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Chapter 7: Ironborn
Lord Theon Greyjoy had come back to Winterfell and he brought the Ironborn with him. They took the castle from little Lord Bran And declared it part of the Kingdom of the Iron Islands. No one knew what this meant for the low born. Many didn’t want to know and had fled in fear. The Iron born keep slaves. They may call them thralls, but they are just slaves by and another name. The engage in Polygyny. They call the real wife the Rock wife and the sex slaves Salt wives. What would happen to us? Would they keep letting live as we always had, selling our bodies to the people of Wintertown? Or would we be turned into Salt wives and taken away from our homes?
One night I found out the harsh reality of of our new life. I group seven of the Ironborn men came in to the brothel.
“Welcome, m’lords!” greeted my mother. “We have some pretty girls for your enjoyment, This one is my lovely daughter. She can be yours for the evening for only two silver stags.”
“We didn’t come here to pay the gold price for you nasty northern sluts!” said one of them. “We’re Ironborn! we pay the Iron Price! Grab ‘em boys!”
“No stop! What are you doing shouted my mother, as three of them grabbed her dress and ripped it off of her.
Four of them had come for me, The quickly pulled my shift off, ruining it was they did so.
“you don’t have to do this m’lord,” I protested, as they pushed me against a table then forced me to lay on it on my back with my legs hanging off. “I’m happy to fuck you, you just need to pay me!”
“I am paying you, said the man at my feet,who was pulling down his pants. “I paying the Iron price for you!”
I started trying to kick him a way and scratch another one. But he held down my arms to the table, but over my head while two more of them grabbed my legs and forced them apart. The leader entered me and started forcibly fucking me and to my horror, I began to feel pleasure for what was being done to me. Little by little the pleasure was building, causing me to give off involuntary moans that they noticed.
“Listen to her!” said the one who was in me. “She really likes Ironborn Cock!”
As my pleasure continued to build, I realized that the other men were doing the same thing to my mother on the floor and she was making the same kinds of sounds as I was. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to hear my mother being forced to make those sounds. I let myself moan louder as the sensation they were forcing on me built to a peak and I couldn’t stop my self from screaming out “Old Gods! Old Gods! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
He finished in me and switched places with another one so he could do the same thing to me. I reached my climax even quicker with him. And then the next one and the next one! The worse part of all was hearing her and knowing the mother was going through the same horror that I was. I could turn away so I didn’t have to see it. But I couldn’t block out the sound! When they were all done, they let me go. I crawled under the table and curled up. I could see my mother was doing the same in the corner of the room.
When the last one walked out the door, My mother crawled across the floor and put her arms around me so she could hold me while we both cried. We stayed like that until we had no more tears to shed.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” said my mother. “How about I make you a nice bath and get you cleaned up?”
I nodded my head. And let her.
I later found out that the other girls had jumped out the window and ran away. It wasn’t long until we had new girls to take their place.
Lord Theon Greyjoy had come back to Winterfell and he brought the Ironborn with him. They took the castle from little Lord Bran And declared it part of the Kingdom of the Iron Islands. No one knew what this meant for the low born. Many didn’t want to know and had fled in fear. The Iron born keep slaves. They may call them thralls, but they are just slaves by and another name. The engage in Polygyny. They call the real wife the Rock wife and the sex slaves Salt wives. What would happen to us? Would they keep letting live as we always had, selling our bodies to the people of Wintertown? Or would we be turned into Salt wives and taken away from our homes?
One night I found out the harsh reality of of our new life. I group seven of the Ironborn men came in to the brothel.
“Welcome, m’lords!” greeted my mother. “We have some pretty girls for your enjoyment, This one is my lovely daughter. She can be yours for the evening for only two silver stags.”
“We didn’t come here to pay the gold price for you nasty northern sluts!” said one of them. “We’re Ironborn! we pay the Iron Price! Grab ‘em boys!”
“No stop! What are you doing shouted my mother, as three of them grabbed her dress and ripped it off of her.
Four of them had come for me, The quickly pulled my shift off, ruining it was they did so.
“you don’t have to do this m’lord,” I protested, as they pushed me against a table then forced me to lay on it on my back with my legs hanging off. “I’m happy to fuck you, you just need to pay me!”
“I am paying you, said the man at my feet,who was pulling down his pants. “I paying the Iron price for you!”
I started trying to kick him a way and scratch another one. But he held down my arms to the table, but over my head while two more of them grabbed my legs and forced them apart. The leader entered me and started forcibly fucking me and to my horror, I began to feel pleasure for what was being done to me. Little by little the pleasure was building, causing me to give off involuntary moans that they noticed.
“Listen to her!” said the one who was in me. “She really likes Ironborn Cock!”
As my pleasure continued to build, I realized that the other men were doing the same thing to my mother on the floor and she was making the same kinds of sounds as I was. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to hear my mother being forced to make those sounds. I let myself moan louder as the sensation they were forcing on me built to a peak and I couldn’t stop my self from screaming out “Old Gods! Old Gods! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
He finished in me and switched places with another one so he could do the same thing to me. I reached my climax even quicker with him. And then the next one and the next one! The worse part of all was hearing her and knowing the mother was going through the same horror that I was. I could turn away so I didn’t have to see it. But I couldn’t block out the sound! When they were all done, they let me go. I crawled under the table and curled up. I could see my mother was doing the same in the corner of the room.
When the last one walked out the door, My mother crawled across the floor and put her arms around me so she could hold me while we both cried. We stayed like that until we had no more tears to shed.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” said my mother. “How about I make you a nice bath and get you cleaned up?”
I nodded my head. And let her.
I later found out that the other girls had jumped out the window and ran away. It wasn’t long until we had new girls to take their place.
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