A Need to Suffer

Over and Under

This chapter is probably the most brutal in the story, so be warned! GRAPHIC depiction of gang rape! This is as dark as I've gotten in the 30+ chapters that I've written, but I wanted to give a heads up to hold on to your seats and know what you're getting yourself into here! :P
(Forgive any typos, I was trying to post this before going out for dinner, so editing was a bit rushed! Oo)

Chapter Three

Over and Under

Ramsay stared at the ceiling holding himself stiffly due to the uncomfortable manner in which Sansa had left him with that phallic wooden object still buried deeply inside him. A rope had been wrapped around his waist and between his thighs crisscrossed to secure the hold of the dildo within a wedge in its handle. She’d shoved the huge wooden cock in up to the hilt and was sure to tie it to him tightly to insure there would be no way he could expel it from himself (and he’d tried! On and off for most of the night in fact.)

The dildo was firmly set in place, and it wasn’t going anywhere. Ramsay had squirmed and shifted in every capacity he’d had trying to relax enough to ease the pain and rawness he felt back there, but no matter how he tried, it was an impossible task for him to reconcile enough with his ego to allow himself to rest with that thing inside him. Just knowing she had done this to him, was still doing this to him… it was enough to keep him on edge with a burning inner contempt towards her, but his wrath was devolving more into self-pity as time lurched on. He didn’t deserve this!

His muscles shook now from his weariness; he was sore all over, and his head swam from exhaustion. He had to have been tied to this contraption three days now? It was hard to tell with how many times he’d come in and out of consciousness that first night and day before Sansa had come to grace him with her company. She’d left him with the words, ‘Take some time to reflect how you came to be where you are right now; I look forward to what tomorrow brings.’ That was yesterday afternoon, and now it was mid-morning the next day.

Ramsay’s head jerked to attention when he heard the groan of the heavy iron door announcing someone’s arrival. It wasn’t Sansa though, it was her bastard brother. He grimaced as a shamed heat rose through him knowing the state he was in, and the fact that Jon would clearly behold exactly what his sister had done to him.

Jon had stopped frozen a few steps into the dungeon as he’d taken in Ramsay’s visage with no small amount of shock. He knew Sansa had said she wanted to have time with Ramsay before executing him, but when she’d just expressed that she now wished to forgo the execution and keep him as a prisoner for a while, he’d been more than a little surprised. She hadn’t gone into details about what she’d done to him, but word had gotten back to Jon from a casual conversation through Tormund what she’d asked of him and the fact she’d also put it out there that anyone that wanted to take him bodily would be given the opportunity tonight after the sun had set. Several men were already chomping at the bit to have their way with Ramsay whether for purely sexual desire or as a bit of fitful revenge for their own losses.

The ex-night’s watchmen had been taken aback by the news and felt a need to confront Sansa himself only to see she wasn’t here, and what he did see made his stomach twist in knots. He found it hard to believe his sister, Sansa could have been capable of such torture, but it had been some time since they’d spent any real time together. Between war and everything else, life had become rather complicated.

Jon swallowed hard moving further into the room towards Ramsay who had lowered his head his muscles shaking from exhaustion and adrenaline. Jon’s eyes scanned over him noting his attempts to avoid eye contact. His jaw clenched in anger as recognition that Ramsay must have been truly horrible to his sister for her to want to go to such extremes to hurt him.