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Game of Thrones: Baelish Broodmares	By : The_Lithomancer Category: A through F > A Song of Ice and Fire Views: 122586 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Darkness slid among the cracks and crevasses of the crumbling Winterfell cell as it coiled around the unconscious crimson-haired woman. It slid possessively around her manacled limbs and wormed its slimy tendrils slowly over her immaculate body like a tide of sticky body-hugging tar. It fed gluttonously off her despair as it enthusiastically nuzzled against her twitching face as she rested upon the upside-down Y-shaped structure that dominated the derelict room. It wanted to keep her and feed off her aura of sexually-charged magic that wafted off every pore of her soft pale skin and permeated the damp air of the cell with the faint scent of fresh rose petals. Its abhorrent embrace coiled around her large breasts and firmly squeezed, forcing her mouthwatering mounds of titflesh to bulge out like soft dough between its translucent black tendrils.
But it could not remain here forever, slowly sapped of its strength by the stalwart torchlight suffusing Melisandre’s glistening body with its protective light. The torrent of formless tar-like darkness hissed at its mortal enemy, depriving it of its aching need to possess the defenceless woman. But it’s strength ebbed as it continued to molest the corrupted priestess under its watchful eye, knowing it would have to retreat back to the protective embrace it spawned from. With a silent screech at the radiant torch, it withdrew to its forlorn corner of the dark cells, scheming to claim the Red Witch as it grew stronger off the magic oozing from her voluptuous form.
It was then that Melisandre finally regained consciousness, groaning as she feebly struggled against the restraints that pinned her limbs against the varnished wooden beams, but the chains offered no give or respite to the living nightmare that greeted her once more. It always started with a degrading sensation, like a thick veneer of spermy filth coating her body, warning Melisandre just before it began slithering through her mind. Melisandre arched her back as the enchanted choker pulsed it’s greasy pleasure throughout her body, her eyes fluttering and nearly rolling up in her head as it filled her vision with its sick fantasies:
Kinvara squatted over Melisandre’s body, her fucked out cunt squelching as she slowly bounced up and down Melisandre’s thick shaft like the breeding slut Melisandre trained her to be. A blissed-out empty expression was plastered permanently on Kinvara’s face, her tongue lolling out of her mouth like a fuck-drunk cocksleeve, eyes rolled up in her head as the mere feeling of Melisandre’s divine cock melts her brain just from the sheer pleasure. Her tits were engorged with sweet milk just for Melisandre and her progeny to drink, her belly swelling massively with the product of brain-melting sex gestating to full term inside her womb. Her pussy clamped down lewdly like a slutty mouth, sucking her cock down her silken love tunnel and milking her for every dollop of addictive seed as Kinvara spasmed and moaned like a squealing broodmare begging for another load to be stuffed up her cunt. She’s nothing more than a set of holes to fuck and drown in cum all because Melisandre obeyed and served the true Lord of Light, forcing Kinvara to accept her true place and live off her addictive seed for sustenance.
Melisandre arched her back and spasmed against her restraints as bursts of mind-rotting pleasure crashed through her body, eroding her desperate resistance as she clung to the tatters of her sanity. A sickening temptation crawled through her body, skyrocketing her libido and urging her to give in, promising a sweet release for her hardened shaft throbbing fiercely between her legs. It was that grotesque organ pulsing between her legs that both fascinated and disgusted Melisandre, all of her conscious attention fixated on its urges that thundered through her with its promise of a delicious orgasm if she obeyed. It was from her swollen balls, backed up and filled with liters of near-waterless cum, that pumped the debilitating fog of lust-addled bliss in her mind and constantly afflicted her with swarms of fantasies.
It’s going to Own me one day, Melisandre thought in a rare moment of lucidity, her body rejoicing at the sickening realization that swept through her. It feels like it's ejaculating all over my thoughts.OH GOD n-no..SO GOOD!
Melisandre shook her head in denial even as she fought against the magic slowly melting her mind into submission. She could feel the choker’s magic crawling through her nervous system, igniting every pleasurable sensation in her overly-sensitive body as another force-fed fantasy oozed its potent pleasure-addling ecstasy in her mind. Melisandre felt herself slowly slip away, carried off by the currents of her own enchanted creation:
She could see herself sitting upon an ornate black throne, surrounded on either side by two red-haired priestess’s as they passionately serviced her cock, sucking and licking her fat balls as their lust-addled expressions and half-lidded eyes showcased their wanton desire to worship their goddess. With a greedy smile, Melisandre watched her fucktoys take turns deep-throating her divine shaft, gagging and moaning as they struggled to sculpt their throats into perfect massaging cocksleeves to please their owner. A dark surge of arousal swirled in Melisandre’s eyes at the thought of the depraved things she could make them do with a snap of her fingers, of how far she could degrade them and make them beg for the honor of being her cum-guzzling jizz-pigs, but most of all how they would look with their bellies swollen and pregnant as her children grew inside them. A piercing moan fills the throne room as Melisandre orgasms, showering the mindless pair of sluts in her thick jellied seed. The Crimson Queen watched the duo lean in close and snowball the wanton filth with lewd tongue-kissing punctuated by raunchy groping, putting on a show for their queen as they lap up every drop of sperm off their pregnant bodies.
Melisandre desperately bucked her hips up and down, her sweat-coated body glistening in the torchlight as a sweet promise slithered through her head, offering the tantalizing ecstasy of a mind-melting orgasm in exchange for her complete submission. Melisandre shivered as spasms of crude pleasure pulsed through her, her breasts bouncing and jiggling delightfully as she arched her back, her eyes deliriously rolling up in her head as an intoxicating tide of degrading pleasure began melting the bastion of resistance that protected Melisandre from being reduced to a mindless animal addicted to fucking and breeding.

This is going to be my life now, Melisandre thought as a faint stab of fear pierced through the fog of delirious lust-drunk ecstasy melting Melisandre’s mind into mush. She lifted up her head and stared at the jutting tower of ivory-hued cockmeat throbbing between her legs with her bloated balls, backed up with an ocean of hyper fertile gluey spunk, squished between her thighs. It’s going to reign over me and turn me into a wild animal. My mind won't be in my head...it’ll be between my legs. Using me. Owning me.
For the first time in her unnaturally long life, Melisandre felt truly fucked. She barely noticed the cell door creaking open as her tormentor entered, too caught up in her own misery until she smelled her scent in the air. Like an animal in heart, Melisandre’s nostrils flared as the intoxicating scent of hyacinths and pure filthy sex permeated the damp air of the cell.
Melisandre’s misery was swiftly replaced with a potent mix of pure joy and relief, knowing the reason her captor was here was to milk her shaft to sate her growing addiction to sperm. Melisandre could see Sansa’s silhouette as she sashayed over to her and knelt down between her legs. Sansa’s eyes glittered with a depraved cock-hunger as she smiled at Melisandre and grabbed her pulsating shaft, sliding it underneath her white satin bandeau and between her breasts.
