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Sansa was a nervous mess.

Today marked the day that the King and his caravan would leave Winterfell, and make its way back to King’s Landing.

She thought she’d be ever so excited for this day, but...simply things had changed. What she saw Jaime and Cersie Lannister doing, what they did to her brother - she just didn’t know what to do. Both of them acted as if nothing happened, just going about their lives, laughing and drinking. And ser Jaime...his lessons were becoming more and more intense. He’d corner her in hallways for “surprise lessons”: shove his tongue down her throat, grope her over her dress, make her lick his manhood.

She wanted to tell someone, to let her father know what was happening, but that would ruin everything. She had a once in a lifetime opportunity, she was to be wed to Joffrey, prince of the Seven Kingdoms. All the other noble ladies of this land would give anything to be in her place. She loved her brother, she really did, but some things were more important.
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Day 1

The Caravan left early in the morning, earlier than Sansa would’ve wanted. She didn’t understand why they needed to wake so early to travel, it would take them several weeks to get to King’s Landing regardless. At Least she could ride comfortably. Her father had them ride in a carriage. She wanted her OWN carriage, but her father said she had to share with Arya. Luckily for her Arya didn’t speak much.

They traveled for about 10 hours. Sansa was admittedly a bit unnerved. She was used to it getting dark early, especially since winter was on the way, but she was always used to being within the secure walls of Winterfell. She knew she was safe - there were hundreds of soldiers and they kept the camp well enough lit, but this was the furthest she’d been from home. Hells she rarely ever ventured into Wintertown unless escorted by Robb or Theon. She decided to calm her nerves by talking to Jeyne after supper. They giggled about boys, and how great of a queen Sansa would be. After an hour or two, Sansa decided to head back to her tent, and do some reading before she went to bed. Her tent was only a few yards away from Jeyne’s so she didn’t figure she needed an escort.

She was wrong.

As she walked, a pair of hands came behind her, one wrapping itself over her mouth, the other going around her waist and lifting her up. Sansa’s eyes went wide and she screamed, but the hand muffled any noise coming from her. She kicked her feet and thrashed as she was pulled quickly to a darker, more secluded part of the camp. Once her captor, whomever it was judged they were out of sight from anyone, she was set down, hand still covering her mouth.

“Don’t do something silly like screaming.”

Wait-

The hand was removed from her mouth, and Sansa quickly spun around to see the smirking face of Jaime Lannister.

“S-ser Jaime? Why did you-”

“A lesson my sweet girl. A lesson.” He interrupted.

“A lesson?” She questioned, eying him warily.

“Yes. A queen must be ready for anything.” He explained. “What if I had been some bandit. I could’ve had you over my horse by now, on my way to my hideout to ravish you for days.”

Sansa blushed at his vulgar words and looked down.

“Not your fault dear. The disposition to being kidnapped runs in your family.”

Sansa just bit her lip at the veiled insult of her late aunt Lyanne. She looked around nervously, seeing if anyone could see them.

“Is -is that all Ser.” She tried sheepishly, hoping he’d take some form of pity on her for the night. Unfortunately, he had no intention of doing so.

“Of course not. I have another lesson for you. Well, more of an inspection really.” He said. Sansa just gave him a confused look.

“An inspection? Inspection of what?”

He didn’t respond, just flashing her a tight lipped smile. Without another word, he pushed her furs off of her shoulders. She stiffened, unsure of what he was doing, but didn’t attempt to move otherwise. That was until he grabbed the shoulders of her dress, and pulled them down.

“S-ser!” She exclaimed, trying to pull away from his grasp. He just tightened his grip on her upper arms.

“Stay still.” He said simply. She continued to struggle in his grasp.

“B-but”.
“STILL.”

His tone left no room for argument or humor in his voice. Sansa immediately stilled, aside from nervous fidgeting. Satisfied that she wasn’t going to try and scamper off on him, he eased his grip on her arms, and continued peeling her dress down her torso, until the fabric settled under her ribcage.

“As I was saying,” He continued casually. “I need to inspect you. Your breasts specifically.”

“What? You surely must jest.” She said through a nervous laugh.

“I’m deathly serious I’m afraid. A queen's breasts are a very vital part to their image. They must be full, and pronounced. Able to feed many heirs if needed. Take my sister for example. She has a magnificent pair.”

