Catelyn typically hated the smell of fish, so she stayed away from wharves and piers when she could. King's Landing didn't have that problem, mainly because it smelled of shit and human waste - Catelyn's nose stung, and she had to cover her face with a bit of her sleeve, as nausea was taking her a bit, especially with the wind coming off Blackwater Bay.

People on the pier split as she and Gregor walked by, fearful of the large man.

They were leaving the city, headed back to the North, with more questions than answers. The attack on her son, a Northern conspiracy - it seemed far-fetched, but then again, so was anything at this point. She didn't know what to think - but her husband's inaction in the matter, the matter of their son - well it was obvious that the task of discovering what ills were befalling her family were on her shoulders. Well, hers and Gregor's.

He had become her anchor in so many ways. Never backing down, never unsure; his will as hard, and as firm as his muscles or cock. He was the one who saved her son's life, he was the one who silenced Littlefinger, now he was the one who found them passage back north - They weren't going all the way back to Winterfell, however. Even if unsubstantiated, the idea of a power grab in the North with Ned's absence unnerved Catelyn greatly, so they needed to regroup. Her sister in the Vale, it had been years since she saw her last, but she had always been paranoid of actors working against them. Everyone thought her touched, but now - well Catelyn couldn't help but wonder if her paranoia was warranted. So they would travel to the Eyrie to see her - The Wagon they came in was out of commission and would've taken too long regardless, so by sea was the smartest and fastest way, at least until they reached The Vale.

The ship was at the edge of the dock, The Sunflower, A large 2 masted galley of Dornish origin. Catelyn didn't know what cargo they held, but it seemed they had room for travelers. The crew was loading various crates and barrels as they approached, and a Summer Islander, adorned in bright and colorful robes and supervising the others as they worked - Catelyn assumed he was the captain. He turned towards them, and his eyes widened at the sight of Gregor. Some men stopped working and gawked at him. Some men gawked at HER.

"I must say, when my cabin boy said two people were looking for passage, I did not expect a very lovely woman, and a giant." The man said, turning to look at them.

"Are you the captain of this ship?" Catelyn asked. The man stood up straight, before going into a dramatic bow, extending his arms to his side in a flowy fashion.

"That I am." He said. "Ashlam Iago, at your service."

Ashlam grabbed Catleyn's hand and gave the back of it a kiss. She snatched it away, frowning a bit.

"We need to go North." Gregor interrupted gruffly. "To the Vale."

"Well then you're in luck, because me and my crew are headed to Gulltown." Ashlam replied. "And we have the space, perhaps not the kind of space a man of your size is used to, but enough space to take you as passengers…that is if you have the coin, of course."

Gregor glances down to Catelyn expectantly. He hadn't spent a cent of his own money the whole trip. Cat reached into her sleeve and pulled out a small coin purse. It was the last of her own coin until they reached her sister in the Eyrie. She tossed it to Ashlam, who caught it in one hand.

"Yes, this will do nicely." Ashlam said, fingering through the gold, a broad smile on revealing his rather white teeth. "We have a spare room, should fit you and your lady, if you duck."

"Hmph." Was all Gregor responded with. Ashlam eyed him up and down, his brown eyes studding Gregor curiously.

"Are you a knight my good sir?" Ashlam asked. Eying Gregor's dark armor

"The fuck else do I look like?" Gregor said gruffly.

"A mountain." The captain laughed cheerily, not knowing the irony of his then turned his attention to Catelyn, openly leering at her.

"And you-" He purred, still smiling

"She's my whore." Gregor snapped. Catelyn's eyes widened, and she looked up at him. He didn't even glance at her, still looking at Ashlam. To add to his claim, Gregor reached behind Catelyn, and grabbed a large handful of her meaty ass. Catelyn squeaked as his meaty gauntlet dug into the flesh of her backside through her dress. But she said nothing, not wanting to contradict Gregor's words. Some of the men looked at the scene, clearly envious of the large man, wishing it was their hands groping her ass.

Ashlam raised a curious eyebrow at the pair, before laughing again.

"A knight with his own traveling whore." He guffawed. "I do like the way you Westerosi do things."

Catelyn flushed a bit - the man didn't even question that she was a whore.

"You may enter the ship and get comfortable in your quarters if you like." The Captain told them. "My men still have a bit of loading to do. Your room is on the 2nd deck, end of the hall.

