
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/1149511.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV), A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin
  Character:
      Alayne_Stone, Sansa_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      Lys, whores, Sexual_Slavery
  Series:
      Part 1 of Lys_has_a_New_Whore
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-23 Words: 2003
****** Lys has a New Whore- See what was bought ******
by AineDoyle
Summary
     Alayne Stone a.k.a Sansa Stark woke up after being attacked by a band
     of pirates in a prison cell. She has no idea but she is about to be
     sold into slavery to a rich brothel owner. She is about to be Lys new
     whore.
Alayne woke up to the sounds completely unfamiliar to the Vale that she left so
long ago. What was that sound, she thought as she became more and more aware of
the world around her. Suddenly it was apparent.
Screaming! It was a woman screaming after the sound of something. Whips! They
were whipping a woman who Alayne could not see. The room was dark with a dirt
floor. Bars blocked the entrance of the dirty cell. Suddenly the world around
her became clear and the events leading up to her new shelter.
Alayne remembered leaving the Vale with Mya and Horton Redfoot and taking a
ship to Estros. Oh gods, was that Mya screaming? No, Mya left three days into
their journey to search Edric Storm when it docked in Braavos. There was news
that he was there. Alayne remembered hugging her goodbye and Mya making Horton
promise to bring her back to Winterfell.
Shuddering Alayne remembered the night that they were attacked by the band of
pirates. She remembered the crew being slaughtered by them and Horton fighting
bravely. She prayed to the Father for his soul as she remembered that he killed
five of theirs before being beheaded and cast over board like some oversized
fish.
“Kraken food,” they cheered as his armor took him below to the depths of the
Narrow Sea. She sat there shivering as they surrounded her and knocked her out.
So where did they take her? She smelled dust and sand; fire and brimstone, and
for a second she thought she was one of the seven hells. All she could do was
wait and listen to the woman screaming and whips smacking against flesh.
It was not long before she saw a man with a tattoo on his face. The tattoo was
of a triangle and he did not look her in the eye as he gave her a bowl of
water. Upon seeing the water, Alayne realized how thirsty she was and she
guzzled the liquid down her parched throat. No need to remember courtesies. The
water had an unusual taste to it as she swallowed. It was too late before the
realized that the water was not pure. Her body felt heavy as more men with
pyramid tattoos stripped her of her clothing and washed her body and hair of
the salt, blood, and dirt. When they were finished, one of them picked her up
and placed her in a room full of silks and feather pillows. There maids with
pyramid tattoo placed flowers in her hair and washed her with perfume.
By the time they were done the tainted water was beginning to lose its effect.
Alayne could sit but that was all her body could permit. The maids guided her
on her knees and placed chains on her wrists and ankles. No, she thought, no,
please don’t put me in chains. She knew where she was. She was in Volanits, one
of the slave cities. They were prepping her for being a bed slave. She
screamed, fought, and cried, but was silenced by the hands of a dozen slaves
forcing her against her will. The tainted water made her weak and dizzy. She
noticed that her left wrist and her right ankle where bound in chains, and her
right wrist and left ankle was bound as well. The chains where tight and they
forced her back to arch and her breasts to be exposed. The more she struggled
the wider her legs would go and the more exposed her mound and teats would be.
Finally she let out a whimper at the thought of forever being a bed slave to
some savage. There was a time when she was going to be a queen. But she ran
from that danger, and came across more danger. It seemed that no matter where
she turned, Alayne was never really safe.
She did not notice the master who came in. He slapped her across the face to
shut her up and with a small riding whip he whacked her thigh. Pain seared as a
red marked adulterated her creamy skin. The master inspected her like she was
cattle. She might as well be.
A man came to inspect her for her to be bought. He was comely and strong. She
felt flush in her predicament, and had she been better dressed she would have
saw him as a possible knight to rescue her. But he inspected her breasts,
speaking to the master in a tongue she did not know. It was probably High
Valaryion. At his command, the rest of the room left.
“Now I will see what I paid for,” said the man in Common Tongue. He had light
hair with blue eyes of Lys and his accent confirmed his origin.
I am going to be a whore, Alayne realized. Tears ran down her face at her fate
and the Lysese ignored them as he inspected his purchase. He lightly ran his
hand along her neck massaging the ear lobes. The mood relaxed her as he pulled
out his hard cock. She stared at the round pink perfection as he pulled her
head back farther and slipped it into her gaping mouth. Alayne could taste the
soft flesh.
“Suck you whore,” said her new master and he pulled her hair and trusted
himself farther into her mouth. She sucked it like a babe sucking a teat. She
let the man bob her head for her and she continued to suck.
He clouted her on the ear and screamed that she lick and kiss and suck some
more. She obeyed as she tasted the cock and felt it becoming harder and stiffer
in her mouth. She tried to wiggle from his tight grip on her hair, but it only
resulted with her back arching more, her knees spreading farther, and her
breast pointed towards her new master. He thrusted deeper into her mouth and
released himself. She had no choice but to swallow.
