find. Entering the classroom however he froze in horror.
"Lyanna!"
He rushed forwards. Lyanna was lying on the ground; her arms had been pulled behind her back, her wrists crossed and wrapped with duct tape. Her legs were also bound together with tape at the ankles as well as above and below her knees.
Tape was wrapped around her torso in three locations, above and below her breasts and just above her waist, all to pin her arms to her sides. Finally her mouth was taped shut and she appeared to be out cold.
Kneeling down he wondered where to even begin trying to free her. His mind warned him too late however of the danger, that the attacker was likely still here, that the text was a trap.
Then it happened. "He-MRUGH! NH, GMT HFF...Fhgg...!"
But it was no use; the chloroform soaked rag that clamped over his mouth and nose soon put him to sleep too. It wasn't long before he suffered the same fate as Lyanna and both were stashed in the boot of a car and driven away.
When they woke up, it was to a scene of horror.
"WHHT THM FHGG!?" Rickon yelled.
Lyanna groaned then screamed. "HH, FHNT NH, FHGG NH!"
Rickon looked up and blushed bright red.
"Lnhnnh..."
"Rngghn...Whnt, NH, DHN'T LHHG HT MM!" She began to reply before realizing and yelling, also blushing.
The reason being, while still bound and gagged by the tape; their uniforms were gone. Their only clothing consisted of their underwear, notably both wore black.
A pair of simple briefs for Rickon while Lyanna only had her black panties, without her bra her breasts were exposed to the cold air, causing her small pink nipples to harden.
Rickon tried to avert his gaze but soon neither of them were worried about been seen by the other in such a state.
"Ah, our pets have awoken." Came Myranda's voice.
She stood before them, clad in a red, very short, dress and red heels. Their position gave them the misfortune of seeing up the dress and she wasn't wearing underwear as usual. Standing next to her, smirking evilly, clad in black trousers with a matching shirt and shoes as well as a red tie, was Ramsay.
"So good of you to join us." He drawled. "Now we have you right where we want you."
There was a moment of stunned and horrified silence. Then the helpless couple broke out into a chorus of screaming gag talk.
Suddenly lifting them to their feet, Ramsay and Myranda dragged the shocked teens across the room.
Ramsay then explained. "Well this will be fun, we get to indulge ourselves in our pleasures all the while I can get revenge, Rickon, on your slut sister at last."
Rickon froze at that, realizing now; this was about Sansa. Before he could register that further, it happened. He let out a startled grunt, as did Lyanna, directly across from him, as they both found themselves in front of a table and forced down onto it, facing each other, bent at the waist. Then both felt the waistbands of their underwear being tugged and realized what was about to happen.
Rickon yelled first. "Whht thm fhgg, nhh fnggh, thht'f-!"
"Nh, dhn't nhh dhrm, NHHHH!" Lyanna screamed.
But it was no good, their underwear was yanked down, as far as it would go down their legs, the tape being the only thing to finally stop it. Now they were exposed and then came the pain. They screamed into their gags repeatedly as they both then had to endure a brutal spanking followed up by an equally brutal whipping that left them with several lashes on their backs and their buttocks both burning hot and bright red.
"Well, that was fun." Myranda taunted.
Ramsay laughed as both victims had their underwear fixed before being dropped to the ground. Both moaning in pain, but there were no tears, they would not give their captors the satisfaction. Preparing for their main plan, Ramsay and Myranda didn't care about this however, they simply left the room to being the next step. Rickon and Lyanna lay helpless on the ground; their nightmare only just beginning.
End of chapter, now the nightmare begins, and will continue over the next three chapters, be warned. Anyway, read and review please.
