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Ramsay walked towards Myranda who caught his eye and smirked. She seemed well pleased with herself and Ramsay hid his grin. Of course the little pretty minx was thrilled. She was not there last night nor were any servants there but Reek. Myranda assumed the drama that must have ensued was enough to drive a further wedge between Ramsay and Sansa. There was already a chasm between himself and his intended and it did not matter a single bit. He was aware that the Stark girl hated him, but she was willing to marry. Once they were wed, Sansa would learn to obey and quickly. She will bear him children and learn to please him or she'll suffer for it greatly. Though to be honest with himself, Ramsay had to admit, Sansa intrigued him. She was like no other lady or woman he has ever met and he loved to bait her to see those cool reactions. He loves a game and Sansa is a million new games waiting to happen.
Right now, he had to focus his attention elsewhere. On his little whore that thought she was more than that somehow. Ramsay needed to remind his feisty Myranda that he was in control, not her, that she will not create games. Only Ramsay did that. Perhaps she needed to understand that there really was no leaving him, no trying to get any type of revenge on him. "Did you have a good night, My Lord?" Myranda asked brightly as Ramsay walked up to her and caressed her cheek. "Oh yes, a very good night. I had a wonderful conversation with my pet, then an amazing dinner with my family. It was quite touching actually. Reek apologized to Lady Sansa for killing her brothers and then it was decided he will escort her for the wedding." Myranda tried to hide her annoyance but Ramsay saw it and let the anger come into his eyes. There was no way to back up or run, it was too late and Myranda defiantly stared back. "Are you going to hunt me for it? She was bound to see him sooner or later, all I did was point out the kennels. Sansa has a right to know Theon is here." Her voice was shaky with terror but hissed with malice and jealousy.
"You do not get to decide who meets who. You do not decide anything. That isn't your place is it, Myranda? Your job is to obey your father and please me as I wish it. I am not going to hunt you, I am going to be merciful this once. For the sake of Ben who has always been loyal and kept my bitches well. So this time you will be punished, you will have a lesson. I have already sent Reek ahead with a list of your chores to give to your father. One moment of defiance, a single chore not completed and my mercy ends. You are becoming annoying and that is boring to me. Theon was an arrogant little shit...he bored me terribly. Where is he now, Myranda? What is he now?" Ramsay walked away as he heard Ben roar for Myranda. Ramsay smiled and hoped Ben gave her a few lashes for impudence before starting her on the chores. To his utter delight, Ramsay heard the crack of a belt and his mischievous girl cry out in pain.
YOU STUPID LITTLE WHORE! WHAT DID YOU DO? HOW DARE YOU ANGER LORD RAMSAY? DO YOU WANT US TO BE TOSSED OUT, DO YOU WANT TO STARVE TO DEATH? YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS REALLY LIKE TO BE A WHORE? IF THEY DISMISS ME, YOU'LL BE FUCKING ANYTHING JUST FOR A DRINK OF CLEAN WATER!" Another four strikes before Ben was done and tossed the belt away from him. It nearly hit Reek who was curled up under the rickety table Ben had been enjoying his ale on before he brought the note. Reek knows that Ben has a terrible temper when provoked, therefore as soon as Ben hollered, he flew under the table for safety. Most of the time, Ben is not purposely mean to Reek. He enjoys having someone besides the dogs to speak to, even if Reek does not ever reply unless told to. The creature understands, nods, shakes his head or uses sounds to communicate. Good enough, Ben has always enjoyed animals more than humans. Ben only ended up marrying that stupid housekeeper's daughter because of his cock and too much ale. When the girl turned up pregnant, her father came too and he carried a large axe. It was held against Ben's throat until the ceremony was complete.
His wife was a lovely mean little thing and he hated her, despised her in fact. When she found him fucking some little slut in the kennels of Dreadfort, she dared to berate him! He dragged her home and beat her for the audacity, then got drunk, passing out in the little kitchen. That deranged bitch left their tiny cottage that she bitched about to him daily, in search of the girl. When she found her, the woman beat that wench with a fire-poker from their house, until her victim swore to never approach Ben again. Then the vengeful demoness took out the rest of her anger at him on his poor innocent dogs. Four dogs poisoned by her and that was taking things too far. If they had been Lord Ramsay's dogs, he would have killed her. These were Ben's personal hounds that lived in the extra cages at the kennels. When Ben awoke the next morning with a pounding headache, there was his wife, cooing to their little daughter. The only thing Ben liked about the baby was it kept his wife busy. She looked like his hated wife, had the same features, Ben would have thought he was tricked but for the hair. It was his thick chestnut locks and he couldn't deny it. However, in spite of those sly eyes, Ben never was anything but gentle to the babe. After he saw the dead dogs in the kennel, nothing mattered but to hurt his wife. Maybe even kill her and it took Lord Ramsay himself to hold Ben back.
