Running

There is a park not too far away from your flat in London that you like to run across in the morning before work. It was nothing special in truth and would have probably remained so if you had continued on your regular path but today was different as you felt compelled to take a different path. One that took you past a bridge and onto a dirt path you had never seen before let alone by others judging by the lack of foot traffic.

Still part of you felt as though you should have simply walked back the way you came while the other screamed at you to continue on your journey. Thankfully you decided to listen to the part that said continue as soon you began to descend down a hill followed by the sound of a small stream that you never knew existed.

Curious you moved towards the sound of the stream with the intention of merely examining the water source and nothing more. You never expected to see a tree like many others yet so different from it’s other wooden compatriots. For rather than bugs and woodland creatures climbing up the rather ancient tree you see a woman currently bound against it from head to toe with rope no less. Her mouth was gagged with a thick piece of cloth stuffed into her mouth and then another was used as a cleave gag. Effective but you honestly couldn’t care less as you rushed towards the bound victim as any Good Samaritan would do yet the look on her face screamed fear not happiness as you approached.

Worried you quickly reached the bound woman and needless to say you were shocked when you came close enough to see her face. Even with half her face covered by the cloth it was easy to recognize the face beneath as you had seen her grow from a young girl to a very cute and attractive woman on Game of Thrones. The familiar brown hair, the bright gray colored eyes, and most importantly the cute face made it easy for you to recognize the bound form of Maisie Williams even in her current predicament.

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Granted knowing who the bound girl was didn’t really help the situation as you noted Maisie continued to shake her head, her eyes opened wide in fear. Not a good sign in your opinion but right now you needed to figure out what was happening so you quickly grabbed her gag and pulled it away from her mouth with relative ease. A fact you found incredibly disturbing but chose to ignore in favor of removing what remained of the cloth from her mouth. Damn thing was drenched in saliva, suggesting Maisie had been here for quite some time as she took a gasp of fresh air through her now freed mouth.

Tossing the soggy cloth to the ground you began to locate the knots keeping Maisie restrained while talking just because you figured that was the best choice.

“Don’t worry I’ll have you out in a moment and then we’ll call the coppers to find whoever did this to you.” You said as you found the knots holding her together.

Naturally this meant you were focused on freeing Maisie and failed to notice that the actress was attempting to speak. Being gagged for who knows how long meant Maisie’s mouth was dry and therefore her voice was barely more than a whisper. A whisper that you could not hear let alone notice until you heard a buzzing sound followed shortly after by Maisie moaning heavily. It didn’t take long for you to realize what was going on as you looked up to see Arya Stark herself having an orgasm.

The sound itself causing you to back away in fear that someone might come by and get the wrong opinion of the situation. After all your fingerprints were on the gag and on the rope when you tried to untie her meaning the coppers might well arrest you in order to keep Maisie’s public image clean. Though admittedly the sight of Arya Stark having an orgasm was certainly appealing to you at this moment as you could not help but continue watching the rare display of sexual pleasure before you.

It was certainly doing a number on your crotch as you resisted the urge to reach down and scratch that itch in favor of continuing to watch Maisie practically scream. Her body writhing in joy as though she was having a seizure rather than an orgasm from what you could only assume to be a vibrator underneath her clothes. Clothes that you now had a chance to actually look at as you noted that she wore rather casual clothing consisting of dark blue jeans, a jersey t-shirt, and black sneakers. If not for the fact that you were up close with the actress you might have just assumed she was some ordinary girl instead of Arya Stark herself.

Now you were just wondering what to do now as Maisie’s orgasm finally died down and she was allowed to actually breathe again.

Should you run while you still can or stay and figure out what’s going on?