Joffrey
Joffrey was pleased that he will probably defeat Stannis soon. He was less worried about losing and felt that soon he will be able to impale his traitorous uncle's head and start celebrating. However, he was also tired of the meeting with the small council and Vanitov, although this meeting was quite exciting. He stood in front of the door to his chamber and saw Hound looking at him strangely.
-Are they waiting inside?- asked the king.
-Yes, they're already there,- Hound said with his expressionless glance
-Very well, open the door.
When the door opened, Joffrey saw two naked women in front of him. One of them was waiting with her butt sticking out on his bed and looking at him with a lustful face, while the other was standing in the middle of the room and moving her hips seductively. Both had a lot of makeup and were completely naked. They weren't ugly either, which was his basic requirement.
-Close the fucking door,- he said to the Hound.
The door closed with a bang and Joffrey moved towards the whores with a sneer on his face.
-Your Grace - one of them bowed and looked at him passionately, she had an apple in her hand, which she was biting lightly. Joffrey didn't answer, just walked over to the large cabinet behind the bed, completely ignoring the whores. However, they looked at him with curiosity and began to persuade him to join them on the bed as soon as possible.
-Your Grace, we are so horny, we have been waiting for you for a long time, let us take care of you as best we can - said one of them and approached Joffrey. She started touching his pants when she felt him getting hard.
-Go away, now!- Joffrey punched her in the face as hard as he could, leaving a large red bruise on her cheek.
-You will do what I tell you, not what you want, do you understand that? - He grabbed her cheek tightly and held her so that she felt severe pain.
-Yes, Your Grace.
-Stretch up on the bed like your friend,-Joffrey mocked.
-Get your ass up and wait for my orders,- he shouted.
-Yes, sir.
The slut obediently lay on the bed and showed up her big round ass. She was very attractive, with red hair, slightly curly, large breasts, and a round appetizing ass. Her "friend" on the other hand was petite with small breasts and black hair, but had a very young and innocent look on her face that Joffrey liked. He took a small whip out of the cabinet and put it on the table, noticing how the black-haired whore was scared when she saw the object. But that wasn't the end. Joffrey reached for something else and two chains appeared to the whores' eyes. Joffrey hung them carefully above the bed and said in a firm voice.
-Come here- he ordered the red-haired whore. The whore quickly walked over and knelt before her king.
-You know what to do- Joffrey laughed.
-You better do it right or I'll cut your throat - he grabbed her throat tightly again. The slut took him all in her mouth. Joffrey moaned as he felt her choking on his cock, he looked down at her and felt satisfied that she was down there doing what he told her to do. She was completely devoted.
Although it was pleasurable, it wasn't this kind of devotion that turned him on the most. He grabbed the bitch tightly by the hair and impaled her on his cock. He started fucking her throat hard. He thought about what he had recently done to Sansa when she was a guest in his chambers. It was things like this that turned him on the most: Sansa had nowhere to run and was at Joffrey's mercy, so she would do whatever he told her. Unlike the whores, she was innocent and scared when Joffrey raped her throat.
"That must have broken her," Joffrey thought, grabbing the whore's hair again and thrusting his dick into her. He was thinking about her. Little, scared Sansa, who begged him to stop while he slapped her hard in the face until she did what he told her. He looked into the eyes of his prostitute, there were no tears in them, Sansa cried sincerely when Joffrey did not forgive her and simply took her like one of those whores. She was his mouse. He wanted to see her weeping again, her tears, and the face of the little hurt animal. Just thinking about it made Joffrey started thrusting harder into the redhead. Then he quickly let go of her hair and threw her on the bed like a toy.
-Go back to the bed, little slut.
Joffrey stroked his cock gently, it was all wet with the dripping cum and saliva. The king looked at her ass and first inserted his finger into it. He did it quickly and violently. The slut moaned.
-Your Grace, it hurts.
He liked this sentence the most. He loves it when other people feel pain because of his actions. It gives him the greatest sexual pleasure. Joffrey quickly removed his finger from her ass and then approached the other whore.
-Lick it, bitch- he said excitedly.
The black-haired girl obediently licked Joffrey's finger. The king was amused by how two obedient whores did disgusting things because he told them to. Soon, they will cross all boundaries of decency because he has such a whim. This will be a very brutal lesson for them. Then Joffrey inserted a finger into the black-haired woman's ass, and she moaned even louder.
