The two handmaidens took their time preparing the young Stark girl. One, a delicate girl named Mel went about brushing and braiding Sansa's auburn hair. She was slim by nature, with a head of black hair, and smooth olive skin to go with it. However, slim she was, men could not help but notice her god given curves. Sansa definitely did. The other one, who went by Trish, was less delicate. Her arms and shoulders were bigger than most girls. Her waist was lean, but her hips and thighs were thicker than most. Despite the beauty standards of maidens, no one could deny their attractions to her. She had a habit of sucking people in with her full pink lips and big gray eyes. Her skin was soft and milky white, while her hair, a platinum blond.

The girl leaned in close, applying powder to Sansa's cheeks. She is so close. Sansa thought. I could steal a kiss from her, if I really wanted to. Trish then moved out of sight. Sansa shook her head. What is going on in my perverted little head.

Sansa then grunted as the air in her lungs squeezed out of her.

'Oh my.' Trish said behind her. Her hands, still tightly gripping the laces of Sansa's corset. 'Forgive me Lady. I should have warned you.'

'It's alright.' She said, heaving down air. 'I should've been paying attention. I was….lost in thought.'

'About the King?' Mel piped in.

'MEL…..' Trish said scoldingly.

I guess it's no secret at this point. Sansa thought. The high council had decided the daughter of a traitor was not a good fit as a King's bride. How ironic that they went with the widowed wife of another traitor instead. She sighed. Thank god I don't have to marry that monster any more.

Sansa put a hand over Trish's, which rested on her shoulder. 'It's alright Trish. You two don't need to watch what you say around me. Sure, It broke my heart to be tossed aside. But I do see the wisdom in the King's decision. And…..I guess all along I knew I wasn't a good enough for him.'

Mel crouched in front of her, laying her hand on Sansa's lap. 'Well I think you would have made a great Queen.' She said, smiling sweetly. Sansa couldn't help smiling with her. It felt good talking like this again. Ever since Stannis sieged Kings Landing, and his men ravaged anybody they could get their hands on, the handmaidens have been uncharacteristically quiet. They had been scarred in more ways than one.

Sansa shared their pain. She hated the Hound for what he did to her. But as time went on, she was surprised to find herself mourning over his death. She felt sorry for how he died. Yes he raped her. But he had also saved her life.

She often dreamed of that night. Finding him in her room, reeking of wine. He'd bend her over and have his way with her. Stannis' men would of course barge in. Only this time, the Hound was ready. He slayed them all. He swung his sword like a bloody savage until none were left standing. And then afterward, with his member still throbbing, he'd pin Sansa's head against a pillow, and plow her like a real beast.

'Ahem.' Said the young Envoy appearing without a sound. 'Lady Sansa has been invited to lunch with the Queen regent. She will await you, in her quarters. In regard to this evening's cloudy weather, I suggest the lady is dressed in a cool blue, possibly with silver ornamental.'

Trish's eyes narrowed in annoyance. 'Thank you Loui, if we need your advice in womanly fashion, we'll ask for it.'

'I am only fulfilling my duties as the Queen's prescribed, like always.' He said with his chin raised high.

'I found you quite lacking in your duties last night, keep that in mind as you go about your day, Loui.'

Loui stood with the same elegance, however his beat red face showed anything but. 'Ahem, as you were, lady's.' He said before strolling out.

Trish stared at the door with a twisted smile. 'The arrogance of that boy, I'll be sure to give him a lesson in modesty tonight.'

Mel couldn't help but blush. 'Trish, you can't mean, you have been…...'

'Of course not. Could you imagine such a scene.' Trish said, reverting her demeanor back into the innocent maiden. 'I've simply taken it on myself to teach the boy northern values of courtesy…among other things.'

Mel looked at her suspiciously.

Sansa didn't know she meant by northern courtesies.

'Now, let's get you out of these clothes Lady Sansa.' Trish said.

'Huh?'