Gregor just grunted, and nodded his head.

"Come on." He ordered, giving Catelyn's ass a hard spank, which sent her stumbling forward. She squealed, and walked quickly, keeping her head down to avoid the gaze of some of the crew members who were snickering and making comments. When they got to their room, Gregor set their few belongings down and began to take off his armor. Catelyn closed the door behind them, and glared at him.

"Why did you tell him I was a whore?" She seethed. Gregor didn't stop removing his armor, but he glanced at her and sneered.

"You know very little of life." He told her. Catelyn frowned, wondering what the hells that meant. "You think goods are the only thing ships carry, that they only sell their wares at ports? They also sell information."

"Information?" Catelyn repeated.

"You think the captain cares I'm a knight, stupid woman?" Gregor asked with a sneer. "He cares about what he can tell others, what he can inform. A knight and a well-dressed woman traveling together on an otherwise unremarkable vessel? Someone might be interested in that information."

Catelyn opened her mouth to retort, but closed it quickly, considering his words. Their presence on the ship was an oddity, as was them even being in proximity to each other. She was in the dark, not knowing who their enemies were, and who might be listening and plotting to further hurt her and her family.

"That…still doesn't explain why you told him I was a whore." She replied, but with less conviction than before.

Gregor shucked off the upper portion of his armor, letting it fall to the ground with a loud thud. "A whore raises less questions than a lady." He replied simply.

Catelyn pursed her lips. She didn't want to admit it, but that DID make alot of sense. Gregor was being cautious, to protect them, to protect her. She nodded her head amenably. "I can… see the reason in that."

Gregor reached out with his now bare hand, and grabbed her roughly by the chin, making her head tilt to look at him fully.

"That means you're not a lady on this ship." He told her sternly. Catelyn swallowed thickly, her jaw starting to ache, but she made no move to get away from him. "Just remember that."

Catelyn nodded her head the best she could with his grip on her face. He understood it well enough, releasing her with a small shove, which was enough to send Catelyn stumbling back into the door.

"Now help me out of these fucking greaves."

—-

Catelyn knew it was going to be a long trip, despite their travel time being estimated at only a sennight and 3 days.

She was not used to being treated as a commoner; she was the daughter of a powerful house, and the wife of an even more powerful one - but on The Sunflower, well she might as well have been a chamber maid. But a chamber maid might have had a bit more dignity, here she was a whore.

Her choice in clothing probably didn't help. She had practically replaced her entire wardrobe with more revealing, and downright brazen dresses in her effort to keep Gregor's interest. The tight southern dress that hugged her body, the neckline that showed off an obscene amount of and threatened to pop her breasts out with every step and bounce, she certainly looked the part of a whore, if albeit an expensive one. The crew seemed to treat her as such. Despite being the one to literally pay the captain, it seemed that he and the rest of the crew saw Gregor as the one who booked passage, and Catelyn was just his luggage. Pinches at her ass, "accidental" swipes of her breast, thighs were common - a crew of rowdy sailors who now had a woman that wasn't in some port whore house, a blessing at sea for them. Catelyn hated it, hated being treated like that by THEM, but Gregor's words stuck with her; with unknown enemies, she didn't dare reveal her status, she just had to bear it all. In theory, it could've been worse, most of them had the sense, even if it was bare minimum, not to go beyond those small touches - most.

Benson - a Dornishman of Andal features, pale with thinning gray hair that looked to have been blonde at some point. He was the row master, a gravely voice to bark at the oarsmen. He was somehow less pleasant than the rest. One evening, she had just come from speaking with the captain. She wanted to know the where they were on their trek. The Captain wasn't too interested in speaking with the luggage, so he gave her an unsatisfying noncommittal answer. Catelyn wanted to push the issue, but didn't want to seem too desperate and raise any unneeded questions. When she walked down from the deck into the second, Benson and another man were waiting for her in the narrow stairwell. Catelyn tried to push past them, giving them a polite "excuse me." that they didn't deserve. But as she passed Benson grabbed her by her upper arm, pressing his body into hers, forcing back to the stairwell wall.

"How much?" Benson asked, voice dripping with seediness. Catelyn gave him a hard frown and tried to wrench her arm away. She knew what he was propositioning, but still she played dumb,

"I have no idea what you mean." She sneered.

