Game of Thrones Catfight: Sansa vs Shae

not the most versed in the series, but have been meaning to get around to watching that box set I've got laying around. pits the lady Sansa against her servant who's been fucking her husband, and that's really about all you need to know going into it

Sansa Stark had never felt so betrayed. Even when she was forced  into this disgraceful marriage with Tyrion, there was at least some upside to it. It had come with the death of her father, and her new husband was much older and MUCH shorter than her, but he was kind to her. He had made it clear to her that she would not be forced by him to do anything, and certainly not demanding for sex since he understood her situation. But hearing from the other servants that her own handmaiden was sleeping with her husband had her blood boiling.

Sansa went to confront the treacherous handmaiden, grabbing Shae by the arm and pulling her from the halls into her private chamber. "Listen, you ungrateful little bitch. I know everything," Sansa hissed at her, still squeezed her aide by the arm. Shae's eyes widened a moment in sheer surprise at the confrontation, but took up a defiant expression as Sansa went on. "I know about you and Tyrion. I knew I had a whore for a handmaiden, but I expected you to be able to keep your legs together long enough to not try to steal my husband!"

Shae glared right back at her, as if she were the one being cheated on.
"Steal him?!" she repeated in an almost disgusted tone of voice. "How is it stealing when you never had him? You hated the marriage! You never slept with him! A man has needs, and I was fulfilling them in a way you refused."

Sansa blushed a mix of embarrassment and outrage. Of course she had objected to sleeping with the man she'd just met and been forced to marry. But after all this time, she'd grown to care for him, making her all the more insulted when her friend had been having an affair with him.

Sansa thrust a finger into Shae's face. "That’s no excuse and you know it! You'll stay away from him and that's final, do you hear me?"

Shae stepped forward anyway, ignoring her lady's finger and thrusting her chest out to push into Sansa's. "Why? Because you're threatened by me being a better woman than you? You know that you'd never be able to do the things to him that I can, you dried up shrew."

Sansa visibly fumed, looking ready to slap her on the spot when they heard the steps of guards coming down the hall. It wouldn't be out of place for them to be in the chamber, of course, but if they started hearing threats and insults, the men could easily find an excuse to walk in on them. They could interrupt the whole thing, or maybe even worse start up some out of control rumor. The two women all but held their breath to let the men pass by, staring angrily into each other's eyes.

"Tonight," Sansa said firmly. Shae just glared back, letting her proceed with her idea, but having the same unspoken thoughts herself. "Meet me back here, when the guards are on the outer edges of the castle on watch. There won't be so much as a washmaid at that hour. We can settle this woman to woman."

Shae nodded curtly in agreement, and they left to go their separate ways for the rest of the day. By nightfall, they both met again in the same spot. Neither had told another soul about the incident, leaving the last of their walk to the private quarters a quiet one. So while Tyrion kept himself busy for the night, his women locked themselves in Sansa's chambers, dressed in loose and simple dresses that they would wear around the castle in private.

The bed and sparse furniture were all off to the sides, and several candles and lanterns along the walls were providing them a low, almost romantic light. The feeling was anything but romantic, though, as the women stood across from each other in the small but comfortable room, glaring daggers across the floor.

"I'll tear that whore pussy apart so that he'll never touch it again," Sansa threatened with fire and venom in her every word.

"I'll leave you so sore that you'll never have the chance to know his love. Ready to be beat and fucked like a real whore, 'your ladyship?" Shae fired back sarcastically.

Not content to leave it at words, Sansa stepped forward and threw a sharp slap across her servant's face. Shae staggered a bit from the smack, but it was more surprising than truly painful. For all the world they lived in, the women were never trained in any sort of combat and so were fighting by instincts alone. As soon as her head was facing forward again, Sansa pounced on her, bringing Shae down on top of her noble opponent.

The noblewoman threw a few vicious slaps across the handmaiden's face before Shae grabbed her attacker's wrists, both of them grunting with effort as they wrestled for supremacy.

