Arya's Demise

Arya's Demise

Following Daenerys's capture, the rest of her army wasn't able to breach the gates of King's Landing. Even with the advantage in numbers they held over the Golden Company - the only real defense force the city had - the walls provided them with a position advantageous enough to repel them again and again. No matter how many times Jon Snow and Grey Worm commanded their forces to attack, they were always forced to retreat. The port was far enough from their position that they hadn't seen Dany fall - but the fact that she didn't come back to them was enough to let them know that she had been captured. Or, even worse, killed… But they weren't going to believe in that possibility. Not as long as there was hope that their queen was still alive.

The combined forces of the Northern army and the Unsullied remained near the capitol as the futility of those attempts became apparent. They weren't going to give up on Daenerys, though. They just set up camp nearby - continuing with some half-hearted attacks as they considered their options.

The distress Jon Snow was in as the woman he loved remained in the custody of her hated foe wasn't easy to catch for most. But Arya Stark knew her adoptive brother better than that. She knew just how much of a toll it was taking on him… Yet another reason for her to hate Cersei Lannister. Jon had managed to convince her to hold back on her own infiltration of the city together with the Hound the night before the siege of King's Landing began - but the ex-member of the Faceless Men was starting to have second thoughts on that. All his talk of holding strong together didn't amount to much when his army had shown itself not to be capable of winning this by conventional means.

As a result, the tomboy was growing more and more impatient. Cersei was there, and if the rumors were true, the Mountain was standing strong by her side. Ser Ilyn Paine also lurked somewhere in the city… All of the final targets on her list all so close she could almost touch them. The urge to venture into King's landing on her own kept growing with her - both to finish her list off, and to ease Jon's pain by ensuring that his lover was returned to him in one piece. Before long, she decided to give in to that urge - heading off into the city on her own. With the Needle at her hip, and the cat paw dagger stashed away inside her clothes, she was armed to deal with anyone who'd stand in her way.

Slipping in behind the walls of King's Landing proved no challenge to the trained assassin - Arya soon finding herself wandering across the city's streets. Just by walking around she was able to tell that people in the city hadn't been doing too well recently. It wasn't that surprising - a large army staying on their doorstep and attacking them from time to time was definitely something to put fear in the hearts of the common folk. The people seemed far more violent than before, too - she had seen plenty of brawls burst out on the streets. Those people were fighting for food… Served them right if they supported Cersei.

The people's desperation translated into other needs, too. As Arya headed into a side alley, she saw a bunch of thugs follow her. Were they thinking she'd make an easy target - then they were about to get a nasty surprise. She wasn't sure, if their intent was to just rob her, or to also rape her as well - but the Stark girl knew both were viable options. Being locked like that in constant would awaken the worse of urges in any person… Too bad for those people that they've chosen a trained killer as their target.

She let the men follow her a little deeper into the alleyway - it was better to keep the carnage away from the main street. Once they made it far enough into the alleyway, the Stark girl decided to give the men a warning.

"It'd be better for you all if you turned around now."

Arya spoke in a cold tone - the men looking at one another in a mixture of confusion and amusement. Did that little girl think she could stand up to them?

"Listen, girly. You either give in and satisfy us voluntarily - or we're going to hurt you real good."

One of the men replied to her - one corner of the tomboy's mouth twitching in amusement.

"Wrong answer."

She told him coldly while drawing the Needle out of its sheath. The man was only given a short moment to see the girl's rapier - Arya approaching him with a few quick dance-like steps. Then, she thrust her weapon at him in a very quick move - the tip of the Needle sinking into his eye socket. Skewering his eye, it easily crashed through the back of it - and into the man's brain. With his brains skewered, the man shook on his legs for a moment - before collapsing to the ground, dead.

The others looked at one another in surprise - staring at the corpse of their dead friend.

"Anyone else?"

Arya asked bluntly - driving in her lack of care for the man whose life she had just ended.

"T-That bitch k-killed him!"

