Sansa was saddened, the wedding with Tirion knocked her out of the rut, various contradictory thoughts overwhelmed her mind, and even all the events that had piled on the young lady would not let her rest. Her fear intensified subconsciously from Joffrey's words, only she could not help it, since there was no other way out how to go with the flow and wait for a denouement of events. The first wedding night didn’t bode well in any case, even if it was Tirion, only with the recollection of one phrase of Joffrey, everything compressed inside her with horror: “I think there is no difference from which Lanister you will have a child, maybe I will visit you at night when my uncle Falling asleep ”- the mere thought that the king would take her by force caused horror, disgust of this unpleasant, slippery personality after what was done to her father Ned, and even knowing about the act of Ros and Daisy, her fear increased knowing about the sadistic sexual inclinations of this person, and in possible bed yunnogo sadistic not to go out and live it will suffer roughly the same as Ross, she thought.

Blue eyes completely devoured her heavy, cold eyes, Sansa tried to take a hard look, scared, shackled and trembling could not utter a word. After inspecting Sansu from head to toe, Baratheon grinned lasciviously in anticipation of the torment of his new victim: “So lady, how do you look at my proposal?” He mockingly said with a smirk. Sansa stood rooted to the spot, reddened and frightened, yellow sparks flashed in her eyes for an instant, and she almost fainted, commanding a voice piercing the silence, brought her a little to herself: “Do you hear me at all? How do you allow yourself not to listen to the king? ”Sansa looked a little straightened and looked Baratheon straight in the eye, her cold gaze of her blue eyes pierced through:“ So what? So let us be silent? ”- the king said irritably. “But I'm married to your uncle, my king, and I must give my innocence to him ...” she stuttered uncertainly. There was clearly a bitter vanity of the little heathens coming out: “I didn’t understand, lady, you dare to challenge me by refusing the king?” He grinned.

“You are a beautiful young man, really. But I have a husband, your mercy "- began to speak in fear of Sans, mentally understanding that she is not speaking convincingly and she has nowhere to get away from the pressure of the king." Hmm ... husband? Ahah mean so? Forget about it, save your Consciousness from these unnecessary rules, and generally who sets them? Who told you that this is the norm? Remember, I am your king, and I dictate the rules of the game "- the blond said grimacing and ernichaya. Sansa nodded submissively, realizing that this cannot be avoided, now she began to realize that it is not the fear of pain before the young tyrant that drives her, but how much nor hate for this man after all. "Come on, lady, with me, you shouldn't be afraid of me," said Joffrey mockingly. "- ordered the king, taking carelessly by the collar, with his other hand he pulled her at himself and in sharp movements pulled her behind him, repeating:" Don't you dare shout "- Sansa cried and resisted, after which the petty tyrant gave her a touch on his face with all over strength “Now, will you listen to your king, scoundrel, or will you whip you now?” Sansa nodded: “Yes, my lord, I will do what you like,” said the swallowing blood on the tips of her lips from a blow to the face, “That's nice” - the king lifted her head and slowly began to lick the blood from the corners of her lips with the tip of her tongue, not expecting herself she was pressed against the wall by this tyrant, there is no turn back, she thought, to escape or run away, this time the king launched his warm and slippery tongue and all wielded in her mouth, Sansu was overwhelmed with different motsii, it is hatred and disgust and thus the approaching light the passion,soon she began to feel that he was sucking her blood ... "Good girl, obedient girl," the king stroked her back like a little dog. “Come here, right, here, become” - slyly writhing physiognomy, having prudently examined Sansu, with a jerk rescued her from a dress that cracked and scattered at the seams in different directions, turning into shreds.