"Get off me, you fucking cow!" Shae growled at her, pushing a hand into Sansa's face and pushing back on it. The mounting brunette shook her head and tried to make her lose her grip, succeeding a bit before Shae used the distraction to let her other hand grab and rip a strip of her dress from the chest down.

Sansa let out an angry gasp as a large part of her one breast was exposed to the warm air of the room. "You stupid little tramp!" she spat, slapping at Shae's face clumsily while retreating to her knees. Shae threw up a hand to block the awkward swings, and as Sansa tried to crawl back she grabbed at her skirts and pulled. Sansa let out a shriek and kicked back at Shae, hitting her upper body before one clipped her jaw. The servant fell back rather than risk any further damage, but left another tear on her lady's dress, this time up the side.

"You ungrateful little shit!" Sansa shouted as she turned back to her handmaiden. She threw a kick into Shae's chest, knocking the servant girl onto her ass before Sansa grabbed onto Shae's skirts. She pulled up with both hands in separate directions, getting a few tears in the soft fabric despite it not being her real target. With Shae's bare legs exposed to her, Sansa reached between them and jammed her nails into her servant's crotch.

"AOOOWH! You dirty, cheating cxnt!" Shae thrashed suddenly at the invasive attack, kicking and flailing at Sansa, but her position in between her legs made all of her attacks miss wildly.

"You're one to talk about cheating, you adulterous fucking whore!" Sansa growled back, twisting her wrist so that her nails raked and squeezed Shae's womanhood through her panties. Shae shrieked again, but she managed to grab Sansa by the wrist and tear her hand off of her in one painful pull.

While she had hold of the arm, Shae closed her legs tightly together around Sansa's ribs and started squeezing. It was Sansa's turn to scream as her upper body was stretched and squashed, pressing her breasts upward until they were almost spilling out of her evening dress. All of Sansa's thrashing and jiggling as she tried to escape caught Shae's eye. Letting her legs hold her opponent in place, Shae reached down and grabbed Sansa by her tits, viciously pulling and leaving rough red scratches over them.

"OWWW! Get off my tits, you slutty pig!" Sansa howled at her, the torment managing tear the front of to yank her breasts completely over the edge of her dress. Her hard nipples were exposed, letting Sansa's outrage boil over and elbowing Shae in the stomach.

The handmaiden gave a surprised wheeze as the wind was knocked out of her, losing the grip on Sansa with both her legs and arms alike. Sansa grabbed her former friend by the hair and threw her to the floor, leaving Shae to land roughly on her side. Sansa crawled after and pulled Shae's hair again, forcing her head up and slapping her across the face as fast as she could manage.

Shae shrieked and pulled up her arms in an instinctive attempt to protect herself. When Sansa just reached around the to keep slapping at her head, Shae changed tactics to reach and grab Sansa's breasts again. The handmaiden pulled and stretched them out, yanking on them like some kind of malicious dairy farmer. Sansa emitted another pained howl, but set herself on paying her back for the pain by grabbing Shae's dress at the center and ripping apart the fabric.

Shae's sweaty tits bounced out into the hot open air, Sansa quick to seize them and jam her fingernails into her opponent's budding nipples. Sansa instantly felt the awkward pain of her nipples being inverted and pushed into her chest, screaming shrilly as she tried to take it out on Sansa's chest still cupped roughly in her hands.

The two effectively topless women scratched and shoved at each other's' chests a while longer before Shae surprised her mistress with a knee between the legs. Sansa let out a throat grunt and stopped to hold her aching pussy, Shae pushing into her stomach with her raised leg to knock her back onto the floor in front of her. The handmaiden rose while clutching her chest, standing over Sansa and kicking her in the ribs.

"Looks like your dried up twat couldn't take a real man anyway!" Shae shouted at her furiously, the private quarters drowning out any noise that might be caught by random passerby. Shae pressed her point by quickly raising and stomping her bare foot onto Sansa's groin for another painful low blow.

Sansa howled and rolled as she clutched her pussy again, but as Shae readied another hit, she rolled over and grabbed her dress near Shae's thighs. She pulled down hard enough to yank it clean off her body with a few sharp tearing noises.