-Little slut- Joffrey slapped her ass hard, making it turn red. The second girl was terrified because she knew exactly what was coming. Joffrey put his finger to her lips, and to his surprise, she willingly took it into her mouth and looked at him, eager for some rough fun. This confused him a bit. Fortunately, her black-haired friend was still very scared and disgusted.
Joffrey moved away from the bed and went to get the whip. On the way, he looked in the mirror and saw the body of the young, handsome man he was. He still lacked some muscle, but he couldn't complain about his lack of good looks. His penis was also of good size. He smiled lasciviously as he watched the whores from a distance who looked at the whip impatiently. Joffrey approached the black-haired whore and gave her a hard blow to her ass with his whip. The woman moaned loudly as the whip left a strong mark.
-Your Grace, please- she was crying
Joffrey gave her another and another strike, and several more until welts and red lines appeared on her ass. She screamed and begged him to stop, but he didn't want to. He held a whip in one hand and his penis with which he masturbated in the other.
-Your Grace, let me give you some relief- the redhead offered. Joffrey nodded. The woman came up and took his penis into her mouth, licked its tip thoroughly, biting it lightly. Joffrey was simultaneously focused on the physical pleasure of feeling the whore's tongue on his cock and the psychological pleasure of inflicting pain on the other whore. He pounded harder and harder, and with his other hand, he held the redhead's head on his cock.
-Your Grace, please- the red-haired whore screamed. The cuts became more and more visible, and blood flowed down her buttocks. However, the king did not care about this and continued his whims. He could do whatever he wanted, after all, he was king.
-Your Grace, she won't stand it - said the redhead, gently removing his cock from her mouth. Joffrey didn't answer, he just held her hair tightly and forced her to take his entire cock into her mouth again. He lowered the whip to the floor. Instead, he focused on choking his red-haired whore as much as possible with his cock.
The black-haired girl was sobbing so much on the bed and a lot of blood was pouring from her buttocks. Now it wasn't just a thin stream. The bruised and bloody buttocks made Joffrey think of Sansa again. He wanted to do the same thing to her. Her scream would have been even more pleasant if he had done it with her for the first time. Sansa would have sobbed all night and would have been willing to do anything to make him stop. Kiss his feet, lick his ass, swallow his cum. Joffrey could promise her false favor and then take advantage of her anyway. The images of Sansa's suffering, the black-haired whore's scream and face contorted in pain, and the other whore's tongue on his cock made him want a hard and pleasant ending in a tight place. He slapped his bitch hard across the face and ordered her to stick her ass out. Without a word, he quickly entered it and started pressing his hips hard. The whore moaned loudly in pain as he sped up. Joffrey grabbed her hair and started strangling her. He strangled her hard with his hand until she started wheezing. She tried to say something, but the lack of free air blocked her.
-Your Grace... Your Grace, please- she moaned softly as he fucked her. Joffrey felt how tight the hole in her ass was and how nice it felt to enter it. It went perfectly with the sounds of choking and asking for mercy. The other whore was lying next to her with a bloody ass and was terrified. Joffrey imagined that he was fucking Sansa now instead of the redhead whore.
She cried even louder and more than a red-haired girl. Joff wanted the entire court to hear her, even though he knew it was unwise. He wanted Sansa also to bleed for several days and the rest of her life. He wanted her to beg him to do this instead of killing her. Joffrey knew he was overstepping his bounds, but at that moment his mind was controlling him, not him controlling his mind. He knew that he had to follow certain rules to stay in power, although he always considered people who followed the rules, as weak idiots. Joffrey moaned loudly as he spilled his seed into the whore's ass, gripping her hair tightly. He looked at her body in delight when he saw a lot of cum flowing from her ass and her neck was red from being choked. However, he felt that he had already been satisfied enough for anything to excite him.
-Your Grace, did I please you? - asked the red-haired whore.
-Yes, you did it right- Joffrey nodded.
-Lick the remnants of the seed - he ordered the black-haired whore.
The slut quickly came and licked the entire penis of the remaining sperm. Then Joffrey punched her hard in the face. He went to the dressing room and started dressing, tied his belt tightly, and sprayed himself with perfume. The whores also started dressing.
-Did someone tell you to do this? - he shouted nervously.
Joffrey looked with satisfaction at the sperm in the ass of one of the whores for a moment and then ordered.
-Chain her - Joffrey looked at the chain hanging above the bed.
The prostitute was surprised, she thought that Joffrey had been already satisfied and that they would be able to leave. She looked at her friend with compassion. Joffrey had been causing the black-haired whore too much suffering from the beginning. Now, the same thing is about to happen to her once again.