'It's gonna be a cloudy day, we need to get you in a cool blue gown. Mel, look in the box and find her silver jewels.

Sansa walked into the Queen Regents room. She found servants around the table, awaiting her. Cersei walked in from the terrace, already indulging in the red wine.. Sansa was always stunned by her beauty. Her golden hair always curled perfectly over her shoulders. Her red dress complemented her mature body. Her waist was wrapped tightly within the well sewn fabric, and her breasts pushed up nice and firm. 'Hello darling, I'm so glad you accepted my invitation.'

Didn't have much choice in the matter. Sansa thought. She returned a formal curtsy . 'My Lady, you look lovely this evening.'

Cersei gave a faint smile. 'Sweet as always.' She took a sip of her wine. 'I find it gets harder to keep up with such young ladies, such as yourself.' She walked over to Sansa, placing a cool hand on her cheek. 'Such smooth skin, what I wouldn't give to be your age again.'

Sansa felt she had no choice but to return another compliment. 'My Lady is too unkind to herself. Young girls like I, strive for your beauty. No matter how impossible it is.'

Cersei smiled and turned away. 'You are too sweet for your own good.' Cersei had the servants pour the wine and lay down appetizers. 'Please sit.' She said before turning to her servants. 'You may leave us. I'm sure us girls can serve ourselves for a couple hours.'

The two women sat across from each other exchanging surface level curtsies. Cersei always enjoyed toying with her emotions. Buttering her up with pleasantries before backhanding her with insults. A Mouse, trapped in a room with a Cat. She'll first bat me around harmlessly, before tearing my limbs off, one by one.

'How are you taking being a single woman again?'

'Heart broken, your grace. But I understand the High council wanting to wed him to a woman with unquestionable loyalty. I only want the best for King Joffrey. If that means stepping aside, so be it.'

'Beautiful…..' Cersei clapped her hands together feigning an enchanted look. 'You almost had me believe it for a second.' Sansa looked at her plate, unable to persuade otherwise. 'I'm sure you were jumping for joy when you heard the news. Finally free from my son's torment. Is that what you think, little dove?' Cersei smiled tormentingly. 'He will never let you go. Not willingly anyways.'

'I….have to marry someone, don't I? I'm the key to the north. Why else would you keep me around.'

'The beauty has some brains as well.' Cersei mocked. 'Yes, no doubt you will marry some poor sap. My Father already has one in mind.''

'What?' Her eyes turned wide. 'Who is it?'

Cersei cocked an eyebrow. 'You still dream of your charming prince, don't you? Sorry dear but you won't be wedding any such thing. Nor that crippled dolt, Willas Tyrell.' Sansa swallowed hard. 'Yes girl, we know about that. Surely you knew it was hopeful thinking. After all, your damaged goods now. After you gave your maidenhood to the hound of all people….'

'I was raped.' She said harsher then she meant to.

'Little dove…' Cersei said in a belittling tone. '...everytime you put on a gown or drape your hair over your shoulders, you're putting your womanhood on display. You put a piece of meat in front of a Dog, don't be surprised when he steals a bite.'

'How can you say that after what those men did to you.'

'It's because of what those men did to me that I can say that. This is a world where you take what you want. You've been here long enough to know that.' Cersei stood and walked over to her. Seating herself on the edge of the table in front of Sansa. 'Poor girl. You don't have to pretend in front of me. You enjoyed every second of it.'

'That's a lie.'

'I see how you strut around here. Tempting any knight to give up their virtue. As if you were a tavern whore.'

'Your cruel.' Cersei grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her head up, forcing Sansa to look at her.

'You didn't even put up a fight, did you. You just laid their and let him fuck you bloody. You gave up your maidenhead without a second thought. Didn't you, little minx.'

Tears streamed down Sansa's face. 'I'm sorry.'

'How do you think Lord Tywin is gonna take this news?'