"I think a whore should dress like one, don't you!?" Sansa growled as she stripped her opponent, tackling into her hard enough that Shae, left only in her panties, tripped over her fallen dress and landed back on the floor. Shae scrambled back on her ass and hands, pulling away from Sansa to let the noble fighter massage her aching privates.

It didn't keep Sansa from attacking, sending a quick and angry slap across Shae's breasts. The hand between her legs put her off balance, and as Sansa stumbled from her own attack, Shae shoved back angrily into her chest. Sansa fell back towards the wall, catching herself by bracing her hands against the stone rather than slamming into it. It did still leave her wide open to Shae's attack, the handmaiden grabbing the back of Sansa's skirts and holding them up to her middle back. Shae leaned on her mistress and with her pantied ass exposed, she spanked her hard enough for her lady's hips to thrust against the wall and cry out in shock.

"If you're going to behave like a spoiled brat, I'll punish you like one!" Shae hissed, delivering three more hard smacks to Sansa's ass. Sansa screamed and pushed back from the wall, but Shae kept her pinned there by leaning harder into her, pressing her naked breasts against her back. Sansa's own bared jugs pushed against the cold stone of the wall, making her nipples grow painfully hard against it. Sansa realized her predicament, and after a few further spankings she twisted hard to one side, uncaring of the damages she'd do.

Shae still kept her grip on her mistress' skirt, pulling and holding on tightly to keep her from breaking free for a moment. The ladies entered a quick tug of war before Sansa pulled too roughly, tearing the last of the dress completely off her body. While Shae was proud to have ripped the clothes off her mistress, leaving them both in nothing but their panties, but trying to discard the large dress from her hands kept her too busy to press an attack.

Sansa raised the stakes another level when she reached between Shae's legs, stuffing her hand into her panties and scratching at anything she could find. Shae screamed as Sansa's nails dragged over her pubic hair and tore some of them loose from her crotch.

"Dirty, cheating cxnt!" Shae hissed through her grinding teeth, grasping Sansa's chest like a pair of fleshy stress balls. Sansa thought she had her right where she wanted her when Shae suddenly threw a punch into her face. Sansa loosened her grip as she rubbed her mouth where she'd been hit, allowing Shae to take her by the panties and pull down to exposing Sansa's ass.

"Ugh... don't you dare, you fucking bitch!" Sansa mumbled through her covered mouth, but Shae turned her grip to scrape her nails down her mistress' back before squeezing on her ass cheeks, burying her claws into her soft flesh.

Sansa howled in pain, her back burning from the scratch and stinging in her soft, noble rear. "Try sitting on a fucking throne after I'm done with you!" Shae threatened, twisting her nails to pinch on Sansa's soft skin. Sansa finally had to pull back, rolling away from her clumsily but effectively. She broke out of Shae's vicious grip, but the servant kept her grip on Sansa' panties, forcing her to crawl right out of them in her escape.

"You give those back, you ugly little witch!" Sansa demanded, but Shae angrily threw the underwear across the room. Sansa let out a fuming growl and pounced on her, regardless of her nudity, and tackled her off the bed. The rolled on the floor a bit before Sansa pushed her away, ending up by her legs and managing to grab Shae by her waistband. Clearly set on revenge, Shae screamed and kicked at her, nailing Sansa in her breasts a few times but only really serving to push herself further away. With Sansa keeping her grip, it forced her own panties down to just above her knees before Shae shot a kick into Sansa's pussy.

"AWWAH!" Sansa let out a high scream as a hand went to cup her crotch. Shae gave one more jerk to pull away, but instead of breaking Sansa's grip she only tore a large hole down the side of her panties, rendering them useless.

"You petty, overgrown child!" Shae growled, turning back to Sansa as she dizzily nursed her aching pussy. Shae grabbed her mistress by the hair and forced her to the floor, pressing her face and breasts into the carpet and straddling her back. Shae’s fuzzy bush pressed against Sansa's lower back as she balanced on top of her, shaking her hair violently from side to side. Sansa was disgusted to feel her handmaiden's warm, wet crotch against her skin, but her outrage was cut off before she could voice it when Shae changed her grip to shove Sansa face first into the floor.