Sansa cringed a bit at how casually he praised his sister’s breasts, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Straighten your back” Jaime ordered. “A queen must have good posture.”

Sansa straightened her back, and inadvertently jutted out her chest. She was still wearing her small clothes, which Jaime decided to discard next. He grabbed the fabric and tugged downwards, causing Sansa’s breast to bounce free. She shivered, both from the night air, and sheer emotion of having her breasts exposed to a man for the first time.

“Hm. Not bad at first glance.” He said. He slowly removed his gloves, before gently running his hands on the underside of her tits. She jumped slightly at his touch, turning her head and biting her lip. She was blushing from the top of her head, down to her cleavage. He lightly bounced her breasts in his hands, weighing them. Sansa was a skinny girl, but she admittedly had a prominent bust. Not too much to not fit her frame, but large enough to take notice. He moved up to her pink nipples, and lightly flicked each one with his index fingers.

“Hard?” He questioned teasingly.

“I-it’s cold.” Sansa responded, knowing that wasn’t the full truth. Jaime didn’t seem to believe her anyway, just flashing her a smirk before gripping them with his fingers and tugging downwards hard.

“AH!” Sansa screamed out. He tugged her tits again, pulling them in opposite directions. Sansa gritted her teeth, trying to keep her voice from escaping. Jaime continued to harshly pull on her nipples for a few more seconds before letting them go.

“Seem durable enough. You need to be able to endure nursing children. Good queens don’t use wet nurses.” He lectured. She was breathing heavily and looking at the ground, breast stinging and tingling from his onslaught.

WHAP!

Jaime smacked her right tit. She jumped and looked up at Jaime, who had an annoyed look on his face.

“Sansa, are you even paying attention? I don’t do this for my health.” He chastised, before reigning a downward slap to her left tit.

“I am! Sorry ser!” She apologized meekly. He gave her right tit another slap, before sharply nodding his head.

“Overall, your breasts have the making of a queen. Better than most Northern women, that’s for sure.” Jaime stated. Despite herself and her stinging tits, Sansa smiled a bit, swelling a bit at his praise.

“Thank you ser.” She thanked.

“Think nothing of it. Now, down onto your knees if you will.” He said.

“Wait, what?” She said, smile dropping. Jaime placed his hand on her bare shoulders and pushed. She sank down to her knees without much resistance.

“Practice my dear, practice.” He said as he began to undo his breeches.

“S-ser I believe I’ve had enough practice with th-MPFH!”

She was effectively silenced by Jaime shoving his hardening cock into her mouth. She would’ve sighed if her mouth wasn’t full. He began to rock his hips and as he taught her, she began hollowing out her cheeks, sucking to meet his thrusts. She didn’t gag nearly as much or as violently after the first few times, as he began to push into her throat.

“Gluurck…...Glurck…....Glurcc”

“Mmmmm. You really are a natural at this.” He said, snaking his hand into her hair and massaging her scalp. She just hummed a small ‘thank you’ around him and continued to suck and bob her head along his length. Jaime suddenly pushed all the way into her throat, and held himself there as he did several times before. Unlike the first time where she sputtered and tried to fight against him, she learned that that only wasted much needed energy. Her hands gripped his thighs and her throat flexed around him, but she otherwise didn’t move, just allowing herself to be held, throat impaled on his cock.

Eventually he seemed to get bored, and pulled her off of his length. Immediately her hand went to his shaft to stroke him, as he taught her.
“Don’t forget the balls.” He lightly reprimanded. “Like I showed you.”

Sansa craned her neck to bring her mouth to his ballsack, and began to lick them. As she did, she continued to give him a messy, spit covered hand job. She really was a natural. She swirled her tongue around his sack, making sure to cover every inch of skin. She popped a testicle into her mouth and gave it a hard suck. Then she repeated the action to the other. She was actually getting lost in the moment of pleasing him with her mouth. She wanted to do a good job, despite the less than normal circumstances of it all.

“That’s it.” Jaime groaned. “You’ll make a great little queen. Joffrey will be happy to have you on your knees.”

She hummed around his nutsack, excited at the prospect of making Joffrey happy, despite the degrading scenario. She felt his muscles tense, knowing that was the sign of his imminent release. Popping his balls out of her mouth, she looked up at him.

