Sansa
Sansa did not expect the Lannisters to win. After the Hound told her to hide in the dungeons, she was quickly dragged out by their soldiers and kept in a chamber with Cersei and the other women. The Queen wasn't very talkative but, as usual, she instructed Sansa on her future duties. The girl sat for several hours in fear and silence, waiting for the worst and at the same time regretting that she had not run away with the Hound. In such moments, when death is at the door, you think completely differently, and yet each time her thoughts returned to a similar path - it was like she had already decided on the best solution. After Tywin Lannister's arrival and the victory of the king's army were announced, no one was interested in her anymore, they took her back to the chamber and no one even asked her how she was feeling. She felt that none of her servants was honest with her and that people were already gossiping about her meeting with the Hound in the dungeons. It was a sunny morning when the kingdom declared a feast in honor of the victory. Sansa, as the king's fiancée, stayed at court and listened as he presented awards to those who helped him win and as successive lords were bestowed with honors. No one paid her any attention there either. Sansa felt like Joffrey didn't even look at her once. It was comforting but strange at the same time, and she wondered if the king had any grudge or resentment towards her, or if he got simply bored with her. If he had had enough of her, she would have thanked the gods. That day, she sat in her chamber embroidering and playing musical instruments to relax. She did not think about difficult matters and devoted herself to pleasant thoughts about what would happen if she stayed in Winterfell and married some kind, rich lord.
Suddenly the king's arrival was announced. Sansa almost stiffened and quickly got out of bed, straightening her dress. "Please be gentle," she thought. When Joffrey entered the chamber, he ordered all the servants to leave. He wore a crimson robe with gold Lannister patterns and had delicately styled blond curly hair. Sansa looked into his large green eyes and suddenly remembered the madness he had in his pupils when he hurt her for the first time. Sansa decided that she would give Joffrey everything he wanted, say everything he wanted and she would behave exactly as he expected her to."You love the king with all your heart and you were worried about his safety, you couldn't wait for the next visit to his chamber" - she repeated in her mind to establish a plan of action, but despite everything, her heart was beating like crazy with every step he took. She was terrified by how directly and dispassionately his eyes looked at her. "Your Grace, congratulations on your victory, you are very brave, I knew you would win" - she smiled gently, walking towards him, and then bowed.
Joffrey, to her surprise, didn't react at all, he looked at her blankly, and then he asked, looking her up and down.
-What can you do for me, my Lady?
-Whatever you want, my king- Sansa looked at him, smiling slightly, brushing her hair back as if she was embarrassed.
-I want you to strip down, naked. Take off everything- he said, smiling slightly maliciously.
-Now?..- Sansa was surprised that the action was unfolding so quickly.
"He treats me just like a toy again. But I'm used to it and this time I won't feel pain, no matter what he does."
-Be quick! Stop pretending you're doing something, just do it - he said nervously as she slowly unbuttoned her dress. Sansa took off her bra, revealing her bare breasts. Her breasts have recently grown and she watched with embarrassment as even the servants looked at her curves. Joffrey looked more and more angry.
-You have nothing to be ashamed of, you've already taken it off before - he said irritably, approaching her. Sansa took off her entire dress and then her underwear, standing completely naked in front of him, wanting to cover herself in any way, she instinctively looked at the ground. The fight against the shame of showing her body in front of someone like Joffrey was going on in her head with great resistance. She was raised as a lady and nudity was a taboo for her. Additionally, she felt dirty and disgusting because in his eyes she was just an object and her body was for fun. That's why she felt a shiver as if someone was piercing her with pins and she felt cold inside, she would love to jump out of the window just to stop being a living toy and for him to never touch her again.
Joffrey approached her and touched her breasts, squeezing them hard, and then punched her in the face.
-Kneel and kiss my feet. Firstly, take off my shoes - he said, clearly amused by her fear of nudity.
