The Fall of Frieden.

It was over. The forces of Carduelis had all but won. Frieden’s capital had been taken, its defenders defeated, depowered or turned to the enemy’s side. Sansa found herself in the back of an APC, surrounded by enemy soldiers.

“You really thought you could resist us?” The squad’s captain, a tall muscular man, with dirty blonde hair, smirked. “You’ll learn just how foolish you were.”

Sansa said nothing, remaining defiant to the end. Whatever they did to her, she would not give them the satisfaction of her fear.

“We’re here!” A voice from the front of the vehicle. A raucous feeling went through the killers in the back of the APC.

“Okay boys, let’s get the package on the move.”

The two men nearest the back doors threw them open, and the troops filed out. The captain seized Sansa, dragging her out of the vehicle, more than one of his men keeping their rifles trained squarely on the (former?) queen.

She saw Power Girl and Super Girl wearing a Kryptonite collar pulling a cart while being mercilessly whipped. The cart was laden heavy with loot, precious treasures sacked from Frieden. Sansa was horrified by seeing two of her greatest warriors used like animals.

The size of the place, and the density of the crowd milling about it, took the young woman’s breath away. She recognised it from intelligence and security briefings. They were in the centre of the Carduelian capital, and it seemed like most of the populace had come out to see the enemy, see her, brought low.

“They’re gonna make an example of you, Stark.” the captain whispered hoarsely in her ear. “Show everyone what happens to uppity little girls who think they can fuck with us!”

Sansa gulped.

“It’ll be beamed out all across the continent, too. Show any remaining Blue Birds exactly why continuing to fight isn’t worth it.”

Flanked on all sides by military protection, Sansa and her captor moved from the armoured vehicle, into the city square.

From all sides, civilians gathered, hurling ****, vulgar gestures, and until one of the soldiers fired a warning shot into the overcast sky, pebbles.

“They all want to see you brought down, Red.” the captain murmured to her. “Nothing worse than a stuck up bitch, and you actually went and crowned yourself Queen.”

As they entered the square, Sansa noted a stage had been erected, workman milled about readying for something.

It finally clicked for Sansa. What they were waiting on was her!

Her stomach turned, memories of her father’s execution at the hands of King Joffrey triggered. And now she would be brought before the crowd, just as he was.

The soldiers behind her tore her clothes, leaving her butt naked in the chilly weather.

"Feeling cold, are we?" the captain teased. He threw her down into a pool of mud. As Sansa tried to get up, the cruel soldier tripped her, eliciting a laugh from the Carduelian throng. Winding a hand into the deposed queen's elegant red hair, dragged her out of the puddle.

"You're gonna walk like the dog you are!" the soldier whispered in Sansa's ear. Fearing for her life, Sansa crawled, naked and muddy, up onto the stage, cries of "whore" and "****" buffeting her as she did.

As she reached centre stage, the captain yanked her up onto her feet, then tied her wrists to a pole in the middle of the stage.

"Look at this sorry harlot!" the captain called out to the crowd. "Could anyone believe this mucky tramp used to call herself a queen?"

Sure enough, Sansa was naked, shivering and still caked in mud from her trip into the puddle.

"Worry not. Before she puts on a show for you, we'll get her cleaned up!" the military man announced. He beckoned two of his men forward, who stepped onstage with buckets of ice cold water.

"By the Seven, please, no!" Sansa said, seeing what the intended.

"The Seven can't save you now, you little cockpleaser!" came a croaky voice from the crowd.

"Do it." the captain gave the nod. And his men emptied their loads over the young Friedan monarch.

Sansa cried out, every drop was like a blade of ice on her bare skin. She writhed in her bonds, her hair slicked to her face, gasping and convulsing from the sheer cold of it.

"At least you're cleaner now, pet." the captain laughed, running a hand down Sansa's shivering, exposed form. "Let me warm you up."

He took her tits in hand, pinching her nipples, violating the fallen queen's body with a certain relish.

"Let's begin."

The soldier swang the cane like a baseball bat, letting it whistle through the air and whip down on Sansa's ass with all of his might. On impact her scream echoed the square, only motivating her tormentor to make the next one even more painful.

A couple of hard strikes later, and Sansa slumped and whimpered, her ass red from his ****.

"Beg for forgiveness, Red. Beg for Carduelian mercy and we'll put you in your cage. You'll be our ****, but you'll save yourself some pain..." He whispered in her ear.

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