"Who's the better woman now? The one actually pleasing her man, or the weak cxnt surviving off his glory?" taunted Shae, twisting her hair to grind Sansa's face into the carpet. Sansa's fury boiled over, growling before she grabbed Shae by the wrist. She tore the hand from her hair, even if it cost her several painfully plucked strands, and pulled it down so that Sansa could bite down on her fingers.

Shae yelped and pulled her hand back, recoiling as Sansa jerked sharply to one side. The movement threw her servant off, landing roughly on the floor next to her. Sansa grabbed the wall to hurry back to her feet before stomping after her stunned opponent. Sansa grabbed Shae by the ankles, spreading out her legs as she stood over them.

"No!" Shae blurted dizzily. "No, you can't! Not my AHHH! YOU FUCKING cxnt!"

Sansa stomped again, this time spiking her heel down onto Shae's pussy and grinding against it.

Shae clawed and grabbed at the carpet, trying to pull herself away from her mistress as Sansa kept stomping harder on her twat, even scratching her toe nails over her waist.

"Is that how he uses your slutty cxnt, you little whore!?" Sansa growled at her, jumping up a bit to add an extra bit of force to the next stomp.

Shae howled and sobbed in pain, but she kicked hard enough to free from of her legs and tag Sansa in one of her breasts. Her mistress staggered back, off balance as Shae rolled into a sitting position, rubbing her crotch as she wiped some sweat and tears from her face.

"You cheap fucking dyke!" Shae swore at her furiously. "I'm going to tear you to pieces so there's nothing left for Tyrion to fuck in the first place!"

“You’re not woman enough to try,” Sansa growled back, rubbing her breast before rushing in to throw a kick at Shae’s ribs. Shae dodged to one side, tumbling away from the clumsy kick. Sansa yelped and fell to the floor, Shae quick to hold her arms down and wrap her legs around her mistress’ narrow waist.

“Not woman enough?  Well how about you get to know what’s between these thighs!” Shae hissed, flexing her legs to clench them in a body scissor. Sansa gasped and tensed up, slapping and pushing at the carpet in a desperate bid to escape.

“Oh fuck! Stop!” Sansa blurted, looking downward to push on Shae’s legs. “Should have known a whore like you would have such experienced legs! Fuck!”

"Keep talking," Shae grunted back at her. "Because I'm sure that's going to get you out of this." Shae took Sansa's hair in both hands, pulling on it as hard as she could while still tensing her legs around her.

Sansa screamed between the two painful attacks on her stomach and scalp, only stopping when she had to suck in deep, desperate breaths. Shae loved seeing her haughty mistress brought down so low, sweating and crying between her powerful thighs. "If you like it between my legs so much, I know you'll love eating my pussy once I've broken you!" Shae gloated.

Deciding there was no other way out, Sansa simply squeezed the upper part of Shae's thigh and bit into her flesh. The servant screamed and instantly released her scissor, letting Sansa hurry out from the hold. She grabbed Shae around the neck, pushing her down with the choke while Sansa proceeded to punch her breasts as fast and as hard as she could in a frenzy of vengeance.

"I'm sick of your filthy tricks, you man stealing whore," Sansa snarled as she extracted her payback, clawing and pounding Shae's breasts until they were looking bright red and swollen bigger than usual.

Wincing from her own pain, Shae reached under the straddling Sansa and rammed her fingers up into her mistress' warm, wet pussy. Shae flexed her fingers, thrusting and turning them inside of her in a drilling gesture that rapidly clawed up the flesh inside Sansa's twat.

"AUGHHH! FUCK YOU, WHORE! GET OUT!" Sansa erupted into howls of pain, stopping her attack to cup her crotch and pull at Shae's intruding hand. Shae adored seeing her squirm and spasm from the intimate pain going on inside her.

"So this is the dirty cxnt that he's been missing out on," Shae hissed angrily, eyes watering from the beating she'd taken to her chest. "I'm sure such a weak piece of pussy could never handle a man like Tyrion!"