-Yes, sir- the black-haired girl stood on the bed naked and the redhead put her hands in handcuffs. Then she did the same with her legs.
Joffrey was tired. Having sex with the whore and thinking about Sansa, and meeting with the council had exhausted him. However, he watched closely when one whore put the other in chains. He wanted to have an interesting show and evening entertainment
-Take a whip and beat her,- he ordered the redhead.
-Your Grace- the redhead protested slightly.
-Do what I say, or I'll do the same to you.
The redhead took the whip and hit the black-haired woman on the ass with all her strength. This, however, did not satisfy the king, even though the whore screamed loudly.
-Do it harder, damn bitch!
-I want it harder- he shouted nervously.
The redhead slapped the other whore's buttock with all her might. A large bruise appeared on her butt, which was already badly abused. Blood splattered onto the sheets.
Joffrey smirked. -Do you like it?- he asked the redhead.
-What do I like? - she asked uncertainly.
-Causing pain - the king approached her and grabbed her jaw, biting her ear.
-If you don't like it, you'll have to like your pain - he tugged her nipple hard until she moaned.
-Will you do it?- he asked, looking at her with his empty green eyes. -Yes, Your Grace.
-Put it in her ass, with all your strength, with all your strength, I want to watch her whimper like a furious bitch!- he said like a poisonous snake.
-If Your Grace wants it - she replied briefly, without protest, for the sake of her own life.
The black-haired woman pleaded with her eyes, but her friend's desire to survive was stronger. The woman took the whip and firmly inserted the entire tip into the other slut's ass.
The whore screamed so loudly that the scream could be heard outside the door. Joffrey smirked and thought about how much pain she must have caused her. Exhausted, she fell onto the bed and burst into tears.
-Your Grace - the red-haired woman approached him and looked at him with pleading eyes.
-Please, she's so distraught, she has suffered so much lately.
Joffrey huffed, why should he care about some dirty whore's life. Despite everything, he began to listen to the woman.
-Recently, many customers have been treating her badly, and before that...-Joffrey interrupted her by grabbing her cheek.
-What had happened before that? - he asked curiously.
The red-haired woman looked at her friend with pity, she was having a hard time expressing her words. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked at her friend lying on the bed, who was in tears and blood was flowing down various parts of her body.
-She fell in love with a slave who poisoned himself with an experiment from this new citadel - she said, scared. The black-haired whore looked at her resentfully. In fact, it was supposed to be a secret. Joffrey was about to say that whores didn't deserve love and that he didn't care about slaves when he suddenly shut up and started questioning and acting sympathetic. -How did this happen? It must have been terrible - he said, not believing his ears how much he could "care".
-I still wonder why they wanted to kill him, Your Grace. They gave him a key, he was supposed to bring them something from the granary, but a moment later he was dead. He just fell to the floor and... - they both started sobbing.
-Oh, I understand. Perhaps it was lying next to some poisonous brew - he began to think aloud.
Joffrey's eyes widened and he moved away from the women, then he went to the window and opened it, looking at that damned city once again. The port and merchant ships could be seen in the distance. "This is where Stannis will arrive soon," he thought bitterly.
-You can leave now- he said casually.
Joffrey didn't look at the women, he no longer cared about inflicting more pain on the whores. He was thinking about Stannis and his arrival. He couldn't let him destroying his kingdom and taking his crown. However, he had one idea in his head, how he could get rid of him permanently and never let him come back. After that, only Robb Stark and Renly Baratheon will remain. He had to believe in his limitless victory. The red-haired slut helped the one with black hair out of the room. The sore and beaten whore barely got dressed. Fortunately, the other whore helped her.
-No one is supposed to know, is that clear?- Joffrey said firmly.
He approached the redhead and grabbed her neck tightly, pressing lightly on her air supply.
-Nobody- he repeated sternly, looking into her eyes.
-Oh no. I've changed my mind- he said, looking at the bed with drops of blood on it.
-I won't let you out until you clean this up. Do it immediately- he shouted. The prostitutes quickly removed the bloody sheets and started cleaning up both the chains and the whip. They carefully checked whether there were any signs of cruelty elsewhere. Joffrey left the room bored and went to a long-planned dinner with his mother.
