'Where the hell have you been?' Tyrion asked, relieved.

'Apologies, my Lord. I wasn't feeling well. I asked Trish to get the Grand Maester for medicine.' Sansa did indeed look a touch pale to Tyrion.

'I see. Well, let me know next time. If my Father found out I had misplaced you, I would never hear the end of it.'

'Of course, my Lord.'

'Go on ahead to the feast, I'll be there soon.'

'Yes, my Lord.' Sansa continued down the hall. Her Handmaiden Trish followed behind, looking grim as ever.

Tyrion then eyed Cersei Lannister making her way to the hall. He hobbled up beside her awkwardly. 'Things have certainly gotten out of hand since my lovely wedding feast.'

'Have they? I hadn't noticed.' Cersei said, condescendingly.

'Our sworn Lord's, knights, and Ladies had an orgy in our Hall. I think we should address this before it gets any worse.'

'And how do you "think'' we should do that? Charge them all for rape and adultery?' She scoffed. 'There goes half of our alliances.'

'No, obviously not. But we need to keep…..' Cersei took hold of the small man's arm, pulling him into a dark corridor where they would be out of sight of prying eyes. The woman slammed him against the wall, pinning him with one hand.

'No little brother, what you need to do is keep that fat mouth of yours shut. You will only make things worse, like you always do.' She sighed, letting go of him. 'All we can do is sweep the incident under the rug, act like it never happened. No doubt the other Lords will do the same, not wanting to bring more shame upon their house.'

'What part did you have in this?' Tyrion said suspiciously. 'The only time you get this riled up is when your own ploys begin crashing down around you.'

'Keep that tongue still before I have Ser Ilyn Payne cut it out.'

'Lemme guess, too many people know too much. And every time you try cutting a loose end, ten more take its place.' Tyrion noticed Cersei turning red in irritation. 'Am I getting closer to the truth?'

'How's your wife fair these days? I hear you two are having difficulties in the bedroom.' Tyrion was taken aback by the sudden change in topic.

'What difficulties? Who's said this? What have you heard?'

'Only what Sansa has told me. She apologizes to me everyday for failing to bed with you.'

I guess that's to be expected. Tyrion thought.

'That's when I confided in Grand Maester Pycelle. I had wished to ask if there was anything he could do. Imagine my shock when the old fool laughed in face. Before I could order my guards to beat him bloody, he explained to me about this peculiar herb found in the Dothraki sea….'

'Alright, I get it. So you know of the aphrodisiac. What difference does it make? You really going to give me a lecture on morality?'

'I was going to applaud you for getting the job done without incident, for once. Although I do wonder, since the poor girl remembers nothing of her grotesque husband raping her every single night, how do you think she will react when she finds out she's pregnant?' Tyrion had no answer. 'Well then let me spell it out for you. By the off chance she kills herself before the baby is born, our dear Father will have you hanged off the highest tower in the Red Keep. She only just found out about the death of her Mother and Brother. It wouldn't take much more to send her over the edge.'

'Dear Sister, are you worried for me?' Tyrion eyed her suspiciously.

'Of course not. I'm simply saying, we've already lost two Stark hostages. If we lose this one, we may very well lose the North forever. So don't fuck it up.' With that being said, Cersei began striding away. Tyrion then smiled.

'Perhaps you could put a good word in with Father for me, the next time you find yourselves concocting heirs…..' Cersei slapped him hard across the face.

'The only thing you will get from me is a spike where your head can rot. Mark my words.' Cersei turned and marched away. Tyrion only stood there, rubbing the red hand mark stinging his face.

He sighed. 'Me and my fat mouth.'

'Ser Tallad, good evening. Perfect day for a Wedding, isn't it?'

'Alyn Ambrose.' The Knight bowed. 'The Gods couldn't have picked a better one. Where are you off to?'

'I was heading to the Feasting Hall, but I seem to have misplaced my betrothed. You haven't seen her have you?'

Ser Tallad showed discomfort. 'Elinor? I'm afraid not.'

'Damn….' Alyn declared in his boyish voice.

'I wouldn't be too worried about it. No doubt she and the rest of her bridal party are together giggling and squealing with excitement for Margery's big day. You know how they are.'

'Aye, you are probably right. I just have this sickening feeling that something is wrong.' Tallad rested his beefy hand on the squire's shoulder.

'Take it easy, Lad. It's a wedding, this is the most important day to young Ladies like her. Give her some space today, and let her enjoy herself with Margaery. She'll turn up eventually, I promise you.'

