Chapter 6: Astrid
(Warning, this Scene Could Be Vile)
The moment dawn began they attacked without warning.
Ironborns. Raiders from the Iron Islands. Wolves of the Sea. Pirates, ravagers, and rapists. Scum of the Earth.
Astrid was a small and slender girl with long dark red hair and grey eyes. She was not that pretty, but also was not that ugly.
From what Astrid knows, Ironborns came one thing. To plunder everything the village has. The food, the resources, and even the women. Anyone that attempted to opposed will be killed.
The Ironborns choose the right place to attack. The village was twenty miles away from the keep of House Ryswell of the Rills. Even though the village was surrounded by a huge woodened fence, it still was not enough to keep around three Ironborn from break in.
Astrid was sure they were feeding on her people's fear. In the middle of the chaos, she managed to hide behind a rock. She can't find her family throughout this carnage and prays to the Old Gods that they were safe.
The slaughter around her was so intense to watched, she felt a state of powerlessness to do anything to stop of it. Could her family, her parents and two brothers been killed?
Astrid closed her eyes, trying to not think that, while trying to forget the killing around her. She covered her ears with her hands to muffle the cries from the victims, what prevented her from listening to the footsteps of the monster that was approaching. She yelped when the Ironborn grabbed her arm, pushing her back against the cold ground.
The Ironborn took advantage of his heavy body to pin her small figure against the ground, preventing her from running. Plus, the Ironborn was much stronger than Astrid and her fight only infuriated him, until he punched her.
Astrid whimpered as the taste of blood started to fill her mouth. Her head was spinning from the impact of his blown and Astrid thought she would faint. In fact, she craved unconsciousness, so she wouldn't see the beast ripping off her dress, that was now soaked with the blood from her villagers. He would take the virtue she was saving for a future husband Astrid now knew would never come.
His hands were rough and careless against her thighs, spreading her legs beneath him with the help of his knees. Astrid inhaled a deep and shaky breath and squeezed her eyes shut while forcing herself to relax and endure what was to come.
He was going to defile her, but she would not give him the pleasure of seeing her suffering. Astrid was determined to remain quiet.
The combination of his disgusting scent and breath on her face caused her to wrinkle her nose. She could feel he was hard against her thighs while he was struggling with his trousers to proceed with the assault.
The Ironborn grabbed her ankles, bringing her body closer to him. She tried to hit his face, but he was faster, grabbing her hands above her head with just one of his paws. A cocky smile on his face as his other hand started caressing her thighs that were wide open beneath him.
His fingers were calloused against her warm and delicate skin and they traveled to her core. He found Astrid dry, and his face showed his disappointment.
A wet noise was heard then and even before Astrid had time to wonder what it might be, she felt a spit-slicken finger reach the juncture of her thighs and spread her folds. Her lips gaping in shock—a whimper escaped her mouth as the finger plunged into her. It was strange, sort of uncomfortable but she remained motionless. The devil laughed, feeling the barrier of her virginity. He found a protuberance down there and spat in his palm to allow his fingers to slide more easily.
His mouth grazed her shoulders and his hot breath swept across her exposed breasts. Astrid felt his lips brush against a nipple, and she gulped, feeling her stomach clenching. He pulled it into his mouth and sucked greedily as if he was starving and her body was his feast. His growls reminded Astrid of a wild beast and, somehow, she knew brutality would soon take over.
With all her strength, Astrid tried to lift her torso but it was impossible. His body was as heavy and solid as a fortress constraining her to the ground. No matter how much she tried, she could not get him to move even in the slightest.
Worse, with her effort, Astrid was involuntarily rubbing herself against his fingers and the notion that he might actually take pleasure from making her ruin herself, impelled her to quit.
Hot tears were streaming down her cheeks and Astrid was ashamed that her body was betraying her while heat started to build and radiate out from her sex.
If she could choose, she preferred the pain. Pain that wouldn't allow her to doubt what was happening was not her choice. Despite the sun, Astrid was shivering, tears and sweat covering her face. The man retreated his fingers from her when he felt she was wet enough to proceed with his attack, and inserted his fingers inside his mouth, licking.