“You have no Idea how much I’ve missed you, Mi-Mi,” Sansa moaned out playfully, using the degrading pet name she invented just for her. Melisandre hid her face in the crook of her elbow, trying to muffle the moans emanating from her glossy red lips as Sansa teasingly tit-fucked her. It wasn't long before Melisandre completely broke down, arching her back as wanton moans fled from her mouth as a barrage of white-hot pleasure reduced her to mere putty in Sansa’s hands. She was completely powerless as Sansa’s soft doughy tits slid down her cock, pulsing brain-addling waves of pure delicious pleasure through her body.
It feels SO GOOD! Melisandre thought as her hips bucked erratically as Sansa’s raunchy tit-fuck reduced the Red Witch to a babbling wreck within moments.
“Such a naughty little slut,” Sansa giggled out teasingly, staring down as the thick shaft slid between the right valley of her breasts, squished together by the body-hugging fabric of her satin bandeau. Sansa’s breasts were soon coated in thick globs of cherry-scented cum, connected by gooey lattices to Melisandre’s quivering cockhead. But Sansa wasn't going to stop there. She wanted to melt Melisandre's brains into mush with her soft sperm-covered tits as they squelched up and down her thick cock. She wanted to break her completely with the pleasure her fun bags were pulsing up Melisandre's spine, but the delicious cherry on top came when Sansa grabbed Melisandre's dainty hands and slapped them against the sides of her tits.
“Oh Mi-Mi, doesn't it feel good when I have my way with you? Swear yourself as my little pet and I'll allow you cum all over my big yummy tits!” Sansa moaned out as she tilted her head down and began ravenously lapping up thick mouthwatering globs of Melisandre's addicting sperm. Melisandre arched her back and cried out as her remaining resistance crumbled into dust. She wanted this more than anything, she needed to cum more than she needed to breathe, so it was only natural for her to give in just to achieve that mind-shattering climax.
“Oh God..OKAY! I’ll be your filthy little shemale fuckpet! Please let me cum..I’m going crazy with your big soft tits sliding up and down my fat disgusting cock!” Melisandre howled out, erratically arching her back and spasming as a mind-numbing mix of self-loathing and depraved arousal swirled within her.
Sansa leaned in, her nostrils flaring as the potent chemical-laden scent of shemale sperm crawled up her nose, and moaned as she snorted up a thick lattice of cherry-flavored spunk straight off her bouncing milk-laden funbags. Her head lolled forward as a sloppy orgasm spasmed through her, her eyes dulled and half-lidded as a drugged high clouded her thoughts. But the slutty sperm-addled slut remembered her promise, and as a blank giggle permeated the air with the consistency of jellied cum, Sansa finally gave Melisandre the relief she was aching for.
“Cum for me, my little cumsow….jizz all over my big tits and show me what a fuckslut animal you are!” Sansa growled out as she stared obsessively at Melisandre’s face, drinking in her arousal, misery, and absolute surrender with a depraved smile darkening her beautiful features.
Melisandre’s eyes instantly rolled up in her skull, her back arching and her limbs spasmed against her restraints as she felt the most intense orgasm of her life thunder through her. A deluge of sweet-smelling gooey sperm sprayed from her 15 inch shaft in thick staccato bursts, quickly forcing Sansa to fasten her cumdumpster lips around the swollen head of Melisandre’s shaft, her cum-hungry avarice leaving her with no choice than to be a mere cum-guzzling jizz puppet as she struggled to prevent more sperm from escaping down her jiggling tits. On and on, Melisandre thrust her shaft skyward, painting the inside of Sansa’s stomach white with the thick viscosity of her pheremone-laced cocksludge. But her orgasm came at a steep price as Melisandre vacated her self-worth and dignity with each mind-addled squirt from her pulsating cock.
Sansa’s cheeks bulged with Melisandre’s unceasing torrent of sexmilk, making the slutty Stark look like a fuck-addled chipmunk until she slid on top of Melisandre, directing the squirting shaft between their bodies as Sansa began grinding on top of her, covered their tits and stomach with warm gooey spunk as Melisandre finally came down from her mind-blowing orgasm.Sansa leaned in close as Melisandre gasped for breath, kissing the degraded crimson-haired shemale until she parted her luscious pink lips and snowballed the mouthful of hot tasty in between bouts of animalistic tongue-fucking that left both women moaning like raunchy sex-addicted cum-guzzling fucksluts.
“Almost as delicious as Master’s cockmilk,” Sansa purred out sweetly, leaning to the side to lick and kiss Melisandre’s cheek before she snuggled against her ear.
“I bet Kinvara can milk you better than I can,” Sansa whispered manipulatively, shamelessly seeking to wrap Melisandre around her finger. “She’ll be such a brainless cock-hungry Bimbo after you submit and become the breeding shemale fuckslut I fantasize about…”
Melisandre wanted to turn her head away to prevent Sansa from whispering her intoxicating poison in her ears, but she was helpless as the wanton broodmare of Petyr Baelish began grinding against Melisandre’s throbbing phallus. Melisandre couldn't resist her anymore, too ground down and degraded to spurn her desires, but she was also incredibly needy and aroused. Melisandre’s cock helplessly throbbing between their bodies, pleasure pulsing and threatening to fry her brain completely if she didn't obey its commanding urges. Melisandre was entirely vulnerable as Sansa moved her face away from her ear and kissed her passionately, her crimson lips tingling with pleasure as Sansa affectionately teased her.
“I want slide your fat disgusting cock in my slutty ass and milk every drop of your yummy sperm out of your big balls just to suck out of my ass later to feed the baby,” Sansa whispered out as she pulled away, evoking a gasping moan from the shemale priestess as Sansa slid down her body. Cum squelched between their horny bodies as Sansa climbed off Melisandre’s body and showcased the jizz lathered all over Sansa’s chest and stomach. Melisandre’s jizz hung like greasy cobwebs off the hypnotic swell of Sansa’s large pale breasts, entrancing her eye as she secretly fantasized of breeding Sansa silly and stealing her away to use and mind-fuck her into submission.
“mmm...Yes! Mommy has to eat for two now,” Sansa continued, playfully teasing the poor priestess as she squirmed against the smooth wooden beams. Melisandre couldn't help but think about how Sansa’s body would swell as her pregnancy continued. But as that intoxicating imagery played out in her head, her sluttified mind irresistibly thought about Kinvara and the mouthwatering vision that the enchanted choker pulsed through her head. “All you have to do is promise me you’ll cum your brains out thinking about fucking Kinvara senseless and I’ll fuck you silly....”