One of the men screamed as they kept looking at one another - taking step after step away from this unknown, deadly girl and towards the safety of the main street. But then they stopped. Looked at that girl once more - and back at themselves. There were four of them - and it was just one small girl. If they all rushed her directly, there was no way she'd be able to take them all down. Now, it was personal - that little skunk had killed one of them, she needed to pay for that!

Arya watched, unamused, as the men all dashed towards her. It was amusing to see them think they could take her - but also annoying at the same time. She didn't have the time for some petty goons - she had some real targets to deal with.

As the men approached her, the girl trained by the Faceless Men casually stabbed her sword into the gut of one of them - puncturing his stomach and causing him some intense bleeding. In time, the wound would prove lethal… And for now, it should at least cut down that man's libido. Unfortunately, the Needle ended up stuck within his gut - Arya having troubles getting it out as he stepped away. He clutched the wound tightly, holding on to the sword - and ripping it out of Arya's hand as he stumbled backwards. WIth disdain, Arya caught him pulling the rapier out, then throwing it to the ground - out of her reach.

Well, if that was the case… The Stark girl reached underneath her tunic, retrieving the dagger she held there. Only to smash it right away into the belly of another of her assailants - slicing him open as his guts spilled from the wound. He screamed in pain while taking a step back - and pushing her away from him. That made her shake on her legs - and the moment of unsteadiness was enough for the other two men to reach her. Their burly forms crashed into hers rather petite one - knocking Arya over as she was forced to let go of the dagger as well.

Suddenly, she was underneath two men who hated her for hurting her friends - two men with very vile intentions. She kicked and punched at them as they both stared at her young body - one of them pinning her arms down while the other one drew a dagger of his own. Arya's struggles increased as the dagger drew close to her body - but luckily, the man wasn't trying to kill her yet. Instead, he cut through the elaborate leather tunic she was wearing - the padded piece of armor requiring him to put in quite the effort, as well. That only caused him to grow even more annoyed with her - his vigorous slices cutting through her undershirt and even reaching her skin. New scars would join the existing ones on her ribcage if she survived this - yet another testament to the rough treatment she had to endure over the years.

Arya tried not to show a reaction to the pain of having her skin be cut like that - the pinned girl just keeping her struggles. They still drew more intense whenever her skin was parted - her body instinctively reacting to the agony. The men had overpowered her, and they were doing a good job keeping her down too - reducing her clothes to shreds. As her tunic was finally sliced off, the man grabbed her cut-up undershirt - and tore it off in full. From beneath it, her rather small breasts.

The tomboy couldn't hold back an angry glare as his rough hands began to grope her boobs - squeezing the small mounds of flesh for a moment as he set the knife down. Ah, it laid so close to her now! If only she could snatch it up, she could kill those bastards too and get away! The other two men she had wounded had long since ran away - to seek treatment for their wounds, most likely. She wished them the worst of luck in that as her chest kept being manhandled for a little longer.

In the end, the small size of her breasts caused the man to quickly get bored of them. Instead, he returned to undressing her - this time, slicing through the flowy long skirt that Arya was wearing. Usually, it allowed her to move her legs around easily, and make use of the swordfighting techniques she was fluent at. Now, it just gave the man an easier way of stripping her - tearing her belt off, then dragging it down her legs. She tried to kick at him until the dress moved down enough that it was keeping her legs together - and once it was moved off her feet, she resumed her kicking with doubled effort. Having her feet finally smash into him was rewarding - even if ultimately it didn't help her situation at all.

Returning to Arya's abdomen, the man grabbed the short spats that served as her underwear. Starting off with a quick slice, he followed up by pulling in different directions on the cut - and ripping them apart. The strands of cloth fell to the ground on both sides of her as it was removed - Arya's barely-used cunt revealed to both men. With a batch of messy pubic hair above it, her slit didn't look the most appealing - but it wasn't like these men cared about the looks. All they wanted was a wench with some holes they could use - and Arya would be forced to take that role.

The man who had undressed her quickly undid his pants and pulled them down - his cock already half-erect. Against herself, the tomboyish girl stared at it - she hadn't really seen many of those before. She took note of the knife he had set down, as well… It was pretty close, and the man seemed far more into her body at the moment - she knew she needed to make use of that distraction.

