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Chapter 12: Sansa Stark
A few days, later, a couple of WInterfell guards showed up at my door.
“How can I help you m’lords?” I asked them.
“Are you the Whore?” asked one of the guards.
“You know I’m a whore, because you paid me to fuck you just last week, m’lord,” I told him.
“The Queen has summoned the whore named Whore,” said the soldier.
“Well that’s me,” I admitted. “Lead the way.”
Each of them grabbed an arm and escorted me to the castle. They kept ahold of me until they pushed me before them, into a room with a desk and some chairs and bookshelves. Behind the desk sat a red-haired woman that was younger than me. It was Sansa Stark, the Queen in the North.
“This is Whore the whore, your grace” said the guard.
“Leave us,” commanded the Queen, as the guards left and closed the door behind them.
“Do you know who I am?” asked the Queen.
“Aye, your grace, you’re the Queen in the North,” I told her.
“Do you remember Jon Snow, the King in the North before me?” asked the Queen.
“Aye. He came to my brothel a couple of times, your grace,” I admitted.
“I’d always thought he was my brother,” said the Queen. “But then we found out he wasn’t a Stark Bastard at all. That he was the true-born son of my Aunt Lyanna and Raegar Targaryen. He’s not my brother, he’s my cousin. He had to leave us and go join the Night’s Watch again. But before he left, he told me we have another cousin, a daughter of our uncle Brandon, who lives in Wintertown, sells her body for money and calls herself: ‘Whore’.”
She stood up and walked around the desk so that she could take my hands in hers.
“He shouldn’t have done that,” I groused. “He promised he wouldn’t tell, your grace.”
“I think you will find that our cousin is not very good at keeping secrets,” said the Queen. “And now that I know about you, what am I to do about my cousin who has to sell her body for money?”
“Please, your grace!” begged, as I got down on my knees before her. “Please don’t try to save me! I LIKE my life as a whore! Everyone in town likes having me as their whore! I’m a valued and Loved member of the community!”
“Yes,” said the Queen. “Jon told me you felt this way too. But there must be some way I can make your life better?”
“I do not want money, your grace,” I said. “If you gave me money, someone would just steal it from me. But if you could spend money for me, to hire people to make my brothel nicer and perhaps attract a few other girls. I would appreciate it, your grace. And if you would allow me, I’d like to show you just why my services are so valued.”
She stood there, staring into my eyes for a few minutes before giving me a barely perceivable nod. I started kissing her ankle, working my way up her leg until I got to her knee, lifting her dress as I did so. Then I started over with the other leg and kissed my way up in until I got to her knee again. I dropped the hem of her dress and stood up so I could kiss her lips for a while, until she let me deepen the kiss. She put her arms around my neck as I continued to kiss her. After a long time of sharing kisses, I kissed my way to her ear so I could whisper in it:
“Can you take me to your room?”
She was smiling as she nodded and took me by the hand so she could lead me down the hall to another room. She led me into this bedroom and I shut the door behind me.
“Sit on the bed,” I told her. “Watch me.”
She sat on the edge of the bed and watched as I swayed and almost danced as I removed my clothes in the most sensuous way possible. The whole time I stripped for her, I kept my eyes locked on her and made myself feel love for her so that she would see it reflected in my eyes. Once I was fully revealed to her, I moved forward to kiss her some more and slowly removed her clothes make her feel totally loved and appreciated the whole time. Once I had removed the last of her small clothes, I guided her to lay on the bed. I kissed her lips for a while, letting her explore my body with her hands. Then I started kissing my way down, down, down. When I got to her breasts, I kneaded them and kissed them and licked them before kissing my way down. As was down at her sex, my body positioned so that she’s only need to lean a little bit if she wanted to kiss my sex and so that I had full access to hers. I brought my mouth close to her sex, preparing to kiss it. But when I pulled back her folds I found . . . scarring!
Suddenly she burst into tears!
“He cut it off! . . .” sobbed Sansa. “ . . . Ramsey cut it off! . . . he said I didn’t need it to make babies! . . .”
I shifted back so my face was near hers and hugged her as she cried and cried for the longest time. When she her sobs finally came to a stop I pulled her into another kiss. I kissed her some more before I pulled back and looked her in the eyes.
“I might still be able to make you feel good,” I told her. “It might work, or it might not. But I will need to stick my fingers in you to make it work. Can I do that?”
“The only thing anyone has ever stuck in there was Ramsey, when he tried put a baby in me,” whispered Sansa.
“If it makes you uncomfortable, you can let me know, and I will stop,” I whispered back.
She nodded her head.
“All right,” she whispered. “You can try it.”
I started over from the beginning, kissing and fondling her and when I judged her ready I stuck a couple of fingers in and tried to please her. I watched her breath to seen how it changed. She didn’t audibly moan her pleasure. But I could tell she was receiving some pleasure from the changes in her breathing. When I stopped, she pulled me on top of her in a tight hug and told me:
“I love you!”
“I love you too,” I told her.
“You are just saying that,” she accused.