Melisandre felt herself at the precipice, leaning over the cliff as an endless ocean of depravity and madness awaited for her. But her naked and chained down body made the decision for her, and it was with a frantic nod of her head punctuated by “Yes...Mi-Mi will cum her slutty dumb brains out thinking about turning Kinvara into a slutty fuckpig!” that Melisandre finally began breaking down.
Sansa licked her lips, clearly satisfied with her fucktoys depraved answer as she climbed atop the wooden beams and turned around, inviting Melisandre to stare at her enticing bubble ass. Her cock quivered as Sansa began to squat, her toned ass muscles rippling underneath the thick layer of jiggling fat as she pressed Melisandre’s engorged cockhead against her puckered anus. With a pent-up wanton grunt and a lewd “Splorch!”, Sansa slid Melisandre’s cum-lathered girth inside her ass, bisecting her glossy jiggling asscheeks and exposing the pink maw of her anus as it clamped down on Melisandre’s lewd length and sucked her deeper inside.
“Your big fat shemale cock is turning my ass into a fucked-out cocksleeve!” Sansa lewdly moaned out as her fat bubble ass hungrily bounced up and down Melisandre’s girth, her orgasms blending into a torrent of rapid fire mind-breaking bursts of molten ecstasy. The pink rim of Sansa’s anus clamped lewdly around Melisandre’s penetrating shaft like a second mouth milking every glob of hot goo that squirted from her swollen cockhead, stretching away from her body as it refusing to let go of its prize. Sansa rolling her hips with the wanton grace of a volantene belly dancer, her eyes empty with her tongue lolling out of her mouth, surrendering to the ecstasy of being nothing more than a mind-broken buttslut milking shemale cock with her prodigious bubble ass.With each explosion of mind-melting pain and pleasure, Sansa howled and moaned, releasing a torrent of dirty talk as she rolled her hips and slammed her ass up and down Melisandre’s colossal length.
“Who’s going to Fuck Kinvara and knock her up like a good Shemale Stud?” Sansa groaned out before she gurgled and practically came her brains out as her anal tunnel squelched submissively around the brutal 15 inch invader sliding up her asshole. This was pure heaven for the brainwashed Stark slut, a cocktail of depravity, pain, and pleasure that erased every thought and higher function from Sansa’s brain save for the barrage of filth spewing from her mouth until she was a dumb-fucked wreck who couldn't tell one orgasm from another. “Who’s going to turn your order into a mindless enslaved pack of Pregnant Rapeslut Bimbos?”
But Sansa’s idea of heaven was a living hell for Melisandre. She was torn between the futility of resisting the waves of potent bliss pulsing from her throbbing shaft and begging to Sansa to release her from this grotesque structure. She was an alpha shemale that needed to BREED and FUCK her mares into submission, and as that desire consumed her, it was also tearing her apart. In her final moments of lucidity, Melisandre understood what Sansa wanted: a domesticated shemale slut to milk endless loads of addictive sperm from, a mere tool for countless mind-shattering orgasms, and a broken pet that she can own and use to her heart's content.
“Stop! Stop it..please, it’s too good..Mi-Mi...I’m going to break!” Melisandre cried out as her back arched as excruciating waves of filthy ecstasy defiled her down to her core. But Sansa ignored her, too caught up in her own imminent orgasm as she slapped her majestic sweat-coated bubble ass against the base of Melisandre’s shaft, her eyes fluttering up into her skull as she readied herself for the mind-blowing treat that was sure to come!
“Lady Sansa?” came a familiar voice, tinged with confusion and shock. Sansa grunted like a dumb slut in heat, seemingly deprived of her orgasm as she lifted her child-bearing hips and slammed down once more, cramming her asshole full of shemale cock.
“Sansa, what in the name of the seven are you doing! Brienne cried out, her horrified tone distracting Sansa as she senselessly tried milking Melisandre’s cock for another incredible orgasm.
“Can't you see I’m fucking a big yummy cock with my fat ass,” Sansa growled out in response, stunning the honorable woman into silence. Brienne watched in horror as Sansa spasmed as the much-anticipated sloppy orgasm crashed through her, fed by Melisandre's bucking hips as her balls slapped against Sansa’s clit and unleashed her own deluge of thick fucksludge deep inside Sansa’s bowels. Sansa’s eyes rolled up in her skull as her hips erratically slapped against of the crimson-haired shemale, her tongue sliding out of her mouth like a slavering bimbo gluttonously milking shemale sperm to store in her cumdumpster bubble ass.
“Don't you have better things to do than watch me drown my ass in filthy sperm like a dumb Fuck-pig?” Sansa slurred out, barely able to string those words together as she squatted precariously on the wooden beams.
Brienne had seen enough, moving in to pull the poor brainwashed woman off Melisandre, vainly hoping to restore a modicum of her liege lord's dignity and investigate what twisted Sansa to behave this way. But her honor impeded her desires as Sansa’s vacant expression transformed into a possessed cock-hungry animalistic expression devoid of any sanity.
“Get away from me!” grunted Sansa, compelling Brienne to believe that Sansa was possessed by a perverted creature wearing her skin as it defiled her body and used her for the most depraved and perverted deeds imaginable. Bound by honor and crippled by the appalling scene before her, Brienne watched helplessly as Sansa turned around and slid Melisandre’s cock up her slick cunt, groaning and spasming weakly as bliss rolled up her body just from the exquisite sensation of Melisandre’s hard shaft throbbing inside her dripping love-tunnel. Sansa turned her back back to Brienne, her eyes heavy with bliss and she arched her back and squealed as a torrent of hot sperm slid out of her ass with the consistency of hot lumpy cream; pooling on the cracked stone floor as Brienne grimaced in disgust.
“Dumb Bitch can’t appreciate what it's like to milk a fat shemale cock like a dumb whorecow,” Sansa moaned out, derisively turning away from the disgusted blonde-haired woman and helplessly unleashing a torrent of filthy desires from her slutty mouth-pussy as a flood of crude ecstasy coiled up from her womb, “Going to fuck a beautiful baby in my womb so this dumb whore understands what it's like to fuck a slut like Melisandre!”
“Help me!” Melisandre pleaded out until Sansa rolled her hips and bounced on her thick erect shaft in a frenzied fuck-addled cadence that melted Melisandre’s higher functioning into mush. Sansa hugged her fuckpet close, petting her soft red hair as she leaned in and hissed her arousing filthy talk in her ear, “but you understand what it's like to want to breed a fuckcow up...to hold her in your arms and rape the resistance right out of her? To treat her like a dumb cumpdump barely fit to be your personal cocksleeve?”
Melisandre weakly babbled, lost in the tide of all-consuming need that reduced her to a powerless sex-addict that rejoiced as the oncoming orgasm pulsed through her body, fed by the delicious warmth of Sansa’s slutty pussy as it slid wetly down every inch of her obscene girlcock. Melisandre’s back arched with every squirt bursting from her cock, spasming in place as her chains clinked as she nonsensically babbled out praise as she reduced Sansa’s womb to a dumping ground for her thick gooey load.