“That's nice” - the king licked his lips looking at his naked victim, her body was covered with orphans, her nipples turned up, the king touched her breast and ran it and began to squeeze one nipple by twisting it to the side, from which Sansa cried out. dressing me, ”he ordered in a ragged voice, his breath involuntarily became more frequent at the sight of the naked female body. Sansa clumsily began to free him from his coat.“ Live, otherwise hlishn you on the face a second time, do you want? ”Sansa began to undress the king faster, drooping eyes became Innocent gaze from the first seen male body, her torturer's body was perfect, Sansa swallowed saliva and tried to turn away, but Baratheon grabbed her neck with one hand and pulled her down to her knees, her lips were baked from the blow, she didn’t waiting felt her lips pierce something so hard and sharply: “Open your mouth” - ordered the king, Sansa was wildly frightened, looking at the royal dignity with impressive size, simply could not imagine that it would be in her mouth. “Open your mouth, Lady Sansa, who am I telling?” Joff snorted with irritation, with a peculiar sound he began to push Sansa’s mouth, royal dignity, and then his teeth, it was senseless to resist and she already felt him not only in her mouth, but also in her throat , "Breathe in your nose, bitch, look, I don’t get drowned, I still need you," he began to go in and out with sharp forward movements, Sansa almost almost gasped, according to Joff’s glance, she understood that he didn’t want to stop, and he didn’t care about the sensations and wishes of Sans, he I pressed stubbornly to tear her in the throat, noticing that Sansa herself was already squatting on his dignity, moaning and slumping her head even more deeply onto his penis until it stops, having slightly increased the pushes, he exhaled and with a long roar stopped from the mouth, from the lips, from the nose Sansa's white viscous substance flowed down to the floor, the corners of her recently bloody lips were stiff with a viscous fluid, and the girl's crotch was involuntarily getting wet.

"Well done, bitch, now the remnants of slizy from the floor" - said the tormentor proudly, lifting her from her knees and licking the remnants of his passion from her lips. Sansa, weak and exhausted, didn’t understand what was going on, Joff grabbed her with a jerk, and put his hands behind her back, chained her with steel handcuffs, tied her body with chains and placed her with cancer in front of her. “Move closer to me” - he ordered, not thinking about her feelings at all, Joff, under the power of his own lust, began to lash the girl on the back, buttocks, vagina with increasing force, Sansa cried and soared, buttocks and her back baked: “My the king, I pray, be a little more gentle, ”she uttered, screaming and sobbing. “Shout, shout, nobody here will hear you and will not come to the rescue. Do you want me to kneel instead of you? Only then, as you turn out to be cancer, will I only kneel down, ”said Baratheon mockingly. Passing through the girl's groin, his fingers plunged into the warm moisture with two fingers, and his fingers went to his mouth: “Wet, leaves? It means that I’m not such a bad lover, ”the little bastard licked his lips with the moisture of Sansa. Approaching Sansa, kneeling to the cancer standing on top of her, spitting on her sensations, putting the head of royal dignity abruptly entered her: “Be patient, relax, who do you say?” - squeezed Sansa's hips and began to move rapidly, sharply and hard Sansa's blood still more exacerbated his passion, removing his hands from her hips and sneaking up to her nipples and squeezing them tightly with his fingers, twisting to the side, abruptly taking the girl's hair, he pulled her to him, he began to exhale and pause, and apparently Sansa even liked it despite the strong pain , she herself tala to sit down on the dignity worthless king.

And so the king had her several times, turning Sansu in chains, laying on his back, throwing her legs on his shoulders and firmly banging the poor thing on the bed, she felt a sharp burning pain and a pulsating member of the blond, the poor thing moaned from pain either pleasures, blue eyes piercingly looked into her eyes, snarling and clutching casually on his chest, he began to cum and move harder, Sansa finished a few seconds later. It seems after this little rascal, too, was exhausted; when he got down from Sansa, he was exhausted and fell on the bed, breathing heavily, with a strong heartbeat. The reckless tormentor touched her lips and began to penetrate his tongue into her mouth, he gently licked his tongue at the bloodied corners of his lips, freeing the girl from chains and handcuffs. Sansa without a dress will not leave him anywhere, it seems she was not going to go anywhere. Yes, but Sansa could not sleep, various conflicting feelings overwhelmed her, next to her sleeping tormentor was harmless and cute looking, no one would have thought that this blond-looking angel looked like such filth, the devil in human flesh, his body was inferior from beatings, his soul ached and mentally scrolled different pictures, then the father’s head at the peak, which Robb’s head promised to feed her, she didn’t understand what she felt about this person, or absorbing hatred or fear, all these feelings were mixed with passion, the thought flashed: “oh. .. yes i'm ho chu this man "- and kissed the sleeping sadist in the forehead." No, I will never forget this first night, never, pain, passion, hatred, and I myself do not know what I feel about this man "- she thought and did not notice herself how I fell asleep in the arms of the hated sadist.