A wildling learns her place []

This life was not what Osha had in mind when she boarded that hastily-built skiff to cross the Bay of Ice. Had things gone according to plan, she and her companions would still be living on the lam, but in much warmer climes. Instead, everything fell apart that day in the Wolfwood when her tiny group of wildlings decided to ambush a little lord riding his horse around. Within minutes the other wildling men were dead and Osha found herself groveling on her knees before Robb Stark, begging him to spare her life in exchange for her service and fealty. He accepted her offer promptly, but his definition of "service" was quite different from what she had in mind. With one hand he grabbed her natty, unkempt hair, and with the other he pulled his lordly, nine-inch member from his breeches. Its girth swelled slightly outwards towards the middle of the shaft, giving it the impression of a club. After having cried and begged profusely, Osha's countenance suddenly went almost blank in awe and fear at the sight of it. She looked up at him with pleading eyes as if to beg him to reconsider, but her blushing cheeks betrayed her lust for it.

"Watch closely Bran, you ought to learn how a lord treats those who wronged him or his kin" he called out to his younger brother.

Standing behind her, Theon eagerly groped his own bulge, hoping to get a chance to indulge his cruelty with this disgusting wildling bitch. Robb pulled her by her hair towards the tip of his cock and pressed it expectantly against her surprisingly supple lips. She perfunctorily spat on his dick in preparation. Osha did not dare resist at this point, and dutifully slid her lips past the head of his dick while she began to jerk the base of it with her hands. This went on for a minute or so; she had hoped that the overeager young lord would release his load quickly, but while he did not disapprove of her performance (at least by how hard his manhood felt) he had quickly become bored with it. Suddenly it became clear that Robb was not interested in a typical blowjob - with both hands he pushed her head down on his dick and began to thrust. Osha opened her mouth wide, as she would not risk grazing his thick member with her teeth as he gradually picked up the pace. The wet sound of her mouth being violated echoed in the woods.

*gleck-glirgh-gack-glihck*

"You want mercy you conniving little bitch? This is what mercy feels like" Robb growled, "This may look harsh Bran, but this is a far better punishment and penance than ****" Robb reassured his young brother, who felt his loins welling with a strange sensation at the vulgar display despite his paralysis.

"And besides, you know what your father says: he who passes the sentence should swing the sword" quipped Theon, smirking and jerking his cock.

Robb let out a hearty laugh and began to **** her face even harder. Without warning he battered his rigid cock past her already abused tonsils into her throat. She had been subject to this kind of treatment before, both willfully and otherwise, but still struggled against her gag-reflex, retching and holding down what little food she had as she felt him forcefully slide down her gullet.

*glurghk-glakh-glochk-gholck-gulghk*

After a few minutes of this **** her throat was sore but yielding, allowing Robb to sloppily fuck her throat almost as easily as a cunt. He found himself unexpectedly impressed at the resilience of the wildling slut **** on his cock. For the first time since she took him in her mouth, she looked up at his eyes. Her face, already dirty from weeks of hard traveling, was flecked with spittle while strands of drool coated her chin, but strangely this hardly diminished her sharp, sensuous features. To match her intense yet attractive brows, her alluring eyes were dark for a wildling girl. Behind them, Osha struggled to hide her shameful arousal, desperately trying to deny her own satisfaction at being used for a man's pleasure like property, but gave in. She slid her grubby fingers down her bush to play with her dripping cunt.

The sight of this slut pleasuring himself despite (or because of?) the angry throatfucking he had given her pushed him over the edge. Robb pushed her head down to the hilt until her nose was pressed against his bush just before he felt his cock tense up and pulsate. With his balls slapping against her chin, Osha felt warm strands of cum shoot down her esophagus. When she finally was able to pull herself off of his cock, coughing and gasping for air, she felt a perverse sense of pride after enduring such an aggressive oral **** without vomiting. Still jacking off, Theon strolled over and abruptly came on her face, for which she shot him a nasty look.

"I think we should keep her Robb, I've never seen a maiden or whore in Winterfell take a battering like that and keep their breakfast" Theon remarked. Osha spotted an opportunity; she might avoid the most miserable kinds of hard labor if she could leverage her position as a sex-****.

"It's simply a matter of experience m'lord. You might be big, but you aren't no giant" replied Osha in her husky voice, "there's a reason you call us Free Folk 'wildlings.'" She gave the young northerners her best sultry gaze and licked Theon's cum off her fingers. They looked her over with a potent mix of lust, disgust, and contempt.

"Aye, she's worth keeping around" Robb concurred, "we'all have to see if her arse can take as much pounding as her gullet when we get her cleaned up."

Dread, lust, and excitement washed over Osha all at once at the thought of being fucked in her dirty asshole as the implications behind her newfound livelihood began to dawn on her. Ever since her womanhood bloomed she had used her sex and innate lust to survive from one day to the next. She offered her sleek, toughened body in exchange for food, shelter, or mercy. Sometimes there was no offer at all, it was simply taken from her. She fought back, as any woman of the Free Folk would, but more often than not she was outmatched in a test of physical strength. To be ravaged and commodified was simply a fact of life for Osha, but never had the potential gains been so great; to be taken in by a lord would be the end to the hunger, deprivation, and danger that forever stalked her kind beyond The Wall. She was more than ready to play the role of "feisty wildling" and "**** fuck-toy" in exchange for the best shot at survival she would ever find.