Astrid was mortified but reacted as soon as she felt his free hand moving to his pants. She squirmed and grunted until he said something in his harsh language and she blinked her watery eyes.
Astrid didn't know what the Ironborn said. But he was so absorbed watching her body and she took the chance to spit on his face. His eyes were now cold, their stillness was frightening her. The unmoving gaze was accompanied by deliberate slow breathing like he was fighting something back and losing. Lust and wraith, all at once. All she wanted was to hide her nudity from his view, but the Ironborn was obviously not going to let that happen, squeezing her wrists over her head.
The Ironborn smiled mischievously, lowering his head to her uncovered breasts to bite on one of her nipples while twisting and pulling the other with his fingers. It was not really painful, but she squirmed nonetheless, raising her back and hips. It seemed he considered her actions as a sign to keep going. She felt the vibration of his laughter against her skin.
Astrid did not want to look at his face, the expression of victory was there. Not only he had a successful raid, but he was also claiming her body as a spoil of war.
He closed his palm around her breast, fondling her once more, and taking its nipple in his mouth. He licked patiently at first, but his caresses grew bolder and he started to suck at it hungrily, alternating with light bites. Astrid squealed at the twinges his touch sent all the way to her lower belly, making her toes curl. The sensation was so strange and before Astrid could try to understand it, Ivar was releasing his shaft from his trousers like a man rushing to save his life. His mouth slightly opened, while his breath was coming as enraged waves on the beach, and the angered waves would hit Astrid. She turned her head to the side, her pulse hammering madly in her ears.
The swollen head of his dick was at her entrance. She could tell it was big – it was only natural with a man so tall and brawny. Her cleft was already being stretched even at that early stage, so she braced herself to feel the pain of being stabbed, muscles aching with tension. Instead, he started rubbing himself against her. The feeling would be heavenly if she were with a man she loved. But the Ironborn pinning her against the cold ground was not her lover, he was a beast.
It looked like the Ironborn gained confidence she would not fight him anymore, releasing her hands to hold her hips. His movement brought her back to reality. She started slapping his face and chest. He was furious now, yelling at her. The monster took hold of her wrists violently and the tears started flowing from her eyes again.
He looked at her fiercely and Astrid sniffed. Then with one hard thrust, he sank into her. It was a burning sensation. She heard a struggled moan leaving his lips, his eyes closed and the well-defined jaw clenching as if he was in as much pain as herself.
Astrid pressed her lips together, closing her eyes as if she could be transported to another place.
He was not moving yet, enjoying her tightness. His free hand holding her hips, nails digging into her skin so brutally that she was sure to find bruises later if she survived. The thought almost made Astrid laugh bitterly. Later wouldn't come.
He lifted himself, pulling his hips away, only to slide back into her again with all his strength making pain course through her once more. His hips grinding between her thighs, the leather, and metal of his armor scratching against her exposed skin. Each of his unforgiving thrusts inducing a gasp from Astrid and increasing the pain until she received his final and most unforgiving stab that reached her very end, making Astrid roll her eyes and let out a lament. Her slit was burning like wildfire around his manhood and with every single of his shoves, Astrid felt as if she were being torn open.
His movements grew more vigorous and hectic, the change in force and pace taking the air out of her lungs. His hand firmly squeezing her hip, he successively pulled Astrid to him and propelled her backward with each of his shoves, making her back hit the harsh ground under her one moment and collide against his rock-solid torso the next. It was almost as if he was wrestling instead of coupling.
He was mounting her vigorously and when Astrid thought it was getting too much for her to endure, the man ceased, uttering some sort of throaty growl, before resuming rocking his hips less frantically. After a few additional desperate thrusts, he sheathed himself to the hilt, stiffening. The muscles in his neck tensing as he released his seed inside of her, pulsing into her sore sex. He collapsed over her, crushing Astrid under his weight. He kept himself inside of her in bliss.
Astrid hope the Ironborn just killed her and be done with it. She hopes she died before the rest of her family found out she been rape.