Both Melisandre and Sansa rode out their mind-shattering orgasms in each other's arms, their howls intermixing in the cell like two animals in the throes of hormonal ecstasy, leaving Brienne transfixed as they opened their mouths and coiled their tongues around each other; Muffled wet moans pouring from their mouths as their ecstasy died down to a pleasurable buzz. Sansa eventually pulled herself off Melisandre, sliding her finally softened shaft out of her womb with a loud “Splort!”
“Good little slut,” Sansa cooed, kissing Melisandre affectionately as she unclasped the enchanted choker from around her neck and turned to face Brienne with a satisfied glow suffusing her expression. Sansa slid off Melisandre’s quivering body and sashayed towards Brienne, globs of cum sliding down her thighs as she reverently held the bewitched choker.
“You swore to protect me,” Sansa sensually moaned out, playfully pouting as she pressed her body against Brienne, slathering cum and sweat on her gleaming armor. Where were you when Sansa was being brainwashed and enslaved?”
“My L-Lady Sansa, I didn't-” Brienne stammered out, uncharacteristically out of her element as Sansa placed her index finger against Brienne’s thin pale lips, shushing the distressed honor-bound woman.Sansa then leaned in close and kissed up and down Brienne’s cheek, her breath tainted by the massive pool of sperm sloshing in her pregnant belly as she whispered, “Where were you when Master was knocking me up and Melting my brains?”
Brienne finally put two-and-two together as she gazed fearfully at Melisandre’s cum-encrusted body and the grotesque organ trembling between her legs. Something was wrong, something was different, and Brienne felt a stab of cowardly terror nearly overwhelm her as she tried moving away from Sansa’s sex-addled embrace. But the blissfully enslaved bimbo refused to let her go, wrapping her arms around her as Brienne felt an oddly warm weight slid around her neck.
“And all this time, I’ve been aching to get this close to you, to hold you tight, and see what happens to you when you realize being Master’s Broodmare...is all you’ll ever desire,” Sansa said, licking up Brienne’s cheek as an audible “Click!” echoed throughout the derelict cell.
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Lord Glover stood among the circle of conspiring Northern Lords, his nose wrinkling at the foul odor permeating the Winterfell kennel’s as he patiently waited for Lord Manderly to finish blithering on about the virtue of loyalty. Lord Glover viewed himself as a fair man, but his disdain for hypocrisy ground down his tolerance until he could barely stand to look at the elderly lords beet-red face. He turned his head to view his surroundings, noting the motley array of hunting dogs that rested forlornly in their cages, but grimacing in disgust at the mere idea of hiding in a neglected room to voice their positions. This was the North, their ancestral homeland, and as Lord Glover cleared his throat to cut off the hypocritical excrement pouring from Lord Manderly’s mouth; By Iron and Blood, he would defend it’s honor.
“S’cuse me, My Lord,” Lord Glover said commandingly, silencing the fat red-face lord as easily as he drew breath. No more will he stand by and watch as they prattle on concerning matters that he and Lord Royce had seen with their own eyes; now it was the time to educate them and pave the way forward.
“Too Long have we been in the shadow of The South. We have buried too many dead fighting Southern Armies, our people have suffered because of The South,” Lord Glover began, gazing with his ice-blue eyes at the procession of Northern Nobility that encircled him. He could hear their murmurs of agreement, their blood stirring as faded anger reforged itself into a cold and bitter steel. “And now, just as we thought we would finally be freed of The Southern yoke, our Regent seeks to marry one! We have not suffered so just to be ruled by a puppet of The South!”
Lord Glover smiled triumphantly as they roared their agreement, uncaring for any prying eyes; These were Northmen! They would not have their voices cowed by the machinations of scheming, honorless derelicts lacking any semblance of virtue. They raised their fist in defiance in support of Lord Glover’s rousing words, especially Lord Manderly, much to Lord Glover’s surprise and satisfaction.
But as the conflagration of their rebellion ignited, it was immediately beset by the chilling embrace of Winter’s howling wind. It whipped among their cloaks, freezing their passionate fervor until it smoldered like meek embers in their hearts. Each man in the circle stared at the Kennel doors, gazing upon the intruder with a mixture of lust-filled longing and anxiety of the coming ramifications for their treason.
“I love it when naughty boys get all hot thinking about me,” purred Sansa as she sensually leaned against the doorpost, blowing a kiss at the gathering of Northmen even as she playfully chided them.“Especially bad boys plotting treason, mmmm...so yummy to think about what I want to do to them, don’t you agree Bimbo?”
For a moment, all the Northern Lords could do was stare irresistibly up and down Sansa’s immaculate body, lost in the haze of their lecherous fantasies as waves of pure primal lust poured from her busty body, seemingly unaffected by the howling winter cold. Sansa coyly winked as she pushed out her chest, her massive jiggling breasts barely contained in her raunchy white satin bandeau, pressed together by the constricting fabric and exposing the deep mouthwatering line of her creamy cleavage. But their shameless gazed moved down the exposed undersides of her gravity-defying funbags and the sensual expanse of her toned stomach, pausing only to admire the heavenly swell of her thick oiled bubble ass. Sansa couldn't help but moan as they slide their gaze over the matching lace thong that bisected her thick ass, showcasing her ample derriere, enticingly wide hips, and the sensual curves of her plump pussylips. But the crescendo of her bimboesque figure was the raunchy tramp-stamp just above the hemline of her thong, a black mockingbird that proudly displayed ownership that inspired an expression of feigned disgust over the Slutty Stark acting like a wanton whore.
But their expressions momentarily transformed into confusion as a second woman entered the kennels, forced submissively to get on all fours and face the onslaught of Northern lechery. But disapproval soon followed as a number of Northern Lords cried out in outrage when they finally recognized Brienne, bimbofied and altered by the seductive influence of the enchanted choker glowing hypnotically around her neck.
Brienne wore nothing but a pair of cow-print stocking and matching elbow-length gloves, her body burning with need as she knelt on all fours next to Sansa and watched the gathered Northmen, a potent cocktail of arousal, sadness, and reluctant acceptance gleaming in her cerulean eyes. Her bleach-blonde hair framed her narrow bimbofied face alluringly, like glossy threads of faded sunlight sliding down her back, drawing Northern eyes to glaze over her glossy bee-stung crimson lips: Perfect for fastening around a pistoning cock during a brutal facefuck. A large gold septum piercing hung from her nose like a cow, her ear tagged to complete the image of a bimbo fucksow that lived only to worship cock. Brienne’s massive breasts swelled proudly from her chest, each larger than her head with her puffy pink nipples pierced with the same degrading golden hoops, entrancing the mind to fantasize of sucking the gallons of sweet milk sloshing within her busty bosom.