"Oh spare me, whore." Benson scoffed. "You could be making some good coin on this ship, plenty of men who want to spend a night with ya. So how much?"

"More than your MEAGER salary could afford." Catelyn bit, letting her noblewoman tenor slip in to add to her insult of him. He frowned deeply, his thin eyebrows knitting downward. "And by the look of you, you wouldn't need a night, you'd hardly need an hour."

It was a vulgar insult for a lady of her station, but the look in the man's face was worth it. Benson bared his crooked teeth at her, and pushed her harder against the wall. He looked like he might do something rash, until his comrade grabbed his arm, shaking his head. Benson stopped, clearly furious - Catelyn met his gaze in defiance, not letting the man intimidate her. Slowly, his grip on her arm began to let up, and Catelyn thought she verbally vanquished the man - that was until he pursed her lips, and spat in her face; a wet glob of saliva hitting her right between the eyes. Catelyn flinched -of course she did, she just got spit on by a salty seaman, but she stood her ground, maintaining her fiery gaze with him, not letting him see her shaken, even though she was internally reeling. He fully let go of her arm, only to bring it up and palm her face with his bony fingers.

"Useless cunt." He barked, pushing her face so that she was past him, before giving her ass a hard spank, almost sending her stumbling down the stairs, before marching up to the top deck with his crewmate. Catelyn quickly scampered to her quarters, rubbing off the man's spit with the back of her sleeve, shuddering in disgust. When she entered the room, Gregor was on the bed - it was much too small for him, made for a man slightly over 6 feet at best, but it was all they had. He hadn't much left the room, sending Catelyn out whenever he needed or wanted something, subjecting her to the crew. She looked up from his laying position, eyebrow quirking at the strained expression on Catelyn's face.

"Problem?" He asked laconically. Catelyn considered, for the moment, crying to him like some wench, but she wanted to maintain a modicum of dignity- to not run to him like a damsel because some commoner acted untoward. Instead, she stole herself, repeating in her head that it was all temporary. She forced her face to shift back to neutrality, and shook her head.

"Just sea sick." She lied.

Gregor grunted, not showing whether he believed her or nor, He sat up and told her, "Get on the bed."

Catelyn sighed - even within their temporary quarters, she could find little peace, Gregor's libido made sure of that. When she was in their quarters, it was an unspoken decree that Catelyn would be at work trying to make Gregor come, whether that be from her mouth, cunt, tits, or whatever part of her body he fancied at the moment. On the second day, he made her jerk him off using some of her hair, and painted the top of her fiery head white, before making her go out and get him some wine. While the crew of the Sunflower were bawdy and brazen, Gregor was obscene and vulgar with her. On the rare occasions they were both out of the quarters and milling about, he wouldn't change his behavior to spare whatever dignity she had left. While the crew mates would pinch and slyly touch, Gregor would just grope her in full view of whomever might have been around. His fingers digging into the flesh of her ass, reaching into the top of her dress to palm at a tit for minutes on end. Catelyn would flush red, and put up a half-hearted effort to stop him, before usually being dragged back into their quarters where she'd be fucked into the small and uncomfortable bed; her moans loud enough to ring through the ship and into the ears of all the crew. She might have been a whore as far as they were concerned, but she didn't think Gregor had to treat her like one while people were watching.

Gregor of course was uncaring of the stares of the other men, the surprise and disgust that turned into lust and jealousy. Catelyn however was very much aware of it, as she was the target of the glares. As far as the crew was concerned, she and Gregor were guests vs, passengers, and the least she could be doing was spreading her legs for them. It also didn't help that Gregor had a blatant disregard for the crew, shoving them out the way when he walked by, taking double helpings of meals; they weren't making friends, they weren't even making acquaintances. They were making themselves rather disliked on the ship, but as a knight, the men could do very little to Gregor - but Catelyn didn't have the protection of her noble name at the moment, she was just a lowly whore, something was going to give.

And on the 8th night, the levee broke.

Catelyn had to use the loo - a rather unpleasant experience given it was shared with 2 dozen other men, but it was what she had to suffer through temporarily. At the bow of the ship at the beakhead, Catelyn had to walk deck in the cool night. The night watch crew was scant, as it was so late, they were letting the wind navigate them at a steady pace. A few of the men regarded her in the dark, giving her the stares and glares they had over the last few days, but she ignored them, and they maintained their work. When she walked down the step to the lower decks, she was alone, all the crew who were relieved for the night were in their cabins and bunks, sleeping or drinking.

