Pull out the stones

Bran clambered a few feet up next to the door to get at the shaky stones. The screaming and struggling grew all the louder, and Bran swore he could hear the sound of a dress ripping.

He was sure now- Sansa was being assaulted by someone. He finally got the stone loose and pulled it out of it's socket just far enough to peer through the hole. What he saw blew his mind. Sansa was on her knees, tears streaming down her face, her dress tattered into shreds. She wasn't wearing anything under, and her thighs and most of her body were on open display. Despite himself, Bran felt his breeches stir at the sight of his older Sister being abused.

He couldn't see most of the room, but he could hear a man berating Sansa from out of his view.

"You ignorant little slut... you deserve every minute of what I'm about to do to you"

Sansa just cried louder in response.

Bran could not believe who it was when the man finally walked into his view. Ramsay Bolton. He walked around Sansa in a circle, grabbing her small breasts and stroking her neck gingerly. Suddenly he pushed her down and laid atop her, pawing at her body and forcing his tongue down her throat.

He sat back up slightly, rubbing his hands along her outer thighs as he slowly moved them inwards. Sansa squirmed and started screaming

"GET OFF ME! HELP! HELP! ****!"

Ramsay just cackled and began kissing her throat, tearing her dress off completly and exposing her nubile body.

Sansa kept yelling "Oh GOD.. NOT AGAIN PLEASE.... RAMSAY PLEASE...."

On that note, Ramsay slammed his hips forward, slamming himself into Sansa's pussy. The pain was immense for Sansa, and she screamed bloody **** at the intrusion.

as he fucked her roughly, She yelled out, a mixture of pleasure and mostly pain. Ramsay held down her shoulders and started fucking her in earnest, through the tears and sobs. His thrusts become harder and faster, and her screams louder.

"Ahhhhh fuck.. oh my god.. no… stop” she cried out. Ramsay wrapped his hands around her throat and begin to squeeze, letting her breath occasionally, but enjoying the deep red her face turned.

Ramsay could feel himself getting close to the edge. He pulled out and flipped her over again. She struggles and tries to stand and run, but Ramsay threw her onto the bed roughly. As he approached, he watched her petit tits sway with her every movement. Soon he had closed the distance to rub the tip of his cock on her soaking pussy, preparing to violate her again. She pushed her body down and tries to make the angle difficult , but he **** her head down again and slammed home once more.

Sansa is crying now and begging for Ramsay to stop, but he doesn't. He must have been close to orgasm, because he slowly thrust himself inside of her, her body convulsing as her tight hole takes his full length. Her screams echo off the walls as Ramsay starts fucking her hard and fast, wrapping his hands around her throat and squeezing hard- with dangerous ****. He thrust as deeply as he can go and watched her face contort in pain and misery with every stroke. She tries to bite her lip, but cries out when she does. Her body convulses again, and Ramsay's pumps become hateful and full of spite. He slams his penis deep into her and explodes, semen coating Sansa's lithe body and surely impregnating the young girl. She screamed in intense pain

"N-D-DONT GET ME PREGNANT"

Ramsay smiled devishly and said "Oh- that shouldn't be a problem"

He wrapped his hands around his neck and squeezed tight, through Sansa's manic flailing.

The volume of her screaming was finally loud enough to attract some attention, and Bran could hear guardsmen storming up the stairs of the tower- he had to act soon to have control before they arrived to save Sansa. Bran pushed the stone all the way through the wall, clanking to the floor.

Bran clambered through, with an odd sense that he knew Ramsay was too busy abusing Sansa to notice him. He carefully put the stone back in place and turned to Ramsay atop his sister. Bran rushed at Ramsay and slammed into him, throwing him to the floor. Ramsay looked like he was going to attack, but glanced back at the guards pounding on the door and jumped out the window instead. Bran wheeled around to look at Sansa, her abused body lying on the bed still. Her breasts and thighs had fat brown bruises, and her neck had the marks of Ramsay's hands as her crushed her throat.

Her inner thighs had streaks of red and white, blood and semen seeping out from her snatch.

He rushed over, concerned for her wellbeing. He quickly checked her pulse at her neck to confirm that she was alive. It was slow, but regular. Sansa would survive.

The next question was what to do next... he couldn't just open the door without being accused of **** Sansa himself so that didn't seem like the right choice.