The Snow Keep

By Guest Author Serafina Snow 'Touch or aid my wife in any way, wench, and I will have all your fingers flayed by Ben Bones himself.' Lord Ramsay's words echo through her head as she stands there crying, not knowing what to do. She looks over towards Arya Jeyne for any sign of life but sees nothing. She isn't moving, isn't crying and doesn't even appear to be breathing. I've got to at least make sure she's still alive. Surely Lord Ramsay would want to know right away if his beloved wife is dead. She starts to panic, not knowing how she can accomplish this without disobeying Lord Ramsay. Frantically looking around, she spies a spoon on the table. She quickly grabs it along with a lit candle and rushes over to Arya Jeyne's side, making sure to abide by her master's words and not touch her in any way. Arya Jeyne is lying in a crumpled heap on the floor on her stomach. Her face is slightly turned to the side however, with her nose and mouth expose...

Arya: Panting, Arya looks up as the two men enter the room. Both are big and fit, one larger than the other. Her whole body quivers with the aftershocks of her orgasm, she can feel she's still wet as your guards come to stand before her. She knows her cheeks must be flushed red and her bare pussy lips must be pink and puffy. As she watches them take in her bound form, she can feel you standing behind her, your hand resting possessively on her shoulder. She is afraid, but somehow excited, waiting to see what you will order them to do to her.     Ramsay: "Boys, it's time you met my pet Arya more intimately." As he speaks, he pulls his switch blade out and slices the ropes binding your hands behind your back, freeing you from the tight restraints as Alyn and Skinner smirk almost in unison. "Is she a good cock sucker?" Skinner questions, grabbing at his crotch, already thick with arousal from the sight of your naked body, those full tits exposed, cu...

Ramsay: "Come along now pet." He smacks you on your bare ass and lets you walk in front of him, taking you straight into the master bedroom and shutting the door. "Take off everything you have on." He orders before disappearing into the walk-in closet, searching for a special ensemble he wants you to wear. The Bastard of Bolton returns with a full body black latex outfit, gimp mask and high pointed ballerina heels, tossing the outfit onto the bed. "You will wear this tonight my pet, to entertain my boys and I in the dungeon." Arya: "Oh..." she answers, not knowing what else to say... Usually she is barely covered, so this is quite different. "Yes, of course...Master." She begins to undress as you watch, her mind racing ahead to the dungeon. She can't help but anticipate what will be done to her there. You and your boys, you'd said... More of them she wonders? Or the same three who've visited her tonight...or al...

Ramsay: "How are you feeling my lovely pet?" Smirks as he stands before you, enjoying a glass of wine and a smoke. Your body spread open and tied to the antique plush sofa in the living room clan in a tight lace corset, black silk stockings with matching garter belts and a pair of deep red pumps, but no panties of any kind. The Bastard is enjoying the sight of your pink pussy on display as your legs are held wide open, ankles chained to the front posts of the sofa, while your arms are bound behind your back. Arya: She looks up at you, eyes wide, not knowing what to expect, but just being in this position, open, helpless, your eyes on her, makes her pussy tingle. "I feel... I want you, Master... I like it when you look at me...." She feels her nipples, already hard little nubs, begging for your attention, the air on her exposed cunt is cool, and she can tell she is already wet for you. "I want you... so badly..." She says in barely more tha...

Ramsay: He sits in the limo, scowling out the window and smoking a cigarette, glaring as the world goes by, his father always pisses him off and sours his mood. The Bastard of Bolton spares you a few glances here and there, his pale eyes roaming with a dark possessive aura, marking your exposed flesh. "What do you think of my father, Pet? See any resemblance between he and I?" He questions without even looking at you, staring at the whores on the street, showing off their wares, finding a redhead in the bunch to be the most disgusting sack of fuck holes. "Hmm... what I'd give to sink my blade into that one right now. A disfiguring would do wonders for her complexion."   Arya: Stopped at a traffic light, Arya too, watches the prostitutes gathered on the sidewalks. She isn't sure which woman you are referring to, although the redheaded one looks far more used than the others. She nods, answering softly, "I do see a resemblance between you a...