Except for a few - Catelyn turned a corner, and she ran into a mass, a chest. She took a step and a half back, looking at a dark haired, swarthy man with a short beard, the same man who had been at Benson's side. Catelyn didn't have much the way of instincts, but she knew a trap when she saw one. Before she could open her mouth, and hand came from behind her, clamping itself over her mouth tightly; a pale hand, Benson's hand. Another hand latched onto her upper arm, and she felt hot breath on her cheek.

"Come on, make this easy for us." Benson said slimily from behind her. She, of course, did not. She screamed through the hand, and began to thrash, kick and pull away. Benson just tightened his grip on her, and yanked her back. The dark haired man caught her kicking feet, but not before Catelyn gave him some hard kicks to the stomach and chest, and lifted her off the ground. Squirming and bucking in their grasp, the two crew men hurriedly carried Catelyn into a store room. They kicked the door closed, and pinned her onto some crates.

"Yell all you want, nobody can hear ya in here." The darker man stated. So Catelyn did, caterwauling and thrashing about, Benson gave her some choice slaps to the face; they stung of course, but Catelyn's pain tolerance had increased a fair amount since being with Gregor, so she barely reacted to the slaps, just setting her jaw and glaring at the men. She did still her movements, however; they had her pinned down firmly, and she didn't intend on wasting her energy that she desperately needed. The darker man brandished a bent, dull looking knife, one that smelled like it was used for gutting fish.

"Don't cause no fuss." Benson told her. "Make it easy, and we'll be as gentle as we can be." he lied.

For a moment, Catelyn considered revealing her noble status, but she thought better of it - they'd likely think it was some desperate attempt to get away. Instead, she gave them a hateful glare and bared her teeth.

"You damned fools." She barked at them, almost in a laugh. "You don't know what you are doing."

It was true, they had no idea what they were bringing upon themselves.

But the two sailors just laughed, so pleased with themselves.

"We're gonna fuck the piece of cunt that's been teasing us for days, that's what we're gonna do." Benson stated.

"You're going to die." Catelyn told them, like a prophecy. Benson gave her hair a harsh yank.

"Watch your mouth, bitch." He warned. He nodded to his comrade, who brought his knife to Catelyn, and began to cut her night slip. She gave a bit of a struggle, but the garment was cut from her easily, it was thin and there wasn't much of it to begin with. In only three swipes of his knife, Catelyn was left completely bare. The two crewmen stared hungrily, practically watering at the mouth like hyenas. Benson took one of his filthy hands and squeezed Catelyn's right breast roughly, while the other tried to force his hand between Catelyn's legs; she squeezed them together tightly on instinct, trapping the man's hand, but ensuring his fingers could only swipe at her folds.

"Fuck, I can't wait any longer." Benson said ravenously. His hand went to his roughspun trousers, and pushed them down, his pale, hard cock popping free.

Perhaps in a past life, she might have been intimidated by the sight of a grimy man's cock. It was around 7 inches with blemishes, and perhaps to some other poor maid he undoubtedly forced himself on, it would have brought tears and fear - but after Gregor and the bitch breaking weapon he had between his legs, Benson's cock was laughable.

So that's what Catelyn did - she laughed.

Loud and boisterous guffaws, the kind that would've been unbecoming of a lady, her eyes staring directly at his prick so that the source of her mirth was unquestionable. The darker man looked confused, and Benson's face burned red with fury.

"Shut up-" He barked. Catelyn just laughed louder and harder.

"I said shut your mouth!" Benson screamed. The other crewman flinched, and looked towards the door, perhaps worried someone might hear Benson's yelling. Catelyn just continued to laugh; a man's ego was unarmored, subject to cuts and stabs. In fury, Benson gave Catelyn another slap, before grabbing her and roughly spinning her around, and bending her over the crate. He gave her ass several hard smacks, before his hand latched onto her hip. The darker man pushed down on her upper back to keep her pinned.

"I'll show you, I'll show you." Benson repeated. Catelyn could hear him shifting and stumbling behind her, lining himself up with her entrance. "I'll fuck you fucking bloody. I'll tear you in half-"

Then there was a gasp, like the air was taken from someone's lungs all at once.

