The Lady of Winterfell

Some combination of those words echoed through Arya's mind for Gods knows how long as she gently fucked her sister up the arse. She was so consumed by these thoughts and the sight before her Arya probably wouldn't have been able to continue the butt fuck if she hadn't had a lot of practice. Fortunately she was able to slip into autopilot for what felt like days of pure heaven.

Then an unfamiliar sound awoke her from her daze. For a second she was scared, her eyes darting around looking for someone else who could have made that sound, but then she very clearly heard Sansa moan and Arya's eyes went wide. Although not as wide as the grin which crossed her face a few seconds later.

"Oh my Gods, did you just moan?" Arya chuckled.

"No." Sansa whimpered pathetically.

"You did! You did fucking moan!" Arya cackled, ignoring her sister and continuing her taunting, "You just fucking moaned from getting your arse fucked! Gods Sansa, you're such a whore. And I love it!"

Sansa blushed as red as her hair, buried her face in the bed sheets and whimpered pathetically, desperately trying to avoid whatever taunting words Arya might have for her. However instead of that Arya just continued to concentrate on slowly pumping her cock in and out of Sansa's arse, which was far more devastating as it somehow just caused the unnatural pleasure Sansa was feeling to increase.

It had been steadily increasing pretty much ever since the official arse fucking had begun, Sansa's bottom relaxing embarrassingly quickly to the point where she barely felt a dull ache, and then nothing but pure pleasure. Worse still, that pleasure was greater then any she'd felt before, even when Arya went down on her.

It soon became very clear that her attempts to hide her level of enjoyment were fruitless, as Arya cackled like the evil creature she was at Sansa's misery, just like she had when they were kids and she was playing one of her practical jokes on her. Only this was so much worse. This was unspeakable. This was so wrong. This was Arya turning Sansa into an anal whore. Her anal whore.

And just when it seemed Arya had reached the peak of humiliating Sansa, the younger sister began spanking the older sister, demanding that she begged for more. Which Sansa briefly tried to resist, but it was just too much. The pain, the pleasure, the fact that she was enjoying every moment of this horrendous act, all of it was just too much.

"Yeahhhhhh, that's it sis, moan for me! Moan like the whore you are!" Arya demanded with wicked laughter, and several strikes to her sister's rear, "Moan and beg for more! Come on bitch, you know you want too. Just do it! Mmmmm yeahhhhh, beg and moan for me sis! Beg and moan like the whore you are! Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhh, beg and moan like a good whore, or I won't make you cum."

As she was already moaning Sansa hoped all it would take was her softly crying out, "More."

Of course it didn't, and Arya pushed her with an extra hard slap to her arse, "Louder!"

"More!" Sansa cried out as loudly as she dared, before in a slightly softer voice continuing, "Fuck me like a whore! Oooooooh Goooooddddddssssss, fuck my arse! Fuck it hard! Make me your whore!"

Grabbing a tight hold of Sansa's hair and pulling it back Arya growled in her sister's ear, "My anal whore?"

"Yes, your anal whore." Sansa whimpered.

"My arse slut?" Arya pushed with a tug on Sansa's hair.

"Yes, your arse slut." Sansa whined.

"My bitch?" Arya pushed with another tug on Sansa's hair.

"Yes." Sansa whimpered, hesitantly continuing, "I'll be your bitch. Oh please Arya, make me your bitch. Make me anything you want me to be, just make me cum. Please Arya, fuck my arse and make me cum. Please? I need it so bad."

"Then get on your hands and knees and fuck me back." Arya demanded as she pushed Sansa forward, "Oh Gods yes, that's it, my Lady. Show me what an arse sex loving bitch you are! Mmmmm yeahhhhhh, ride that dick! Ride it! That's it, oooooooh, good girl. Good little anal whore. Oh Sansa, you're gonna make such a good bitch."

Holding out her hands as she fell Sansa landed on them, and then almost immediately started slamming her needy arse back against Arya's thrusts, brutally impaling herself upon that big cock. Which of course caused Arya to giggle wickedly, but it also caused her little sister to fuck her harder, and that was all that mattered to Sansa at that moment.

Yes, all that mattered was her own selfish pleasure, and she'd give up every ounce of her dignity to earn herself the orgasm she so desperately needed. Which turned out to be worth it, as she received what she wanted seconds after the butt fucking had become truly brutal.

When it finally arrived it was like no orgasm Sansa had ever experienced before. It was like no feeling she'd ever experienced before. It was incredible. The purist ecstasy she had ever known. It also made her fear for a few long seconds that she had pissed herself, only to realise that was her cum.

That was her cum squirting violently out of her cunt, and it continue to do so as Arya effortlessly fucked her arse through climax after climax, each one feeling more powerful then the last until it felt like one continuous orgasm which melted Sansa's mind and left her a blissfully happy anal whore.

Her sister's anal whore, Sansa's last coherent thought for quite a while being that was all she wanted to be now. Arya's anal whore. Or maybe just Arya's whore. Arya's bitch. Oh yes, Sansa wanted to be Arya's bitch. Her little sister's bitch.

Arya wanted that. She wanted that more than she'd ever wanted anything else in her life, which was really saying something. For a moment that thought felt like a betrayal, but how could it not be true? This arse, this perfect arse was a work of art. Clearly made for fucking, and no man could ever fuck it as good as Arya.

Just the thought of any man, or anyone else, touching her sister's rear centre into a burning rage, which of course she used to slam Sansa's shit-pipe even harder. No, Arya needed to be the one to fuck it. Oh yes, this arse needed daily fuckings, and Arya was going to make sure Sansa got them, and they would be just as brutally hard as this.