Sansa blushed and tried to imagine that she was someone else, just to avoid the terrible shame and mental pain associated with the humiliation. She quickly took off his shoes and placed a kiss on one of his feet and then the other.
-Not like that- he scolded her.
-Kiss it passionately, give it a few kisses, show gratitude - he emphasized.
-Yes, Your Grace - said Sansa and started kissing his feet, placing passionate kisses on them. Joffrey then looked at her with satisfaction before lifting one foot and placing it on her head, forcing Sansa to bend over. She felt a slight pressure on the top of her head and a slight pain, and she squealed.
-You were created to be a slave, I knew it from the beginning - he said mockingly, looking at her with those disgusting and alluring green eyes of his. Sansa felt how her fear and shame began to combine with desire and how little she was resistant to the charm of this monster, even though she hated him and he had hurt her so many times. She felt how much she wanted Joffrey to take her to the bed and fill her inside, or for something to fill her pussy, which was leaking so much juice. She felt that she was dirty and sinful, but it was hard for her to fight it. She wanted this part of him inside her so badly now.
-Yes, Your Grace - she replied, her voice slightly hoarse with excitement. Joffrey looked at her, reveling in her submission, gripping her hair tightly.
-Sit on the bed- he ordered.
Sansa obediently walked to the bed and sat on it again, feeling slightly embarrassed by her thighs wet with mucus and nakedness, she was blushing all over. Joffrey looked at her like a predator then walked up to Sansa and took her hand.
-Come with me, lady.
-Where, Your Grace?
-Go to the mirror.
Sansa approached the mirror as Joffrey grabbed her tightly around the waist. She saw her face, very red with shame, and her flustered eyes, which were observing her naked female body in the mirror. She saw her naked, wet, and hot womb and her enlarged, protruding breasts. Joff used her shame to embarrass her more and more.
-Now kneel-he said.
Sansa moved a few centimeters forward so as not to see her body in the mirror, then knelt. She felt Joffrey grab her hair painfully, so much so that she felt as if he would tear it out and throw it filthily.
-By the mirror, bitch. Kneel by the mirror.
Sansa moved towards the mirror and guessed what Joffrey had come up with to humiliate her.
-Open your mouth- he said, laughing mockingly.
Sansa complied and opened her mouth. Joffrey quickly unbuttoned his pants and looked down at her with obvious contempt.
-Ask for it- he said, looking proudly at his erect penis.
-Please..- she said, shedding a slight tear.
-Open your mouth wide- he said loudly, looking at her with lust.
Sansa opened her mouth wide and he stuffed his cock into her as if into a vessel, gripping her hair tightly as if he was using her body only to satisfy his urges and she was just an object. Sansa began to choke and turn red just like the first time he did this. She was surprised, however, he didn't ask her to touch or lick it, he simply put it in her mouth and copulated with her throat, holding her hair tightly so that she couldn't escape. He was brutal and didn't pay attention to the fact that she was choking so much, he just pushed harder and harder and moved her head like a tool. Even though she felt aroused and wet, Sansa again entered into a state of mental pain, shame, and a very striking sense of guilt as she looked at herself in the mirror. She guessed that was what Joffrey meant. How could she ever want to feel him inside her? She felt how Joffrey was spinning her emotions like a carousel and how much he was manipulating her mental states and projecting all these bad emotions that were exhausting her. She looked at herself in the mirror, kneeling naked, her face twisted and red from his cock penetrating her. She saw his hand holding her hair tightly and felt that this was exactly the image that Joffrey wanted to show her from the beginning - she was less than even an empty doll to him, she was an animal living only so that he could torment it at will. She was no longer a person, she no longer had freedom or dignity. She felt that Sansa Stark had died long ago when Joffrey "touched" her for the first time, and from that moment on she simply did not exist. She cried hard.
"Please kill me Joff, I have no reason to live anymore."-she thought
-You little slut- he said excitedly as Sansa wheezed and tried to get some air.