'Please don't tell him. Please. I want to be wed. I want to go back to Winterfell.' Cersei couldn't hide her amusement. Again, she changed her demeanor back to the affectionate mother.

'Have you had sex with anyone else since that night.'

Sansa shook her head. 'No one.'

Cersei sighed. 'This conversation must never leave this room. I'd be taking an awful risk helping you.'

'I promise. I won't tell anyone.'

'I need to make sure no one would be the wiser.'

'How are you gonna do that?'

'I need to check your body for any scarring. Every part of it.' Sansa turned red. But hesitantly nodded. 'No ones here but us, little dove. Take off your dress.' Sansa did as she was told. She stripped down to her bare ass. Cersei then began investigating every part of her. From the neck she trailed her cool hands down to her developed breasts. Cersei softly squeezed each one, looking around and underneath. She teasingly squeezed her nipples before continuing onward. Trailing her middle finger down the middle of her stomach, producing goosebumps in the process. She finally found herself feeling around her vagina. Using both her hands, she began spreading the lips, displaying her clitoris and all the lubricant that had been developing up until now.

'You really are a hopeless slut.' Cersei muttered.

'What?'

'I need to look deeper. Come over to the bed, bend over the side.' Sansa was hesitant, but knew she had no choice. The young Stark girl bent over, relaxing her head and torso on the mattress, meanwhile displaying her vagina and asshole to the Queen. Cersei was getting wet just by looking at her.

'What do you intend to…. gaaahhh.' Sansa squealed as Cersei's fingers entered her vagina.

The Queen smiled venomously. 'Try to relax, this shouldn't take long. I need to investigate every inch of you.' Sansa breathed deep, trying to regain composure.

This time Cersei added a third, pressing deep into her. 'Mmmmmmm.' Sansa kept her mouth tight. Trying to bear the pain.

'Such a good girl.' Cersei purred, before increasing her speed. In and out, her fingers went. The sounds were wet and sloppy. Sansa's moaning was music to the Queen's ears.

The Stark girl braced her arms, pushing herself up from the bed. However, Cersei placed a hand on her back, shoving her back to the bed. She then bent over, placing her upper body on Sansa's back. The girl was now trapped under the weight of the older woman. Cersei then said softly in her ear. 'I am not done yet, dear. You lay still now. This is for your own good.' Sansa could feel Cersei's large breasts pressed against her back. They were quite warm. She could also tell that the Queen's nipples were hard and stimulated.

'But…your grace…it hurts.'

'Shhhhhh. Quiet girl. If you could take the Hound's cock, you can take this.' Cersei fingered faster, causing Sansa to squeal louder.

Cersei took pleasure in tormenting the young girl. She wanted nothing more than to take Sansa for herself. However, Tywin would have no doubt gone looking for answers if he found out the Stark girl had her cherry pop before her wedding night. There is no point in caution now. Cersei thought, staring lustfully at Sansa. You're already damaged goods.

Sansa screamed as she climaxed. Her pussy sprayed her love juices all over the erotic Queen.

Cersei's arm was soaked to the elbow. She moaned in satisfaction, sticking her dripping fingers into her mouth. She let it linger on her tongue, taking her time to savor the wolf girl's juices.

Sansa laid there panting, unaware of her surroundings. Finally she said, 'Is it finally over?' She could hear the amused voice of the Queen behind her.

'Oh no, my dear.' Sansa's eyes went wide. Quickly looked behind her, finding Cersei Lannister bare naked. She was as beautiful as she was frightening. Sansa thought. 'You and I are gonna be here all night.' Her large breasts heaved with every breath she took. Her nipples were impressively large, pink, and erect. Down below, her pubic hair was as you'd expect, thick, blond, and curly. It was clear as day, the Queen wasn't into regular hedge trimming. Her pubes were bushy and outgrown. Cersei however, held herself with confidence and pride. As would the most beautiful woman in King's Landing.