“Ser….can you not...finish in my hair again? Please?” She asked, as she continued to stroke his cock. He looked contemplative for a moment, before nodding. Sansa smiled. That was until Jaime pushed her onto her back. She was caught by surprise, barely registering what was happening. Jaime squatted over her now prone body. He took over stroking his cock, aiming his cock head at her exposed chest. After a few fast strokes, he groaned, and he came, shooting several ropes of cum over her breasts, some landing on her lower neck and chin. She shuddered, feeling the contrast of his warm cum, and the cold night air.

Once he was finished and sure his balls were empty, he grabbed Sansa by her arm, pulling her into a seated position. Quickly, he pulled her small clothes back into place, and refitted her dress on her shoulders. Sansa frowned at the feeling of the fabric of her clothes meeting his release.

“Don’t wipe that off until morning.” He ordered. “The semen stimulates growth, and encourages good health overall.”

Sansa just nodded dumbly as she was pulled to her feet.

“Now, I think that’s enough lessons for tonight. Off to bed with you. Beauty rest is important after all.”

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Day 9:

The Queen didn’t seem very happy.

Their carriage broke down again.

Sansa didn’t fully understand the technical talk, but it was bad enough to halt them fully for the day. The King and Queen began arguing loudly in the middle of camp.

“I TOLD YOU WE SHOULDN'T HAVE BROUGHT THAT BLASTED THING”
“WOULD YOU HAVE YOUR CHILDREN AND YOUR WIFE WALKING IN THE DIRT LIKE SOME PEASANTS”

Sansa was a bit concerned by this. Did kings and queens talk to each other like this? This was nothing like how her parents spoke to each other, even when mad. She thought King Robert and Cersei loved each other. This didn’t very well look like love to her.

Eventually, Jaime stepped in and separated the two. Sansa noticed how he placed a comforting hand on the small of Cersei’s back. She found herself almost finding it romantic, even though she knew it was wrong and taboo, but Jaime showed Cersei the affection that the king didn’t. King Robert stormed off, taking her father and several other nobles with him. They weren’t in anyplace spectacular, just south Moat Cailin. There wasn’t much to do or look at, but at least the weather was a bit nicer. She returned to her tent and decided to do some reading; some romantic poems that she enjoyed. Gallant knights saving princesses and living happily ever after. She envisioned Joffrey doing that, saving her from the cold and dreary of Winterfell, and taking her to King’s Landing. She hoped she would be a good queen to him. That the training was all worth it. That the secret she held was all worth it.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the voice of the Queen.

“Sansa.” Her voice called out cooly behind her. Sansa turned around. The Queen was standing at the entrance of her tent. She was wearing a golden and red robe of some kind.

“Your grace.” Sansa said, standing out of habit.

“Oh no need for that.” Cersei said, waving a hand. “We’ll be family soon enough, won’t we? Cersei is fine.

“Cersei...ok.”

“I was wondering if you might accompany me.” The Queen asked with a light smile on her face. “Since we seem to be stuck in the middle of nowhere for the moment, and the men are out doing whatever they do, perhaps you can keep me company.”

In all honesty, Sansa wanted to say no, but something told her that very much like her brother, she wouldn’t take no for an answer. She knew what the queen was capable of, so she didn’t want anger, or further annoy her. Besides, what’s the worst Cersei could do herself?

That’s what she thought until she walked out of her tent, and saw a dozen plus of the guards with her. All Lannister men.

“W-who are they?” Sansa asked, trying to hide her fear.

“Oh them? They’re just to make sure us ladies remain safe and uninterrupted” Cersei explained off-handedly. “Now come on, follow me.”

Sansa had to will her feet to move. The guards flanked them as they walked, to where Sansa wasn’t very sure. They were walking away from the camp center, which did nothing to ease Sansa’s anxiety.

“So, you’ve been spending time with my brother?” Cersei stated suddenly. Sansa looked at her, eyes wide like a doe.

“I’m sorry, your grace?”

“Cersei” The Queen corrected. “And I said you’ve been spending time with my brother.”

This time it wasn’t a question.

“Erm...Yes. He’s been teaching me how to be a good queen.” Sansa explained abjectly.

