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“And here's what you'll be wearing today.”
Joffrey smirked, holding up some skimpy rags. Sansa sobbed. “But... they're not big enough...” she whispered, looking at him. Her face was redder than usual as she stood before him, completely nude, with iron cuffs around her wrists. Her bound hands at least let her cover her pussy from him, but the position of her arms pushed her tiny tits together and her pink nipples stuck out attractively. He was fully dressed and loved tormenting her in this way. “This is plenty big enough for your tiny tits.” Smirking, he unfolded a strap of cloth which would act like a bra, barely. She looked at it, sobbed, then looked down at the floor. Not only would it expose her, it would highlight how flat her fourteen year old chest was.
“Stop whining. Surely it's better than wearing nothing?” he spat, impatiently. “Yes, my lord, it is. Thank you.” she said with tears swelling in her eyes. “As for the pants, perhaps not so much.” he unfolded these in front of her, v-shaped rags at least a size too small for her. They would cover her pussy but her arsecheeks would be exposed. He gave her a cruel look which told her it was useless to argue. He moved to her and she flinched, making him laugh. He undid her cuffs, threw them onto the floor and gave her the rags. “Get dressed, quickly. I want to head out now.” he said, moving over to a bookcase and briefly amusing himself. Shaking, Sansa donned the rags, adjusting them as much as she could to cover as much of her private parts. Her pale, slim frame glistened. No girl of her age should be dressed in such a manner and she knew it. She felt sick with shame.
“I won't put your collar on today.” he said quietly, looking at the iron necklace he often put on her, a chain attached in which he could pull her around like a dog. That was some relief, but she knew that kindness he'd make up for in some other cruel way. He turned to face her and examined her young body. Her toned, flat stomach, thighs to die for, long red hair falling over her shoulders. The dirty rags did not suit her beauty at all and that amused him greatly. “Let's head out to the courtyard. If we're lucky, the Kingsguard will be doing some drills.” he pointed to the door and she slowly began to walk. Anxiety and shame settled inside her knowing many men were about to see her in next to nothing. Needlessly, he pushed her out of the door and she sped up. An older handmaiden passed Sansa, looked at her with wide eyes then quickly reminded herself it was no business of hers.
Joffrey watched Sansa's firm arsecheeks jiggle with each steep and was tempted to have his way with her now, but that could wait. Sansa reluctantly walked ahead of him, always scared when he stood behind her, and rightly so as he shoved her again. Sobbing, she walked as fast as she could, her bare feet cold and aching on the stone floor. Finally, they came to a doorway which led to a small courtyard, his own private space where he often had high ranking Kingsguard inspect the lower ranks, and of course stand on sentry duty. Sansa stopped before the door as Joffrey shoved past her. He pressed his hands to the wood and opened it, light beaming in brightly, making Sansa's skin twice as pale. The guard besides the door stood to attention as Joffrey moved back behind Sansa and pushed her out. Fortunately for her, the area was empty. She walked into the middle of the square yard, trembling, as her lord stood before her.
“Some much needed sunlight on that skin of yours.” he smirked, looking her up and down. She kept her eyes on her feet out of shame, her hands hanging at her sides, the rags just about doing their job at keeping her modesty. She knew the sentry was looking at her, getting a fine view of her backside. A gentle breezed swayed her hair, which Joffrey flicked behind her shoulders so it didn't obscure any part of her chest. “Warm enough?” he asked, his hand on her shoulder. Silently, the girl nodded. That was a lie. “Perhaps you don't need this after all, then.” He grabbed the rag over her chest and pulled it free from her, tearing it and tossing it the ground. Sansa wailed and moved her hands to cover herself, but he grabbed her wrists and pulled them away. “My lord, please...” she sobbed uselessly and he slapped her pretty face suddenly. She only remained on her feet since he had one of her wrists in his hands.
Then, with a slight growl, he pushed his head into her tiny teenage tits and began licking and slobbering all over them, her puffy nipples already rock hard. He rolled his tongue over it, nibbled at it, then moved to the next, ensuring as much of his saliva as possible covered her tits. Tears slowly fell from her eyes as he molested her chest, savouring the taste of her delicate skin. After some minutes, he moved away and caught his breath. “Mother said when she was your age her tits were the talk of the family. They must have been twice the size yours are now. I've seen fat boys with more of a chest than you.” he spoke to her, disregarding her feelings as he always had done. Hooking his fingers under the waistband of his bottoms, he tugged them down a few inches, putting one hand inside them and groping his manhood.
“Mother must have had men lined up, all wanting a piece of her. Very few actually got to, of course. It was said she was very picky, even in her whorish teenage years.” as he spoke of Cersei he felt himself get harder and harder. He plunged into her chest once more and attacked her nipples with his tongue, every so often placing a nipple between his teeth and applying pressure, Sansa fidgeting and sobbing the whole time. She didn't know what disgusted her more, his mouth on her tits or his talk of his own mother. Still toying with himself in his pants, he called over to the guard. “You there. Come!” he barked, and the man obeyed instantly. The guard, though his helmet concealed most of his features, must have been at least twenty years older than both of them. He didn't look directly at Sansa, but focused on his king. “My lord.” he said simply, standing still. “Aren't these the smallest tits you've ever seen?” he asked the man with a smirk.