Joffrey was very fast this time. He made a few more mechanical thrusts and then ejaculated forcefully into her throat. Sansa felt something warm and wet flow into her insides, but she felt very sick and gagged and expelled the rest of the seed, which ran down her chin and then landed on the floor.
Sansa couldn't do it. She didn't want to release the seed, but her throat couldn't take it. After she felt sick, she couldn't swallow anymore. She was crouching on the ground, choking on the remnants of the sperm she had swallowed too quickly, and then she was struggling to get back to normal. She felt very stuffy and just tired, something was still stuck in her throat. Joffrey looked down at her in a commanding and pretentious tone. She didn't see his angry look as she tried to gasp for air as she sat on the ground. He quickly grabbed her hair so hard that he wanted to tear it out along with her head.
-I said lick the rest off the floor. Everything you spit out is on the floor! - he shouted, pulling her hair hard. Sansa did what he told her and licked the floor in disgust where the cum had already started to congeal. She felt like it was torture, especially when Joffrey looked at her with satisfaction. She kept repeating to herself that she's been dead for a long time otherwise it would be difficult for her to endure this humiliation. Meanwhile, Joffrey got dressed and looked at her naked body and red face.
-That's enough, there's no more- he shouted.
Sansa kept licking the floor where the cum had been as thoroughly as she could, just so Joffrey wouldn't punish her in any way. Her heart was beating fast and she felt a great sense of danger, shaking. Joffrey grabbed her hair again and said.
-Get up.
-I... thank you, Your Grace-Sansa said, barely audible.
-What are you thanking for?- Joffrey asked surprised.
-I... I don't know, I'm sorry - Sansa was trembling. Joffrey lifted her chin and said.
-Don't be afraid of me, just be more obedient - he said, looking into her eyes.
-If you obey me, nothing bad will happen to you - he said, stroking her hair.
"It's not true, you will do it anyway, you will do more and more harm to me because you love to hurt me, but you won't hurt me because I'm already dead." Sansa didn't answer anything, she just burst into tears and looked at Joffrey in horror, she didn't want to cry, she couldn't show him sadness, it was an honor to spend time with him.
-Forgive me, Your Grace. I wasn't good enough and I..- Joffrey grabbed her hand and whispered in her ear.
-It doesn't matter who you are, what matters is what I want - he gently bit her ear.
-I know what you like- he said, smiling at her as if they were friends.
-What do I like?- Sansa asked, looking into his eyes and pretending to be surprised.
-You like touch and tenderness - Joffrey touched her forehead and stroked her when Sansa was shaking.
-You dreamed of great love - Sansa didn't know if it was supposed to be a taunt and she looked at him in fear, trying to figure out how he would use her weakness this time.
-I love you, Your Grace - she said as if reading from a piece of paper.
Joff continued to touch her forehead, stroked her chin, and continued to play her earlobe, lightly moving down to her neck, which he kissed gently.
-Oh, I love you too. You are my little dove, he said in a sweet tone.
-My little Sansa- Joffrey said, kissing her neck.
"Oh, why are you doing this? Please stop, it feels good."-she thought.
Joffrey kissed her passionately, going down to her breasts and touching her bare back.
-Get dressed, Lady. I don't want you to get cold- he said tenderly.
Sansa went to the closet and put on the simple and modest blue dress she usually wore to sleep. She was shaken and didn't care about what she was wearing at the moment, her hair was disheveled and her eyes were swollen from crying.
"Come here," he said quietly.
Sansa sat down on the bed next to Joffrey. The king touched her hair and twisted a lock of hair between his fingers. He touched her face and hair gently, but she remained silent. It had been so long since anyone had combed her hair with their hands and shown affection, the last time it had been her mother in Winterfell. She was hungry for it. She wanted a sincere and friendly atmosphere and a bit of delicacy. Joffrey stroked her nose and hugged her lightly from behind. She thought of Winterfell, and then of the first time she saw him and thought he was a good prince. For a moment she had the impression that she had left this terrible place and found herself in some beautiful garden where peace, goodness, and love reigned. There were no people there, only colors and flowers symbolizing feelings. She finally felt peace for a long time and enjoyed it. She felt her heart stop beating and her body slowly calm down. Joffrey didn't say anything either and hugged her tighter. They sat like that for a few minutes, not speaking to each other, when suddenly Joffrey asked.