“Yes, he’s told me as much. Tell me, how are said lessons going?” Cersei asked, a mysterious smile gracing her lips. Sansa tried to suppress a blush as she thought back to the ‘lesson’ she had with him a sennight ago. She wasn’t sure how specific Jaime was with his sister - though she imagined he didn’t keep very much from her - but she gave a non committal “It’s going ok.”

“Hm. Well I wouldn’t be a very good future mother-in-law if I didn’t aid my dear brother in making you the perfect queen for my sweet Joffrey. Alright, this is far enough.”

The guards stopped. Sansa looked around, and realized that they were in an open grassy field, within eyesight of the main camp. The guards men then spread out, encircling the two women, creating a perimeter of sorts.

“What are they doing?” Sansa aked, very confused. She looked over at Cersei, and to her shock, the Queen was disrobing. She let her robe fall to the ground, and under it, the Queen was only in a pair of tight, underwear, dyed in Lannister red, and breast wraps wrapped tightly around her large breasts.

“C-Cersei! What are you doing?” Sansa exclaimed, looking around. The men watched them, stone faced. Cersei seemed completely unbothered.

“A Queen must stay in top physical condition.” Cersei said simply, as she began to casually stretch her arms and legs. “Today, you can join me in my exercises. Remove your dress so we may get started.”

“I-I-I…” Sansa sputtered.

“Is something wrong Sansa? You can’t very well effectively exercise in that stuffy dress.” Cersei said, raising a blonde eyebrow. “Oh, did you need help getting out of it?”

“No, that’s not-”

Before she could finish her sentence, Cersei waved her hand and 2 guards strode up to Sansa. One moved behind her, ungracefully and roughly pulling the laces of her dress open, while the other grabbed the necklike of it, and roughly began to pull it off her body. He got it pulled down to her waist, and then the guard behind her placed his hands under her armpits and lifted her clear off the ground, allowing the dress to be pulled down her legs and off her feet. Stripped down to her smallclothes, the guards returned to their posts in the circle. Sansa did her best to cover herself with her small hands as she looked around, face beet red. She was shaking.

“Oh do calm down, Sansa. No one can see us.” Cersei said, as she bent over at the waist to stretch her legs, no doubt giving the guards behind her an uninhibited view of her pale backside.

“THEY can see us!” Sansa cried out, still trying to cover herself. Cersei just scoffed.

“You’ll have to get used to them watching over you at your most intimate and vulnerable times if you are to be Queen.” Cersei explained, returning to her full height. She strode over to the shaking girl and placed a gentle hand on her. “They are my men, and soon to be yours. You need not worry about them. Watch. Guards, take 3 steps back,”

The guards obeyed without hesitation, stepping back 3 paces.

“Now turn around.”

They obeyed.

“Close your eyes, and hop on one foot.”

They followed her instructions to the t.

“Now return to your starting positions.”

The guards went back to their circle formation, facing the women.

“See?” Cersei asked. Sansa calmed down, just a bit. It was impressive to see these men follow her words without even a second thought. But this was all still so unorthodox. Sansa was raised on modesty, reticence. This flew in the face of all of that. Sensing Sansa’s lingering hesitation, Cersei decided to change her method. She moved behind Sansa, placing her hands on her waist, but leaving a foot or so between their bodies. Sansa jumped a little at her touch and looked over her shoulder.

“Eyes forward Sansa.” Cersei commanded. Sansa gulped, but obeyed, looking forward at the soldiers surrounding them. “We’ll start easy. Just some squats. Hands on your head.”

Once again, Sansa obeyed, entranced by Cersei’s commanding tone. Using her feet, Cersei kicked Sansa’s legs shoulder width apart. With her hands still on Sansa’s hips, she guided her down to the ground, in a squatting position - slowly down, then slowly back up again.

“See, that wasn’t so hard. Again.”

Cersei repeated the action with Sansa, squatting down until their asses hovered only slightly above the ground, then back up again. They continued the action several more times. While Sansa was a fit looking girl, she honestly never did any extraneous exercises. After only a couple squats, her thighs were burning. Furthermore, the guardsmen, they were looking at her. All looking at her. She felt self conscious under their gaze.

“C-can we stop.” She asked bashfully.

“Why? We’ve only just gotten started.”

“The men….they’re staring.”

“Of course they are. They have a beautiful women in their underwear in front of them”

Sansa blushed even redder as Cersei led her into another squat.