Catelyn still found herself surprised with quietly Gregor could move despite his size; it almost defied reason. The pressure on Catelyn's back disappeared suddenly, and she was able to stand back up. When she turned back around, Gregor was there as he was inevitably going to be, her knight coming to save his noblewoman. His hand was between? She also was looking at the pained and petrified face of Benson, who was frozen as Gregor had his bare hand between his legs, gripping his manhood in his massive grip.

And then he squeezed, turning Benson's manhood into a horrid mess of blood and flesh. Benson let out a scream that Catelyn could only imagine came when someone was being drawn and quartered. Gregor moved his arm, and lifted Benson from the ground by the remains of his cock and balls. Benson kicked his feet, gurgling screams and crying in horrific pain. His comrade stood, frozen in fear, his knife hanging by his side as his whole body shook.

And just as quickly as Gregor lifted the man, he dropped him, letting him fall to the floor in a heap. Benson curled up into a ball, hand reaching for his cock that was no longer there, just a bloody and terror of a mess. He let out a pathetic squeal. He wasn't left to suffer for too long, as Gregor stepped into the room further, stepping directly onto Benson's head. Catelyn barely saw him apply any force, but Benson's head POPPED, like a horse stepping on a melon. He didn't even have the chance to make another sound, before his body seized, then went limp.

Gregor then looked at the darker man, his face passive despite just brutally killing a man. The man stood frozen in place, besides his shaking, petrified beyond reason. Catelyn stepped to the side, trying to avoid stepping on the remnants of Benson's head that was spilled on the floor. Gregor simply reached out to the man - Catelyn turned her head slightly to look away as Gregor took hold of the man. Catelyn heard a yelp, and the sound of bones breaking, then the sound of a body hitting the ground. When Catelyn looked back, the dark man was on his back, the top portion of his had looking as if it was caved in, bleeding from his mouth and ears.

The deadly commotion had awoken most of the ship, and footsteps clambered to the store room. Half the crew stood outside the store room, looking on in horror and confusion. They began yelling, all their voices mixing together in anger and fear. Some head weapons, axes and knives, but didn't dare step into the same room as Gregor, shirtless and covered in blood.

The Captain arrived and pushed through the crowd of men. His eyes widened as he looked into the room, looking between his dead crewmates, Gregor and Catelyn.

"What is the meaning of this?" Ashlam demanded, trying to sound authoritative. Gregor just regarded him slightly, stepping over Benson's body, towards the door. The crew took a fearful step back, but Ashlam stood his ground, even though he clearly broke out into a sweat.

"Your men touched something that wasn't their's." Gregor said simply. Ashlam frowned, and looked past Gregor's large form at Catelyn. The other men did the same. It suddenly dawned on Catelyn that she was completely naked in front of half the crew, and a semblance of modesty returned to her as a blush crawled up her bosom to her face.

Ashlam pursed his lips, intelligent enough to infer what happened.

"Do you not think this was an overreaction." Ashlam asked diplomatically. "Surely you can understand why men who are at sea most months might…balk at temptation. She is a whore after all-"

"MY whore." Gregor replied possessively.

Catelyn just sat there silently, in the nude, as the men spoke of her attempted rape like it was a property dispute. The tension in on the deck could ignite to more violence in an instant. The crew looked ready to riot, but their fear of Gregor kept them at bay. Catelyn wondered if he could take them all if it came down to it. But Gregor didn't seem to have any intention of fighting at the moment, least not them. Instead, he reached back, and grabbed a fistful of Catelyn's red hair. She gasped in surprise and pain as he hauled her to her feet, and began to drag her stumbling to the door. The Captain and crew were caught by surprise, and unsure of what to do, parted from in front of the store room door and allowed Gregor and Catelyn to pass.

"Gregor?!" Catelyn gasped out, grabbing his large wrist. "What are you-"

"Be quiet." Gregor ordered plainly, before yanking her hair harder, continuing to drag her about as the crew followed in confusion. Gregor pulled her all the way to mess hall, where he manhandled her over the nearest table, turning her so that she was looking at the oncoming crew; Gregor positioned himself behind her. She tried to look back at him, but he placed a firm hand on the back of her head, and forced her to look forward at the crew.

"Gregor, just-" She began, before being interrupted by a THUNDEROUS slap to her bare ass. She gasped, more whined, loudly, and was nearly sent over the table by the force of it. It wasn't the piddling spanks she had 'suffered' through at the hands of the crew; it was ferocious, savage, the kind she had come to crave and love.