A few hours later
Joffrey was returning from dinner with his mother. As usual, he was irritated by her behavior. The woman was terrified of the upcoming battle with Stannis and instead of calming down, she constantly moaned in fear. Joff despises women because they are afraid of many things and cannot control their emotions. He didn't need to be treated like a mutt. His mother has Tommen for this. Returning to his chamber, Joffrey saw Sansa's guards from a distance. He decided to take a moment to look at where they were going. Within minutes they returned with Sansa and led her to her chamber. The girl was wearing a blue cape over her dress, which suggested that she had spent time outside. She had a rather stony and depressed expression, but she looked like a true classical beauty, Joffrey just looked at her face and statuesque figure and immediately wanted her, even though he had been with whores a few hours ago.
In the chamber
Joffrey was sitting on his large bed, holding one of the books about the history of Westeros. Suddenly the guards knocked. Joffrey knew what that meant. He commanded bringing Sansa to his chamber even though it was already late and no one would be fooled into thinking that they were going to have dinner together. He was tired of holding back, he was king. When he saw her innocent face while she was returning to the castle, he decided to bring her back to him immediately.
-Your Grace, Lady Sansa Stark- one of the guards said.
The door opened and a girl stood there. Sansa was dressed in a light blue tulle dress, her hair curled again like when they first met at Winterfell. This wasn't a good sign for her. Despite this, she looked beautiful.
-Your Grace- Sansa bowed. Joffrey didn't move from his spot, he was still sitting on his bed and glared at her scoldingly.
-Where were you so late? Did anyone let you go anywhere?- he asked sarcastically. Sansa was very scared and her voice began to crack while speaking.
-Your Grace, your sister Myrcella took me for a walk in the garden, there are many beautiful flowers and...- Joffrey suddenly interrupted her.
-Why do you look like that? You dressed differently.
-I... I thought it was nice - Sansa took a few steps away and began to panic more and more, her hands were shaking slightly and her eyes were moving away from Joffrey's. Joffrey decided to take advantage of this and grabbed her hand tightly. Sansa went numb and looked at him in fear.
Suddenly all these pleasant images of tormenting his fiancée came to his mind, he got hard and looked at the bed. He wanted Sansa to cry inside him today, pressing her head to the pillow.
-My lady- Joffrey touched her gently on the cheek.
-Sweet Sansa... calm down - Joffrey touched her hair, stroking it with the back of his hand. She has been his favorite toy from the first time he saw her. Joffrey knew that Sansa would do whatever he asked. Not only because of fear but also because she is oversensitive. But that wasn't the most exciting thing. The best part was playing with her. Attraction and repulsion. Punishing and rewarding. She is a little bunny to cuddle and throw away when he gets bored.
"Poor Sansa," he thought for a moment. But there was no trace of compassion in it. It was rather a mockery of her fragile and overly sensitive nature.
-Did you do what I said? Did you burn it?"- he asked, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
- Eyes higher, look at me - he said very calmly and gently, which made Sansa calm down a bit.
-I believe you, I believe that you would never betray me - Joffrey grabbed a strand of her hair in his hands and twisted it around his finger. Sansa didn't say anything. She stood looking at him with her big blue eyes, trying to calm down and smile slightly. She did it very subtly, smiling at him like a perfect lady.
-I will never betray you, Your Grace. I am faithful only to You. You are my only love- she said gently.
-I have a gift for you, turn around, honey- Joffrey kissed her on the forehead.
Sansa turned around, occasionally glancing disturbingly behind her. After a moment, Joffrey appeared behind her with a small necklace in his hands. It was made of blue pearls and matched her dress perfectly. Joffrey placed the necklace around her neck and held the clasp.
-You deserved it, you were good - he said, looking at her hair from behind. They were long curly and very thick. Sansa smelled faintly of fresh flowers and had alabaster skin. She was a beautiful doll. She couldn't escape him that easily now, she never could, he just didn't take advantage of it.
"You have to take advantage of opportunities," he thought and laughed to himself. Joff fastened the necklace tightly and tightened it around Sansa's neck. The girl squealed slightly. In fact, it was too tight for her. Joffrey grabbed her hand and led her to the mirror. He looked at himself first. He was a handsome young man with beautiful blond hair. Sansa, with her feminine slender figure and classically beautiful face, is a perfect match for him.
- Do you like it, My Lady? - he asked, thinking about the necklace.
- It's beautiful, Your Grace- Sansa said calmly.
Joffrey grabbed her waist tightly and pulled her towards him.
-Do you love me, Sansa? - he asked, looking deep into her eyes