But despite the intoxicatingly depraved features of Brienne’s upper body, it failed to compete with her thick, round ass; muscled and padded with a thick layer of jiggling fat that swayed and bounced as she crawled in front of Sansa with her ass raised high in the air. Unconsciously, Brienne was programmed to showcase her raunchy assets, seemingly begging to be knocked up and domesticated further like a sex-addled slavecow needed to be. Her thighs only further displayed this subconscious need, deliciously thick with the color of creamy milk, perfect for wrapping around the waist of a rock-hard stud while having her slutty cunt drowned in addictive fertile seed. But the most degrading alteration to the once-honorable warrior was the piercings decorating the moist plump folds of her needy pussy: Three golden rings adorning each fold of her deliciously tight cunt, crowned by a slutty gold barbell that ornamented her clit with the divine grace of the seven gods.
“Sansa please stop-,” Brienne began to beg, only to be cut off with a resounding,”SMACK!” as Sansa seductively leaned over and slapped her hard across the face.
“My Lords, I’m so sorry for my sows outburst...she still needs to learn her place,” Sansa purred, treating Brienne like a disobedient farm animal. But that slap had a polarizing effect, both reinforcing Sansa’s dominion over Brienne and freeing the Northmen from her seductive spell. Lord Glover was the first among their gathering to shake off Sansa’s provocative charm, drawing his sword as if anticipating an imminent attack as he declared courageously, “It was a mistake to trust The Starks after Eddard's execution. I refuse to serve a Southern Whore branded with the Mark of a double crossing weasel. And I refuse to die within these walls without a fight!”
Inspired by their de facto leader, The Northern Lords drew their weapons and stood as a united front, a storm of swords against the anticipated host of armed guards that might barge through the kennel doors at any moment. But their resolve crumbled as Sansa parted her plump dickwrappers and released a brainless giggle, dumbing down the Northmen into complacency with the infectious tone of her bimbofied spell. Sansa tugged on Brienne’s leash as she sashayed over to the stupefied warriors, running her fingers playfully on their outstretched swords before she chastised them lightly, confident in her ability to control the gathering of treasonous Northern nobility.
“We’re not going to fight today, My Lords, we’re here to lavish you all with a yummy treat,” Sansa said, punctuating her flirtatious chastising with a lewd moan that squirmed down their trousers and further engorged their bulging shafts. Sansa pressed herself against Lord Glover, suffusing his body with her sensual body heat as she hugged him close and slid her lips enticingly against his ear. The rest of the wavering Northmen found themselves staring enviously at their de facto leader as Sansa began grinding lasciviously against Lord Glover, forcing the elderly lord to grab the underside of her thigh as she pressed her sodden folds against his bulging groin.
“We were never going to punish you,” Sansa sensually whispered, her words slithering inside Lord Glover's ear and awakening a deep-seated primal instinct to mate. “We came here to fuck every single naughty idea out of your heads.”
“Sansa, don’t do this to me...not again,” Brienne whimpered, her pride submerged in the frozen tide of her despair as Sansa unclasped a miniaturized cowbell from the waistband of her raunchy thong.
“Oh you poor thing, you forgot. Cows don't talk, they Moo,” Sansa said, feigning a tone of motherly warmth as held the cowbell above Brienne and rang it eagerly.
Brienne spasmed in place, her breath coming in panicked spurts as the sharp musical tune triggered the most degrading programming imprinted in her mind. Her beautiful blue eyes dulled and grew heavy as her intelligence withered away, inducing a pleasurable burn in her head as her broodmare programming systematically incinerated her higher functioning. Brienne’s entire identity was put to the torch, feeding her a barrage of primitive arousal that leaked down her thigh creamy thighs, her sweet scent triggering something in the men around her. Every pore of Brienne’s soft pale skin began exuding a potent pheromone, instantly triggering the most primordial instinct in the Northmen: The primitive urge to fuck her senseless and breed her into submission. Civilized concepts began entirely foreign as they shuffled irresistibly towards Brienne, seeing her as nothing more than a set of holes to drown in their fertile sludge. And it was this debaucherous moment that Sansa revelled in the most, viewing The Northmen as nothing more than putty to mold in her dainty hands, all in service to the master she passionately worshiped.
“Swear absolute loyalty to me,” Sansa demanded, her eyes blazing with lust as she pulled herself off, Lord Glover. “And you can fuck and mold my little sow until she’s a brainless bimbo just like me!”
Despite being addled by Brienne’s potent pheromones, they acknowledged Sansa’s control over the programmed fucksow submissively spreading her legs and showcasing the moist pierced folds of her needy pussy. As one, they roared their ardent agreement, wanting nothing more than to fuck Brienne’s Broodmare body silly. But as Brienne stared submissively at the oncoming rush of Northmen, a flicker of fear pulsed through her sapphire-blue eyes. She arched her back and parted her fat dick-sucking lips to vocalize her fearful plea for them not to fuck her bimbo body, but she could only summon up enough brainpower to loudly, “MOOO!”
It was a debased animalistic clarion call that echoed around the kennel, a primitive noise that only the most degraded domesticated human broodmares made just before their fertile womb was drowned in superior male cocksauce. And as the animalistic Northmen surrounded Brienne and starting tearing off their armor and furs, groping her lewdly, and sliding their engorged shafts against her busty body, they sought to domesticate her into blissful servitude for their wanton desires. Brienne squealed like a sow in heat as a pair of warm calloused hands groped her massive fucksow udders, squirting out streams of sweet milk from her pierced nipples until she felt two bearded mouths fasten around her ejaculating pink tit-clits, sucking the creamy byproduct of her slutsow body’s programmed pregnancy addiction. Brienne’s eyes grew half-lidded as an immense wave of pleasure slithered through her, the sensation of her udders being milked made her feel so deliciously good. Whether it was her frenzied programming inspiring her to be the best tamed fuckslut cow possible for her new masters, or her own deep-seated cocklust, Brienne wrapped her dainty grip around the closest erect shafts and began massaging their heavenly girth.
Brienne groaned with wanton need as she suddenly felt their throbbing cocks enlarge in her dainty grip, becoming girthy 15 inch Wombwrecking mammoths pumping their brain-melting musk in the cold winter air. Her nostrils flared as she snorted up their musk, sending her carnal desire into a frenzy and pumping her own magically-charged pheromones as if to say, “Breed this cock-hungry cumdumpster!”