-Do you like my necklace, Lady?
-Yes, My King.
-It's beautiful- she said, smiling.
Joffrey grabbed her hand and touched her fingertips, massaging them lightly.
-Sit on my lap.
Sansa sat up, feeling the warmth of his body and the beating of his heart. Their eyes met and they looked at each other searchingly.
"It's a pity you're a monster"-she thought
Joffrey stroked her cheeks and massaged her fingertips with his hand, pulling her closer to him.
-I have one more gift for you- he said, looking into her eyes. He seemed like he was giving her the best gift in the world.
-My beautiful Sansa- he said, stroking her red hair that he had recently wanted to pull out. Her hair follicles still hurt from how he tugged at them.
-Your Grace, I thank you wholeheartedly, but I don't need gifts, just the fact that I can marry you - said Sansa, feigning enthusiasm, smiling at Joffrey.
-My sweet kitten- Joffrey grabbed her chin. -It's about our wedding, I don't think it's a good idea. I shouldn't marry you- he said, pretending to be sad and disappointed.
"Really? Let me go Joffrey, please do it. I will find happiness, I will be happy, even though you raped me. I will forgive you this, but let me go, please. I wish you happiness."-she thought
-Why? - she pretended to be sad, hoping that her facial expression didn't betray her true thoughts.
-Sansa, your family members have become traitors and enemies of the Crown, and I am king. My wife must come from a good family so that no one can say a bad word about my successors- said Joffrey, caressing the area around her eyes.
"Please tell me you let me go even though you loved me. Please tell me."
-I'm so sorry I can't...- Joffrey put his finger to her lips.
-Besides, there's something else. You are lovely, Sansa, but I am the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, I need a woman who is not a lamb, but can take care of the affairs of the kingdom and is more sensible than you - he said with a slight mockery in his voice, still stroking her. "Perfect, please Joffrey…"
-I see. I wish you that, Your Grace. - she said, looking at him with an almost motionless face.
Joffrey pulled her closer to him violently so that she felt the warmth of his body and he whispered in her ear as if he wanted to eat her.
-You didn't ask what kind of gift you'll receive, aren't you curious?
Sansa was terrified and felt her heart pounding again.
Then she realized that she had begun to recognize the nature of his actions by Joffrey's tone. She felt from the tone of his voice that something cruel and monstrous was approaching, something that will be like a knife to the heart.
"Do you want to kill me, Joffrey? I'm scared but I hope that I will die like my father, quickly and with honor."-she thought.
Joffrey placed his hand on her thigh and touched her underwear, pulling her tightly against him.
-I will give you a nice castle, gardens, and servants. Nothing limits me, the King can have many whores and bastards. Marriage is just a formality. - he said as if he really thought that it would satisfy her. He moved from her intimate areas to her mouth and inserted his finger there.
-The kingdom and its needs are one thing, but I want you. You will be mine forever, I will visit you, and you will give birth to my children -he said, smiling at her like a true knight.
Sansa remained unmoved, although she felt something break inside her. The thought of marrying Joffrey was terrible, but this was something much worse. She was a woman from a noble family and she was supposed to end up like an ordinary peasant, giving birth to bastards of someone she hated. She knew what the future would hold for her children. She couldn't bear the forced smile any longer and burst into tears.
-No!- she shouted.
Joffrey smiled slightly, then burst into greater and greater amusement. He pulled her tightly to him, holding her lower back. For the first time, Sansa looked like she truly hated him, not hiding anything. She looked at him like a fierce enemy, feeling his heartbeat and thinking honestly about what it would be like to stab him in the heart and tear through all his insides. Joffrey looked at her with pity and his eyes widened in surprise.