"Spread yourself." Gregor told her, hand still firmly pinning her down by her head. She tried to look back at him in her periphery, before looking forward at the crew who had huddled by the entrance of the Mess, watching in puzzled concern and confusion, all staring at HER. Though greatly diminished, Catelyn STILL had a sense of shame, and she once again flushed red. But that didn't keep her from obeying, reaching behind and grabbing a hold of her ass cheeks. Slowly she pulled them apart for Gregor - the crew couldn't see, of course, but the implication was clear enough for them to start muttering amongst themselves. She had done this dozens of time before, but to do it in front of people - a surge of humiliation, and despite herself, excitement ran through her. Gregor kicked her feet wider apart, and Catelyn instinctually arched her back and raised her ass in the air more.

"Ser Knight-" Ashlam said carefully, like he was trying to calm down a unruly stead. "Just what is it that you are doing?"

"Making a point." Gregor replied. Catelyn heard him shift, and gasped as she felt his cock flop against the small of her back. She couldn't control herself, her ass wiggling back against him, a wanton display in front of all these men. It was shameful, degrading, but her cunt dripped - like a whore.

Gregor gave no warning as he lined himself up and shunted his manhood into Catelyn's waiting cunt.

"NNNNGGGGHHH" Catelyn moaned, mouth through clenched teeth as she was stretched, even after weeks of laying with him, his cock still felt like it was splitting her open in the best way, her quim clenching against his length in a tight sheath. Her eyes crossed, and the men in front of her blurred. She could make out their astonished expressions, astonishment mixed with jealousy, fear and lust as Gregor rode her brutally.

"By the gods, he's gonna kill 'er" One man said.

"Nay, look at her, she's taking it." Another commented. And he was right, she was taking it - each brutal thrust making, her cunt gushing with each slam of his hips. Catelyn continued to hold herself open, giving Gregor the fullest access she could offer.

*SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK*

The sound of Gregor's hips crashing against Catelyn's jiggling ass was almost deafening, drowning out the sounds of the sea and the creaking of the boat, each thrust threatened to make the table give way. Catelyn's tongue loled out her mouth, and ideas of composure being fucked right out of her brain. She was getting fucked in front of some dirty seamen, her cunt ravaged, and she wouldn't have been anywhere else. In her fucked out delirium, she thought she might've let Gregor fuck her in front of all of Winterfell.

"This is MY cunt." Gregor grunted, giving his hips an extra hard snap. He was addressing the crew, but Catelyn tried to nod her head. "MY holes, MY bitch."

"YESSSSHHH!" Catelyn drooled, as an orgasm tore through her body. Some of the crew shameless had their hands in their trousers, jerking their pricks at a bitch being broken. Gregor moved both his hand to cradle the side of Catelyn's head, his large fingers hooking into her mouth and pulling her cheeks back. Spit ran down Catelyn;s chin, and her tongue waggled out her mouth in a disgustingly whorish fashion. She was slamming her self back against Gregor's cock, like she was trying to run his cock all the way through herself.

"This is your warning." Gregor said firmly and evenly, like he wasn't balls deep in Catelyn and fucking into her like a maniac. "She is mine. Touch her, and there will be consequences."

Then, no more words were said. Gregor was silent, focusing on ravaging Catelyn, the crew was silent, watching entranced at the scene in front of them; Catelyn was the only one still making noise, senseless babble of pleasure and undignified degrading moans as she continued to get worked. This went on for another half hour, until Gregor let out a grunt, his cock pulsing and balls tightening, emptying himself into Catelyn's womb. Catelyn had gone limp at this point, several orgasm tearing through her, her arms lying limply on the table, her mouth dangling open, and her eyes half closed. When he had finished pumping her full of his seed, he pulled out of her just as carelessly as he had driven into her, cum spilling from her cunt and cascading down her inner thighs. He moved around the table, and the whole crew flinched, worried at what he would do next. But he ignored them, still wet cock swinging between his legs, he walked to another table, where an apple sat. He grabbed it, and ate half of it in a single bite. Then, he left, walking through the crew, who moved out his way like he was made of fire, returning towards his room. As for Catelyn, well she was left there, her cunt leaking come, passed out on the table, muttering to herself in a delirious unconsciousness.

That was the beginning of the last trek of the voyage, one in which there was an…understanding on the ship.