The without warning— a raspy voice coming from behind him interrupted him. The Ironborn rose to his feet, and Astrid see it was another Ironborn from behind. With his body no longer restraining her to the ground, she changed her position, sitting on the ground and trying to cover herself of what is left of her destoyed dress.
They were talking so fast, whatever it was, it seemed to revert their attention from her. Then she heard a sound coming from outside. The sound of a creature, making an inhuman cry.
The two Ironborns were gone. Astrid remains where she is. The sounds outside look different, especially with the noise of the strange creature she has been hearing. It sounded like a bird's cry. Yet louder and more ferocious. What was it?
She looks around for any weapon. If the Ironborns come back, this time she will be ready. She will not be easily raped again. Never again.
A figure suddenly appeared at the entrance where the two Ironborns departed. Astrid panicked, as she still was unable to find a weapon to protect herself. However, upon getting a good look, she realized she was mistaken.
It was not an Ironborn. It was a woman. Dark-haired, beautiful, and amazon. She was well dressed in armor and well-armed with sword and shield.
"Don't worry," the woman says to Astrid gently. "I mean you no harm. I will take care of you!"
She took off her grey cloak and wrapped it around her, covering her bruise and naked body. Then she gently took her outside. Outside, Astrid saw the tide was changing.
The Ironborns no longer had the upper hand. They begin slaughter in great numbers. Not just armed Northmen. But Northmen riding winged great beasts.
0o0o0
The woman that she met was Lady Morgana Skyryder, sister of Jon Stark of House Stark and wife of Adrian Skyryder of House Skyryder. The creatures that assisted her and her men were Griffins.
It seems the rumors about the Griffins were true after all. They were beautiful, but terrifying at the same time. She spots a light of intelligence from the creature's eye, yet they proved to be extremely ferocious when she witnesses a Griffin rip apart an Ironborn with its beak and talons, piece by piece.
All the Ironborns that attacked Astrid's village have been ultimately defeated. Many of them were executed on the spot. The rest were detained and under guard by the Skyryder Guards and their Griffins.
Morgana was bust taking care of Astrid. She has a Maester treated her injuries as well as the women of the village, mostly who been raped. Astrid was less concerned of her injuries, she wanted to find her family.
She did find her family—they were all dead. All of them butchered by the Ironborns, as if they're cattle. This blinded her with tears over her dead family. It was when Morgana reacted.
"Who's the leader of these bastards!" Morgana demanded.
"Their leader was Urton Hoare of House Hoare," a Captain of House Skyryder Guards informed. "But I'm afraid he got away!"
"Then who's the remaining leader!" Morgana persisted.
"I think an Ironborn called Markas the Ravager," he told her. "One of the villagers informed me he was Urton's Second-in-command in the attack!"
"Then bring him before me!" Morgana ordered. "Now!"
Two Skyryder guards dragged one of the Ironborns right before Lady Morgana Skyryder. He was a big man, with heavy beard and well muscular. But he was not the one that raped her. Astrid hope that her rapist is one of the prisoners that was taken.
However, she noticed Morgana's iron look on her rapist. Whatever she's planning, Astrid senses it's already in hand. And she hopes all the Ironborns suffered before they all died.
"What is your name?" Morgana demanded.
"Markas," Ironborn responded. "If you're going to killed me then get it over with cunt! What is dead may never die!"
"What make you think I'm going to killed you?" Morgana coldly questioned him, gazing down on the rest of the Ironborn prisoners. "I'm not going to killed you, because you're going to be a message to rest of your cursed kind back in the Iron Islands—although you and your friends are going to wish to your God I did— strip him of his breeches!"
Markas was confused but in panic as he tried to fight off the guards. However, he was outnumbered and overpowered and was forced to the ground. His breeches rip from him, everything below his waistline naked.
"What the hell do you think you're doing you bitch!" Markas snapped, while still struggling. Morgana 's guards tied up rope around his wrists and ankle, forcing him to stretch out, both arms and legs.
"Do you want to know why you and your colleagues are not hanged along the rest of the Iron scums?" Morgana says. "Because you're all rapists—the vilest in this world. Perverted beasts that plague girls' virtues."
