Become The Filling of a Stark Sister Sandwich

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Rob stood up, signaling his desire to join in, looming over the nude, lewd Stark sisters. They both smiled brightly at him, expecting and wanton.

"Please, come and join us, Master." Sansa beckoned. Arya only offered a shy, nervous nod, to which Sansa thought was not appropriate enough. She whispered something into her sister's ear, which made Arya blushed, only for Sansa to forcibly tell her, "Say, it Arya!"

Blushing ever fiercer, Arya managed to say, in a warm, pleasing tone, "Thank you for making us into your slaves, Master."

Sansa whispered something else. Arya blushed again, but did not balk.

"Our bodies exists to serve you, Master."

Another whisper, another order. This time, Arya leaned into it, spreading her vaginal walls with a free hand, revealing pink, virginal innards.

"Please, fill all of our holes with your cock and seed, Master."

Arya earned a kiss as a reward for her compliance, before Rob joined the two of the floor. The elder sister had obvious seniority, so he kissed Sansa first. Her lips were pillowy soft, he tongue was a silken ribbon dancing within his mouth. Her skin was a cool to the touch, almost steaming where his erection pressed against her stomach. Sansa almost seemed to dance within Rob's grip, waist and hips rolling along a tide of quiet pleasure.

Arya patiently waited her turn, once more rewarded for being such a good, obedient pet. Her kiss was initially feverish, tongue jutting out wildly, sloppy and wet, but she was soon overwhelmed, going limp while Rob held her. She gagged on an over abundance of saliva and made happy gurgling noises while sucking on Rob's tongue.

"Before we go further," Rob said, stroking the hair of a panting Arya, the other hand on Sansa's hip. "I think we should play a little dress-up with your dolly, Sansa." Arya shivered, knowing she was the "dolly" in this equation, while Sansa gave a smile, putting a proud arm over her sister. "I want to show you how beautiful and sexy you can make Arya, while not taking away any of the charm that makes her so attractive to begin with."

Arya scooted away, so that, when finished, she could show offer her new attire. "Please, sir, make me beautiful and sexy." Arya begged. "Just like Sansa. I want to be like Sansa..."

Rob gave her a soft smile. While it was fun to hear Sansa talk down to her sister, to have Cersei and Daenerys denigrate her, he truly did believe Arya possessed plenty of beauty to herself, both physical and intangible. If not, Rob's wish would not have conjured her to this earth. So, Rob would make her beautiful and sexy, but he would make her beautiful and sexy like Arya.

He snapped his fingers.

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Her short, pageboy cut was now styled and coifed, brushed and fringed to one side. A thin cloth top crossed her chest in the form of an X, accompanied by a thong, both in virginal white. Golden bangles jingled and jangled from her wrists and ankles. The brightness and innocence of her eyes were highlighted and accentuated by wisps of black mascara and eyeliner, while her lips were plumped up with bright pink lipstick, her finger- and toenails painted the exact came colour.

All in all, she looked like Arya Stark in the role of a harem girl, an all too fitting appearance for the girl, now. In Rob's mind, she looked perfect.

Rob's cock twitched at the sight of her, signaling it's approval of Arya's new look, while Rob smiled beatifically at the two sisters and their reaction. The room lacked a mirror, so Arya was **** to examine her arms and outfit, staring down in disbelief at her perfectly manicured fingernails, her sparkling jewelry, and her form-fitting and form-defining attire. Her face lit up like the sun, smiling bigger and brighter than Rob had ever saw - from any version or variant of Arya Stark - and meeting his smile. Meeting his eyes and the approval they carried. Meeting his cock, which pulsed and throbbed with need. She blushed and licked her lips, but Rob could see the daring, adventurous girl lurking within her, mingling with the lovestruck beauty she now was.

Shifting his eyes to Sansa, Rob saw the redhead at a loss for words. She too was blushing, furiously at that, eyes glued to her sister-turned-lover. Her lips moved in silent patter, and Rob could see the words dwelling on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to gush over how beautiful Arya was, how cute she was, how much she loved her, how proud she was as her sister. But Sansa Stark was a proper lady, and proper ladies did not gush and coo like a lovesick girl. And, more importantly, Sansa Stark was the older sister, and she felt that she must maintain a level of detachment towards her sibling.

Rob, of course, felt no such thing, and decided to egg on the flustered Sansa. "Don't you think your sister looks ravishing, Sansa dear?"

Stammering and coughing, Sansa eventually found her tongue, replying to Rob, not Arya, with, "Well, she is my pet, after all. She must reflect upon me, so it's only naturally for her to be so beautiful."

Looking up with hopeful eyes, Arya asked. "You think I look beautiful?" Her eyes darted between Rob and Sansa, then back again.

"I absolutely do." Rob answered, earning a tremulous smile and a restrained squeal from the brainfucked brunette.

Sansa once more sank back to the stations and demands of nobility, turning her nose up. "You look like a tawdry whore from a - admittedly high-class - brothel."

The comment did little to damper Arya's mood, especially not when Rob moved near her, sitting on the chair behind her and beckoning her to stand. Arya did so, hands and arms folded over her stomach. It had the effect of pushing up her meager bust beneath her flimsy top. "What would you have of me, sir?"