Brienne leaned irresistibly forward, entranced by a particularly girthy 18 inch shaft that throbbed enticingly with a large gooey strand of pure waterless cum hanging off his swollen cockhead. Her lips parted as she hungrily sought to paint a raunchy masterpiece of loving kisses and licks all over it, wanting nothing more than to fall deeply in love with his orange-sized balls and his obscene girth. But romance was an unnecessary complication when it came to knocking up a squealing fertile slave cow, her masters preferring to view her as a submissive cocksleeve to fuck silly and drown her ovaries in sperm. As Brienne was just about to lovingly press her Cockpleasing lips against the throbbing mammoth cock presented to her, it surged forward and buried its gargantuan length down her throat-cunt! Brienne gurgled as her throat stretched obscenely around the Northern Lord’s incredible size, used as nothing more than a submissive cocksleeve to milk their lumpy cockwad out of their balls. She squirted prodigiously as she inhaled the brain-rotting musk wafting off his fat hairless balls, her eyes crossing like a dumb whore as she gagged and slurped down the god-cock sculpting her throat-pussy.
Her only reprieve came when Sansa began triumphantly strutting towards the kennel doors, clearly pleased with herself and anticipating her own reward for securing her master’s prize.
It was only then that the majestic girth left Brienne’s mouth-cunt, cum and spit hanging from its monstrous length as Brienne stared dumbly at it as if silently begging for it to come back. Brienne dazedly recognized Lord Glover as he yanked the back of Sansa’s skimpy bandeau, pulling her close and evoking a loud yelp from the glorified nymphomaniac.
“Your slutty knocked-up cunt seals the deal for me, Fuck-pig,” Lord Glover growled in Sansa’s ear, bending her over and tearing the raunchy thong off her ample frame, ramming his lubricated prick up the squelching maw of her cunt. Sansa helplessly moaned as she unconsciously started humping back against his pistoning hips, too enamored as a programmed cocksleeve to ignore the waves of filthy addictive pleasure pulsing from her dripping love-tunnel. Her eyes soon rolled up in her head as Lord Glover slid his hands under her bandeau, groping her massive jiggling tits and fondling her puffy nipples, sending the slutty cock-drunk whore into an endless stream of orgasms with each slam of his hips and twist of his deft fingers.
Brienne soon found herself facing the same fate, forced back down on her hands and knees on top of Lord Manderly as he began drilling brutally between her pierced pussy-lips, literally fucking her brains out as another man settled to slide his herculean shaft deep in her ass. Brienne’s eyes rolled up in her skull, her tongue hanging out as she mooed like a docile enslaved rapecow, feeling a primal surge of love at the mere thought of being treated like a set of holes to fuck instead of anything remotely resembling a person.
Before long, Sansa and Brienne couldn't tell one cock from the next, their minds melted into a brainless mush until they nestled head-down ass-up and greedily savored the white-hot sea of orgasmic pleasure. Occasionally, they were forced to be good animalistic fucktoys for their masters, forced into a variety of lewd positions as they competed to see which of their number would make their fucktoy squirt the most. It was always Sansa who squirted the most, relishing in the carnal delight of being used like a cheap whore, gulping down their thick chunky ball batter as a reward for her conditioned servitude. It was always Sansa who was their personal favorite:Their shameless salacious whore whose creamy body was always covered in thick web of warm white sperm. But while Sansa was happily passed around and fucked senseless, it was Brienne they turned to for their ultimate entertainment. Soon the dogs joined the fray as they sang a crude parody of “The Bear and the Maiden Fair”, as they lit torches and watch the pheromone addled beast approach Brienne.
She simply laid with her thick bubble ass raised in the air, a blank expression plastered on her face like the countless lines of thick gelatinous cockmilk covering her body. Her pussy drooled a constant stream of lumpy white jizz while disgusting cum-farts caused a deluge of cockchowder to pour out of her fucked-out ass. Brienne’s tongue darted out of her mouth as she lapped up globs of addictive sperm, sliding them down her well-fucked throat with a delightful spasm running through her, but her broken expression and empty eyes never faltered. As the hunting dogs waddled close to the cum-covered slut, Brienne mooed, clearly accepting her role as a domesticated fucksow destined to be a knocked-up cocksleeve for her masters. She submissively laid still as the dogs places their forelegs on her shoulder blades and drilled their large canine dogcocks deep inside the slutty cavern of Brienne’s cockmilking anal-tunnel.
Overwhelmed by sloppy ecstasy thundering through her body, Brienne failed to notice Sansa’s limp body being passed around again. Normally, the indoctrinated slut-cow would lavish her empty-headed gaze on the brainwashed whore-wife of Petyr Baelish being used like a cheap garbage dump to vacate their swollen cum factories, but Brienne was too infatuated with the idea of being a puppyslut for the dog knot swelling inside her cumdumpster asspipe. She managed to roll her hips, moaning and mooing shamelessly until she climaxed and squirted a tsunami of girljuice and Northmen cocksludge between her thick thighs. As Brienne finally felt the mercy of overstimulated unconsciousness reach out to claim her, she wearily tilted her head and watched Sansa as she was gangbanged brutally by a trio of Northern Lords as the hunting dog released a torrent of hot canine cum inside her slutty ass.
Sansa’s porcelain-hued body was completely covered in cum, her auburn hair streaked with wormy lines of gooey fuckmilk as she was passed around like a wanton party favor. Her eyes were firmly rolled up in her skull, nonsensically babbling praise like a mind-fucked whore, completely broken by the endless hours of being treated like a royal cumdump for their ceaseless desire. Her stomach, once a divine expanse of toned abdominals, now bulged lewdly as if pregnant from all the loads of filthy sperm squirted inside her stomach. Her ass practically glowed red from the countless times she was assfucked, the pink puckered rim of her asshole unable to close while spurts of thick cum slid like cooled pudding down her thighs. To complete the image of a mind-broken cumdump cocksleeve, Sansa’s plump pussy drooled a stream of hot jellied fuckwad that slapped wetly on the straw-covered floor between her legs.
But despite the countless hours using the two wanton fucktoys to their heart's content, they wanted more. And as they shooed away the hunting dogs fucking Brienne’s unconscious body and passed the pair around to relieve the urges boiling in their loins; they were going to get more.

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Brienne groaned as she regained consciousness, finding herself laying prone on the straw-covered floor of the kennels with her ass raised majestically in the cold winter air. Her eyes blearily opened, unfocused at first but swiftly rolling up in her head as an irresistible torrent of crude yummy fun pulsed through her thoroughly used busty body. Somehow, the lucid slut was able to turn her head and regain focus, only to find a massive hunting dog drilling her thick bubble ass. Brienne’s body seemingly moved on its own as she weakly humped back against the dog as it penetrated deep inside her tight ass, somehow fully recuperating from being used as a cumditch for Nothern cock.
This can’t be happening to me! Brienne thought as her body moved on autopilot, parting her haunches as the dog's engorged knot spewed a filthy deluge of dog spunk deep inside her sluttified ass.