As the man's cock drew closer to Arya's pussy, the other man reminded him of his presence. He'd been holding both of Arya's arms down with one arm at the moment - the other one fumbling with his pants as he, too, freed his growing erection.

"We need to move her if we're both gonna use her at the same time."

The other man stopped with a wince - at that point, his cock was just inches from Arya's entrance. Still, his friend was right - so he backed away for a moment. One of the men sat down while the other hoisted Arya up - still holding her by her wrists. Then, they closed in on both sides of Arya's body - the man who stripped her finally thrusting into her pussy.

Arya couldn't contain the shiver that went through her as her cunt was penetrated. She had only been with Gendry before - and the royal bastard had taken her with respect and care. But here, the man only thought of his own pleasure - violently humping deeper and deeper into her body. Feeling his cock move across her insides disgusted her - but there was little she can do to resist. She just spat him in the face as he continued to fuck her with some repeated, shallow thrusts - coaxing as much pleasure out of raping her as he could. Her resistance earned her a punch in the face as the man took insult to what she did - Arya's head recoiling from one side to another as his fist slammed into the side of her head. As her head bounced around, she spotted the dagger the man had left behind - still close enough for her to reach. If only her hands were free…

The other man's cock pressed against her asshole. The tomboy tried wiggling her ass around to make it more difficult for him to get inside her - that was about the only movement left to her. He was still holding her hands together, crushing them within the grasp of one hand - his other hand helping his cock find the tight ring of her sphincter. Squeezing through it took plenty of effort for him - but the reward was worth it. Arya screamed as her rectum was forced to take a dick - feeling her inner walls stretching around the fat shaft of meat.

"By the Seven, she's so tight!"

The man raping her ass commented as he steadied himself inside her anus - before starting to bring his cock back and forth across the overly-tight canal. The two men began sliding into her cunt and ass at the same time - violating two of her holes simultaneously as the whole thing continued. Arya just sat sandwiched between the two of them with no agency of her own - turned into just a whore for those two to use. Their repeated thrusts filled her with disgust - the panting she was hearing also pissing her off. The man in front of her was even drooling at her!

As their thrusts began growing more and more rapid, Arya realized her rapists were approaching their climaxes. She steadied herself for their release - but the sensation of their semen gushing into both her cunt and ass was even more disgusting than what she had expected. Still, that was her moment! As semen started shooting into her body, both men's muscles began to relax - including loosening the grip on her hands. She slipped them out of her rapist's open hand, and it seemed he didn't even notice.

Reaching over to the side, Arya searched blindly for her rapist's dagger. She didn't want to look, where it was, as that could give away her intentions. Seconds passed as she grew more and more distressed, unable to find it - what if the men had recovered before she had a change to grab it?

"H-hey… We should finish this slut off now… She killed Dercin... Who knows what else she's capable of…"

As the man still stuck in her ass muttered that out, Arya's fingers finally found the edge of the dagger. She cut one finger open as she hastily dragged her digits down it, finding the handle - and snatching the weapon up.

Immediately, she brought it forwards - dragging it across the neck of the man who had raped her snatch. His blood shot from the cut arteries as he stared down at her in disbelief - his hands shooting up to his throat and trying to hold back the bleeding.

"Dolph? H-hey, Dolph!"

The man behind her couldn't see, exactly what had happened - but the wet slash followed by some gurgles was definitely distressing. Knowing she had just seconds to act, Arya stabbed behind herself blindly. One upside to having the man be inside her was that it narrowed his position significantly… And the resistance her arm had met, combined with a splash, had told her that she had hit her target.

With both men severely wounded, Arya was able to finally get away. Pushing the man in front of her away, she uncorked her cunt - some semen leaking out of it. With him gone - rapidly bleeding out on the ground in front of her - she could move forward and remove the dick from her asshole, too. Turning around, she saw the dagger sitting squarely between the man's eyes - ensuring that he, too, wouldn't bother her anymore.