'Thanks Tallad, I needed to hear that.'

'That's Ser Tallad to you.' The large man said, joyfully padding the squire on the back. 'Go on to the Feast. I must remain at my post.' Alyn nodded and turned to leave.

Tallad watched uneasily as the Squire marched away, his footsteps becoming quieter and quieter before finally vanishing around the corner. The Knight sighed with relief, turning towards the corridor hiding behind him. 'That was too close. That boy almost fucked us royally.'

'Uh…that's it, get it nice and wet.' Said a man in the dark hall.

'Are you done back there?'

'Hardly, this little minx seems far from satisfied yet. Eh?' Aurane Waters asked, grabbing hold of the girls chin, causing her to look up at him with her innocent eyes. 'Don't tell me you didn't get excited by the thought of being discovered by your betrothed, sucking another mans cock.' Elinor smiled lustfully.

'Should we have asked Alyn to join us?' She said giggling. Tallad laughed.

'I don't think he'd like the idea of sharing you.'

'His loss.' She said, still slurping up and down the mans shaft.

'Alright move over, I'm tired of keeping watch.' The Knight loosened his trouser, setting free his monstrous member. 'Do me the honor M'lady of polishing my sword.' Elinor giggled, crawling towards the tall knight. She licked up and down, sliding the vieny member into her warm mouth. Tallad grabbed a handful of hair from the back of her head, forcing his cock down her throat. She gagged and gurgled, making the most indecent sounds only heard in a brothel.

Waters came up behind, taking hold of her hips, pulling her ass up. He spread her ass cheeks apart, revealing her small pink butthole. He teasingly rubbed the tip of his penis against it. Laughing as it quivered by the mere touch of his cock.

Elinor looked back at him with lust in her eyes. Her lips continued slurping the spit covered cock in front of her. Her ass swayed side to side, eagerly awaiting to be penetrated. Aurane thrusted hard, making the girl yelp in pain. The two men were then fucking her from both ends, turning the young girl into a spit roast. Her firm young tits bounced in the air as she was thrusted back and forth.

Aurane laughed. 'Are all Ladies from Highgarden as shameless as you?' Elinor simply made muffled noises. 'It's not lady-like to speak with your mouth full.' He said playfully, slapping the girls tight ass. She squealed in response, becoming more excited.

The Tyrell girl stood up straight, the taste of pre-cum still in her mouth. She lustfully pulled Tallad the Tall's face in, pressing her wet lips to his. The knight became enraptured in Elinor's soft young lips. She sucked him in like a greedy child, their tongues interlocking in lustful desire.

Aurane Waters took this chance to haul Elinor into his arms. He lifted one of her legs, letting it rest on his shoulder. Her privates were now fully exposed. Tallad then came in close, pressing himself against Elinor. Her firm supple breasts pressed against his chest. The two men were now sandwiching the Tyrell girl, ready to devour her. In unison, they plunged their members into her. Tallad's thick log stretched open her pussy, while Aurane buried himself deep into her tight butthole. Elinor squealed and gasped, clutching Tallad tightly around the neck. They thrusted like wild animals in heat, endlessly punishing the girl.

Finally the men reached their limit, bringing Elinor down to her knees. She waited with anticipation, mouth wide open. Tallad and Aurane both shoved their cocks into Elinor's mouth, her cheeks stretched to their limit. A gush of warm cum flooded her mouth, forcing it's way down her throat. The two men pulled out, bringing a splash of semen out with. In that instant, with cum dripping from Elinor's chin, she looked like real whore.

They soon after cleaned Elinor up, and dressed themselves as if nothing happened. On their way to the feast, a crowd of goldcloaks rushed passed them, their faces grim and distraught. Tallad asked them what was the distress. They all looked at him in shock. That was when they learned of the poisoning and death of King Joffrey Baratheon.

Sansa looked on in disbelief, the sight of Joffrey choking to death before her eyes. She couldn't look away, no matter how much she wanted to. It took Trish shaking her savagely to break her trance.

'Come with me M'lady, please.'

'Huh? What, go where?'

'Away from here, please this is your only chance.' Sansa looked back at the calamity before her. Cersei clutching her boy, tears running down her cheeks. Sansa almost felt pity for the women. 'Please, M'lady. Do you trust me? We must go now.' Finally she relented, taking Trish's hand she was pulled away from her captors.

They made their way to the Godswood without anyone catching wind of them. They both put on dark cloaks that were stashed behind a tree and proceeded down the staircase leading to the river. It is there two men on a boat awaited. They impatiently waved them over, looking grim and dirty.