The levee had been broken, ultimately destroyed in fact. With about 3 days left on their voyage, what little decency Gregor had had completely evaporated. He fucked Catelyn, whenever, wherever and in front of whoever. Whether it be bouncing Catelyn on his cock while he ate in the Mess, or her choking on his cock on the upper deck while he looked over at the horizon, Gregor held no shame, fucking Catelyn where ever he happened to find himself, and leaving sticky remnants of when they left. He forbade Catelyn from wearing clothes, so for the last days, she had to traverse the ship completely nude. She still reddened, and felt waves of humiliation - she STILL was a noblewoman, but it was usually, if not temporarily, fucked out of her mind whenever Gregor got a hold of her, turning into a wanton whore who did not care who was watching or judging.

And the crew watched on, trying to keep their distance after he 8th night. Even as Catelyn walked the ship with her tits and cunt out, the men kept their hands to themselves - mostly. There were those who tempted fate, who thought Gregor was bluffing with his talk of "consequences."

The first man "fell" overboard, and another ended up with an axe lodged in his skull.

It was simple; if they touched Catelyn in any way, they died. They were to fearful to fight back, to offer any resistance to this new maritime law they found themselves in, so they just did their best to avoid their deadly passengers.

Catelyn did feel a tad guilty about the first mate, though. He hadn't even meant to touch her - the halls of the ship were narrow, and he was a man a bit on the portly side. A slight brush of her breast as he tried to move past her, with his shoulder of all things. Catelyn hadn't even thought of it as a transgression - but Gregor did. The crew found him hanging from one of the sails.

7 crewmen. That's how many Gregor killed in total. Catelyn wasn't one to condone such feverish violence, especially for offenses that were hardly capital, however another side of her, one that was more primal and growing stronger every day was quite taken by Gregor's willingness to kill for her. Perhaps it came from his own sense of selfish ownership as opposed to her honor, which he had no problem degrading, but still, it reminded of how she felt when Brandon had dueled Petyr all those years ago. Brandon had nearly cut Petyr's heart out, her friend of years, but Catelyn couldn't deny that she had nearly swooned when Brandon delivered the strike that ended the duel, and that her small clothes were rendered a bit sticky.

When they finally arrived at port, and dropped anchor, Catelyn was allowed to wear clothes again. She walked the deck to disembark, and the crewmen scattered away from her, like she was lady death herself. Seemed in the end, even if they didn't respect her like a noblewoman, they feared her all the same.

Gregor wasn't with her as she stepped off the ship, saying he had some final business to attend to. His armor back on, he entered Ashlam's master cabin - the Captain was not happy to see him, sitting behind his desk, he scowled, and leaned back in his chair.

"Well, Ser Knight-" He spat. "You have arrived. Arrived at the expense of my crew - like a damned plague."

"I have never been sick in my life." Gregor replied. "Perhaps your men just had weak constitutions."

Ashlam gave him a disgusted look. "Well your passage is now complete. Get off my ship. I have work to do to rebuild my crew."

Ashlam began to go over scrolls on his desk, doing his best to ignore the giant in front of him. Gregor just stood there, a quarter of a smile on his face.

"Aye." Gregor replied.

In gray flash, Gregor moved - quicker than a man his size, and a man armored, should. His dagger came from his belt, and stabbed through Ashlam's hand, pinning it to his table. The Captain screamed, howled for help.

"Don't think they can hear you." Gregor noted. "Moving your cargo, the bustle of the port. You might as well be at the bottom of the ocean"

Gregor gave the dagger a slight twist, making Ashlam whimper, tears running down the man's dark face.

"I told you there'd be consequences, touching what's mine." Gregor said lowly, bending down to look the captain in his face.

"I-I didn't touch her." Ashlam begged. "I swear!"

"Did you forget already." Gregor laughed horribly. "It was not a fortnight ago. In King's Landing - you kissed her hand."

"What kept you?" Catelyn asked as Gregor descended from the ship.

"Business." He replied simply. Catelyn arched an eyebrow at him. He made a movement with his hand as he passed, tossing something at her. She scrambled to catch it. She looked down, realizing she was holding her coin purse, still full.

"What is this?"

"Refund."

Catelyn looked at the ship for a moment, before turning away from it and following after Gregor. She tucked her coin purse into her sleeve. Some questions didn't have good answers.