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"Watch your step down here m'lord, you've never seen the dark like this."

Robb took Halyn's words seriously when the Baratheon man-at-arms pushed open the door to reveal the dark abyss beyond. Halyn detached the lit torch from the wall next to the doorway and led the way down into the narrow stairway. Robb took one last glance behind him (just in case he never saw natural light again) before following.

"Would you mind closin' the door behind you, m'lord?" Halyn asked, glancing over his shoulder. "We don't want no one followin' us down here."

Robb did so, pulling the door closed until it shut with a solid _clung _of the iron frame against the bricks. Now the only thing between them and the suffocating darkness was the torch that Halyn was holding. Robb was never one to be afraid of the dark (he often used to poke fun at Sansa when she was too scared to go down into the crypts in Winterfell), but here it was... different. There was something unnerving about this place. He'd heard all of the horror stories about the dungeons below King's Landing, but it was quite a different thing to actually be descending into the place itself.

For several minutes the only sounds to be heard were the monotonous footfalls of the mens' boots on the stone steps. Eventually this began driving Robb mad, so he felt he had to break the silence.

"Just how far down are the cells?" he asked his escort.

"Oh, the regular cells that the thieves and the trouble markers occupy are just going by us right now," Halyn said, gesturing to his right as the two men walked by a closed door. "But we're going to the black cells, and the lowest level of 'em at that. We're gonna be walking for quite a bit longer, m'lord."

"Was it really necessary to lock her up so far down?"

"Not necessary, no," Halyn said with a dark chuckle. "But who's gonna complain about that, eh?"

They continued walking in silence. The further they went down, the colder it became and the more the flame started flickering and wavering. There was very little air in this stairwell, so little in fact that it was almost extinguishing the torch. This was not a place Robb ever wanted to visit again, he affirmed to himself.

After however long the journey had taken (keeping track of time down here was just about impossible), Halyn and Robb reached flat stone. The seemingly endless stairs had finally come to an end.

"Stay close to me, m'lord," Halyn warned gravely. "You won't be wanting to get lost down here, believe me."

Robb did as he was warned and stayed no more than two feet behind Halyn as the Baratheon man-at-arms led the way through the oppressive dark, his torch casting only a small pool of light on the stone floor. Neither of the walls nor the roof was illuminated, so Robb had absolutely no idea the scale of where they were. Robb was startled when he heard a shrill cry from somewhere in the darkness, and then sobbing from somewhere else entirely. Or at least he thought it was from somewhere else.

"Who are they?" Robb asked Halyn.

"I don't know," Halyn replied. "No one does, probably."

They continued their journey through the darkness until they finally reached the back wall, which had a lit torch already attached to it, thankfully casting off more light. A cell was to their right. Robb reached out and felt the cold iron bars. He gave them a shake, but they didn't move. These were made to last.

From the darkness beyond the iron bars there came a pained noise, a sort of groaning followed by ****.

"What's this then, eh?" Halyn wondered aloud, moving his torch closer to the cell to light up. Robb peered in and strained his eyes as much as he could to see what was inside the cell. By the far wall there was what looked like a group of people huddled close together, their backs to the cell door. No features could be made out.

"Oi, who's there?" Halyn shouted, his raised voice making Robb flinch after so long a prolonged quiet.

There was a panicked exchange of words from within the cell. Halyn discovered that the cell door was unlocked and so he pushed it open and entered the cell. Robb was close behind him. As they moved to the centre of the cell, the torch lit up the rest of the cell so all was clear to see. There were two Baratheon men-at-arms scrambling to pull up their breaches with looks of panic on their faces. Robb craned his neck to see what the figure was behind them. It was someone on their knees. It was a woman.

"What the bloody hell were you two doing?" Halyn angrily demanded. "You were supposed to be on guard duty!"

"We, uh, we were, ser, we promise," one of the men tried to explain. "We weren't gonna take long at all, I mean we was-"

"Take long with what?"

As if in answer to Halyn's question, the woman shrouded in darkness behind them spat something out onto the floor and slumped against the wall.

It took Halyn only a couple of seconds to realise what had been going on. He scoffed and shook his head. "You two scoundrels... consider yourself lucky this is the furthest cell away from the keep, otherwise both of you would be in serious trouble."

"I'm sorry, ser, we apologise, it was a mistake, we-"

Halyn waved a hand dismissively. "Get out of my sight."

Both of the men-at-arms muttered their thanks before hastily leaving the cell. Halyn turned to Robb. "Sorry about all that, they're a bunch of fools."

Robb hadn't taken his eyes off the woman shrouded in darkness in by the wall. "Is that... is that her?"

"Her?" Halyn asked distractedly. "Oh, yes, I suppose it is."

Robb turned to face Halyn. "Would you permit me to be alone with her? I have things I want to ask her, about... about my family."

Halyn nodded. "Of course, m'lord, King Renly told me to allow you as much time as you wanted. I'll leave the torch by the wall for when you come back."

Halyn started to leave the cell before stopping and saying in a quieter voice so only Robb could hear. "Oh, and m'lord?"

"Yes?"

"Just between the two of us... if you were of the mind to take some sort of **** with this prisoner... of whatever sort... you'd be perfectly able to, and within your rights, if I should say so. This cell is in the darkest depths of the dungeons. No one will ever know what happens down here. You understand what I'm saying?"

