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Chapter 8: Ramsey Snow
When Boltons came and chased the Ironborn away, we celebrated! We didn’t know things had become much worse. Ramsey Snow was now ruling the ruins of Winterfell and some nasty rumors were starting to spread about him.
One by one he came to the Wintertown brothel and took a girl away. They never returned. Finally the day had come when there was no one left but my mother and me. Ramsey Snow came to the brothel. When he came inside, he left outside a young woman holding the leashes of a pack of hounds.
“I’m looking for a girl,” said Ramsey, as he smiled at me. “Oh look! You’ll do nicely.”
“Please m’lord, she’s my only daughter!” protested my mother.
“I understand,” replied Ramsy and he handed a sack of coins to my mother. “Only daughters cost more. I trust this will be sufficient?”
My mother dumped the silver coins on the table. It was about half what a High Lord would pay for me. As my mother silently nodded I could see a single tear running down her cheek.
“No, this won’t do at all,” said Ramsey, as he shook his head a me. “I like my girls to be unclad. Take that off.”
I took off my shift and set it by my mother.
“That’s better . . . now you look like a whore,” said Ramsey, as he got right in my face. “I think I’ll give you a new name: How about Whore? From now on, I’ll call you Whore. Because that’s all you are, a whore. Do you like being my whore?”
“Yes, m’lord,” I answered. “I’m just a Whore.”
I couldn’t let him know I liked being called Whore.
“Let’s take a walk!” announced Ramsey. “I want you to walk through the town like this, wearing nothing, so the whole town can see what a whore you are!”
As I stepped out into the street, I could hear my mother softly crying for the last time I would ever hear her. I held my head up and proudly walked through the town letting everyone see all of me there was to see. As I walked past all those bitter women who had called me ‘Spawn of a Whore’ and later: ‘Whore’ all my life, I could see out of the corner of my eye that they were no longer giving me those angry frowns they had given me all my life. Instead their eyes were filled with pity. Some of them even wiped tears from their eyes as I nakedly walked in front of Ramsey, his girlfriend, and the hounds, as if I was out for a stroll without a care in the world. When we reached the edge of the Wolf’s Wood, he commanded me to stop. I stopped with my back turned into him and stared into the forrest.
“Let’s play a game,” said Ramsey, as I burst off running as if my life depended on it. “Hey wait! I haven’t even explained the rules yet!
I just kept running. From young childhood I had always been given more leeway to go into the forrest than the other girls. No one cared about protecting the virtue of the ‘spawn of a whore‘ and so I was given free reign. Even as and adult, there was no one to protect the Whore from herself and I could go deeper into the forrest to gather firewood than my now married childhood friends. So I knew the Wolfswood like the back of my hand. I knew which fallen trees would hold my weight, Which were springy and would allow me to get a running bounce, and which ones were rotten and would disintegrate if I tried to step on them. When the arrows started flying at me I started zig-zagging and dropping under bushes with a roll to come back on my feet on the other side. I could hear the dogs barking as they chased me getting closer and closer. I didn’t dare look back to see how close they were. I just kept running. And when I could run no further, I jumped off the cliff.
It was about a twenty foot drop to the river below. As I was falling, I took a deep breath and held it being careful not to scream when I hit the ice cold water below. I kept my legs strait and my arms at my sides and let the white water current pull me under and swiftly down stream. I made no effort to to swim to the surface. But when my head to came out I would take a quick breath before the current pulled me under again. I was always careful to stay with my legs down stream letting the river carry me feet first. The ice cold water burned, then felt numb. When the numbness became too much, I swam to the opposite shore from where I started, crawled out of the water and started running across the forrest floor. I alternated running as far as I could, with walking until I could run again, until I found a small farm house.
I knocked on the door, which was answered by a middle aged woman with white hair and a wart on the tip of her nose.
“Please m’lady, may I have some clothes!” I begged. “Mine got stolen.”
“Why should I help you?” growled the woman. “You know what I think? I think you’re running around without any clothes because you’re a wildling!”
“Please help me!” I begged, and she started to close the door. “I’ll lick your cunt! give me some clothes and I’ll lick you cunt!”
“Who is it?” called a male voice.
“It’s some wilding girl who wants to eat me out!” called the woman to the man.
“Well let her in!” said the male voice. “maybe I can fuck you while she’s licking you?”
The woman let me in her house sat on the edge of her chair, leaned back, and pulled her dress up. I saw an middle aged man was also in the room but paid him no attention as I knelt between the woman’s legs, pulled her folds apart and started giving her oral pleasure. I felt the man come around behind me and start stroking my butt. I paid him no mind as he continued to play with my butt, reach around to play with my tits and eventually entered me from behind and started fucking me. He didn’t last long and I continued pleasing the woman until I made her invoke the Old Gods!
“Well, a deals a deal, deary,” said the woman. “You’ve certainly earned it!”
She ended up giving me a black dress with a wide brim pointed hat and a pair of boots, along with a bowl of hot soup. After I was done, I thanked them and continued on my way. After running the rest of the day and all night, I started only traveling at night, making my way South and East until I came to White Harbor.
Once I was in the City, it was a simple matter to find the most expensive looking brothel and apply for a job.
“We’re only looking for whores here not brewers,” said the Madame.
“I’m a Whore!” I defended. “Used to work in Wintertown.”
When then why are you dressed like a brewer?” asked the Madame. “... Alright, I suppose I could give you a try.
