Sansa walked the halls of Maegors' Holdfast, shivering from the damp coldness. This castle, which was not too long ago bustling with busy servants and Handmaids. Giggling Ladies prancing through the halls without a care in the world. Strong, brave Knights standing ready to put their lives on the line for the safety of the Realm. None of that seemed real anymore. The castle was dark, cold, and grim. All those brave Knights were outside now, dying by the thousands in the name of their so-called King. The Ladies on the other hand, were brought to the Royal Sept, it is there they would cower together before meeting their end.

Sansa thought about returning to them, but then shook her head at the mere idea. What was the point, Cersei wouldn't be able to protect them. The horrible woman said so herself. Sansa felt sick to her stomach, she wanted to cry but found herself unable to. Perhaps I have been crying too much of late. She thought. The Lannister's cruelty seemed never ending. Sansa cursed the Lannister's, she cursed the King, and she cursed this horrid city. I hope Stannis burns King's Landing to ash.

Her feet suddenly stopped still. Looking around curiously, she had not realized she had walked straight to her bedroom. A sudden wave of drowsiness took hold of her. Perhaps I shall sleep through this nightmare.

She shut the door behind her, finding the room lit in a green hue. Sansa was drawn to her window, finding this hue emanating from outside. What she saw shook her to the core. The entire Blackwater bay on fire, a bright green fire. The view was mesmerizing. She could see Stannis' ships smoldering in green flame as they sank to the deep. Sansa could only find one word to describe it, beautiful.

'Fucking Horrific, isn't it?'

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

'What are you doing he…'

'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.'

'Ser 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?'

'Perhaps I'm looking for some consolation. Would that be so wrong?'

'Shouldn't you be out there fighting the army?'

He laughed. 'You'd like that wouldn't you. Saves you from the sight of this ugly mug, eh?' Sansa stared at the floor, feeling somewhat ashamed. 'No, I think I have done enough fighting in service of this blasted crown. I'm leaving this city, and the only way they will get me back is in bloody pieces.' He stood off the bed, moving closer to her. 'I could take you with me. Would you like that? I know I am not the most pleasing company, but I'm no Joffrey.' She was hesitant to answer, unsure which fate would be worse. She was surprised to find herself nodding.

He came even closer, standing inches away from her face. Sansa could smell the wine on his breath. She turned her head away, sparing herself from the smell and the sight of his hideous scar. 'Very well, little bird. But understand that I am not doing this out of the goodness of my heart. I told you the reason I came here was "consolation". When I was out there fighting for my life surviving by the skin of my teeth, my mind kept turning back time to the day that mob turned on King Joffrey. The same day I rescued you from those Fleabottom peasants. I couldn't help but think, what an idiot I was. I'm about to die without stealing a taste of that young Stark bitch.' Sansa stepped back from him, more frightened than ever. Clegane clasped his hand around her arm, pulling her close. '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. 'Then I would have had my turn with you, stretch your cunt beyond repair. How would've you liked that, eh?' Sansa stared deep into his dark eyes. She was frozen in fear, completely helpless to 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 held her tight. 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 more or less at an end. Stannis' army breached the walls, flooding through the city with a viscous thirst. Anyone who was lucky enough to be alive either ran or pleaded for their life. As for King Stannis, he was nowhere to be found. Since the battles end, search parties wandered through the battle ground, finding not even a corpse. Even without a body to confirm, rumors spread throughout the army concerning his death.

The next man 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 meanwhile whimpered on the ground, her dress above her waist. The Hound hovering 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, yanking her close. Her vagina swallowed his cock to the hilt. He thrusted faster and faster, her wails turning to moans, as the rabid beast ravaged her fat pussy.

'That's it, sing me a song, little bird.' 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 was then suddenly broken open, Baratheon men filling 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 roared in fury, 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 uttering a sound. 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 Joffrey. 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 had to endure. The crowned man stared her up and down, licking his lips. Sansa pulled her dress down, oblivious of her left breast was hanging out.

The man in front of her laughed. 'Don't play the innocent maiden with us, 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 rubbing 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 the throbbing member. She made muffled moans 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 their 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 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, Stannis' men had already had their way with every woman in the Red Keep.