Game of thrones r18

Arya had to admit, as much as she loathed Kingslanding, there was no shortage of places to explore; an activity as trivial as chasing a cat had led her to secret passages, catacombs, dragon skulls - that were hundreds of years old and used for Seven knows what. But it seemed others had uses for secret catacombs as well; Lord Varys and a man she didn't know, talks of bastards, talks of her father, talks of her father. She'd never admit it, but what she heard spooked her; she'd have to tell her father right away!

First, that meant finding her way out of the maze she stumbled in. Her only way was forward, following the path ahead of her for what felt like forever. Eventually, she saw what looked like light, and hurried towards it.

She ended up emerging from a cliffside, on the west of the Red Keep, by Blackwater Bay. It was a trek to get back to the castle proper, taking nearly an hour. When she got back to the Keep, she was dingy, covered in dust and dirt. She tried to walk into the outer courtyard, but two guards of the City Watch stopped her, one older and one younger.

"Off with you, no begging." One of them sneered.

"I'm not a beggar," she said. "I live here."

"Do you need a smack on the ear to help your hearing?"

"I WANT to see my father." Arya said snidely.

"I want to fuck the queen myself, for all the good it does me." The younger guard said, sounding half amused.

"You want your father, boy?" The older guard began, clearly not as amused by the situation. "He's lying on the floor of some tavern, getting pissed on by his friends."

Arya frowned - she hated being called a boy.

""I'm not a boy," she spat at them. "I'm Arya Stark of Winterfell, daughter of the Hand of the King, and if you lay a hand on me, my lord father will have both your heads on spikes. Now, are you going to let me by, or do I need to smack YOU on the ear to help your hearing?"

The two guards looked at each other.

"AAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH"

The store room they dragged Arya to was far enough from anything of consequence that Arya wails wouldn't be heard. Her mother always said her lip would get her into trouble, though Cat probably didn't foresee it getting her daughter fucked up the ass.

"Well, she sure ain't a boy!" The older guard laughed; he was in the corner spent, having had his cock down young Arya's throat a few minutes prior; now the young buck was having his druthers, sitting on a crate, while he had Arya folded in half, the girl's flexibility working against her, her legs held in the air in a full nelson, with the guard's hands linked behind her head as he fucked upward with brutal thrust, spearing it Arya.

"Got tits like a boy, but an ass like a Bravos whore!" The guard grunted, his hips snapping up in a rapid pace. The only lube he offered was a chance for Arya to spit on his cock before he took her, which she saw no other option but to take. For all her training and litheness, she could only do so much against two full-grown men who could, and did, throw her about like a rag doll. At that moment between searing pain in discomfort, it dawned on Arya that everyone she had ever "fought" or horse played with had taken it easy on her, and that was almost worse than the ass rape - almost.

The Stark girl's threats of murder and retribution had died down several minutes and several handprints ago, her face and body showing the consequences of her thrashing; so now she just screamed and cried at the brutal fucking, taking a page from her sister's book. Technically, threatening a City Guardsmen could get your hands or tongue cut off, but punishment was at the discretion of the guards. On the other hands, sodomizing noble ladies was also frowned upon.

As tough as Arya was, or thought she was, brutal ass fucking was a bit more intense than rough housing in the dirt, so soon the tomboy's screams wore thinner and thinner, until the went quiet, and she went limp in the guard's hands, unconscious.

"Oh fuck!" The guard cursed, hilting himself in Arya's ass, and letting his balls erupt, painting her bowels white with cum

"Fuck, haven't had ass like that in ages" He sighed, unhooking his hands and letting Arya fall face-first into the dirt.

"I'll have to try it." The older guard laughed. "Mouth was decent, but a bit too much teeth."

"Think anyone will miss us?" The younger guard wondered. "Think we have time for another go?"

"We've all day. You know thing ever happens in the Keep."

"Besides the last Hand dying?"

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and the two guards jumped.

"Hello? Who's in there?" Came a voice from the other side. It was their captain

"Shit!" The older guard cursed under his breath, doing his best to straighten his armor out in a hurry. He went to the door and cracked it open, just enough so that Arya's prone form was out of view

"What the blazes are you doing in there, man?" Their captain demanded.

"Oh, uh, I was just-" The guard began to explain, stuttering.

"Save it." The captain barked. "We need all hands on deck. The new Hand is on a tear. His daughter is missing, the younger one, kind of boyish looking. Stop dicking around, and come aide in the search."

The Captain strode away with purpose, and the guard closed the door.

He looked at his comrade, who's face was as pale as his.

Then they looked at Arya Stark of Winterfell, daughter of the Hand of the King, face down in the dirt, with cum leaking out her ass.

Their heads never made it on pikes. Ned had them thrown into the sea.