Both of her rapists were taken care of. What else was there? Arya eyed the alleyway once more. The corpse of the first of the men was still there - and the Needle lay discarded on the ground. She picked her rapier up - the cat's paw dagger was nowhere to be found, though. The man she cut open with it must have gotten away… No! She was supposed to slice Cersei's neck with it! Still, the two trails of blood leading out of the alleyway told her that that was no longer an option. She could try tracking him down… But then again, she was in no state to do that. Being raped had taken quite a toll on her - her body seemed so tired! She needed to hide somewhere and rest up - she needed to distance herself from those corpses as well.

Looking around some more, Arya found the remains of her outfit - and quickly confirmed that it was no longer usable. She needed to get herself some clothes, and fast…

With nothing left for her to do in the alleyway, Arya left - her legs shaking every couple of steps she took. She was too tired to continue with her plan today… So instead, she stumbled into one of the nearby houses. The lock on the door was broken, and the whole place seemed deserted. Whoever had lived in there had either fled or been killed… And in both cases they couldn't object to her staying there. Going deeper into the house in case anyone wandered inside it, Arya collapsed on top of the piece of wood that was seemingly the bed - passing out within seconds.

***

Waking up several hours later, Arya still felt pretty exhausted. But she didn't let that keep her down - the thought of finally getting to finish her list providing her with plenty of adrenaline to keep going no matter what. Getting up, she searched the house for some clothes - she had slept in the nude. Sadly, there weren't any serviceable clothes - all she could found were a number of rags. It still beat running around naked, though - so the Stark girl made use of them. She wrapped some of them around her chest, trying them together - binding her rather small breasts down tightly. She had also found a larger piece that could serve as a skirt for her - if a pretty high-cut one, at that. Tying it at her hip, Arya decided that she was sufficiently clothed - even if the majority of her skin was still exposed. One of her legs was pretty much fully visible - and her midsection was completely exposed, too. Her shoulders and arms were uncovered as well - but at the very least, her private parts were covered up.

Taking to the streets, Needle hanging at her hip, Arya began making her way towards the Red Keep - and the despicable woman who sat within. The groups of soldiers patrolling around paid no mind to her as she walked on - but one of the solo soldiers walking past her caught her attention. With that bald head and the heartless look in his eye, it could only be ser Ilyn Payne - the royal executioner. The man who had taken her father's life. Her opinion on him had shifted since then - she had come to realize that he was just doing the job he was paid for. That led to her dropping him from his list… But now that she was about to finish her list off, and she was so close to him - it'd be a waste not to take this opportunity.

The Stark girl began to trail him as he continued his stroll. The sword hanging on his hip seemed familiar to her - even if she had not seen it before in her life. In truth, it was Widow's Wail - one of the swords that had been forged from Ice. That sword had been a heirloom of house Stark - and the sword which the man had used to take her father's head. More recently, the sword's been used by Jaime Lannister - but the man left it behind in King's Landing when he finally parted ways with Cersei. Now, the executioner had been given the sword again - Cersei wanted him to get some more practice with it.

Arya's tiredness was getting the better out of her. As a result, her movements weren't exactly the most discreet - ser Ilyn able to catch on that she had been following him. By the time Arya had decided to attack him, he was properly on his guard - and the tomboy's attack had failed. The quick stab that was supposed to skewer his heart had failed to connect as the man easily deflected her strike with his own sword - Arya staring in confusion as what was going to be the killing blow didn't connect.

"I'm Arya Stark. You killed my father. The punishment for that… Is death."