"Your virginity. Then your sister's. In that order."

Both sisters blushed, fluttering their eyes, as if Rob's crude command were the most honeyed of romantic words. "Oh, my, so forward, Master." Sansa said, coyly. Rob smirked back at her.

"I had plenty of foreplay watching the two of you have fun with each other." He then motioned to his erection. "As you can see, I am more than ready for the two of you."

With Sansa's help, Arya was relieved of her thong, before being picked up by the hips by Rob. He towered over the girl and, while no one would call him muscular or strong, her diminutive form weighing next to nothing to him. Arya faced away from Rob, reverse cowgirl style, as she was slowly lowered down on this cock. Sansa watched her sister with a critical eye.

Almost immediately, as her lower lips parted and Rob's bulbous head penetrated her, Arya began to squirm and whine, a low tone that rose and build. Rob worried her down and down along his length, Arya breathing sharply through her nose, until he came into contact with her hymen. At that point, he mercilessly slammed her downward, piercing through the thin membrane with violent ****, quickly drawing virginal blood.

Arya gasped and coughed at the suddenness of it all, not even registering the pain or discomfort until Rob began to slowly rock his hips back and forth. Breath escaped her, halfway between a moan and a pained yelped, as tears began to well in her eyes. Despite her obvious discomfort, Rob thoroughly enjoyed her virgin slut, hot and tight and greedy as it was. Slick walls clamped down on the side of his rod and urged it deeper and deeper, to stretch and contort the untainted depths of this pussy. He brought Arya closer to her, cradling her against his body and kissing her neck.

"Ah, Master...! It feels good, but it hurts," Arya whined, earning a tsk-tsk from her sister.

"Oh, grow up, Arya." Sansa snipped, unsympathetic to her sister's plight. All the same, she still removed Arya's top and began to plant soft kisses on her breast, between them on her sternum, eventually trailing down to her navel. Her lips were hot and wet and did much to console her. "You should be grateful Master is using you like this."

"I am, I am, but-"

"And roll your hips! You can't let him do all the work. We're suppose to be sexslaves! Be sexy!"

"It's okay, Arya." Rob soothed, a balm against Sansa's stinging criticisms. "I've taken a lot of girl's virginities recently, I know I can be a bit big for first-timers." He began to pick up the pace, the wet sound of flesh slapping flesh filling the room with a pounding cadence. "But don't worry, we'll do this again and again until I've stretched your cunt to perfectly fit around my cock!"

"Nnngh - YES!" Arya roared in response, pussy clenching even tighter despite the pain, girl-cum juicing from her lower lips. "That sounds so wonderful, sir..."

With a little more guidance from Sansa, Arya got into the rhythm of fucking, of riding cock and being pounded in turn. She continued to whine and moan, releasing shivering cries and barks of surprise, panting and gasping every few seconds, as new sensations overwhelmed her. This was even better than Sansa's fingers or her tongue! She didn't think anything could better than that. Did all cock feel this good. Was that why women became whores?

Sansa had a similar thought, even as she continued to play with her sister's body, engulfing her breasts with her mouth, swirling her tongue around the fleshy mounds, flicking at her hard nipples. They were brown in colour, almost as dark as Arya's hair. "We women call each other whores as an insult." Sansa mused, long strands of saliva linking her chin to Arya's chest. "But right now, it seems rather freeing. Rather fitting. That we should be whores and sluts. Don't you agree, Arya?"

"Ahaha... yes!" Arya moaned, cumming again with another buck of Rob's hips. Her eyes were watering, but from sheer bliss as oppose to pain. She had lost total control of herself, pleasure beyond anything she knew ripping through her with each thrust of Rob's mighty cock. "I love this, I'm so much happier... I know I used to be such a wild child, such a hellion... I made our lives so difficult, Sansa. But all I wanted was this! I wanted your love, I wanted a firm hand to tell me what to do! I'm so happy now! I love you Sansa, I love you Master!"

"Well... hrrg, I'm glad I can make a difference, dear. You deserve this! Both of you do! Obey and serve and you'll be the happiest girls on Earth!"

As Arya moaned and came, over and over, finally feeling the hot rush of Rob's cum filling her tight pussy, Sansa backed away, watching with hungry eyes, subconsciously touching herself. Her naughty sister had her fill, now it was hers. If Rob enjoyed Arya this much, then he would find her body stellar beyond compare, she was certain.

When Rob finished the younger Stark, ceasing the motion of his hips and letting her fully hilt and come to a complete stop, Sansa swooped in. She pulled Arya off the desired cock with a loud and wet PLOP and set her face down on the floor. A thick slurry of speed spilled out of her gaping, stretched pussy, Arya barely moving and only making content noises of completion. Sansa then mounted Arya, laying atop her in the same position - face forward, back to the ceiling, and her own soaking pussy facing Rob.