-That's what I'll do. Try to stop me- he teased.
Sansa got really annoyed and looked at him with the most hatred she had ever felt. She felt like a real monster, ready to hurt, kill and destroy, she wanted to pounce on him like a direwolf and bite him all over. Suddenly he grabbed her hands tightly.
He squeezed them tightly, curling her fingers. Then he laced them behind her back as if he were going to handcuff her.
-I can find you a husband,- he mocked. -Maybe even my uncle, that ugly little guy. He'll let me into your bedroom or even watch me make babies for you- he laughed.
-Please- Sansa burst into tears.
She couldn't be like Arya, she had to humble herself and ask for mercy, if she upset Joffrey it would end much worse than she could imagine because he always went much further than her worst imagination.
-What are you asking for? -Joff asked, looking into her eyes as if he was teasing.
-If you don't want me to be your queen, please send me away. I love you so much and... - Sansa said, crying.
Joffrey wiped her tears. -You love me and I love you - he kissed her passionately on the neck and bit into her like that night when he first used her.
-When you want someone, you take him - he said and quickly inserted two fingers into her pussy.
-My wife won't mind- he laughed, inserting a third finger.
Sansa moaned and felt the warmth and desire to be filled again. She wanted him to take her again.
"Someone please punish me for this," she thought.
Joffrey greedily pulled down the top of her dress and then squeezed her breasts. Sansa was moaning and completely out of control, and then Joffrey started pulling down his pants again.
"No, no, don't do it. stop. I don't want to want you."
Joffrey ripped off her panties in one move, grabbed her hips, positioned her comfortably on him, and entered her pussy with all his strength. Sansa moaned loudly and Joffrey pushed hard, controlling how she sat on him, pressing her with his hands. Sansa felt how much she needed it, and Joffrey filled her perfectly, moving up and down. She felt her tight pussy contract and open with each movement he made.
-How do you want to live without me? - he asked, biting her neck so that blood flowed.
-No... no I don't want to" - Sansa squirmed and moaned harder as he pushed her vigorously.
-I told you you are weak- Joffrey mocked as he thrust in and out of her.
"You're a monster, but you make me feel hot," Sansa thought.
-I would like to be your queen, not your lover- Sansa said bluntly as he bit her nipples.
"If you want to touch me, I will never be your whore," she thought
-Oh really?- Joffrey mocked again, pressing into her hard and enjoying her internal warmth.
-I love you, my king, I would like to be your queen.- Tears came to her eyes.
She wanted to defend herself so much so as not to end up as mistress of the king and mother of his bastards, she had to fight for her position. Suddenly Joffrey moved as close to her as he could, making slower and slower movements and pressing himself against her harder.
-That's a lie- he said, looking into her eyes with his terrifying gaze. Sansa felt as if a demon had seen through her and was tearing up her insides.
-Your love is a lie- he said, grabbing her neck. He pushed her hard to the edge of the bed, pushing his cock into her pussy with all his might. Sansa had the impression that he was about to cum and finish inside her, she also felt that she was getting closer to the end and felt a wave of heat wash over her.
-No, I love you, My..- she said, barely audible, moaning with pleasure.
-Of course, you don't. You're just afraid of me. But what difference does it make? You'll love me soon, whether you want it or not - he grabbed her tightly by the neck and choked her so that Sansa felt as if wind swirled around her and she felt very sick. . She felt the blood drain from her face and she could barely see Jofrey's face. Joffrey felt himself getting close to the end as he held her tightly by the neck.
-Unless... unless it doesn't happen- he looked into her barely conscious eyes.
-Then I will kill you - he added and ejaculated all his sperm into her, releasing her neck. Sansa fell limply onto the bed, too weak to say anything. Her face was blue and her eyes were empty. Honestly, she had no idea if she was alive or dead. She was indifferent to everything.