The Snow Keep

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♦ This AU RP/FanFic may contain content that could be disturbing to some readers. Click here for more information. ♦ Ramsay:  the door opens and he steps inside, finding you were he ordered the servants to leave you. On his bed with nothing on but a pair of panties, wrists bound together over your head, blinded folded and gagged  good evening my dear…  he whispers close to your ear, removing your blindfold, then your gag Arya:  licks her lips, blinking as her eyes adjust to the dim light. she looks around, noticing the difference in her surroundings…not a dungeon or a basement, but a bed room. your room? she stares at you, afraid to speak, not knowing what to do, looking to you for direction, shaking all over

♦ This AU RP/FanFic may contain content that could be disturbing to some readers. Click here for more information. ♦ Ramsay :  is sitting in a plush chair, swirling a glass of dark red wine in his hand, pale blue eyes admiring your bound submissive body… The intricate network of ropes having taken him some time to do. But he enjoyed and savored every minute of the experience. Moving and repositioning your limbs, sliding his hands over your smooth skin, caressing your soft hair, inhaling your scent. He loved the inmate pink space between your legs as he spread you wide, roping your ankles into the stretcher bar, kissing your spiked heels. Inserting a thick dildo into the pussy he can’t wait to fuck again, tasting his fingers to have a tease of your sweet honey. Finally, finishing off his work of art by slipping an O-ring into your mouth, his fingers gently prying your supple lips open then fastening the band firmly behind your head.  Time for my lovely pet to wake up…  s

♦ This AU RP/FanFic may contain content that could be disturbing to some readers. Click here for more information. ♦ Ramsay:   laughs as you struggle in the tight bonds, dragging you across the floor by the hair, then easily picking you up and tossing your body onto a bed, his knife slicing through your dress  Squirm and fight all you want my dear Arya. You’re never escaping me.  stares down at your exposed tits, pink nipples hardening from the cold air, reaching out to pinch hard, twisting them painfully to get you to submit  Jeyne:   shakes her head from side to side, pleading around her gag,  I’M NOT ARYA , if only she could reason with you, make you understand! the cold air on her bare skin causes her to break out in goosebumps, her nipples to harden and she feels her cheeks burning, her muffled cries disappearing into her gag    Ramsay:  Don’t worry. I’ll take that gag off when its time for you to suck my cock my lost lil doe.  slides his trench coa

She was beginning to get worried. Jeyne hadn’t seen her housemate for almost a week. She had called Arya’s cell phone time and time again, only to get a recording saying that the recipient’s voice mail box was full. Arya was unpredictable, a free spirit, inclined to come and go at odd hours because of her job. In the past, she’d disappeared for a few days at a time, only to reappear as though nothing were out of the ordinary. Jeyne had become used to this routine and quite enjoyed the times when she had the flat to herself. This was the first time, however, that Arya had been gone for so long without at least sending her a text. Jeyne had come home from work to find that Arya once again still hadn’t returned, gone for almost two weeks now. Jeyne was currently working in the men’s department of a clothing store, trying to make ends meet while she worked on her first novel. Writing was her passion, but unfortunately, the few short stories she’d had published didn’t bring in enough mone

Gregor awoke after the sun had risen, which was unusual for him. He had always been an early riser, never one to need excessive amounts of sleep. He lay still for a moment, realizing his new bride was there, breat hing softly a gainst his c h es t, curled under his arm. She had come back to him, to sleep in his bed. This was something that had never happened before, that one of his wives would come to him of her own accord. He remembered little of his first two wives, however he had some memory of his wedding nights. Elinor was the first wife, he thought, or was it Aly s ? He often confused them. Whatever her name had been, she’d shaken so hard her teeth had chattered. Her crying was high pitched, and it had made his head had hurt something awful. He’d hit her until she quieted, flipped her onto her stomach, spit on her dry cunt and fucked her pitilessly. Afterward he’d tossed her still form over his shoulder and tossed her into her own bed. He’d thought she might be dead, but it

Petyr knew he’d need to deal with the Northern whore. He’d so far been lenient with her, though he’d warned her before not to step out of line. However, he’d been hearing whispers in the wind. Whispers of secret meetings, and of plots to undermine all of his careful plans. He’d have thought Varys cleverer than to proposition her in his own establishment. Of all the men… and at that thought he chuckled… of all the men in the Realm, Varys ought to know that even the very walls have ears. He entered the brothel, relieved that it was still standing. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he noted that the battle hadn’t reduced his clientele. Most of his girls seemed to be engaged with soldiers. War is good for business, he thought with a smirk, as he moved in the direction of his office. The soldiers spent what meager coin they had on drink and whores, and his pockets became heavier, while the other merchants in the city went hungry. Before entering his office he told a passing gi