Sansa walked the empty halls of Maegors' Holdfast. The halls that were once full of busy servants, guards, and blushing maidens; were now cold, somber, and bleak. Everyone was either fighting Stannis' army, or hiding away with the Queen regent. She should be with them, Sansa told herself. But then scornfully retracted the statement. That horrible woman couldn't protect anyone. She said so herself. But I am a hostage. She thought. Surely Stannis would spare me. No, Cersie knew more than anyone how doomed they were. Stannis thought my brother, a traitor as well, why would he feel any pity for me? He will storm the Red Keep soon enough. And our bloody heads will dress the Castle walls. But not before being raped repeatedly. That's what Cersie had said to her before pouring another glass of wine.

Sansa breathed heavily, doing everything she could to hold back the tears. She was tired of crying. She was tired of the Lannisters' cruelty. And she was above all else, tired of Kings Landing.

She clung to the stone wall, tears streamed down her cheek. Rage burned inside her, burned so hot, her stomach hurt. She sobbed, 'I hope Stannis burns this city to ash.'

She stood back up again, wiping the tears from her face, and regaining whatever composure she lost. She then walked on, seeking the comforts of her own bed.

She entered her chambers, finding the place lit up in a green hue. She walked towards her windows to find the origin, only to find the entire bay on fire. The display was mesmerizing. She could see Stannis' ships smoldering in green flame as they sank to the deep. It lit a fire in her heart. Hell, she thought she was going to cry again. The only word she could think of was, Beautiful.

'Fucking Horrific, isn't it?'

Sansa gasped in shock, turning to find a large shape sitting on her bed.

'What are you doing her…"

'Isn't it obvious?' The gruff voice interrupted. He turned his head, letting the green light shine on the right side of his face. Showing his ugly scars bright as day. 'I know better than anyone what fire does to a man.'

'Sir Sandor…'

'Do not call me that.' His voice cut coldly through her. 'I am no knight you stupid girl. Even the stupidest of girls would know that just by looking at me.'

'What are you doing in my room?'

'You know what I am.' He stood from the bed. Slowly striding towards her. 'Go on, say it.'

'I said, what are you doing in my room?' He ignored her question, as he stumbled towards her. She could smell the wine on his breath.

'Go on.' He repeated, grabbing her by the shoulders. 'SAY IT.'

Her eyes watered. 'A dog.' She whimpered.

'That's right. I'm a fucking mongrel. Everyone knows it. And yet, that little shit of a King placed me into his Kingsguard.' He chuckled as if he just heard a joke. 'To hell with em.' He sighed. 'It's their fault, not mine. I never lied. I never claimed to be anything else but what I am. It's their mistake for thinking I could protect anyone.'

'You saved me.' Sansa blurted out.

'What….'

'You saved me.' She said a little louder.

'Yes, and what did that get me, huh? Nothing but a stupid girl who's too scared to look at her savior.' She stared at the ground, either because she was ashamed or frightened, she didn't know. 'I should have let that mob have its way with you. It would have given me quite a show.' He grabbed her by the jaw and made her look at him. 'Perhaps I would've been inclined to join in. How would've you liked that eh?' Sansa stared deep into his dark eyes. They frightened her more than anything. More than his ugly scars. She was completely helpless from him. 'Well pretty bird. Does your knight get any reward? A kiss maybe?'

Trembling, Sansa took a deep breath and leaned forward, placing a dry kiss on his left cheek. But before she could pull away, Sandor Clegane grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. His tongue invaded her mouth, delighting in the taste of her own saliva. She moaned in terror, too weak to pull away.

The battle outside was at an end. Stannis' army was triumphant. Anyone who was lucky enough to be alive knew it. As for King Stannis himself, no one knew. Since the battles ended, no one had seen him. Rumors went around about seeing him being struck down during the siege.

The next in command, Imry Florent, was also missing. Most men assumed he was most likely dead. Without anyone in command, the soldiers began sacking the city. Raping and plundering as they saw fit. The main host began storming Maegors' Holdfast. They flooded the halls, going room to room. They wanted riches, they wanted women, and above all else, they wanted the Queen.

Sansa whimpered on the ground, her dress above her waist. Hound hovered above her. His lips sucked on her neck as his throbbing member plunged deep inside her. She wailed in pain as he thrusted in and out. She grabbed a table leg, hoping to pull herself free. But that hope was shattered as the Hound gripped her meaty ass. Pulling her close to his groin, thrusting faster and faster. Her wails turned to moans, as the rabid beast ravaged her fat pussy.