'You weren't followed, aye?'

'No, we were careful, but we must leave now.'

'All right girlie, no need to go into hysteria. Hop in, and we'll get on our way.' The girls sat next to each other, still unnerved. The men rowed as quickly as they could. The tension was somewhat relieved with the sun setting behind the Red Keep. The dark shielding them from wandering eyes.

Sansa stared back at the Castle, heart still beating from what she witnessed, what she had just done. It couldn't be real, there is no way she had just escaped. Any moment now, we will be spotted, and a wave of arrows will come raining down upon us. She thought.

'No need to be on edge girlie. We are far from prying eyes. A Hawk couldn't see us in this dark. Nope, no one here but us.' The gruesome man let go of his paddle, leisurely stretching his arms above his head. 'We could float out here all night and know one could find us.'

'Well, I see no reason to do so. Keep rowing, will you?' Trish said, impatiently.

'Now see, that's where we differ. I see plenty of reason. On a beautiful night like this, on a calm body of water, and in the company of two gorgeous women like you. It may be my romantic mind at work here, but I'd say now is a better time than any to sit back and smell the metaphorical roses.'

'I'd hate to deprive your romantic mind but we are far from safe out here. There is a ship waiting for us, and it is your job to take us there.'

'Ay….' The gruesome man said awkwardly scratching his neck. '...and Littlefinger paid us quite nicely to do so. But you see…..I find the man a bit untrustworthy. I'm sure you know my meaning, aye Blondie? I find it hard to believe he's paying us for what you two are truly worth. Now that being said, I like to think of myself as an honorable man….on most days. So it doesn't feel right to break a deal that was fairly made. Y'see what I'm getting at here. I don't want to go back on our deal, but I also don't want to lose out on a perfect opportunity. Do me a favour and drop those cloaks. Let us get a good look at you.' Sansa and Trish stood still as statues. Unable to comprehend their poor luck. 'Listen ladies, Doug and I are not above beating women. Let's make this easier for both of us, aye?'

'Gru makes sense.' The other oarsmen said plainly. 'Gru always gets what he wants.'

The two women hesitantly did as they asked, showing off their shapely bodies dressed in finely sewn dresses. The men smiled devilishly.

'Now you girl, come over here.' Gru gestured to Sansa. She sullenly obeyed, carefully walking to the men's side of the boat. The man pulled down his trousers, wiping out his bulging member, which was becoming excited by the second. 'Open wide girlie, and make this worth my while.' Sansa took hold of it, the stench of his unwashed manhood filled her nostrils. She pulled back his foreskin revealing semen residue still covering his member. Sansa resisted her impulse to gag, bringing the cock resting on her wet tongue. She thoroughly lubricated, even allowing it to slide into her warm mouth. She let herself succumb to the smell and taste.

Trish watched in distain. She hated herself for letting this happen, but she saw no other alternative. The thought of killing both of them crossed her mind, but the risk of losing Sansa was too high. Just let them have their way with us. She thought. It is our best chance to make it out alive.

Doug made his way to Trish's side of the boat. He began licking at her neck and tugging on her bodice. He wreaked of sewage. She instinctively pushed him away, just by the mere smell of him. This only made Doug more aggressive. He pushed her on her back, pressing all his weight on top of her. His hand crept up her dress, his fingers groping her sweetest and most private of places. She cried and moaned, not knowing whether she should be scared or excited. Doug then pulled out his stiff rod, sparing little time plunging it into the woman. She gasped without any sound behind it. The man was an animal, fucking without any remorse or reprieve. As if his entire line of descendants depended on it. He then held her tight in his arms. His breath sourly invaded her nostril. Trish's eyes then widened, realizing that wasn't the only thing invading her insides. He came inside of me…..the bastard. She tried pushing the man off, but his body went limp from the pleasure. He lied there, panting in her ear.

Trish looked over at Sansa, watching her massage Gru's scrotum with her mouth. 'That's it girl, put those lips to work.' Sansa stared up at him with her innocent, shameful blue eyes. It was all too much for him. He pulled her head close, shoving his cock deep down her throat before letting loose his seed. 'That's it whore, drink it all up.' That she did. Sansa gagged and moaned as she gulped it all down. The man finally pulled out his limp member, slick with spit.

'Now please…' Sansa said solemnly. '...honor your end of the deal.'

Gru smiled. 'With honor, girlie.'