“Let me let you in on a secret.” Cersei said, leaning forward to whisper into Sansa’s ear. “You think I don’t see their eyes on me. Their real feelings under their stone faces? They would tear our smallclothes and rape us right here in this field if they could.”

Sansa’s eyes went wide with horror at the thought.

“But they can't,” Cersei continued. “Because I am the queen. And they know if they even thought of trying to touch me, my husband, and my family would wipe out their bloodlines. That’s the power of being a queen. Being untouchable to every other man. Once you realize that, these men, their eyes - they might as well be wooden mannequins.”

Sansa didn’t know why, but Cersei’s words actually soothed her. To be so confident and unafraid. Could she really be like that herself?

Cersei let go of Sansa’s hips and stepped back. “Stay like that, and do ten more.” She ordered. Sansa sheepishly nodded her head, and continued squatting. She wasn’t particularly graceful or balanced, nearly falling on her bottom several times, but she got through them, working up a light sheen of sweat.

She still felt the eyes of the guards on her, and despite her remaining reservations, she almost felt the power that Cersei described. The men stood there unmoving, despite the lewd display in front of them.

As she finished her set, a servant girl came running over from the camp. The soldiers moved and made an entrance for her.

“Your grace.” She began “The men have returned. They brought a moose.”

“Hm. Looks like our session is over for the moment” Cersei said, walking over to her robe and pulling it back on. “We must do this again sometime.”

Without another word, Cersei waved her hand, and the soldiers filed in behind her as she walked back to the camp, leaving a sweaty, stripped Sansa standing in the field.
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Day 17:

Sansa was relieved that they made it Crossroads inn, she was tiring of sleeping in tents. Now she’d have somewhere with 4 walls to lay her head.

The last several days had been calmer than the ones prior, mostly due to Jaime and Cersei being too occupied with official matters to interact with Sansa. She took it as a reprieve, her body and mind were over stimulated by the two. She always was afraid that she’d bump into them again, and they’d have something else planned for her; luckily for her, that hadn’t been the case.

With her anxieties receded for the moment, she thought she’d seek out Joffrey and spend some time with him, she hadn’t spent nearly as much as she wanted to. But the prince always seemed to make himself sparse.

She seemed to always miss him.

Luckily this day she was able to catch him. She had known that he went with father for matters of the crown, so she waited patiently for them to return, and when he and his father did, she was there by his side in an instant.

“Joffrey!” She said excitedly. He jumped a little, obviously not expecting her.

“Oh….Sansa.” He said strangely. Sansa just figured he was tired from his morning.

“Joffrey. I thought we could spend the day together.” She said, looping her arms around one of his. He looked at his arm, then at her. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again, before sighing.

‘He must be really tired.’ Sansa thought. ‘My company is just what he needed.’

She walked with him, and talked. Well, she did most of the talking - he kind of just nodded his head occasionally. She didn’t mind though, she liked talking. She talked for close to a half hour while they walked; Joffrey walked fast, she honestly had trouble keeping up with him. Suddenly he stops, and he turns to her smile on his face, the first one she’s seen. He grabs a skin of wine from his waist, and offers it to her.

“A drink?” He asked. How chivalrous of him, she thought. To offer his lady a drink, She happily took it and took a sip.

It was strong. Stronger than she was used to. She offered it back to him, but she insisted she take another sip, to really mull over the taste, and she did. They walked for a bit more, Sansa continuing to talk about how excited she was to go to King’s Landing. Eventually Joffrey stopped again, and offered her another drink. She looked at the skin a bit nervously.

“I probably shouldn’t have anymore.” She said. “Father only lets us have one cup at feasts.”

Joffrey just flashed her a charming smile and said, “My princess can drink as much as she likes.”

Sansa’s heart swelled, being referred to as a princess. She took the skin once more, and took a long swig. This pattern continued for a while. They’d walk, and he’d offer her wine. It was starting to catch up with her. Her face became red, her steps crooked, and her vision blurred. She lost count on how many drinks of wine she took, but it was obviously to many.

“J-joffrey….” She slurred slightly. “I think I drank too much.”

He didn’t respond, just continuing to walk, distance growing between them. She couldn’t keep up in her state.

“Joffrey, wait u-OOF!”