Sansa turned at the insult, glaring at Shae as she rolled to one side and raised her leg. The knee collided with Shae's temple, knocking her silly and toppling her to the carpet nearby. Her hand slipped out of Sansa's wet and aching pussy, leaving the two women to curl up and groan over their injuries so far. Sansa hugged an arm to her chest while the other rubbed over her swollen and tender womanhood. Shae nursed her spinning head while her hands ran over and checked the damages done to her thighs, groin and especially her breasts.

After a few moments of nothing but heavy breathing and soft cursing, the women set aside their own suffering to return to glaring at one another.

"You're pay for this, you cheating cxnt," Sansa hissed sharply.

"You were never strong enough to keep him as your own," Shae retorted, the women rising to their knees and quickly closing the short distance between them. Shae renewed the fight with a slap across Sansa's face, but her mistress returned it twice over with a smack to Shae's right breast followed by one to her cheek. The women traded open-handed slaps back and forth, reddening each other's' cheeks and chests anew. Shae finally broke it by tackling into Sansa, but was unable to bring her down. She resorted to tearing at Sansa's hair, ripping out several painful strands at a time. Sansa grunted and yelped from the tearing at her scalp, but she scratched her hands over Shae's face in return.

Shae spit back in Sansa's face, but finally had to turn her head when Sansa's nails drew too close to her eyes, rubbing her sore face. With Shae effectively blinded by the clawing and her own hands, Sansa balled her fists into one and swung them like an imaginary club. The double fist smashed Shae across the face, toppling her over onto her belly near the bed. Sansa quickly descended on the downed Shae, forcing her aide up to her knees so that she could place her breasts and arms rested on the mattress.

Shae was still seeing stars from the heavy blow, letting Sansa force her legs and ass cheeks apart before she threw an uppercut into her servant's open pussy. "OOOOAHHH!" Shae seemed to jolt back to life from the shocking punch, but was too paralyzed from the pain in her crotch to move out of the compromising position. Shae's nails ran over the sheets, gritting her teeth and giving off more sickly sensual groans as Sansa continued to punch her in the twat from behind.

"Does my husband fuck you like this, you shit-eating whore?! Is this how he uses your dirty cxnt!?" Sansa ranted at her hated former friend, beating Shae until her pussy looked swollen, bruised and red. Shae was soon reduced to tears from the painful near-fisting, especially when Sansa leaned her breasts into her ass and used both sets of her fingernails to pinch and pull on her labia.

Shae finally let out a wailing, defeated sob, shaking her head frantically as Sansa spread and stretched her injured flesh.

"Stop! Oh god, no!" Shae howled desperately. "Not my pussy! No more! I give!" She shrieked again as Sansa pinched and twisted her labia again.

"You give up? You surrender the weaker pussy to me?" Sansa demanded, unrelenting in her sexual torture.

Shae nodded and beat her fist on the bed, trying to vent the pain. "Yes! I give! You're the better woman! Fuck, let me go!" Shae sobbed again, ashamed from the defeat as well as the insufferable pain still coursing through her loins. Sansa finally released her pussy from her claws, letting the teary-eyed servant collapse against the bed relief.

“Not yet,” Sansa firmly refused. Shae gasped as she felt her lips parted by Sansa's fingers, feeling her mistress spit on her inner pussy. Sansa shoved her fingers into her, roughly fingering her servant as she was bent over the bed. Shae moaned and whined loudly, her beaten pussy so sensitive that every touch seemed to ache and sting. Still, her body reacted to the attention as if it were simply a rough fucking from Tyrian; her body warmed up rapidly, and her pussy was leaking down her thigh before long.

"Please, no," Shae whimpered, her pussy clenching around Sansa's two finger. "Not like this... please! You won!"