'Is the little bird that much of a Masochist?' The Hound chuckled. Sansa then realized that she had instinctively curled her legs around Sandor's waist. Keeping their groins pressed together in a hot embrace.

Sandor heaved her left leg over his shoulder, repeatedly thrusting as he kissed her silky smooth thigh. Sansa then began squealing as she sprayed her hot liquid all over the hound. She laid there, breathing heavily. Her head filled with lust and shame.

The door just then burst open, men of the Stag army filled the room. They were shocked and amused to find the Hound butt naked, with a poor woman at the end of his cock. There was a cold silence, everyone afraid to make the first move. Sandor then took it on himself to initiate the action. Leaping on the man nearest to him. He dug his thumbs into his skull before prying the spear from his hands. However, before he could get up, two more were upon him. Slicing and stabbing at his naked chest. Sandor began stabbing wildly. Killing one for each wound he'd been given. However his retaliation was brought to a quick end with a spear to his calf. He dropped to his knees, growling like a cornered beast. With blood drooling from his lips, he spat, 'I'll find you in hel….' His throat was then sliced open, his blood pouring out.

Sansa staired in horror. Unable to move, incapable of saying a word.

The blood soaked men then circled around her, mesmerized at her half naked body. The man in front of her was dressed up in gold and jewels. On his brow sat the crown of King Joffery. Sansa concluded that some of the men must have raided the castle's treasury.

Sansa hated that crown. It seemed to be present for every horrible punishment she has endured. The crowned man stared her up and down, licking his lips. Sansa pulled her dress down, unaware, her left breast was hanging out.

The man in front of her laughed. 'Your gonna play the innocent maiden after we found you getting plowed like a well trained whore?'

Sansa shivered. 'I am no whore. I am Sansa Stark. My brother will reward you greatly for bringing me to him.'

'The Wolf boy?' They stood there for a moment, almost like they were considering it. But Sansa's hope was shattered as they began laughing. 'Stupid bitch thinks she can bullshit her way out of this.' Sansa then stood, ready to run. 'You two, hold her down.' They leapt on her, tearing her dress to shreds. 'Open her mouth, I want to feel the wolf's soft tongue.' They clutched at her jaw, opening it wide before the crowned man shoved his cock deep down her throat. She gagged and convulsed. Drool and whatever else poured from her bottom lip. The sounds she made, began to engorge the men around her.

'Hell, look at that pussy.' One man exclaimed. 'So fat and juicy. So ready to be ravaged.' He kneeled down beside her. Gently he rubbed her vagina. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. 'I think the bitch is enjoying herself.'

'What a good little whore.' He pulled his cock out of her mouth, and leaned down. 'Stick out your tongue like a good doggy.' Sansa obeyed without question. Her tongue was pink and wet. Saliva poured off of it. The man then intertwined his tongue with hers. She moaned with ecstasy as the other soldier sank his fingers deeper into her vagina.

They were toying with her. Making her a shameless fucktoy. She couldn't deny it. It made her feel good. Being treated as a cum dump gave her pleasure like no other.

She turned around and stuck her ass up. The men's mouths filled with saliva, seeing Sansa's juicy ass shamelessly displayed for them. The two men took her from both ends. One shoved his cock deep, down her throat, while the other forced his way up Sansa's asshole. Inch by inch he took in the pleasure of her anal walls tightly hugging his throbbing member. Sansa's eyes were wide with shock. She squealed and moaned with a cock still ravaging her mouth.

The group of men stroked their cocks as they watched the poor girl get turned into a spit roast. It was morose yet gratifying, seeing an innocent maiden be turned into an indecent cum dump right before your eyes.

Once the two men had thoroughly filled her up, two more would take their place. Each one, competing to see who could stretch out her tight little holes the most.

By the end, they had all had their way with her. Sansa had been sexually abused and humiliated every way they knew how. Her young pussy and asshole were gaping cum shoots at that point. Hot white liquid leaked out of her. She was left panting on the ground. Unable to make sense of her surroundings.

Kings Landing was eventually saved by Tywin and his army. He had taken them by surprise, storming Maegors' Holdfast, literally catching them with their breaches down their ankles. However, by the time they made it to the castle, the men had already had their way with every woman in the Red Keep.