Game of Thrones: Kindred Spirits

Chapter 20 of my Game of Thrones story, the nightmare continues.

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Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.


Chapter 20

At the Stark house, the rest of the family were all in the living room, all of them were frantic with worry.

"This isn't normal, where could Rickon be?" Cat muttered. "I thought he and Lyanna simply went out somewhere together but…?"

Robb nodded. "We all did, until the Mormonts called; they've not seen Lyanna for a long time either."

Pacing in the middle of the room, Ned sighed.

"We need to figure something out, anywhere they could have gone, or anyone that might know." He said. "We'll also need to figure out first if there is any danger before getting the police involved."

But it was then it happened; before anyone could say anything else, Sansa's phone went off. Nervously she checked it and froze, sitting nearest her, Jon looked worried.

"Sansa?" He'd seen that look before. "It's him, right?"

Sansa let out a shuddering gasp. "Worse...Look..."

She showed everyone and it soon became clear what was going on. Ramsay had messaged Sansa warning her that his threat of taking something dear to her had come to pass. He was practically bragging to her, bragging about kidnapping Rickon and Lyanna and now holding them hostage, ready to do whatever he wanted to them. Left with no doubts the Starks quickly called the police.


Rickon moaned into his gag; he and Lyanna had recovered from their previous attack by their tormentors, and now he was trying, and failing sadly, to free himself or Lyanna. They were lying with their backs to each other as he tried to picked away the tape at her wrists.

"Jhft h bnt mhrm..."

Lyanna rolled her eyes. "Fhrgmt Hmt Rngghn, Hmt'f nht whrgnng."

Rickon wouldn't give up however; but then their attempts were halted when they were suddenly grabbed. Ramsay and Miranda had returned and forced them both upright. Both of them froze as they realized their captors were holding knives.

"Such naughty children, trying to escape." Myranda teased. "I think punishment is in order."

Ramsay laughed. "Let's do this...properly, you know what to do."

Myranda nodded and soon, despite their struggles and efforts to get free, Rickon and Lyanna stood, still being held. But all the tape was gone now. Instead they simply had their hands bound behind their backs with ropes.

"What the fuck is this, you can't do this!" Rickon yelled.

Meanwhile Lyanna struggled against Myranda. "Get the fuck off me you whore!"

"Language, that'll make things worse." Myranda taunted.

Then, much to the two captives horror, they found themselves bent over the table at the waist again, their underwear pulled down, this time to their knees.

"Fuck, no, don't you-ARUGH!" Rickon screamed.

Lyanna screamed at the same time as she tried. "Bitch, keep your hands-OW!"

They were soon subjected to another brutal spanking., struggling with all their might, kicking their legs, until their underwear slid down to their ankles and acted like shackles, limiting their struggles.

There was no preventing it this time, their eyes filled with tears and they screamed endlessly as their spankings continued, being far more brutal and even longer than the last time. Then came the ultimate humiliation for them as Lyanna's struggles resulted in her underwear being kicked off, flying across the room and leaving her naked, Rickon's following suit mere moments later. This just made their captors laugh and spank them even harder.

"Aww, what a shame, looks like you lost something." Myranda taunted.

Ramsay then spoke. "More likely they were eager to ditch them, after all, it's clear what they want."

Both captive teens blushed, especially as the sight of each other, especially now being naked, had started to affect them. Rickon was especially obvious with his arousal on full display as they were forced upright, the spanking over.

But that was only a prelude to the next stage of their suffering as they were soon secured even further with ropes, set up a similar way to the tape only far more painful as now every move made the rope chafe against their skin and dig in further, hurting them.

They were silenced in their protests by ropes being fed through their mouths, acting as gags and now they could only let out muffled moans at the agony they felt from their asses being now burning hot. But that didn't stop their captors from the next stage of depravity as Lyanna found herself forced onto the ground, Ramsay above her, now naked, removing his dark blue boxers, ready to carry out his act, which Lyanna realized right away.

Lyanna felt her resolve crumbled; she was afraid.

She pleaded. "Nh, nh, nh...NHHHHHHHHHH!"

But to no avail; She screamed in horror, dismay and agony as Ramsay robbed her of her virginity and began to rape her..

"LMHVM HMR HLHNM, NHH FNGG-!" Rickon cried, struggling only to end up forced onto his back.

Myranda moved on top of him, smirking. "Don't worry, little boy, you'll have fun too."

Rickon's eyes widened in horror. "WHH, NH!"

But it was no good and soon, much to his disgust and horror, she began to rape him. Struggling futilely against her assault, Lyanna saw what Myranda was doing to her boyfriend.

"RNGGHN, FTHP HmT, NHH GHN'T-!" She screamed, horrified by their treatment.

She was cut off by Ramsay slapping her and then, worse, when he came inside her. Myranda finished raping Rickon and then forced him to watch. Ramsay forced Lyanna to sit and pulled her rope gag from her mouth. She never got any words out but choked as he then thrust his manhood into her mouth, forcing her to take his whole length with each and every thrust. This continued until he came again and forced her to swallow before fixing her gag back in place.

The two captors smirked as they stood, observing their two traumatized captives now.

"What to know the best part about this, kids?" Ramsay taunted them. "It's all been filmed, oh I'm sure Sansa will love these home movies we've got for her."

Ignoring the shocked muffled cries of their captives, Ramsay and Myranda left with the video cameras to go and do just that, send them to Sansa.


End of chapter, but not of this nightmare, still more to come. Read and review please.