♦ This AU RP/FanFic may contain content that could be disturbing to some readers. Click here for more information. ♦ Ramsay : The limo drives through darkened neighborhoods toward a destination which he has not revealed to you. Ramsay sits next to you in the back seat, one hand around the back of your neck, holding you to him as he kisses you deeply, thrusting his tongue down your throat as his other hand slides up your thigh under your short dress and starts fingering your wet cunt... "Spread your legs wider, my pet." He whispers against your lips, trailing hot biting kisses down your neck and shoving the dress top down to expose your tits. Latching onto a hard nipple with mouth, he suckles on you fiercely as his fingers thrust themselves inside you. Arya : Returning your kiss hungrily, she does as you ask, spreading her thighs wide for you. She can't control herself, her hips rock to meet your fingers. A moan escapes her lips and she shares her breath ...

♦ This AU RP/FanFic may contain content that could be disturbing to some readers. Click here for more information. ♦ Ramsay : The drive over to the Dreadfort was eerily quiet. Ramsay reclined and smoked, his pale eyes gazing over Arya's body from time to time, but never saying a single word. His cold look was more then enough to express his unhappiness. The limo drove past several security gates, making it's way up a long winding driveway, stopping in front of an ominous and huge ancient castle. It was something straight out of Bram Stoker's novel with creepy evil looking statues, those dead eyes staring down at anyone who came to visit. The flayed men of the Dreadfort. The sigil of the family that owned these lands. "Come along now, pet." Ramsay stepped out of the car and flicked his spent cigarette, holding his hand out to you. Arya : Arya sat very still across from you in the car, barely daring to move. Your eyes, so pale and so cold, chilled her to the...

At the top of the staircase, they turned to the left, proceeding down a long hallway and through a door on the right hand side. Arya was unsure why she noticed this, as she felt like she was in a fog. It’s funny, she thought, the little things that you notice sometimes. The woman, Melly, turned to her and smiled, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. This little gesture of kindness was too much, and Arya dissolved into tears.  Melly took her hand and led her to a cluster of chairs near a huge fireplace. They sat down on a large couch and Melly put her arms around Arya, stroking her hair and letting her cry for what seemed like a very long time.  When she was finally able to lift her head, she realized that Melly had given her a handkerchief and she dried her eyes, suddenly embarrassed. “I…I’m so sorry, you must think I’m so stupid… “Stupid? No, anything but.” The girl responded, her green eyes suddenly taking on a faraway look. “I understand better than you kno...

"That fucking bitch!" Ramsay mutters as he walks into Gregor Clegane's office. A high tech open air gym with the latest equipment on one side and a giant wall of surveillance monitors feeding video from all over the city on the other. No desk. No chair. Ramsay's top muscle and enforcer nicknamed The Mountain pumping huge weights on a bench press as obscenely heavy metal music plays over the speakers. The Bastard glares with deadly pale eyes at the sound system as it does little to drown out the giant man's deep throated grunts of exertion. "Don't fucking stab that again Ramsay. I just replaced the last one you ruined." Gregor slams his weights down and sits up, his mass of muscles glistening with sweat and rippling as he flexes, toweling off some of the perspiration as he returns his boss's dark look. "Like I fucking care. You're always listening to that shit when I need to talk to you." Ramsay stalks to the bar, slam...

Ramsay : enters the bedroom and finds you asleep in his bed, smiling as he approaches and gently pulls the satin sheets off you, enjoying the sight of your naked body covered in his and Damon's marks from last night Arya... my sweet pet... time to wake up.   arya : she wakes slowly, coming out of a deep, deep sleep and opens her eyes to find you looking down at her oh...i didn't hear you come in, master... whispers as she sits up in bed, her arms aching, her buttocks stinging, remembering last evening in the barn   Ramsay : cups your cheek as he leans down to kiss you, slow and lingering, his wicked tongue slowly parting your lips open and slipping inside to dance with your own tongue, before pulling away with a curl of the lips on his handsome face I need you to accompany me tonight and I brought you something to wear. sets a fancy designer bag on the bed, followed by an expensive fur coat, then he takes a seat to watch you dress   arya : returning your...

  ♦ This AU RP/FanFic may contain content that could be disturbing to some readers. Click here for more information. ♦   Ramsay : leans against the barn post as one of his men escorts you out of the estate, smirking as you struggle to find footing with your high heels on in the darkness. His pale eyes narrow as he sees the cold breeze hardening your nipples against your sheer black bra, complimenting your black lace crotchless panties with black garter belts and stockings. Your long dark hair is loose and flowing around your shoulders. He greets you with a devilish grin as his man closes the stable doors behind him, standing guard till he's dismissed. Hello my sweet Arya. I'm so glad you dressed exactly as I instructed you in my note. This pleases me... He walks around you like a predator examining a piece of meat about to be devoured, fingertips barely grazing over your exposed flesh   Arya : hello...m...master... she can feel goosebumps forming on her exp...