“No, I really do love you,” I told her. “My mother taught me: ‘good whores make you think they love you. Great whores really do love you’. She taught me how to make myself love and I do it every time. I still love every one I have ever had, I when we started, I made myself fall in love with you. Once I do this, I can never undo it. I will always love you.”
Sansa hugged me tight again.
“I wish I could believe that,” said Sansa.
“Someday, you will,” I replied.
She kept me there, on top of her, hugging me long past the point in which the shortness of breath became unbearable. In the end. I was the one who decided it was time for me to get off her. She kept me there most of the night and when I woke in the early pre-dawn, she was still asleep and I snuck back to my brothel.
The next day work men started showing up to repair and renovate my brothel. New sheets and shifts and soaps started being delivered to me. Girls started showing up on my door from elsewhere in the North. Beautiful Girls! And they wanted to be whores that worked for me. As word of my skill spread, I became the most expensive whore in the brothel. I still worked on a sliding scale, but no mater what your income bracket, you would have to pay more to have me than any of my other whores.
Then, one day I received a summons to attend Court at Winterfell. As I walked through the town, I noticed that there were fewer people on the streets than normal. When I entered the Great Hall, I saw that they were all there, Nearly everyone from the local High born to the the lowest of the low born were there. And sitting on her throne at the High table was the Queen.
“Come forward, Whore,” commanded the Queen.
I gingerly stepped forward, wondering what this could be about. Was I in trouble?
“Good people, loyal subjects, you all know who this woman is,” began the Queen. This is the town whore, the woman known only as Whore. She had made many of you happy. But she is someone else too. Her birth name may be lost to time but not her birthright. She is my cousin, the daughter of my uncle, Brandon Stark. When I found out that my cousin was a whore, I was horrified and offered to save her from her life. But she refused to be saved from the life and the people she loves so much. And so I have done all i can to help her be more successful as our whore. And to that end, I wish to bestow upon Whore, this plaque to be hung at the door of her brothel. In indicates that she is the holder of the title: the Royal Whore, and with this title comes a seat on the small council to advise us when issues of her chosen vocation come up. I give you: Lady Whore, the Royal Whore!”
As she handed me the plaque, everyone who started applauding! I had gone from the despised ‘spawn of a whore’ to the the woman who was nastily called ‘whore’ behind her back, to the much loved town Whore of Wintertown to the respected Whore cousin of the Queen in the North. The room was full of people who I had either fucked or whose husbands I had fucked, and none of them held any resentment for me, only gratitude for how happy I had made them all. The Queen smiled at me warmly and mouthed: ‘I love you too’ as tears ran down my cheeks. I turned around to face all these people who loved me, help up my plaque and announced:
“My rates just doubled!”
Everyone laughed at that.
A few days, later, a couple of WInterfell guards showed up at my door.
“How can I help you m’lords?” I asked them.
“Are you the Whore?” asked one of the guards.
“You know I’m a whore, because you paid me to fuck you just last week, m’lord,” I told him.
“The Queen has summoned the whore named Whore,” said the soldier.
“Well that’s me,” I admitted. “Lead the way.”
Each of them grabbed an arm and escorted me to the castle. They kept ahold of me until they pushed me before them, into a room with a desk and some chairs and bookshelves. Behind the desk sat a red-haired woman that was younger than me. It was Sansa Stark, the Queen in the North.
“This is Whore the whore, your grace” said the guard.
“Leave us,” commanded the Queen, as the guards left and closed the door behind them.
“Do you know who I am?” asked the Queen.
“Aye, your grace, you’re the Queen in the North,” I told her.
“Do you remember Jon Snow, the King in the North before me?” asked the Queen.
“Aye. He came to my brothel a couple of times, your grace,” I admitted.
“I’d always thought he was my brother,” said the Queen. “But then we found out he wasn’t a Stark Bastard at all. That he was the true-born son of my Aunt Lyanna and Raegar Targaryen. He’s not my brother, he’s my cousin. He had to leave us and go join the Night’s Watch again. But before he left, he told me we have another cousin, a daughter of our uncle Brandon, who lives in Wintertown, sells her body for money and calls herself: ‘Whore’.”
She stood up and walked around the desk so that she could take my hands in hers.
“He shouldn’t have done that,” I groused. “He promised he wouldn’t tell, your grace.”
“I think you will find that our cousin is not very good at keeping secrets,” said the Queen. “And now that I know about you, what am I to do about my cousin who has to sell her body for money?”
“Please, your grace!” begged, as I got down on my knees before her. “Please don’t try to save me! I LIKE my life as a whore! Everyone in town likes having me as their whore! I’m a valued and Loved member of the community!”
“Yes,” said the Queen. “Jon told me you felt this way too. But there must be some way I can make your life better?”
“I do not want money, your grace,” I said. “If you gave me money, someone would just steal it from me. But if you could spend money for me, to hire people to make my brothel nicer and perhaps attract a few other girls. I would appreciate it, your grace. And if you would allow me, I’d like to show you just why my services are so valued.”
She stood there, staring into my eyes for a few minutes before giving me a barely perceivable nod. I started kissing her ankle, working my way up her leg until I got to her knee, lifting her dress as I did so. Then I started over with the other leg and kissed my way up in until I got to her knee again. I dropped the hem of her dress and stood up so I could kiss her lips for a while, until she let me deepen the kiss. She put her arms around my neck as I continued to kiss her. After a long time of sharing kisses, I kissed my way to her ear so I could whisper in it:
“Can you take me to your room?”