Alayne hoped that he was satisfied, but he continued to inspect her. She knew
that she was beautiful. Everyone who has met her has said such. Her body was
womanly and her breasts were of good size. Her waist was small and her hips
were strong. They caused men to stop what they were doing and stare as she
walked by. She arse was comely with a nice lift and smooth creamy skin.
“A whore who cannot arouse is no use to me,” said the Lysenese. He pushed her
on her back. The awkward position of the chains caused her knees to lift
exposing her sweet mound. Her comely master looked pleased with what he saw.
Her red hair exposed her true hair color and her maidenhood revealed that it
was still intact.
“I did not pay for a virgin,” he smirked at his deal, “that is a bonus for me.”
He ran his hands up her torso and looked at her womanly breasts. Their
heaviness caused them to point towards her face. He grabbed one and thumbed the
nipple. The sensation felt enigmatic and pleasurable. He placed two fingers
inside her and continued to flick and pinch her nipples. Alayne felt a burning
desire that she did not want. Her mound felt hot between her legs and her new
master pulled out his fingers to revealed her liquid all over them.
“I want to see how you fuck,” he said, “but I rather have you intact.” He
smirked an evil smirk as placed his hands on her arse and kneaded it like
bread.
He called in the slave master and commanded his to do something while pointing
to Alayne. Fear came over her as the strange man nodded and left the room. She
knew that this ordeal was not over. At least he wants her intact and hoped that
he will do nothing more than buy her and be off.
She was wrong. Within a few minutes slaves unchained her and made her lie on
her stomach whole chaining her arms to the wall over the edge of the head of
the bed. Her upper body draped over the edge of the bed making it feel like she
would dive head first onto the floor. Cuffs were fastened at her knees and
attatched to the base railing steadying her on the bed and spreading her legs.
Her hips were propped by several sturdy pillows as her arse pointed towards the
ceiling. Her upper torso draped over the bed allowing her arse exposed to the
comely man. Her legs were forced apart revealing her lips and bughole.
She heard the slaves shuffle out of the room; leaving her alone with her
master. He walked around her inspecting her predicament. Alayne felt exposed,
embarrassed, and ashamed at what will come at her. She was confused to what he
is going to do next. He wanted to fuck her, yet how would he do it? She felt
him behind her kneading her arse again.. Her master slipped two fingers between
her lips and found her sweet bean. He rubbed it and Alayne feared he would
break her maidenhood after all. He continued to massage her as he slipped two
fingers into her bughole. The shock made Alayne cry out in fear.
“Relax,” her master said, “It will be worse is you tense your arse.” Alayne
tried to relax but the feeling would not come. The man took his hand out of her
butt and cupped her breast. He pinched and flicked it until it became hard and
arousing. He cooed in her ear and continued to massage her sex.
“Just concentrate on what I am doing, my pretty virgin,” he soothed. Alayne did
not understand why he was being so nice.
“My pretty virgin, it’ll be alright,” he cooed, “I treat my whores well.” He
continued to hum in her ear, and play with her breast. He took his fingers away
from her sweetness and entered her behind. Alayne just relaxed and allowed the
sensation of fingers fill her up from behind. Her instinct to clench fell, and
her curiosity of what her new master was doing took over.
He pulled out of her and let off a little. Alayne could not see what he was
doing but he was behind her. For a brief second she allowed herself to believe
that they were done, but that was folly. Alayne felt something a lot bigger
than fingers enter her arse. She gasped at the shock and let out a cry in pain.
“Relax,” he said firmly. Alyane obeyed and he continued to thrust deeper inside
of her. He started slow adjusting her hips to meet his. Then he brought her
hips to his cock pulling her into a rhythm. Alayne concentrated on the clank of
the chains with each thrust.
It’ll be over soon, Alayne assured herself. She closed her eyes to keep the
tears from falling. The pain of each thrust was stronger than the last.
Occasionally the master would slap her cheek leaving a stinging sensation along
with the assault. Soon he grew tired pulling her to him, which was good seeing
that she grew tired of feeling like her arms her being pulled from their
sockets.
He shoved her against the back the pillows and thrusted even deeper into her.
He quickened his speed filling her bughole more and more. Her teats swayed in
rhythm as and her pelvis felt bruised under the pressure of her new master. She
heard nothing but grunts, shackles and slapping of hips to bum.
It felt like forever, but soon her new master cried in ecstasy as he squirted
his seed inside of her. He collapsed on her for a second to catch his breath.
“My little whore,” he cooed devilishly, “my fucking little, virgin whore.” His
breathing slowed as he dressed himself to pay for his little whore. He left
Alayne to ponder her life, and what will become of her in Lys.
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!