Sansa flushed a shade of red that was rare even for her. The guard looked down at the fourteen year old stunner, drank in the sight of her delicious flat chest, her nipples soaked with spit. “Yes, my Lord. The smallest ever.” of course the guard would say anything he was told to but there was no lie in his voice. A fresh tear ran down her pale cheek. “Remove your gauntlets.” he ordered, and so the man did. “Place your hand on her right tit.” Sansa began to tremble and tried to move, but the guard's large hand captured her chest and held her. Joffrey then lowered his bottoms properly and his small cock sprang out, dripping with pre-cum. Sansa couldn't bare to look. “Actually, stand behind her. Put both hands on each tit.” he said, grinning as he openly masturbated in front of them both. Sansa was shaking and crying but neither of the men cared. “Squeeze her nipples.” and she wailed out loudly, the strength of his fingers taking her by surprise.
Her tiny nubs were almost flattened between his thumb and fingers. Joffrey relished the discomfort it was causing the girl and wanked himself faster. Then he licked a tear from her cheek and shivered in delight. Sansa was his toy to torment, punish and molest as he pleased and there was not a soul around to help her. His free hand moved to the rags around her waist, running a finger up and down the length. “You feel warm. This excites you, doesn't it? Exposed, outdoors, a stranger playing with your nipples.” he spoke to himself mostly, knowing she wouldn't answer. He didn't need to hear her voice anyway, unless she was moaning or sobbing. His finger sneaked into the side of the rags and ran across the short red hairs that grew above her pussy. He played with her pubes for a moment before letting go of his cock and pulling the rag away, stripping her of her final piece of clothing.
Sansa squealed and began to struggle, but the guard's heavy hands on her tits kept her in place easily. A fourteen year old girl stood no chance against such strength. Joffrey, smiling, returned his hand to his cock and continued wanking as he dropped to his knees for a better look at Sansa's pussy. “When I bathed with Mother, she'd sit on the edge of the tub, her legs spread wider than you could imagine. Her wet cunt would glisten towards me and I'd bathe and stare at it. Yours is glistening too, though not as much.” he used his hands to part her legs more, now she was completely exposed. “Maybe one day you'll actually grow some tits like hers, though I doubt that. Weak blood.” smirking, he licked the inside of her left leg.
“Put her on her knees. Put your fingers either side of her mouth and make sure she can't close it.” The King said suddenly, and the guard obeyed. Sobbing and shaking still, Sansa was forced to her knees and his fingers gaped her mouth open. Her eyes were flooded with tears as she looked up at him with terror. Jerking himself slowly, he stood over her, admiring the vulnerable and cruel position he had forced her to be in. The King was close to cumming, and Sansa's little mouth would receive it, whether she wanted to or not. Though hard, his foreskin was too tight to expose his head, and he placed his tip on her tongue which tried to resist him but naturally responded to the intrusion. “Get your tongue right in my foreskin!” he ordered, not caring that his cock was brushing the fingers of the guard.
Sansa knew the quicker she did as she was told the quicker it would be over. She despised having to do this, and particularly hated how his tight foreskin looked dirty. He often made her plunge her tongue into it, or run her finger under as much of it as she could. She hated everything about him and cursed the day she ended up in this nightmare. Joffrey was in heaven himself and as her tongue found it's way into his foreskin he couldn't help but moan deeply. “Mother told me the skin shouldn't be so tight, but that she liked it. It made my cock unique. She'd roll her finger around just inside the skin until my whole body was shaking. Whenever I want a proper, fulfilling orgasm, I'll go to Mother. But you'll do in the mean time.” his words were vile and cruel and it made her cry more, gagging on the guards fingers that pried her mouth open.
Joffrey began thrusting into her mouth with a steady rhythm and within twenty seconds he was cumming. “Swallow, whore!” he howled out, placing his hands on her head and pulling her into him, his cock spurting blobs of spunk into her fourteen year old throat as he thrashed with pleasure, the guard playing his part by enduring the mess that was on his fingers. “Fucking little slut!” he howled again, his orgasm strengthened by his insults. “Choke on my dirty spunk!” he laughed, spurting a few more times before he dried up, his cock spasming within her, his hand tightly in her hair. She flailed against him, her hands on his thighs trying to push him away, but he was enjoying it far too much. She coughed and spluttered and the guards fingers made her gag. Joffrey slowly pulled out as Sansa dry heaved, making him chuckle.
He nodded to the guard that he could let go, and he did, using the little girls hair to wipe his fingers clean of her saliva and his King's cum. Sansa coughed and struggled to breathe as Joffrey loomed over her, his small cock slowly softening. Her jaw ached and she felt sick, taking deep breathes to regain her composure. Just as she felt she had recovered, he began to piss on her, at first his hot jet blasted her dirty feet, then he aimed his cock at her stomach. Sansa, knowing better than to try and escape, laid there and took it. The beautiful fourteen year old was well and truly defiled, and now came the ultimate humiliation of being urinated on. Joffrey's piss was steaming hot and stang her body as he made sure he got plenty on her tits and her toned thighs. Sansa sat and took it, crying softly and screaming internally.
“Guard. Fetch a maid. Have her cleaned and ready for later. I might need her for a second orgasm if Mother is busy.” he looked at her like she was a used object as he spoke, and the guard vanished. Joffrey flicked his cock of cum and piss, used one of the torn rags to dry his cock before dressing himself. “Nude, used, drenched in piss. All girls belong in this position. I dream of your cunty little sister like this, too, and that bitch of a mother of yours. Family of skanks!” was his final insult as he spat at her, turning his back and walking away casually like nothing had ever happened. A maid finally came to collect Sansa and the girl burst into tears, holding onto the only people who would ever show her any sympathy.
The King didn't look back.