"If you've had your fill with the appetizer, my lord..." Sansa teased, shaking her rump, fingers spreading her lips. Her voice dripped with amorous demand, with lustful urgency, and with a touch of sisterly jealousy. "Then I promise you'll find the main course delectable~"

Rob could only chuckle. Clearly, Sansa had internalized a lot of seduction techniques from Cersei. But, those words and actions coming from a youthful redhead - especially one as lovely as Sansa Stark - as opposed to a blonde cougar, made them extra enticing.

Rob saw no reason to further tease and **** the poor girl, lining up and slamming into Sansa. She made an undignified, unladylike, ignoble yip, as Rob took her virginity, too, straining against the sheer girth of Rob's cock, even as he grabbed a handful or red hair and yanked back.

"You wanted this, didn't you, dear?" Rob asked. He brought his entire weight to bear, pressing down on Sansa, who in turn, pressed down atop Arya. The younger girl did not protest, squirming delightful beneath her sister's body. "You minx, you temptress, you slut!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Throwing away years of training and rearing, lessons and ideals, Sansa devolved into animalistic splendor, tossing free strands of hair in the air, sweating and panting and rutting like a bitch in heat. "I was raised to be a lady, to be a wife, to love and serve a man and now I have you, sir!" Her body adjusted quickly to Rob's size, feeling waves of pleasure as she slammed into her, driving deeper and deeper, to parts she had no idea existed. "I am happy to give my life and my sister's to a man like you, Master! Everything has been worth it for this moment."

She was crying tears of joy, to which Rob was touched, even in the middle of such a carnal act. "I know. I know your lives have been tough. Ever since your parents died, you and Arya have been **** to grow up fast in a cruel world, without home or family or stability. But, that all changes now! I'll give you a home, I'll give you stability. I'll give you a family and all the love you two hot bitches can handle! Your hardships are over, Sansa, you're my slaves now, and my slaves will only live the best lives!"

Sansa orgasmed for the first times, from both stimulation and from the sentiment of Rob's words. It was all true. Growing up at court, just her and her sister, barely surviving... hell, even now, they were all but prisoner's in this hotel the past few weeks, fleeing ****. Rich and noble the Starks may be, they were girls without a home. But now Master had come to their rescue. Sansa sighed, even as she was fucked, harder and harder. It was almost like a fairy tale. A brave knight rescuing a princess from being locked in a tower, or held captive by a dragon.

Though, in this case, the princess pledged her mind and body to the knight, vowing eternal sexual servitude.

Rob inflated the size of his nuts, a pair of pendulous globes chalked full with hot, gooey semen, so big that they slapped and clapped against the bodies of both Sansa and Arya. At this, Arya stirred beneath Sansa, wriggling her butt and giggling. "Ooh, does this mean Master is going to give you a baby Sansa? You always went on and on about how badly you wanted to be a mother to your prince."

Sansa blushed, but Rob replied with a hearty laugh. "Oh, hell yeah! I'll knock her up, and you to boot, Arya! You'll both serve at my pleasure with fat, bulging, pregnant bellies, giving birth to beautiful daughters. You'll raise them to be my slaves, too, and you'll come to love them like you love each other. By the time I'm done, the whole world will come to know the Stark family stands for one thing: ****!"

Impulses ran up and down Sansa's spine, frying her brain, as such a lewd fantasy filled her mind's eye. Her and Arya with great big bellies, giving birth to beautiful women. Her daughter would be as beautiful as her, and Arya's would be lovely in a way her mother could never achieve. They would learn all the womanly arts Sansa had: to dance and sing and sew and cook, learn everything that makes a woman and woman. And then they would learn how to pleasure man and woman, how to serve their Master, and how to make them deprave, incestuous whores for his pleasure. It was just too much for the young woman, screaming her lungs out as her pussy sprayed in violent orgasm.

Even Rob, with all of his control over his own sexual powers, couldn't hold back from cumming, seed surging into Sansa, spilling out from her stuffed snatching and splattering across the floor in hot puddles. He shot more and more into her fertile pussy, deliriously hoping one of them would impregnate her, even though her logically knew he wasn't ready to breed his slaves, not yet at least. Such was the power of these lewd fantasies.

Those theoretical daughters - not just Sansa and Arya's, but everyone's - would have to wait. But soon, Rob promised himself. Soon.

Sansa shifted off of Arya, her pussy muscles contracting and expulsing more seed from her body. "Hmm, Arya? Suck the cum out of my pussy..." she ordered, feebly. "Then clean Master's cock... and lick the floors clean...

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Arya complied without a sound, happily lapping up all of Rob's seed like a kitten might drink her milk. Sansa fell into a sound sleep, cheerful smile still across her face, even as Rob have Arya another spurt of cum, right into her mouth. Arya soon curled up next to her sister and fell asleep too, leaving Rob to himself, his thoughts, and Zatanna - still within his mind, still losing her mind over the shared sensation of Rob and his cock.

Leaning back and relaxing, Rob began to formulate his next move. Namely, having Cersei and the others cut loose their connections to the outside world so they could become his in the entirety. Then, they could head back to Port Reyes and continue living up their perfect, slavish lives. Because, while Rob may now have conquered Queens, there would be no resting upon any laurels. Many more beauties still dwelled out there, and many more hunts had to be performed, but sooner or later, they would all be Rob's.

And then, then the real fun could begin.