Sansa tripped over her dress, and landed on her hands and knees on the ground. She looked up, and could no longer see Joffrey. She called out to him, but nothing. She pushed herself to her feet, and dusted off her dress.

‘Where did he go?’

She stumbled around for a bit, but had no luck in finding him. She decided her best move was to go back to the main road and inn. Maybe he returned there. She hobbled and stumbled her way back, earning strange and amused looks from workers and soldiers she passed. She didn’t see him on the outside, so she decided to check inside. She entered the in; men were drinking, people were selling their wares, and still not a sight of Joffrey. She looked around the room, and in the far corner, she saw a strange looking man: he had a shaved head, and was wearing an orange tunic. He was playing with a spoon, yet had no meal in front of him. He looked over at her, and smiled. She didn’t know what it was, perhaps her wine hazed mind, but she decided to go over to him, and inquire about Joffrey. She stumbled over to him, nearly tripping over the uneven floor.

“Can I help you with something young lady?” The man asked politely.

“Have you ‘hic’ seen Joffrey?” She asked.

“I know several Joffreys. You might need to be a bit more specific.” The man said.

“He’s the prince. Blonde, handsome. Such a man.” Sansa swooned.

“Hmm, Yes, I do think I saw someone like that actually.” The man stated. “He went upstairs, I believe. Probably in the farthest room”

Sansa smiled and began to make her way over to the stairs.

“Sansa, before you go-.” The man said, getting her attention “They’re going to have fun destroying you.”

Sansa frowned and gave the man a confused look. That was oddly ominesce. She decided to ignore it, and continue to the stairs. She hadn’t even thought of the fact that she never actually told the man her name.

Sansa climbed the stairs to the second floor, and walked to the farthest room as instructed. She knocked on the door.

“Joffrey? Joffrey are you in there?” She called to the other side. She heard shuffling around, before the door swung open, and standing there was Jaime Lannister. Jaime only cracked the door slightly, to block Sansa’s view into the room.

“Sansa? To what do I owe the pleasure?” Jaime asked cooly.

“S-ser Jaime? I wasn’t expecting you. I was just looking for Jof- hic - Joffrey.” Sansa rambled out. Jaime squinted his eyes at her, examining her face, and then laughed.

“Are you drunk?”

Her face was already red, so he couldn’t see her face blush red.

“I...just had a bit of whine.” She said, looking at the ground. Jaime got quiet for a moment, then a large smile crossed his face. One that made Sansa nervous.

“Well why don’t you have another with me and my dear sister?” Jaime insisted. He opened the door fully, revealing Cersei on the bed. Her hair was a bit disheveled, and her lipstick was smudged; Sansa could only imagine what they were doing. Jaime grabbed Sansa by the forearm, and pulled her into the room, closing the door quickly behind him. Cersei gave Jaime a concerned look, but something in his eyes told her to relax and trust him. Sansa took a seat on a chair beside the bed, and Jaime went over to the table that was against the wall, which had several pitchers and bottles of wine on it. The siblings liked to party. Jaime poured 3 goblets of wine, and handed one to Cersei and Sansa.

“I-I really shouldn't,” Sansa tried.

“Nonsense” Cersei interjected, taking a sip of her own wine. “You’re in safe company Sansa. Indulge a bit.”

Jaime brought his hand to the bottom of Sansa’s goblet, and pushed it to her lips, tipping it upwards. Hesitantly, Sansa drank. This wine was somehow even stronger than Joffrey’s. When she finished her goblet, Jaime poured her another.

“I really really shloudnt” She slurred. She tried to stand, but her legs betrayed her, and she stumbled forward, only to be caught by Jaime.

“There there, Sansa. We got you.” He soothed. He sat her down on the bed, and once again pushed the goblet in her hands to her lips. She felt Cersei shift behind her as she drank.

“Jaime, grab one of the bottles of Dornish wines and bring it over here.”

Jaime obeyed, handing his sister the bottle. Sansa shifted close to Sansa, pressing her chest against her back while still holding the bottle in front of her.

“Do try this Sansa. It’s to die for.” The Queen said.