She was smiling as she nodded and took me by the hand so she could lead me down the hall to another room. She led me into this bedroom and I shut the door behind me.
“Sit on the bed,” I told her. “Watch me.”
She sat on the edge of the bed and watched as I swayed and almost danced as I removed my clothes in the most sensuous way possible. The whole time I stripped for her, I kept my eyes locked on her and made myself feel love for her so that she would see it reflected in my eyes. Once I was fully revealed to her, I moved forward to kiss her some more and slowly removed her clothes make her feel totally loved and appreciated the whole time. Once I had removed the last of her small clothes, I guided her to lay on the bed. I kissed her lips for a while, letting her explore my body with her hands. Then I started kissing my way down, down, down. When I got to her breasts, I kneaded them and kissed them and licked them before kissing my way down. As was down at her sex, my body positioned so that she’s only need to lean a little bit if she wanted to kiss my sex and so that I had full access to hers. I brought my mouth close to her sex, preparing to kiss it. But when I pulled back her folds I found . . . scarring!
Suddenly she burst into tears!
“He cut it off! . . .” sobbed Sansa. “ . . . Ramsey cut it off! . . . he said I didn’t need it to make babies! . . .”
I shifted back so my face was near hers and hugged her as she cried and cried for the longest time. When she her sobs finally came to a stop I pulled her into another kiss. I kissed her some more before I pulled back and looked her in the eyes.
“I might still be able to make you feel good,” I told her. “It might work, or it might not. But I will need to stick my fingers in you to make it work. Can I do that?”
“The only thing anyone has ever stuck in there was Ramsey, when he tried put a baby in me,” whispered Sansa.
“If it makes you uncomfortable, you can let me know, and I will stop,” I whispered back.
She nodded her head.
“All right,” she whispered. “You can try it.”
I started over from the beginning, kissing and fondling her and when I judged her ready I stuck a couple of fingers in and tried to please her. I watched her breath to seen how it changed. She didn’t audibly moan her pleasure. But I could tell she was receiving some pleasure from the changes in her breathing. When I stopped, she pulled me on top of her in a tight hug and told me:
“I love you!”
“I love you too,” I told her.
“You are just saying that,” she accused.
“No, I really do love you,” I told her. “My mother taught me: ‘good whores make you think they love you. Great whores really do love you’. She taught me how to make myself love and I do it every time. I still love every one I have ever had, I when we started, I made myself fall in love with you. Once I do this, I can never undo it. I will always love you.”
Sansa hugged me tight again.
“I wish I could believe that,” said Sansa.
“Someday, you will,” I replied.
She kept me there, on top of her, hugging me long past the point in which the shortness of breath became unbearable. In the end. I was the one who decided it was time for me to get off her. She kept me there most of the night and when I woke in the early pre-dawn, she was still asleep and I snuck back to my brothel.
The next day work men started showing up to repair and renovate my brothel. New sheets and shifts and soaps started being delivered to me. Girls started showing up on my door from elsewhere in the North. Beautiful Girls! And they wanted to be whores that worked for me. As word of my skill spread, I became the most expensive whore in the brothel. I still worked on a sliding scale, but no mater what your income bracket, you would have to pay more to have me than any of my other whores.
Then, one day I received a summons to attend Court at Winterfell. As I walked through the town, I noticed that there were fewer people on the streets than normal. When I entered the Great Hall, I saw that they were all there, Nearly everyone from the local High born to the the lowest of the low born were there. And sitting on her throne at the High table was the Queen.
“Come forward, Whore,” commanded the Queen.
I gingerly stepped forward, wondering what this could be about. Was I in trouble?
“Good people, loyal subjects, you all know who this woman is,” began the Queen. This is the town whore, the woman known only as Whore. She had made many of you happy. But she is someone else too. Her birth name may be lost to time but not her birthright. She is my cousin, the daughter of my uncle, Brandon Stark. When I found out that my cousin was a whore, I was horrified and offered to save her from her life. But she refused to be saved from the life and the people she loves so much. And so I have done all i can to help her be more successful as our whore. And to that end, I wish to bestow upon Whore, this plaque to be hung at the door of her brothel. In indicates that she is the holder of the title: the Royal Whore, and with this title comes a seat on the small council to advise us when issues of her chosen vocation come up. I give you: Lady Whore, the Royal Whore!”
As she handed me the plaque, everyone who started applauding! I had gone from the despised ‘spawn of a whore’ to the the woman who was nastily called ‘whore’ behind her back, to the much loved town Whore of Wintertown to the respected Whore cousin of the Queen in the North. The room was full of people who I had either fucked or whose husbands I had fucked, and none of them held any resentment for me, only gratitude for how happy I had made them all. The Queen smiled at me warmly and mouthed: ‘I love you too’ as tears ran down my cheeks. I turned around to face all these people who loved me, help up my plaque and announced:
“My rates just doubled!”
Everyone laughed at that.
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