It was decided Ben would live in the kennels, away from his wife and daughter. Yet, through the years as the girl grew, she would visit her father on her own. He was gruff with her, but it did not deter the girl. Ben discovered she had her mother's talents in every way and it made him nervous. Yet, when her mother decided to not come to Winterfell, Ben brought Myranda with him. It was already apparent she was sleeping with the Lord even though Ben had warned her off. Now here it was, she finally pissed off Ramsay, stupid wench, did she really think he meant that marriage proposal? He had tried to tell her when she first told Ben of Ramsay's proposal. Myranda didn't listen and once Ramsay became legitimate, Ben warned her again. Now Sansa was here, the reality has sunk in and his daughter had a tantrum. Just like her damned mother and Ben refuses to pay for it. He cannot stand the thought of having to watch his own daughter be hunted and killed. And Ramsay would most certainly make Ben watch, might even drag the cunt of wife down from Dreadfort to see the show as well. Ben would make sure that Myranda understood this punishment. He refuses to watch his daughter die, as sly and hateful as she is. It is still his daughter and he must protect her. Even if it means to nearly torment her to do it.
"The first thing you'll be doing is cleaning this entire kennel. Every cage is to be swept and mopped out, the bars are too be scrubbed too. Then the main floor is to be cleaned. After that you shall repair all the leashes and then I want you to muck out the pen. Since this is normally Reek's job, he can show you where everything is, since I am sure you forget. You have tried so hard to forget who and what you are, I am sure you forget how to work inside the kennels as well. Then again, you have never had to do these types of chores, have you? Enjoy, daughter. Get your ass to work or I'll whip it till it blisters!" Myranda glared at her father, wiping tears of pain and shame from her pretty face. "I hate you! I hate you and Ramsay!" Reek gasped from under the table and Ben went pale with horror. When his hand struck her, it was hard enough to knock her down. "Don't you ever say that about Lord Ramsay again. Do you want him to flay you alive? Do you want your own father to see you hunted and mauled to death by my own girls?" Unsteadily, Myranda got to her feet and hissed, "I don't need that stinking creature to show me around, I know where things are." Ben watched as his wayward daughter stormed around the kennels, gathering cleaning materials. Sitting down heavily, he patted his knee. With a whimper, Reek came out from under the table and sat next to Ben's chair. Ruffling the dirty hair, Ben said, "I know, it is a punishment for us too, isn't it?" With a whine, Reek agreed, cringing as there came a crash and cursing.
By the end of the day, Myranda was filthy and she stunk. Her hair was in a sweat slicked braid that was mostly knots, half chewed by dogs. Her dress and flesh were dung stained, dirty ground into her forehead and her nails were black. Ben whipped her anytime she tried to stop and wash her face. "Working time, not grooming time, Myranda, now finish that shoveling. Fresh hay is out back, you'll have to move it here yourself." She was tired, she smelled and even her fury couldn't stand against her misery. Every piece of her ached at the hard labor, her back felt as if it were on fire. The dogs slobbered on her and younger ones nipped, tearing her lovely dress nearly apart. "Father, it is all done. The kennel and pen are as clean as possible. I need to go and bathe then sleep." Instead of the praise and dismissal she expected, Ben grinned. "No dear, no time for all that. You have to finish your chores. Those were just the first few. There is more." Staring at her father in disbelief, Myranda tried to reason with him. "Father, it is nighttime. Tomorrow is Lord Ramsay's wedding. I need to bathe and rest for it. Can't I finish whatever else there is, after that?" Shaking his head, Ben responded with grim amusement. "Well, these chores focus on the wedding, Myranda. You see, Reek is to walk Sansa to Ramsay at the wedding, remember? Well, look at the poor little bugger, he cannot go like this, can he? New clothing has been provided for him, but he needs a bit of grooming first. You will bathe him, wash and fix his hair, get out the snarls and out of his face." With a face frozen in disgust, Myranda glared at the cringing creature laying in the corner of his cage. He was curled up, facing the wall, trying hard to pretend he was not hearing this. Myranda bet he was loving her punishment and her lips curved up sadistically. With a sweet voice that warned Ben and made Reek shake, Myranda agreed. "Of course, father. I will be happy to help Reek get ready for the big day."