A rush of programmed pleasure wiped all thought and feeling from Brienne’s head as she simply laid in the expanding pool of lumpy sperm until the dog was finished using her as a worthless cocksleeve. Brienne whimpered as her muscles screamed in protest but she crawled forward nonetheless, seeking freedom from this carnal nightmare through sheer distance alone. It was the only emotion that she felt besides the blissful fog that eroded her intelligence and tempted her to embrace the sickening euphoria of being a sex-addicted bimbofied sow.
Brienne carefully crept around the slumbering naked men, her voluptuous cum-splattered body inadvertently pulsing a fresh aroma of sexual pheromones that threatened to undermine her desperate plan. But fortune favored her for now as she slowly crawled past Sansa’s unconscious body, nestling on top of Lord Glover as little more than a cum-splattered cocksleeve for his gargantuan shaft. Sansa groaned as she unconsciously hugged Lord Glover, her massive breasts bulging out lewdly between their slumbering bodies as she ground her body against her temporary master, her pussy squelching as his softened shaft plopped out of her love tunnel. Brienne couldn't help but feel a surge of sympathy for Sansa despite the hell her liege lord put her though, but there was no saving her.
But Brienne felt a surge of renewed hope for her predicament as she nudged open the kennel door and quickly stumbled her way towards the underground cells, following the entrancing tune of the miniaturized cowbell slapping rhythmically against the enchanting choker. Lumpy globs of sperm dripped down Brienne’s busty body as she descended down the stone steps to the derelict cells, her nostrils flaring as the heady aroma of shemale musk propelled her forward like an innocent broodmare being led to its mate.
However, in Brienne’s lucid mind, she was seeking out the only person who could undo the bimbofying enchantment before it robbed her of everything she cherished. With each step downward, Brienne felt her condition worsen as cute vapid giggles emanated from her parted cum-encrusted lips. Her hands roamed her sexy body, tugging at her nipple piercings just to hear the melody of her own squealing echo down the stairway. By the time the stalwart warrior turned fuckslut bimbo pushed the cell door open, she wasn’t even sure why she was down here other than to see what caused such an intoxicating aroma.
Regardless, Brienne paused at the doorway of Melisandre’s cell, torchlight caressing her sluttified heart-shaped features as she sniffed shamelessly like an animal in heat seeking a mate. Fortunately for her programmed carnal cupidity, she stood before a sexually deprived animal, writhing in her chains as she stared back at Brienne with a lust-addled expression of pure hunger.
“You smell so good Brienne,” Melisandre purred, her hard shaft throbbing fiercely between her legs. “Is Sansa here with you?”
Brienne stared stupidly at Melisandre’s cock, her eyes dull and half-lidded as she inhaled the mouthwatering musk wafting from the red priestess’s swollen orange-sized balls.
“I-I...I don't know, tee hee, I think...I need you to help me,” Brienne mumbled out in between fits of vapid giggling, her nostrils flaring as more of Melisandre’s potent ball pheromones crawled up her nose. “I..I don't think I want to be a ..dumb bimbo cockslut..”
“You don't?” Melisandre said, her tone sickly-sweet as a dab of pre-cum bubbled out of her grotesque 15-inch Bitchbreaking cock. “I’ll tell you what cupcake, why don’t you help me out of this terrible place and I promise I’ll take care of you.”
Melisandre’s tone oozed with sickly-sweet promises of hot ceaseless sex mixed with the loving vocal caress of a mother hen, but to Brienne’s deteriorating intelligence it was everything she needed to hear.
“As long as you promise to take this necklace off and help me stop being such a cum-guzzling slut,” Brienne giggled out, her waning personality blurring with the brainless bimbo programming until she couldn't tell one from the other. All she knew she needed was freedom, but every brainless decision her bimbofied personality made was simply sliding her back into blissful cocksleevce servitude. Brienne approached Melisandre’s manacled body, not even waiting for her to affirm her promise as the maelstrom of opposing emotions propelled her free the shemale sorceress. Despite distracting vapid giggles and the diminished mental faculties, Brienne easily freed Melisandre from the primitive manacles chaining her to the barbaric structure, only to scoot back and fall on her bubbly rump in an undignified fashion.
“So now you’re going to help me, right?” Brienne asked, tilting her head to the side as if quietly trying to summon up a modicum of brainpower to even remember what she wanted Melisandre to help her with. All Brienne could focus on was the throbbing erection proudly jutting between Melisandre’s legs. Brienne’s mouth watered as she blissfully imagined wrapping her mouth-pussy around the shemales pulsing erection and milking every dollop of delicious cream out of her balls. But as much as she wanted to wrap her mouth-cunt around such a girthy phenomenon, Brienne’s lewdly pierced pussy needed Melisandre’s hot gooey love to flood her ovaries with Alpha Shemale sperm and knock her up like the good brainless bitch she was rapidly becoming.
Melisandre licked her lips as she stared at Brienne and drank in the submissive sow’s wanton fantasies, feeling them pulse from her body in a pheromone cloud of whimpering need that she couldn't ignore. Melisandre irresistibly crawled on her hands and knees, her cock throbbing between her legs until she paused right in front of Brienne and licked a gooey line of gelatinous cum straight off her cheek.
“Yes, I promised I’ll help you,” Melisandre whispered, caressing Brienne’s earlobe with her lips and inhaling her intoxicating scent. “You need to become free to feel however you want, do whatever you want...like you’ve always longed for.”
Brienne's eyes grew half lidded as Melisandre moved away from her head, eye-fucking her sensually as she licked her lips, casually seducing the bimbo and tangling her further into her web. “And the only way to do that is to break what's left of you into loving your new life...Bimbo of Tarth.”
A flash of recognition brightened Brienne’s docile expression at the mention of her homeland, but was temporarily swept aside as Melisandre pushed her befuddled sow onto her back and mounted her forcefully. Brienne’s back arched as Melisandre penetrated her slick needy pussy and forced her immense girth up Brienne’s tight lubricated fun tunnel. But no matter how heavenly it felt to be a submissive cockpuppet, Brienne resisted Melisandre’s wanton use of her sluttified pussy; feeling the remnants of her former personality making a last stand to regain her raped dignity. But as desperate as Brienne became, Melisandre was that much stronger, refusing to allow her new fuckpet to think she was anything but a set of holes to fuck and breed.
“NO-...Uh...N-MOOO!!” Brienne squealed out, staring at her cow-printed stockings as Melisandre thrusted deeper inside her pierced pussy and held her close, fucking the poor cow like an animal just to sate the raging lust agonizingly denied to her. Brienne’s legs dangled helplessly in the air until Melisandre growled and flipped her over, forcing the enslaved sow to expose the thick bubbly globes of her cream-colored ass to Melisandre’s carnal desire. Melisandre moaned loudly as she sunk every inch of her mammoth cock between Brienne’s ass, grunting as she stretched her fuckcows puckered anus until an audible,”Splotch!” was heard as Brienne’s ass clamped down and massaged Melisandre’s impressive girth.