Arya declared coldly while coming face-to-face with her father's killer - before the two of them threw themselves into a dance of death. Following that, it had quickly turned into a full-blown duel. It had brought forth every bit of attention that Arya had been trying to avoid - with a group of passer-bys gathering to watch their duel. They didn't know, who this girl trying to come after a trained soldier was - most of them laughing at what they perceived as stupid. At the very least, they weren't interfering - so she could still get what she desired. A triumph over the man who killed her father.-

Things weren't going too well for her, though. Her exhaustion was causing a delay in her moves - and, since her fighting style relied heavily on speed and dodges, it was going to have dire consequences. Ser Ilyn's sword flew dangerously close to her body on several occasions. It grazed her hip, cutting off the knot that held her self-made skirt in place - the piece of cloth sliding off her legs. She quickly kicked it away so that it wouldn't limit her movements - not caring at all that all those onlookers were given a good look at her cunt. Droplets of cum from the day before were still shaken out of it following some very energetic moves from her - causing the townsfolk to speculate that maybe she was Ilyn's scorned lover.

Another close call occurred as the sword cut close to her upper body. Arya threw herself forward, the sword barely missing her arm - but cutting through the rags that her top was made out of. With a slice across them, the structure of her flimsy top had fallen apart - the strands of brown floating away as Arya's modest chest was exposed, too.

Now forced to fight completely in the nude, Arya did her best not to think about that - but it was still somewhat distracting. Despite that, she did her best to fight back against ser Ilyn - with little success. The man was able to keep her at bay just fine - Arya unable to get any proper strikes in herself. Until, finally, she succeeded - the Needle slipping into a crack in ser Ilyn's armor. However, it didn't skewer it - just the tip of her rapier getting caught in it. In a moment of confusion, Arya stood in place - trying to get her weapon out. Leaving herself completely open for an attack.

Ser Ilyn didn't waste that opportunity. Widow's wail sliced through her neck from the side - cleanly cleaving her head off.

Arya's eyes opened wide at the sudden pain in her neck, her mouth opening with words that she'd never speak. Her head flew through the air - rotating as it fell. The world flipped rapidly before her eyes - Arya getting a look at the houses surrounding them, the people watching, and ser Ilyn as well. And… The headless body of some girl, standing as blood squirted out from the stump of her neck. Was that girl… Her? Did he… Cut her head off? It felt so surreal, and yet… This was it? This was how she'd die? Unable to finish her list off, dying to a man who she had taken off it? Was she this powerless in the end?

As her head landed, her head was already very foggy. Was this how Father felt when he was beheaded? "I'm sorry, Jon… Won't be saving your queen after all… Of all the nobles, why did you have to choose a Lannister, Sansa? Father… Mother… Rickon… I'm coming to you… And B-Bran… Why haven't you warned me?" Her living siblings mixed in with the part of her family that was already dead in her final thought - Arya Stark passing on without having succeeded in what she wanted to do the most.

Arya's headless body stood still for a moment, still clutching the handle of her rapier - before slowly falling to her knees, and then collapsing to the ground completely. A number of spasms shook her body as it lay down like that, shaking some more blood out of her neck - and stale cum out of her lower holes. Her blood had stained the ground red, as well as marking her chest with it - pumping out steadily as her body laid limp. Her head had landed not too far from the rest of her body - Ilyn quickly walking over to make sure that it wasn't taken by one of the onlookers. Some unwanted tears had escaped from Arya's eyes without her even realizing - two trails of tears running down her cheeks. It was tempting to just leave the girl here… But Arya's final words were still ringing in her ears. If she really was the Stark girl, she needed to be delivered to the queen, and right away.

Even if Ilyn himself couldn't really get his idea across with him being unable to speak, other soldiers had caught on to what his intentions were. Arya's corpse was quickly delivered to the Red Keep. Finally, she had arrived there! But the Stark girl certainly had not imagined this would be how things would go. She would get to meet Cersei, too - but with her herself being the corpse in that scenario, and not the Lannister she hated.

Arya's rapier had been brought with her - and was what Cersei used to determine, that the girl really was a Stark. It's been years since she had seen her, and Arya had changed a lot in that time - the Needle being the only real way of identifying her. Fortunately, Cersei had remembered hearing reports on that blade back when the girl had still been a guest in King's Landing - letting her clear any doubts about her identity.

With a new toy falling onto her doorstep so suddenly, Cersei was thrilled to use it. But before she could, there were some precautions that needed to be taken. Just as Qyburn had preserved Missandei's head, the Lannister queen directed the maester to do the same to Arya's corpse. It would be a waste to use it once and twice and then be forced to throw it away.