Robb looked at Halyn for a few moments before nodding. "I understand."

"Alright, farewell m'lord."

With that Halyn turned and left the cell. Robb heard him call out to the embarrassed men-at-arms and then three sets of footsteps slowly fade away into nothingness.

Robb was truly alone now.

Alone with her.

The lord of Winterfell went out of the cell and picked up the torch before re-entering the cell. He slowly approached the motionless figure by the far wall and held out the torch to see her.

Cersei Lannister violently turned her head away from the light and covered her eyes. Robb had no idea how long it had been since she'd come into any contact with light. He moved the torch back a little.

"Look at me," he commanded the former queen.

She didn't move.

"I said look at me!" he shouted.

Cersei relented and turned to face Robb. She looked like a mess. Her makeup was smeared, she had dirt on her face and a couple of cuts and bruises too. She had dark rings under her eyes. This was a woman that was not being given a light imprisonment.

"So they've already beaten you, hm?" Robb asked her coldly.

She remains silent.

"Never mind," Robb continues. "I suppose that saves me the hassle of doing it myself."

Cersei stares at Robb unblinkingly, her green eyes piercing into own. It unnerves him. He doesn't like it.

Robb kneels down before her and slaps her once across the face. She still turns back and stares at him. He slaps her again, harder this time. She keeps staring.

"You think you're still strong?" Robb asks her. "You think you still have your Lannister pride with you?"

Robb drops the torch in a rack by the wall and stands right in front of Cersei, not more than a foot away from her face. He towers over her and looks down at her.

"Well you don't. You're weak. You're pathetic. What do you have to remain strong about? Why do you bother with your insolence towards me? You've been thrown in a dark cell miles underground. You've been beaten. You've been ****. You're nothing," Robb puts emphasis on the last word. He loathes this woman, beyond all reasoning.

"Nothing but a cheap whore," he adds before reaching down and unlacing his breaches.

"From ruling over all Seven Kingdoms from the Iron Throne to sucking cocks in a dark cold dungeon. What a story your life would make, Cersei Lannister."

His cock now out of his breaches, Robb grabbed the back of Cersei's head and drew her closer.

"Open your mouth," he orders her.

She keeps it closed, still staring up at him defiantly.

"Open it!"

She does nothing.

Not wanting to play her games anymore, Robb draws his dagger and puts it against Cersei's soft white throat. He presses a little too hard and draws blood.

"Open your fucking mouth or I'll cut your throat and let you bleed out on the floor."

She finally relented and opened her mouth, but kept her eyes firmly fixed on Robb's.

"Fine," Robb says. "Keep staring at me. We'll see who's triumphant after this."

He tosses the dagger across the floor, firmly grabs the back of Cersei's head with both of his hands and thrusts into her. He does it so aggressively that the queen instantly starts ****, but the pained gagging noises only turn Robb on even more. He continues to thrust his hips back and forth, sliding his cock all the way into Cersei Lannister's throat. She presses both of her hands against Robb's thighs and tries to push him away, but he's too strong for her. He fucks her mouth relentlessly, ignoring the **** and the gagging.

After a few minutes Robb feels that he's about to cum. He smiles darkly and looks down at Cersei. "How do you feel about swallowing, huh?"

He doesn't give her a chance to reply, and he keeps pummelling her mouth. He sees her eyes begin to water. She hasn't been able to breath properly for several minutes.

Another minute passes and Robb finally finishes, letting go inside her mouth. He can't stop himself from moaning as he fills up the queen's mouth with shot after shot. He's never cum so much in his life. He slides his spent cock out of her warm mouth.

"Now swallow it," Robb commands his prisoner.

Cersei doesn't do so, and remains staring up at Robb defiantly, her attitude unchanged even after all of this.

"I said swallow it!" he angrily repeats, yanking hard on her hair.

She spits it out, right into Robb's face, and then she smiles.

Robb turns her head and smashes it against the stone wall before letting go of her and wiping off the hot cum from his face. When Cersei looks back up at Robb, she's still smiling, despite the fresh cut on her forehead and the blood trickling down her cheek.

"You think this is funny, don't you?" he asks her, barely containing the fury he feels. "Well," he continues. "You won't anymore. You think that was all I was going to do to you?"

Robb lunges down towards Cersei, grabbing her around the waist with one hand while the other grabs the back of her head. He turns her around and forces her onto the floor face first.

"I'm not going to leave this cell," Robb says as he hikes up the queen's stained scarlett dress, "until you've screamed."

He yanks down her underwear and looks upon her pale ass. He puts his face in between the cheeks just for the sensation of it, and then he lines himself up behind her, on his knees.

"I'm not going to give you any reprieve by taking you in your cunt," he tells her matter-of-factly. "I'll take you in that tight, pale ass of yours, and I'll keep taking you that way until you scream."

Cersei cranes her neck around to look at him before spitting on the floor in defiance.

Robb shuffles across the cold hard floor of the dungeon cell, grips her waist with both hands, takes one last look at her asshole and then he thrusts.

Cersei Lannister's screams could be heard echoing all throughout the deep, dark abyss of the dungeons below King's Landing.