"You and your friends focus their time raping every girl in this village during the carnage," she continues. "Taking away their dignity, leaving them nothing. Now—I'm going to take away your dignity and leave you nothing!"
It was without warning, a Griffin walked up from behind Morgana. It looked down on Markas, like a piece of meat that needs to be consumed.
"What are you doing?" Markas demanded, started looking extremely frightening as he felt the beast's magnificent and cold gaze looking down on him. Seeing the man hat raped looking like this, Astrid seems eager to see what happened. There was no way in hell she was going to miss this.
"You and your friends are going to take a message to rest of your people," Morgana told the Ironborn. "That's the reason why you're all still alive!"
"Then what the hell is the bloody message is!" Markas shouted angrily, trying to hide his fear.
"You're the message," Morgana cruelly says with a smile. "There is no need for words. Actions speaks louder than words!"
"What?" Markas responded, confusedly.
"Sorry—my husband's words," Morgana begins explained simply. "I once asked him why he mutilated the Andals at High Heart and hung their entrails on the Weirwood branches. He says he wants send message to rest of the Andals. There is no need for words, he says, Actions speaks louder than words!"
Giving Markas an evil grin, Morgana pats her Griffin as she says "Her name is Mother. She is a gift from my husband, Adrian Skyryder of Bastion's Peak, Lord of the Northern Mountains after we got married. I trained her personally to respond to the words from the Northern Old Tongue. For example, whenever I speak the word "Schwanz", she can rip and eat a man genitals from between his legs—do you care to see?"
"No!" Markas begged; his eyes radiated with total terror. "Pleases—in the name of all Gods—NO!"
"Mother—Schwanz!" Morgana commanded in Old Tongue language.
The Griffin called Mother lowered her head down and used its beak to bite off Markas's whole genitals, swallowing it. The Ironborn screamed to high heavens.
He was not the only one who had been One by one, fifty-seven Ironborns had been brutally castrated or emasculated by Mother. One by one, all their irreparable wounds were violently cauterized, burning hot metal began used to seal their bleeding and the tear of flesh in between their legs.
All of them, like Markas, were screaming to the High heavens.
It was the most painful and sufferable experience the Ironborns had ever endured in their lives. And for Astrid and every girl who been raped by these monsters—it was the beautiful sight that brought smile on their faces.
"Take these— Eunuchs—back to their ship," Morgana ordered her guards.
"Do you want us to burn the rest of the Ironborn ships my lady?" a Skyryder guard asked.
"No," Morgana responded. "My husband has some idea on building a fleet for the North. The Ironborn's longships would prove useful!"
"Yes, my lady," the Skyryder guard responded.
As the Skyryder guards escorted them back to their ship, Astrid still can't take her eyes of Morgana. Lady Morgana Skyryder. A true lady of war—something Astrid finds so astonishing and amazing. It was in that moment; her shame was completely forgotten.
Before attack on her village, all Astrid wanted was a simple life. Find a man to be married and raise a family. She wanted to kill herself after her rape and death of her family. Not only to escape the shame of begin violated, but also to escape the fear of carrying a Ironborn's bastard in her.
Yet seeing Lady Morgana Skyryder. All of that change. She was everything she never though was possible. Brave, fierce, and a born leader. Not to mention she was a tamer and rider of the most Beautiful and terrifying creature she ever seen. It was that moment, something awoken within Astrid. Something that gave her strength of will, overcome her shame and grief. Whatever it is, it encourages with simple words.
"I want to be like Morgana Skyryder!" Astrid thought with hope and pride.
Glossary
House Skyryder guards: The House Skyryder guards are guardsmen and men-at-arms in the service of House Skyryder. All members of House Skyryder guards were known as gray cloaks, for their use of wearing grey cloaks. The House Skyryder guards are charged with defending and patrolling the lands of House Skyryder as well as serving and protecting the Lord of Bastion's Peak and his family. A well-balanced and flexible fighting force, members of House Skyryder guards are trained in all forms of combat, from melee weaponry to archery. Also, all House Skyryder guards are trained Griffin Riders and are skilled fighters, one of them could hold their own against ten men.
