Sansa spluttered and gasped as the air began flowing into her lungs again and coughed and hacked at the slimy goo that still slided down her gullet. She fell to the ground and started coughing and hacking out her saliva and spunk slopping down on the hard tiled floor as the young lady struggled desperately to get her breath back.
Before she could recover Joffrey scooped down and grabbed Sansa by the neck admiring his handiwork. Her pretty face was now caked in drool, sweat and the Kings seed. Joffrey smiled as he watched this cocktail of bodily fluids run off her chin and pool on Sansa’s chest soaking her dainty summer clothes and pooling around the girls modest chest. Sansa meanwhile didn’t dare drag her eyes away from Joffrey’s she just kneeled their panting and shivering in revulsion as the slime from her throat dripped down her young nubile form, panting and white with shock.
Joffrey kneeled so he was level with the drool and spunk covered girl cupping one stick cheek in his small hand.
“Now you know Sansa. I won’t ever strike you my lady. But I can do so…much…worse if you ever defy me or speak back to me again. Be a good wife to me and you will find me a gentle and caring master.” He grabbed her by the throat eliciting a yelp of pain from the beaten down noble woman. “But forget your place for a second and I will do far worse things to you understand?”
Sansa could only nod vigorously and fight back the sobbing as the tears streamed down her face. Content in the knowledge that he had broken her Joffrey released Sansa and quickly redressed and strode powerfully to the where the guards stood by the chamber door. “Have her cleaned and redressed, my mother is never to know of this.” With that he turned and left as Sansa was left heaving and sobbing quietly on the chamber floor. From the chamber door all the kings’ men turned and followed their regent back to the throne room. Only the Hound stood and watched the broken girl and silently cursed his ruler and master. The scars and burns on the knight’s face were a constant reminder of how violent men could be, but the Stark girl was supposed to be Joffrey’s betrothed and the girl had loved him. But the Hound’s conscience was not what he was valued for and with a twinge of regret he turned and followed the boy king out of the room leaving a stunned and broken hearted Sansa crying on the floor.
(Any feedback is much appreciated and I plan to continue the series for at least two more stories)