"Be careful, Myranda. If Ramsay is angered over meddling, how do you think he will react if you hurt his pet?" Shrugging, she said lightly, "I have tricked, tormented, and played with his pet many times before." Snorting Ben said, "Not without Ramsay's permission and supervision. He is possessive of his toys, Myranda. Only he likes to break them. Take care with this chore, Myranda. First we shall all have our supper at the main hall then you can begin Reek's grooming." Sputtering with shock as Ben grabbed her arm, Myranda cried out. "Wait! I can't go like this, I stink, I am filthy! Let me at least wash fast!" Shaking his head, ordering Reek to let the dogs out and leash them, Ben dragged his disheveled daughter forward. "No time, we don't want to be late, I am starving tonight. A nice feast tonight to celebrate the upcoming wedding, the meat pies will be there I hope. You are right, you smell awful, even the lowest servant's table might be too good for you tonight. If I were you, I would stay near an open window or door. Ramsay commanded that you come to dinner as you are, that you are not to bathe until after his wedding actually. Sorry, daughter." But Ben was not sorry, he hoped this brought his girl down a peg.
Myranda tried to stay within the shadows as far from everyone as she could get. However, after working hard all day, she was hungry, nearly drooling in fact. Never before has she felt this kind of hunger and weariness, even helping her mother clean the house was never this bad. So regardless of her looks or smell, Myranda finally came forward to quickly get some food then flee with it. Roose threw down his fork, sniffing with disgust and glared at his son. "Ramsay, I have tolerated your creature and your whims long enough. His stench is putting us off our dinners. Send him out of here and have him bathed." Ramsay beckoned to Reek and he came over as fast as he could, eyes down, hoping not to be hurt tonight. Leaning close Ramsay took a whiff then shook his head. "No, it is not him that is making our eyes water. Reek smells of course, he is ripe but no worse than usual and yes, he will be cleaned up for the wedding." Sansa held her hand near her nose and looked at where the stink came from. Ramsay and the others followed her horrified gaze. "My Gods, Myranda! You stink worse then Reek when its raining out and it is kennel cleaning day. And look at you! Did you even bother to try and wipe some of the dogshit off your dress? Ugh, take your food and sit outside please. My intended and beloved step mother need to eat." Face red with humiliation, trying to hide tears, Myranda curtsied and nearly ran out of the hall with her food.
Ben felt a twinge of guilt when he heard his daughter crying when he returned to the kennels. With a deep sigh he turned to the cringing slave behind him. "Reek, you need to tell her it's time for your bath. Shaved and groomed as well, tell her that." With a whimper, the human dog nodded and reluctantly shuffled towards the sound of sobbing. "Milady? Ben said you were to help me bathe. And shave me, groom me. I...I am sorry, Milady." He backed up when Myranda stood and began to hit him with small fists. "Did you enjoy that, Reek? Did you get a good laugh in today at my misfortune?" Ben roared Myranda's name and yanked her away from poor Reek who cringed, but never defended himself. "Stop acting like a child and do your work. Get this punishment over with and make amends with Ramsay. You brought this upon yourself, it isn't Reek's fault." Ben stayed and made sure that Myranda filled the tub herself, carrying heavy buckets of water. He stopped Myranda when she tried to scrub the skin off Reek's scarred back and when she attempted to drown him under water. While Myranda cursed about being soaked and streaked in Reek's filth, the pet just whimpered, shaking.
When Reek was toweled off roughly and shoved onto his knees, Myranda started to fix his hair. Reek yowled as she tore through snarls with her wooden brush and Ben warned her again to be careful. "It is useless, I should just cut it all off. Get me the razor, Reek, I will shave your beard and your flea ridden snarly head. Make you like a Thenn, shiny bald." Reek burst into sobs at the threat and Ben sighed. "Are you that stupid? Or just that vicious? Carefully, try and brush the snarls out. What cannot be brushed or moved from his face will be cut off. Then you will carefully, oh so carefully shave him." Ben was playing with his whip and his daughter decided to obey begrudgingly. As Myranda began to untangle the golden, now whitening hair, Ben spoke to Reek. "Reek, I am giving you permission to answer my questions with your voice." Myranda gave another rough tug, then cursed and cut out a huge, crawling knot. "Ugh, I shall have to wash his hair again after. If I get your bugs, I will kill you, filthy mutt!" Myranda squealed in disgust and plunged her crawling arm into the dirty bathwater. Ben waited until she had come back to finish Reek's hair before asking the pet a question.
"Reek? When Ramsay flayed and took your fingers and toes? When he destroyed your foot permanently, were you Theon or Reek?" With a strangled sound of fear upon that name, upon even remembering, the pet cringed down. "I'll help you out to answer me. When you had your limbs and your cock, were you Reek then?" Shaking his head, Reek muttered, "N..Not yet..Reek wasn't born yet. I am Reek now, good, faithful, loyal Reek!" "Yes, you are, good boy." Ben glared at his daughter meaningfully and Myranda pretended not to understand the message. "I remember Theon was so very proud of his large cock." She purred and suddenly her hands were soft in Reek's hair. He whined in terror and looked pleadingly up at Ben. "His hair looks better, now rewash it and strangle those bugs. " Ben commanded sharply and went to get the razor. Dropping any act know that her father was gone, Myranda nearly lacerated Reek's scalp while washing it. Then slammed his head under the water a tad too long. When Ben returned Reek was sputtering and Myranda was smiling gently as she dried his hair. Reek sat frozen with fear as Myranda shaved him, but Ben stood over her. She managed to not cut the detestable pet once and then she cut his nails. "There, he is all ready. If he wears his clothing now, they will get dirty in his cage. Should I get his rags again? I could wash them first then he can sleep wet. He has felt worse than a little chilly water on his body." With a shake of his head, Ben said, "No, it would make him all dirty again to sleep in a cage tonight. For this night, Reek will sleep in your room, on a clean bed. You can have his cage for the night instead, aren't you glad you have cleaned it out so well now?"