“I -hic- really cam’t” Sansa slurred, head feeling as if it weighed a ton. “I tihnk I need to-”

Sansa was cut off by Cersei grabbing her by her hair, and pulling, tip her head backwards. Cersei then pressed the open bottle to her lips, tipping it upwards. The wine rushed into Sansa’s mouth faster than she could drink it. She coughed and sputtered as the wine was poured down her throat. Much of it spilled out the side of her mouth, down her chin and on her dress. A bit came rushing out of her nose. Cersei emptied about half the bottle before letting Sansa go, allowing her to lean forward again. She coughed and gagged, for air.

“Cersei, you got wine all over her dress.” Jaime said as sat on the bed.

“Hm. That’ll never do. We should remove it. Hate for it to be ruined.” The queen concurred, as she began to unlace the back of Sansa’s dress. Sansa barely was registering what was happening, but before she knew it, she was on her back on the bed, stripped completely nude. Cersei had the girl settled between her legs as she rested her back against the bed’s headboard. Jaime was at the foot of the bed, causally pulling his clothes off.

“Wuh are u naked?” Sansa garbled. “Wuh am I naked? I think I gotta go.”

Sansa feebly tried to weekly get up, but Cersei easily held her down.

“You’re fine Sansa. Here, have another drink.”

Cersei grabbed the half empty bottle of Dornish wine, and began to pour it all over Sansa’s face, not even pretending to try and get it in her mouth. Sansa closed her eyes and tried to ineptly to avoid the downpour of red liquid.

“Don’t drown the girl, Cersei.” Jaime lightly admonished as he began to crawl up the bed, covering Sansa’s nude body with his.

“Just having a bit of fun, dear brother.” Cersei responded. “She has a nice pair of tits on her doesn’t she.” Cersei said, casually groping Sansa’s left breast, flicking and twisting her nipple. Sansa bucked and moaned under her hands.

“Yes, they are quite lovely.” Jaime agreed, bringing his hand up to play with Sansa’s right breast, mirroring his twin’s actions.

“Better than mine?”

“Never. You have the best tits in all the Seven Kingdoms”

“Mhm, good answer.” Cersei said with a smile. She casually slapped Sansa’s tit, causing the girl the squeak. Jaime did the same to Sansa’s other tit. The sibling began to reign slaps on Sansa’s exposed breasts as if they were playthings, turning them as red as her face. Sansa bit her lip and tried to endure the onslaught, twisting and bucking against them.

“Nghhhh” She groaned softly. She once again tried to sit up, but Jaime’s weight on her kept her from going anywhere. She wouldn’t have gotten very far anyway; she was much too drunk to walk properly at that point.

“Enough games,” Cersei said suddenly. “I want to see you fuck this little red headed cunt.”

Jaime had no objections. He spread Sansa eagle, pushing her legs outward, and upwards, enough that Cersei could grab her calves, and hold them up. Jaime stroked his cock, bringing it to full mast. He slapped it against Sansa’s slit a few times, causing the girl to moan.

“W-wait.” Sansa tried drunkenly.

“The time for waiting is over Sansa.” Cersei said. The Queen then nodded, and Jaime lined himself up, and began to slowly push into Sansa. Sansa’s eyes went wide as she felt herself stretched open for the first time.

“Noooooonhgnnnh.” She groaned, as she struggled weekly. Jaime just kept pressing his hips forward, spearing her with his cock. Eventually the tip of his cock reached her maidenhead, and he gave a hard thrust, tearing through it. Sansa let out a scream, and bucked her hips upwards in pain, inadvertently sheathing his cock further in her.

“IthurtsIthurts” Sansa mumbled out, a tear running down her face. The wine dulled the pain, but she could still feel the stinging.

“Shhh, Sansa. A little bit of pain is all about being a queen. You’re taking his cock so well. You’ll be such a good queen.” Cersei cooed. Sansa looked up at her with teary, but hopeful eyes.

“R-really?” She asked innocently. Cersei nodded.

Jaime began moving his hips, properly fucking Sansa now. He started off slow, not wanting to completely break the girl. He was a well endowed man, and she was a maiden, so some degree of gentleness was necessary, at least to start. Sansa groaned and yelped as he fucked her. The stimulation of his thrusts plus the warmth of her drunkenness was causing her body to act in ways it’s never before.

“How does he feel-” Cersei breathed into her ear. “How does he feel inside of you?”