Meanwhile, in the black cells, fraid whips lash against copper skin. The woman wailed in pain as the Interrogator struck again and again. He smiled with glee as the Dornish girl looked back in horror. Raw lashes were seared onto her body, from her shoulders down to her bare ass. The mere sight of the girl's smooth plump ass cheeks turning raw made him drool.

Not much longer now. The demented man thought. She'll break in no time. She'll fall into despair, and when that happens, I'll take her for my own. Oh it will be beautiful. Like a fairy tale, we'll fall in love, live happily ever after. This hellish pit will be our kingdom. 'Lets begin with your front now.' He strode over, lightly placing his cold hands along her waist.

Her arms stretched high above, shackled to a chain hanging from the ceiling. It was just short enough that she had to stand on her tippy toes. It took all her concentration not to tip the stool placed under her. Cautiously she turned around, with help from her abuser. 'What a pretty face you have.' She looked down in terror, her mouth gagged with rope. 'I'm going to enjoy breaking you. Once I'm done, you'll be putty in my hands.' He struck the whip hard across her chest, making her yelp in agony. The man groped the front of his trousers, becoming more excited. 'You don't have to pretend with me, darling. The juice seeping down your thigh is evident enough. You're a sinful woman. So perverted, that this torment only makes you excited.' He shrugged, carelessly. 'Or perhaps it's just your body reacting to the broom handle protruding from your privates.' He reached down, placing pressure on the handle. Mel moaned as he twisted it further inside her. 'God, it's soaking wet.' He remarked, licking his fingers.

She was breathing heavily now, her sense of consciousness beginning to wane. The man finally removed her gag. 'Please, I know nothing. I was told nothing about Lady Sansa's escape. I was just as surprised.'

'Oh you don't have to convince me. I believe you, darling. The others however, will not. Best to just confess to the whole thing and save yourself the pain.'

'But I didn't do it. I had no part in the King's murder.'

The man sighed. 'Why must you make me do this?' The cell door slammed open. If not for the candlelight, Mel would have been spared the hideous sight of these obscene figures standing in the doorway. 'These three gentlemen will be keeping you company while I'm away. Let me introduce you to Glem, Rem, and Flem.' They looked like anything but gentlemen. They were covered in dirt and god knows what else, all deformed in their own way, and wreaking of piss.

Glem was the smallest of the three. Scrawny, bald, hunchbacked and sporting a recessive chin. He was possibly shorter than even Lord Tyrion. Rem was tall and wiry. His long scraggly white hair stuck to his face. He more or less looked like a decrepit old man. The hulking mass of flesh that stood beside them was Flem. An horrific beast, with arms and legs that could choke out a horse. He was brutish as he was ugly, more ape than man.

'You leaving me with these three?' Mel's chin quivered in fear.

The Interrogator smiled. 'Play nice now. I want her in one piece when I get back.'

'I am innocent, I swear. Ask Lord Tyrion, he's your Kingslayer. He'll tell you, I had NOTHING TO DO WITH…..' The door slammed shut, muting Mel's screams.

The Interrogator notices the Queen regent standing by the cell door, wearing a mournful black dress. 'Ah, your grace. You do me much honor, visiting me in such a dismal place.'

'Dispense with the pleasantries, Ratwell. I'm not in the mood. Every hour of the day I must entertain such curtsies. Worthless dolts come and go, gracing me with their phony condolences. In a place like this, from a mongrel like you, I will not tolerate it.' Cersei stared down at him with disgust. 'How is the Handmaid fairing?'

'Only more of the same trite.' Gasping moans was then heard emanating from the cell door behind him. 'But we're making progress.'

'I expect a full confession in the next couple days. My Father intends on rewarding you handsomely depending on the outcome of your work.' Raving cackling was then heard from the cell, followed by a womanly squeal. 'Make it so, otherwise I will take away your pets.' That made Ratwell scowl.

The noise continued on, moist skin slapping together, Mel gagging on something thick and hard, along with the lashing of whips. It was all followed by more cackling and raving moans.

'No need to worry, your Grace. She is in good hands.' Cersei nodded before striding away. Ratwell watched with rising excitement. Must she come down here, taunting me with those womanly curves. He sighed, fondling the front of his trousers again. Someday, that bitch Queen will find herself in a cell of her own. Oh the fun we'll have. That sneering, pompous attitude will last only so long down here.

Mel was raped for hour's down in the black cells. Each inhabitant taking their turn, before Ratwell finally has his go. He caresses her tenderly, like a dear lover. The Dornish girl, already filled with madness, reacts to his kindness gratefully. Doing her utmost to please him in return. This dark hellish place becomes her home, and Ratwell, her sole master.