He lifts a gray-green gaze from a pile of documents as his office door slams open and his personal guard the Hound comes storming in like a rabid dog ready to tear his throat out. Sandor Clegane stopping short from barreling over his desk, dark eyes glaring with a burning fury and snarled lip threatening to split over sharp canines. "What is it? Can't you see I'm busy here. You should be outside keeping an eye on my sweetling." Petyr sighs, leaning back in his plush high back leather office chair and looks upward, locking eyes with the dangerous beast without a care. This dog belongs to him, whether Sandor likes it or not. "You're the one putting her in danger Littlefinger! Letting that animal in here to look at her like meat waiting to be butchered." The Hound rumbles back with a dark growl, his closed fist slamming down on the desktop, making the whole room seem to quake. The tension radiating from his huge muscular body almost palpab...

♦ This AU RP/FanFic may contain content that could be disturbing to some readers. Click here for more information. ♦ Arya : she gasps as you twist her arm hard, pulling her out of the moment and back to reality ramsay? please...i'm sorry... she stumbles after you, everything a blur as she struggles to keep up with you. she nearly falls into the bathroom, her arm hitting the sink painfully as she tries to stop her descent. she half turns, cowering before you, your rage filling the room like a palpable force   Ramsay : sees you frozen with fear and flips out a shining sharp switchblade. he comes for you, grabbing you by the hair and shoving you face first against the cold tile wall, pinning you there with brutal strength, whispering in your ear with a low deadly tone I told you to dance for me pet, not every dick in the club... you filthy slut! slides the dangerous blade up the slit in your dress, the coldness pressed against your skin before the razor edge starts...

  ♦ This AU RP/FanFic may contain content that could be disturbing to some readers. Click here for more information. ♦ Arya : she woke suddenly when she heard the key turning in the lock. her heart skipped a beat as she sat up in the big bed and looked toward the door. however, when it opened, she was disappointed to see that it was the big guard. he was carrying several large boxes. the master wants his pet to get dressed and make herself beautiful he smirked, looking her up and down, his gaze lingering just a little too long for her comfort as he dropped the boxes in a heap on the bed . get dressed in these things. i'll be back for you in an hour he leered at her a moment more before turning and leaving. she heard the door lock behind him. kneeling on the bed, she opened the largest box. inside she found a long red gown in a low cut halter style with diamond shaped cut-outs at the sides of the waist. the bodice and low cut back were trimmed with clear crystals studd...

  ♦ This AU RP/FanFic may contain content that could be disturbing to some readers. Click here for more information. ♦ Arya:   she cries out at the sting of the leash and does as you say, moving faster, trying not to anger you. she worries constantly, that she will misread you, that she will anger you … you're so unpredictable... she reaches the bathroom door and crawls through, feeling the cold hard tile against her warm skin Ramsay :  steps around you, his boots clicking on the floor and turns on the taps of the old fashioned but beautiful antique clawed tub. he pours some scented oils in before he unclips your leash and collar, then moves to stand by the wall, arms crossed over his chest. the leash hangs from his hand, ready to deal out another whipping at any sign of disobedience. His entire posture and attitude casting an authoritative mood over the room.  Get in and bathe. I'll be watching every detail. I make sure my pets are always properly groomed. ...

  ♦ This AU RP/FanFic may contain content that could be disturbing to some readers. Click here for more information. ♦ Ramsay :  sits and watches as one of his men brings you to him, crawling on all fours like a bitch, naked with a tight collar around your pretty neck and a long chain leash pulling you along  That's good enough. Leave her and go. I don't want to be disturbed for anything else for the rest of the night.  sets his drink down as the man nods and exits without a word, locking and shutting the door behind him  Hello my dear... Arya:   crawls into the room shivering with tears brimming in her eyes. stripped naked by the big guard, he'd laughed as he fastened the leash onto her collar. “your master wants his pet” he'd said, pushing her to all fours and dragging her along behind him. now she raises her eyes to look at you, completely humiliated, not sure if you want her to answer you ... h...hello... master...  she whispers in a sha...