Fuckcows ass feels so goo-MOOOO! Brienne sluttily groaned out in her own head, referring to herself in the third person until only her Bimbo Fucksow personality remained. A serene expression of brainless bliss overcame Brienne’s features, punctuated by short gasps and winces as a potent maelstrom of pain and pleasure pulsed a ceaseless torrent of masochistic orgasms through Brienne’s body. In every day, Brienne was now Bimbo, a Masochistic sex-addicted broodmare that only existed to have her whore-holes plundered and drowned in viscous sperm just to please her masters. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as her septum ring slapped against her upper lip, her eyes rolled up firmly in her skull to complete the masterpiece of a human slutcow relegated to a lifetime of animalistic sex-addled treatment.
But unbeknownst to either the dominant shemale or the submissive whorecow, there was another presence in the cell, drinking in their depravity and feeding off their misery and delight. A spawn born in the magic and darkness, in the cracks and crevasses, and in the maelstrom of sex that nurtured it. It had no name, no face, and no purpose other than to feed off the sex and magic pulsing off the women that inadvertently mothered it. As it slithered from its hiding place under the pile of rubble that littered the far corner of the cell, it confidently prepared to assume its dominant role over the pair of orgasming animals that were once dignified women.
But first, it had its enemy to contend with. In a feat of astounding magical alteration, the tar-like pool became airborne, a miniature Magellanic cloud that twinkled as if cradling a generation of newborn stars in its formless embrace. It glittered with a malice cultivated over generations as it snuffed out its age-old enemy and exalted triumphantly in the absolute darkness it created. But it wanted more, so much more, and as it regained its tar-like composition and slide over to the twitching bodies of its imminent conquests, it poised itself for the world it sought to conquer.
It started by releasing a payload of thick pink gas that suffused the room in a sickly sweet scent that immediately enraptured both women. Their eyes dulled as they helplessly snorted up thick clouds of the demonic gas, addicted to the pleasurable burn sweeping away any unwanted resistance and higher functioning.This It loved more than anything, the sweet satisfaction of brainwashing two unsuspecting future mothers of its exalted progeny.
Give me your Milk.
It was the first sentence ever uttered by the unique creature as it extended a mass of pulsating purplish-black tendrils towards its brainwashed lovers. They spasmed as It wrapped a tentacle around each of their massive breasts, squeezing them possessively as if sizing each up for the milk sloshing within. A delightful ripple ran down every glob of its tar-like mass, feeling a surge of addictive pleasure as It slid over their bimboesque mammaries. For a while, that's all It seemed to want to do until it extended its grip over the rest of their raunchy bodies and nearly came undone as pure delight coursed through its sticky expanse. But greed took hold over the creature as a unique quartet of tentacles tipped with thick suction cups engulfed Melisandre and Brienne’s nipples and pumped their large udders full of a sticky pink gel. Instantly both women’s breasts enlarged to three-times their former size as the potent concoction spurred them to lactate at lightning fast speeds.
Cows. All you are. All you want to be. Mindless Obedient cows.
The intoxicating seductive embrace of their new master was impossible to ignore. Brienne was the first to give in, already indoctrinated to being the mindless slutcow that craved being dominated and impregnated. She mooed for the glory of her master, to prove that she was nothing more than a mindless mash of putty for It to sculpt, and to prove that she was nothing more than the mindless obedient cow that It demanded she become. Melisandre followed suit moments later, mooing hesitantly at first, but soon she brainlessly acted like the brainwashed dumb cow that It desired of her. If it could laugh, the noise would echo throughout Winterfell, but it settled for suctioning up the gallons of milk it forced the brainwashed cows to produce for him. As it fed off their mindless obedience pumping in thick creamy streams from their puffy nipples, it irresistibly tilted their heads up, gazing at their dull half-lidded blank expressions as he utilized them as nothing more than toys for its pleasure. But as it fed and grew in strength and intelligence, it suddenly understood a new purpose for them, a carnal delight that would render them further degraded and converted to worshipping It.
Cows Breed. You will Breed. You Will Serve, Obey, and Worship.
Melisandre and Brienne parted their glossy spit-splattered lips as shudders of perverse delight ran through their slutty bodies, and did the only thing they were allowed to; They tilted their heads up to the darkened ceiling and Mooed like a pair of domesticated breeding sows. They obediently bent over as a pair of girthy penis-tipped tendrils squirmed against their thick bubbly asses. Brienne merely mooed in delight as her ass, pussy, and mouth were immediately penetrated by all manner of girthy phallic shaped tendrils. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she spasmed and released a torrent of sweet girl juice as she squirted prodigiously all over the fat tendril slamming past her cervix. But Melisandre posed a unique problem that the creature had yet to overcome. While it burrowed deep inside her thick round ass and throat evoked a similar release of muffled wanton moo’s, Her cock ejaculated a torrent of filthy cocksludge and posed no viable reproductive tract for the creature to breed. For the first time, It felt the searing wave of frustration ripple through its body, causing the tendrils around Melisandre and Brienne’s large milk bags to suddenly tightened and evoked a melody of orgasmic howls from the enslaved human sows. But Frustration transformed into greedy lust as another suction-tipped tendril slid down the sizable length of Melisandre’s girlcock. Instantly her eyes rolled back in her head as it began to milk her cock for every glob of addictive seed that it could coax from her bloated orange-sized balls.
Heaven. Pure Delicious Heaven.
Ripples of the purest concentrated pleasure suffused the creature's body, now shaped like a black Sea anemone due to the mass of pulsating tendrils coiled around its slaves bodies. But something new and foreign awaited it: A white-hot expanse of ecstasy that caressed its genital tendrils, threatening to sweep it away into an eternity of endless bliss. With a soundless screech, it pulsed a pink torrent of sticky cum inside of Melisandre and Brienne, leaving no fucksow whore-hole unmolested by its chemical-laden fuckmilk. Loud shameless gulps filled the cell as Melisandre and Brienne mindlessly sucked down the spermy issue straight from the font of their new God, feeling it defile them in ways they couldn't fathom even if they could think. Their eyes were firmly lodged up their skull as an addictive rush of chemical-induced pleasure blasted apart any programming or personality that they once acted upon, leaving behind only what their God desired. In the end, Melisandre and Brienne were gone, and in their place knelt a pair of Bimbofied cumdumps that exalted in the mindless worship of the creature they inadvertently nurtured.
As coils of midnight black possessively caressed their lewd figures, the creature slid a wriggling pair of phantasmal tentacles inside their ears, stripping their minds of everything that it found useful while defiling them down to their very core. But Rewards were a concept that it found pleasing, for the pleasure that they offered him was more than worthy of such excesses. As it raped and combed their minds, as it molested and milked their fucksow bodies, it shattered them completely….and then it began to rebuild.
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