Stripped and Humiliated

The feast proved to be an equally unpleasant affair. The food itself was lavish, the Freys had spared no expense on that front either. The company was much less enjoyable. Along with the same leering that had accompanied the ceremony, Catelyn had to endure a great number of offensive japes. Bawdy jokes toward the bride were to be expected at a wedding, but this went beyond the bounds of normality. She was called a slut, harlot, and whore more times than she could count. One of the worst came from Lame Lothar, who said “If my lady had half the intellect the gods gave a mouse, she would realize that this is the castle of a great lord, not a Flea Bottom brothel.” Her new husband laughed through it all.

Eventually, the men got bored of merely making japes. They wanted to get a hold of her, Lord Frey most of all. Calls for the bedding soon drowned out the dirty tunes of the musicians, and when Lord Walder gave his assent, men rushed to lift Catelyn straight off her feet. Men who couldn’t reach her through the throng soon turned to the vast array of serving wenches filling the hall, who Catelyn noticed were a pretty lot. Before long, there was a good deal of coupling going on in the great hall itself. No objection was raised.

The cluster of lusty men made short work of her dress and smallclothes, leaving her completely bare. The groping hands soon made use of that fact, and Catelyn was subjected to more ribald japes as her breasts and ass were explored thoroughly. Distractedly, she noticed her husband getting a much gentler treatment from the female guests. Her attention was soon brought back to her own attendants, however, when some wandering fingers made their way into her womanhood. Her gasp only served to encourage the men, and soon a thumb was invading her other hole. This nearly made her scream.

Her surprise soon wore off, however, and to her shame she started to feel a bit of pleasure at the unwelcome intrusion. She had seen no attention in that area since Ned had left for King’s Landing, after all, and she was getting needy. The man with his fingers up her vagina soon noticed. “The bitch is wet! She’s actually wet!” Cries of “slut!” and “shameless whore!” soon accompanied the announcement.

These cries became the least of her problems when a particularly bold man took out his hard manhood. He slapped the girthy thing on her face several times, telling her to stick her tongue out. This she refused to comply with, until a sharp strike to her face encouraged her to obey. The man only laughed and continued his game, while all Catelyn could do was blush in shame, her tongue lolling out.

Many others had noticed her predicament, and soon a multitude of other cocks were touching her across her body. Fortunately, none were so bold as to actually penetrate her holes. The original man was a different matter. He grew bored of slapping her face around with his large penis, and decided to stick it down her throat. Catelyn gagged, but she did not dare to bite down. Instead, she let the thick cock slide down her throat, continually increasing in speed as the man groaned. It was the first time Catelyn had ever had a man’s cock in her mouth, and to her great embarrassment she only grew wetter as her defilement continued.

It didn’t continue long, though. She couldn’t help but find herself a bit disappointed when the man rammed himself all the way down her throat, burying her face in his unkempt and filthy pubic hair, before spilling his seed into her mouth. She had **** but to swallow it, her clenching throat muscles only making the experience more pleasurable for the man. Finally, he pulled out of her mouth and splattered the last few drops on her face.

The reason for the man’s quick finish soon became clear, as the throng of men which had been continually fondling and violating her finally opened the door to Lord Walder’s chamber, depositing her naked on the bed. They left chuckling, leaving her a moment to take in the room she had found herself in. It was as richly decorated as she had come to expect from the Twins. The bed itself was quite large, a goose down mattress with an intricately designed coverlet. The furniture was similarly expensive and intricate, several couches, rugs, chairs and tables. The walls were adorned with various tapestries and paintings. The ones that drew her attention were on the wall opposite the window with a magnificent view of the Green Fork. Eight portraits were lined up next to each other, with Walder Frey’s eight wives each occupying a frame. Catelyn couldn’t help but notice that each woman was extremely beautiful, nor that each wore clothes even more revealing than her wedding dress, barely fit for whores. They all stood in submissive postures, hands folded in their laps. She also nervously took in the empty space next to the eight frame.

She did not have long to look around, however, for a gaggle of giggling women soon brought in a naked Walder Frey. They deposited him next to her in the bed, before going out and closing the door, standing by it with the men to hear the consummation. Catelyn’s eyes were unwillingly drawn to her new husband’s nude form. To her surprise, he did not have the body of an old man, but rather that of a warrior in his prime. His muscles were prominent and toned, his hairy skin stretched taut across his arms and flat stomach. The most shocking thing, though, was his cock. The monstrous thing was much bigger than the man who had violated her, and three times bigger than Ned’s. By the Gods, it had to be at least 13 inches! Its length was matched only by its girth, and the size of his balls. Looking at those massive stones, and imagining the seed churning within, she suddenly understood how the man had fathered over 50 children. She knew what would come next, and she was in no way ready for it.