The executioner ripped Sansa's fragile dress off with one rough pull; leaving her naked in front of hundreds of onlookers. Tears stained her blindfold, and as she cried she was forced to swallow the disgusting cum that stained her gag. The sea breeze blew against her, and to her shame her nipples became hard.

Rough hands touched her, groping her devloping breasts and then touching her most private palce. A finger slid inside her, and she heard the crowd cheer. Then, without any warning, what could only be the executioner's manhood was inside her. She screamed and kicked, writhing in agony, and then he was done. She felt the warmth inside her from his seed.

Sansa lost control of her bladder from the combination of pain and terror, a trickle of acrid yellow piss running down her leg.