Suddenly Arya was hit with the perfect vision of their future. One in which Sansa sat on the throne of Winterfell listening to the complaints of the North, devising battle strategies with John, etc, and the entire time she'd be squirming from cheek to cheek to try and dull the pain coming from her well-fucked arse.

Oh yes, Sansa Stark would never be able to sit down again without agonising pain. Or take a shit. Or even walk around. And when she did it would be with a gaping wide open arse hole, because whenever she retired to her chambers Sansa would find Arya waiting for her, and the dignified, smart and respected Lady Of Winterfell would bend over and allow Arya to take her like a bitch.

Just as they had said, Sansa would be Arya's bitch. Hers to use however she wanted. Whenever she wanted. Wherever she wanted.

Oh yes, Sansa could be listening to those whining lords in the Great Hall, and Arya would make her dismiss everyone of them so she could bend Sansa over the throne their ancestors sat in and wreck her arse just like she was doing now, just to show everyone that The Lady Of Winterfell was in charge of everyone and everything in this castle, and even the North itself, except her own body.

That belonged to Arya, to do with as she pleased. Sansa was hers, a message Arya drilled into her big sister's head through multiple orgasms, and would do so again if necessary.

For what felt like an eternity the two Stark girls became like wild animals. Wolves mating in the wild. Using each other to satisfy a primal need. Oh Gods yes, the entire world melted away and the only thing left in it was Sansa's arse cheeks jiggling against her thighs, Sansa's shit hole hugging and clamping down on her cock, and of course Sansa's hysterical screams.

Just like Sansa's world was now only the strap-on plundering her bowels. At some point Sansa used up all her energy and collapsed in a whimpering mess, her lower half only staying in the air because of Arya's vice-like grip on her waist. Arya considered doing the same, but there was something else she wanted to do even more. So she sodomised Sansa to a few more orgasms, then yanked her cock out of her arse, spread her cheeks and whistled.

"Wow, that's one ruined hole." Arya murmured softly, before really starting to taunt her sister, "Fuck Sansa, your shit hole is gaping wide open because I just used it like a whore's cunt!"

"Arya!" Sansa whined softly and pathetically.

Ignoring the protest Arya doubled down by smacking Sansa's arse and taunting her sibling, "How does it feel sis? How does it feel to have an open arse hole?"

"It hurts." Sansa whimpered in between crying out at the force of the strikes.

"Good, it will help remind you who is really in charge around here." Arya growled, smacking that sore little bottom again, "And who owns your arse!"

"Yes! Yes, you own my arse! It's yours! I'm yours! You're the true Lady of Winterfell! Not me." Sansa wept.

Sansa just couldn't help herself. Arya had just completely blown her mind, and the only thing left of her was a completely broken mess. And not just because of all the orgasms. They were by far the greatest she'd ever known, but Sansa was addicted to the feeling of total and utter submission that she had felt while Arya had been pounding her arse deep and hard.

Hell, she even loved the feeling of her most private hole remaining so horrendously open and sore, because it was a reminder of the ownership her own sister had over her body, a fact she was struggling not to admit. Thankfully Arya gave her a little time to recover before pushing her even further, the younger sister pausing to stare at Sansa's ruined back hole, while the older sister bizarrely felt pride that she was still pleasing Arya with her arse.

"Interesting..." Arya finally murmured while still staring deep into Sansa's rectum via her stretched bum hole, "Would you do anything for me?"

"Yes!" Sansa whimpered without hesitation.

"Would you suck this cock?" Arya asked.

Instead of answering Sansa lifted her head out of the bed sheets and looked at Arya to see how serious she was. She was of course deadly serious, leaving Sansa with what should have been an easy choice, do something disgusting just to please her little sister, or keep a shred of her dignity.

But she truly meant the words she had just said, and Sansa was desperate to prove that, and she was so lost in the blissful feeling of submission, that she actually did it. She gave up what little dignity she had left, if she even had any. She lifted herself up, turned around and crawled to where Arya was now kneeling, briefly glanced at her sister, blushed and then Sansa wrapped her lips around the fake cock which had just been deeply embedded within her arse.

Amazingly it didn't taste nearly as foul as Sansa imagined it would. Although maybe that would have been better, because instead she found she instantly liked the taste and actually fucking moaned with obvious delight at the flavour. Also because the Lady of Winterfell was doing something so utterly unspeakable. Perhaps the ultimate taboo.

Because really, nothing could be worse than this. And yet, Sansa loved it. She loved the taste of her own arse, and she loved sucking it off her little sister's dick, Sansa looking up lovingly at Arya as she quickly cleaned the head and then started worshipping the rest of the cock. Which actually rendered her loudmouthed sister silent for once, although it did not last long.

"Oh fuck... that's so hot!" Arya exclaimed with delight, "Mmmmm yeah, suck my cock sis! Taste your fucking arse on my big dick! Oh fuck Sansa, you're going to make such a great bitch! Ohhhhhh yeahhhhh, the Lady of Winterfell is going to make such a good little bitch for me, the true Lady of Winterfell! Ooooooh yessssss sis, suck it! Suck it good!"

Those words of encouragement just made Sansa suck that dick more enthusiastically and take it deep into her mouth with every bob of her head. Sadly she couldn't take it very far. She'd only given a blow job to her last husband a few times, and that had been so unpleasant she had promised herself she would never do it again.

But she'd been just so desperate to please Arya that she hadn't even remembered, and when she did she barely slowed down before redoubling her efforts, determined to become the best cock sucker ever because she was going to be Arya's cock sucker. Sansa Stark was Arya Stark's bitch, meaning that from now on the Lady of Winterfell was going to do whatever it takes to please the true Lady of Winterfell.