“I feel...I feel so full...oh gods.” Sansa gasped out. Jaime began picking up the pace, the wet slapping of their crotches filling the room. Sansa felt herself growing wet between her legs. Septa Mordane told her about this, the slickness of a woman. The pain was receding, and a strong, pleasurable feeling was building in her stomach. Her awkward gorans and yelps became moans and mewls.

“Flip her over.” Cersei ordered Jaime. She let go of Sansa’s legs, and Jaime gripped her hips and flipped her to her stomach. He grabbed her hips pulling her to her knees, as in the air. He re-entered her swiftly, causing her to moan out loudly.

“I think she likes it.” Cersei teased, looking the girl in her wild eyes.

“Yes...YES! It feels- I feel...” Sansa babled out incoherently as Jaime took her from behind. Cersei decided to put Sansa’s mouth to better use - Shei grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it over her waist, revealing she was bottomless underneath. She then grabbed Sansa’s red hair, and pushed her face into her cunt. Sansa was too surprised, and out of her senses to effectively pleasure the Queen with her mouth; that didn’t bother Cersei at all, who seemed more interested in grinding her snatch into the girls mouth and nose in a show of dominance.

“Looks like you Stark women can be of some use after all.” She grunted. Jaime paid his sister no mind, focusing on his own pleasure as he fucked the Stark girl with a brutal, fast pace. Sansa’s virignal tightness made it inevitable that he’d cum soon. He gave her right ass cheek a hard smack, causing Sansa to tighten even more around him.

“S-somfinshappenin” Sansa said, mouth still full of Cersei’s cunt. The tension and pleasure she was feeling in her stomach was coming to a head. She shuddered and let out a guttural moan as her first ever orgasm rocked through her body. Her whole body shook, and her cunt clenched and quivered. The sensation was so intense, so raw - her drunken mind was going blank, and she saw stars. The tightening of Sansa’s cunt was all that was needed to send Jaime over his own peak. He sheathed cock fully in her, His tip pushing hard against her cervix as he shot his load, shooting it directly into her womb. He pumped his hips shallowly, filling her with one, two, and then three powerful shots. Cersei found her own orgasm grinding against Sansa’s face. As she came, she glistened the poor girl's face with her juices, giving her red face a fine sheen.

Sansa went limp between them, breathing shallowly. Jaime pulled out of her, taking a look at his handiwork. His cum gushed out of her hole, dripping down to the bed.

“Mmmmmmmmhhh” Sansa moaned, face now buried in the bed sheets. Cersei swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and shakily walked over to the table of wine. She grabbed the remaining bottle of spiced Dornish wine.

“Spread her open.” She told Jaime. Jaime raised a confused eyebrow, but obeyed nonetheless, grabbing Sansa’s ass cheeks, and pulling them apart, revealing her puckered asshole.

“Wuh are yuhdoin?” Sansa mumbled, trying to look over her shoulder.

“Just giving you another drink.” Cersei answered sinisterly.

Walking back to the bed, and leaning over Sansa, Cersei uncorked the wine. She then proceeded to upturn it, pressing the opening against Sansa’s tight hole. Sansa weakly tried to struggle, but she was too exhausted to move effectively. Cersei pushed, pushing through the muscled ring over her asshole. She pushed until the neck of the bottle slid firmly into Sansa. Jaime watched with sick interest as the wine began to drain into Sansa’s bowels. Sansa moaned weekly as the wine filled her ass, no doubt getting her even drunker. She tried her best to hold on, but eventually her vision faded, and her consciousness was lost.

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“Hm….Do you think we went too far this time?” Jaime asked.

“I don’t think we went far enough. You should've skull fucked the whore. Taken her ass.” Cersei responded.

“I do love it when you talk romantic.”

The sibling sat on the bed, with the passed out, cum-filled Stark girl lying face down between them, bottle sticking out of her ass.

“Think she’ll remember any of this?” Jaime asked, a bit of concern in his voice. Cersei just scoffed.

“She ingested enough wine at both ends to even shame my husband. She won’t remember a thing.” Cersei answered. “We get her cleaned up, dressed, and some moon tea in her, and no one will know the wiser.”

“Hm.” Jaime answered noncommittally. “How far do you want to take this, Cersei? We can’t go back from this now.”

“We can’t go back from a lot of things. So let’s take this as far as we can, dear brother. As far as we can.”
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