When Boltons came and chased the Ironborn away, we celebrated! We didn’t know things had become much worse. Ramsey Snow was now ruling the ruins of Winterfell and some nasty rumors were starting to spread about him.
One by one he came to the Wintertown brothel and took a girl away. They never returned. Finally the day had come when there was no one left but my mother and me. Ramsey Snow came to the brothel. When he came inside, he left outside a young woman holding the leashes of a pack of hounds.
“I’m looking for a girl,” said Ramsey, as he smiled at me. “Oh look! You’ll do nicely.”
“Please m’lord, she’s my only daughter!” protested my mother.
“I understand,” replied Ramsy and he handed a sack of coins to my mother. “Only daughters cost more. I trust this will be sufficient?”
My mother dumped the silver coins on the table. It was about half what a High Lord would pay for me. As my mother silently nodded I could see a single tear running down her cheek.
“No, this won’t do at all,” said Ramsey, as he shook his head a me. “I like my girls to be unclad. Take that off.”
I took off my shift and set it by my mother.
“That’s better . . . now you look like a whore,” said Ramsey, as he got right in my face. “I think I’ll give you a new name: How about Whore? From now on, I’ll call you Whore. Because that’s all you are, a whore. Do you like being my whore?”
“Yes, m’lord,” I answered. “I’m just a Whore.”
I couldn’t let him know I liked being called Whore.
“Let’s take a walk!” announced Ramsey. “I want you to walk through the town like this, wearing nothing, so the whole town can see what a whore you are!”
As I stepped out into the street, I could hear my mother softly crying for the last time I would ever hear her. I held my head up and proudly walked through the town letting everyone see all of me there was to see. As I walked past all those bitter women who had called me ‘Spawn of a Whore’ and later: ‘Whore’ all my life, I could see out of the corner of my eye that they were no longer giving me those angry frowns they had given me all my life. Instead their eyes were filled with pity. Some of them even wiped tears from their eyes as I nakedly walked in front of Ramsey, his girlfriend, and the hounds, as if I was out for a stroll without a care in the world. When we reached the edge of the Wolf’s Wood, he commanded me to stop. I stopped with my back turned into him and stared into the forrest.
“Let’s play a game,” said Ramsey, as I burst off running as if my life depended on it. “Hey wait! I haven’t even explained the rules yet!
I just kept running. From young childhood I had always been given more leeway to go into the forrest than the other girls. No one cared about protecting the virtue of the ‘spawn of a whore‘ and so I was given free reign. Even as and adult, there was no one to protect the Whore from herself and I could go deeper into the forrest to gather firewood than my now married childhood friends. So I knew the Wolfswood like the back of my hand. I knew which fallen trees would hold my weight, Which were springy and would allow me to get a running bounce, and which ones were rotten and would disintegrate if I tried to step on them. When the arrows started flying at me I started zig-zagging and dropping under bushes with a roll to come back on my feet on the other side. I could hear the dogs barking as they chased me getting closer and closer. I didn’t dare look back to see how close they were. I just kept running. And when I could run no further, I jumped off the cliff.
It was about a twenty foot drop to the river below. As I was falling, I took a deep breath and held it being careful not to scream when I hit the ice cold water below. I kept my legs strait and my arms at my sides and let the white water current pull me under and swiftly down stream. I made no effort to to swim to the surface. But when my head to came out I would take a quick breath before the current pulled me under again. I was always careful to stay with my legs down stream letting the river carry me feet first. The ice cold water burned, then felt numb. When the numbness became too much, I swam to the opposite shore from where I started, crawled out of the water and started running across the forrest floor. I alternated running as far as I could, with walking until I could run again, until I found a small farm house.
I knocked on the door, which was answered by a middle aged woman with white hair and a wart on the tip of her nose.
“Please m’lady, may I have some clothes!” I begged. “Mine got stolen.”
“Why should I help you?” growled the woman. “You know what I think? I think you’re running around without any clothes because you’re a wildling!”
“Please help me!” I begged, and she started to close the door. “I’ll lick your cunt! give me some clothes and I’ll lick you cunt!”
“Who is it?” called a male voice.
“It’s some wilding girl who wants to eat me out!” called the woman to the man.
“Well let her in!” said the male voice. “maybe I can fuck you while she’s licking you?”
The woman let me in her house sat on the edge of her chair, leaned back, and pulled her dress up. I saw an middle aged man was also in the room but paid him no attention as I knelt between the woman’s legs, pulled her folds apart and started giving her oral pleasure. I felt the man come around behind me and start stroking my butt. I paid him no mind as he continued to play with my butt, reach around to play with my tits and eventually entered me from behind and started fucking me. He didn’t last long and I continued pleasing the woman until I made her invoke the Old Gods!
“Well, a deals a deal, deary,” said the woman. “You’ve certainly earned it!”
She ended up giving me a black dress with a wide brim pointed hat and a pair of boots, along with a bowl of hot soup. After I was done, I thanked them and continued on my way. After running the rest of the day and all night, I started only traveling at night, making my way South and East until I came to White Harbor.
Once I was in the City, it was a simple matter to find the most expensive looking brothel and apply for a job.
“We’re only looking for whores here not brewers,” said the Madame.
“I’m a Whore!” I defended. “Used to work in Wintertown.”
When then why are you dressed like a brewer?” asked the Madame. “... Alright, I suppose I could give you a try.
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