"Then I'm taking my prize. Now why don't you cum like a good little whore? Or do you need someone to pay you first before you can squirt?" Sansa smacked the defeated Shae's ass hard, the resounding crack of the spank echoing in her chambers. Shae jolted from the spanking, making her body bounce up and down on Sansa's fingers as she added a third. Shae couldn't hold out for long. She finally squeezed the sheets within tight fists as she let out a labored scream, squirting over her mistress' fingers. Sansa didn't bother waiting for her to finish, removing her hand to let her cum on the floor like an animal. Sansa wiped off her fingers on Shae's stinging ass, almost like an ointment, but it made Shae feel like she was a scrap of trash being used to clean up her mess.

Shae was able to catch her breath for a few seconds before Sansa grabbed her shoulder and rolled her over to face her. The mistress climbed into bed, kneeling over her and planting her hairy pussy onto her servant's face.

"Service your mistress then, my bitch," Sansa ordered gruffly as she settled her snatch across Shae's mouth. "Lick my better pussy."

Shae gasped and shifted a bit beneath her, the servant girl's back bent awkwardly backward to stay leaning on the bed. She shut her eyes and started licking obediently, trying to shut out the situation to all her senses. But Sansa's musky juices pressed against her nose and tingled against her tongue. Her mistress slapped her in the face before long, forcing Shae to open her eyes with a distressed, muffled moan.

"You look at me when I feed you my pussy," Sansa ordered. "I'm not just my husband looking for a lazy fuck so satisfy some simple urges. I own you, you slutty little piece of shit. You'll look me in the eyes and touch my breasts while I fuck you, and when I cum in your mouth, you will swallow and say 'thank you, Lady Stark. Do you fucking understand me, or do I have to show you why I'm on top again?"

Shae's eyes widened fearfully, but nodded as she stared up at her mistress' breasts and the face behind them. Shae buried her tongue in deeper, looping her hands up around Sansa's pinning legs and rubbing her breasts. Sansa moaned loudly and humped against her face, grinding Shae's back against the edge of the mattress and bouncing her heat on its top. Her mistress was clearly getting off on the control and victory over her more than anything, but the whore's oral talents certainly helped.

"There's a good bitch," Sansa purred serenely, even as Shae lightly pinched her aching nipples. Shae shivered with a mix of lust and disgust to feel Sansa's clit growing thicker and harder, rubbing over her nose and upper lip when she started humping harder.

"You fucking love this, don't you?" Sansa gloated. "You just love being used like the fuck toy you are. You don't care who it's from, just as long as you get fucked and keep swallowing cum like a true slut." Shae started to recognize the signs of her mistress' intense arousal, but could do nothing to stop or escape it. Sansa's thick bush scrubbed over her nose, the strong smell and flavor making her staring eyes water.

At last, she did exactly as Sansa ordered for fear of anything else. She licked and sucked until Sansa's thighs closed around her face, shaking intensely to essentially hump her mouth at a rapid pace. Shae opened her mouth expectantly, but didn't predict the intensity of the victor's orgasm. Shae started to choke as Sansa squirted right down her throat, but when she started to sputter she received a slap in the face.

"Fucking swallow it. Drink my cxnt," Sansa ordered, her facial expression and voice intense as she rode out the orgasm. Shae forced herself to open wider, drinking in her thick, wet cum as quickly as she could manage. It ran down the edges of her mouth before it was over with, practically drowning in Sansa's juices by the time she finished getting off of her. Sansa gave another rough grind of her crotch and pubic hair over Shae's face before she climbed off, leaving her servant to shiver, sob, and gag in a heap.

Sansa briskly set to work gathering Shae's clothes. She threw the tattered dress at her, letting it hit Shae's body while she threw her underwear into the fireplace, letting it catch and burn.

"You're walking back to your quarters like that," Sansa ordered. "If anyone asks what happened, tell them that I punished you. And you are NOT going near my husband again. Do you understand?"

Shae swallowed thickly, her face souring at the traumatically associated taste of Sansa's cum and nodding. "Yes, mistress. Thank you, Lady Stark" she mumbled dejectedly, pulling on her torn dress and quietly leaving the room. Sansa waited for her to be gone for several minutes before she sat on her bed, spreading her legs and masturbating to the intense fight scene, especially the finale.