***

A few hours later, Qyburn delivered on that - having cleaned Arya's corpse of all the blood and semen it was tainted with before, too. Cersei gladly sat on the Iron Throne while taking the head from his hands - and slipping it down her cock. Arya's headless, naked body laid in front of her - Cersei starting to grind the Stark girl's head up and down her cock. It felt different to use than Missandei's - but just as pleasant physically. And possibly even more satisfying mentally - finally, she had gotten her hands on a member of that damned house! Moving her head up and down her erection while getting to watch her dead face - her blank eyes, her tongue pressed against the tip of her cock, the tears that ran down it - was quite the turn-on. Whenever she looked at it, Cersei would pick up the pace with her strokes. In no time the Lannister had reached her climax - spraying her seed all over Arya's face. With how explosive it was, many spurts of it shot onto Arya's headless, nude form too - furthering the Stark girl's postmortem humiliation.

Just one climax wasn't going to cut it. Setting Arya's head aside on the Iron Throne's armrest, Cersei pulled the dead girl's corpse onto her lap. She easily worked her prick into the tomboy's cunt - drawing a sharp breath as she slid it inside. Arya's pussy was quite tight - and it was so warm as it wrapped itself around her cock! It didn't require her to put any force into fucking her, either. It just clung to her cock, hugging it tightly - but allowing her to move freely at any pace she desired. Having ordered the Mountain to violate Daenerys's snatch, she herself became unable to fuck it - and even if she enjoyed probing the Targaryen whore's ass, going back to a proper pussy again was a change of pace the Lannister appreciated.

Holding Arya's headless body by her waist, Cersei bounced it up and down on her erection - all while taking glances to the side at Arya's face. Even if the Stark girl was long gone, forcing her to watch her body being abused like that turned Cersei on. The fact that she was doing it all on the Iron Throne also aroused her. She was the queen! She could do anything she wanted! Even defiling the symbol of her power like that!

Arya's limbs flailed around as Cersei moved the girl up and down her cock - her legs kicking Cersei's thighs, her arms knocking against Cersei's torso and chest. Knowing those were just random movements - that Arya was dead, that she had complete power over her body - also helped Cersei get off. In the end, she pulled Arya as far onto her cock as she could - burying her cock inside her completely. Her balls tensed, before releasing their load deep into Arya's body - flooding her womb with Cersei's spunk. She kept the Stark cocksleeve on her dick for the entire duration of her climax - and as she let the girl slip off, her cum began flowing out of the dead girl's pussy.

Cersei spent the rest of the day having fun with Arya's corpse in various ways. Cersei took Arya's pussy several more times - and she smashed her cock up her overly tight ass a few times as well. Arya's head was used as a toy a few more times, too. Experimenting with Arya's corpse, Cersei also pushed her cock into the stump of her neck - filling her severed esophagus with her own fat prick. The hole turned out to be surprisingly pleasant to use, too - Cersei sending several helpings of her seed down into Arya's stomach. She was so engrossed in it that she didn't even go to Daenerys on that day - fine with just toying with the Stark girl's corpse. The Targaryen was finally given a full day of respite from Cersei's abuse - though she still had to endure the Mountain's giant dick.

Once Cersei was done fucking Arya's corpse, she ordered for it to be hung from one of the pillars in the Great Hall. Arya was hanged by her limbs - becoming just another decoration to the Lannister queen's throne room, if a really gruesome one. To make sure everyone knew, who the girl was, she had a nameplate added - a small piece of wood with an inscription on it hanging from her neck. It declared her as 'Arya Stark, the Slut Wolf' - the girl's lineage both stated and demeaned. She kept Arya's head easily accessible, though - having it lay on one of the arm rests of the Iron Throne whenever she wasn't using it. Not only did Arya fail to kill the woman who was at the top of her list, she had been turned into a sex toy for her - her utter failure plain to see for anyone who seeked an audience with the Seven Kingdom's queen.