Sansa would have been in aw if she wasn't so terrified of what hung between the Lannister's thighs. What she saw was a piece of fine crafted glass, shaped to resemble a man's erect cock. Cersei had the item strapped to her hips.

What she intended to do was clear to Sansa. Quickly she tried crawling away. Cersei however, had no intention of letting her prey get away. The Queen grabbed a handful of the girl's auburn hair and pulled her close. 'You be a good slut now and lie still.'

Sansa lied on her stomach, gripping the bed quilt. 'Please stop. Please.' Ironically, the Queen got only wetter from her pleading. Cersei held a tight grip on the girl's hips. Sensually rubbing the tip of her glass cock against Sansa's pussy lips. She squealed innocently. 'Your Grace please, no mor…..' Cersei gave her a hard thrust, making her words fall back in her throat. No sound came out of her. Her face however said it all. Mouth gaping open, eyes wide in pure madness. Cersei then thrusted once more, returning the girl's voice to her. 'Gaahhh….huh.' She squealed.

'No one is coming to save you girl.' The Queen said, thrusting again and again. 'Not your Brother, not your Mother.' Sansa pushed her face against the mattress, refusing to let her tears be seen. 'They can make war in the North all they want. We won't be giving you back. My Father won't allow it, my Son won't allow it, and I certainly won't have it. We Lannister's don't like giving up what's ours. You belong to us, you hear me? You belong to me.' Cersei thrusted faster, harder. Making a mess of the girl's vagina. 'We'll tear you apart piece by piece, like a broken toy. Once I'm done with you, you'll be unrecognizable to your precious mother. All she'll see is a dirty whore.' Cersei finally pulled out. Her slick wet cock glistened in the light. She turned Sansa over and clutched tightly to her throat. 'Are you listening wench?'

Sansa looked at the Queen, tears still running down her cheeks. 'I am not a wench. I am not a whore. I am Sansa Stark of Winterfell, and my Brother will have your head.'

Cersei slapped her hard. 'How dare you talk to your Queen like that.' She gripped Sansa's throat with both her hands before plunging her cock back into her. Cersei fucked her hard, fucked her with all the hate she had in her heart. Not even the Hound fucked Sansa this savagely.

Sansa struggled to breathe. 'P..please. Can't brea…..' Cersei ignored her pleading, she took too much pleasure in watching the girl's face turn red in desperation. 'Forgive…..me.' Sansa felt herself losing consciousness. 'Your Grace…forgiv….' Cersei's hands finally fell away. Sansa gasped and wheezed, her face gradually returning to its normal color.

Cersei bent down, planting a sensual kiss on Sansa's cheek. 'Stupid girl.'

Hours later, the two of them laid in bed, their body's glistened with sweat. Cersei, fast asleep, clung to Sansa like a lover. Her arms, tight around her. Her head, nestled against hers. Her thigh, luxuriously resting over the girl's body. Sansa could feel the Queen's wet pussy, pressed against her hip.

Sansa refused to move. Waking her would only bring more torment. Sadly, she couldn't sleep either. Her body throbbed from the abuse. Her head raced with terror. Was she right? She thought. Am I really stuck here, forever? Fated to be abused, terrorized, molested, again and again? Until finally broken? She looked over to the Queen. She looked ironically innocent, like an angel. She's right about one thing. The Lannister's will never give me back willingly. They are too cruel. An entirely different breed compared to the Starks. My Brother doesn't stand a chance. Sansa laid there, defeated. Not a flicker of hope in her.

Suddenly, she felt a hand between her thighs. Oh God… She thought. The Queen purred in Sansa's ear.

'All night, love. That's what I said.'

Sansa swallowed hard. 'Yes, your Grace.' Cersei leaned in close, softly brushing her lips against hers. Sansa returned with affection. The two then fought for dominance. Their lips competing in a wet embrace. Sansa felt her Queen advancing. So she had no choice but to open up, letting the woman's tongue invade her mouth. Wouldn't want to disappoint my Queen.