Sputtering in outrage, Myranda dug her nails into her fists. "You must be joking, father. There is no way Lord Ramsay would be putting me in a cage." Ben gleefully showed his daughter the chore list and note left for him earlier. "Yes, he did. And we all must obey Lord Ramsay. Good night, Myranda." Ben dragged his protesting daughter into the cage and locked it. Reek looked on, stunned, until Ben ordered him to follow him to the sleeping quarters. Myranda had the longest night of her life. She itched and couldn't' stop scratching deeply into her own flesh, trying to rid herself of the fleas. Straw was not comfortable at all and the cold hard floor was barely hidden under it. She had to try and rest sitting up, the smell of herself was too atrocious. There was no way she could stand this longer than a night, it was intolerable. She was not Reek! Myranda was never meant to be treated like this! As her resentment grew, Myranda heard someone enter the kennel. Not one dog barked, just whined and wagged their tails. That would only happen if it were her father or Ramsay. Shame filled her as she stood, letting her Lord see her behind the cage bars, filthy, disgusting, brought low. "I thought for a moment that you were Reek." He said laughingly, surveying her carefully in his torchlight. "Except you look and smell twice as bad as my pet ever did."
"Truly, it should be Reek in here, not me, My Lord. I have done all you wished, I have accepted my punishment. I am truly sorry for having displeased you. Please let me out of the cage and bathe, then I can show you who sorry I am, Ramsay. Please, I wish to be with you and show you how sorry I can be." Myranda tried for seduction but Ramsay just grinned at her. "Can you smell yourself, even if you cannot see how disgusting you are right now? Not a single man here would fuck you if I paid them to. You know how much I love to play with my little Reek and he is always dirty and smelly. So ask yourself how much worse than him you must be right now for me to turn you down, even for a quick suck. Then again, I guess I could get used to that. I could call you Reekette!" Ramsay seemed to drink in her horror at the thought and his grin grew more sadistic. "Please, Lord Ramsay, forgive me! Don't turn me into a pet, I am your whore. I will never again interfere, I swear it!" Her begging was as fake as her seduction and Ramsay gave an exaggerated wince. "Dear, your acting skills aren't working for you tonight. Even your begging is boring and contrived. But don't worry, I know how to bring out the real cringing creature inside you if I choose too. Just ask Reek." Ramsay walked away, whistling then tossed over his shoulder, "I hope you made my pet look good for my wedding. Or else we shall see how you take to flaying. I shall have to remember which finger hurt Theon the most when I took it." Ramsay had made sure to stress his pet's former name as he left her in total darkness and misery.
Reek did not look like Theon Greyjoy in his demeanor but his outside looked like a thin haunted version of the past. Myranda however, did not look like herself at all. Still filthy, now covered in scratches she did to herself, still crawling and itching, she served. From a distance, she could watch the wedding and celebration, as she lugged trash and rotted food away. Kicked, taunted and shoved by the same servants she has taken advantage of in the past, Myranda worked as Reek would have. Sansa and Reek went upstairs with Ramsay and Myranda watched them go from under a table, where she finally hid to rest. She had stolen some meat and was eating it like a dog, hurrying before someone took it away. For a week, she lived as Reekette, as Ramsay had dubbed her. At the end of the week, Reek was given back his collar and rags. Myranda was given back her dress and bed. Ramsay thought it was amusing that both were so relieved, they kissed his boots side by side on the ground. "No more Theon Greyjoy, just Reek." He said gently to his groveling pet and then he looked at his whore. "No more Reekette, just Myranda." He went to pet Reek and gave him a good tousle. Then he grabbed a fistful of Myranda's hair and pulled her to her feet. "Unlike Reek, you can still go back to Reekette. Don't ever meddle or be boring to me again, Myranda. Just in case, I am having Ben build a new cage, it will remain empty for now. Just in case you forget who and what you are again." Myranda tried to suppress a shudder and earnestly said to Ramsay, "I am the kennel master's daughter and your loving whore." In spite of her anger and frustration, Myranda wanted to remain that way. Better than the alternative.