She's dragged and taken by the stranger

Her bowl is knocked out of her hands and her arm is yanked by that person.

"Wh-what are you doing? Who's that?" She demanded, sounding more frightened than she'd hoped. Not getting a response was equally unsettling for the blind girl. She was about to scream for help when her mouth was muffled by her assailant's forearm. She bit him with all her strength in response, but the thick cloth prevented her from causing pain.

She flailed and flailed, but only made herself tired. Tears started forming on the corner of her eyes as Arya realized that with her petite and malnourished body she had no hope of stopping the man that immobilized her. She was too tired and weak to fight and so let the stranger drag her where he wanted.

Her skin felt the warmth of the sun dwindle, she was being brought to a shaded area. The Stark then got pinned against a wall, it was cold and humid. She felt his brawny hand slip underneath her trousers, touching her sex. Confusion went trough her head. What kind of man could desire her in such a wretched state? A moan escaped in his arm. Even underneath all the dirt and grime, she was still sensitive down there. Her juices were already soaking her crotch.

Arya almost whimpered when he pulled his hands out, comforted by the feeling of the cool morning breeze on her now bare ass. Her womanhood tingled in anticipation, the first time someone that desired her and wasn't a dog. Less romantic than when she fantasized with her brother, but real nonetheless.

She felt the tip of his cock tease her entrance before it went all the way inside. She again moaned. His strong and wild thrusts were raping the entrance of her womb, as they had easily reached her core. The beggar recalled that not even the dogs had been so unrelenting at ravaging her body.

Surely enough the one penetrating her was man, not beast, but it felt like a direwolf was mounting her. And the way her body was reacting, she'd happily play her part as the female in heat. He'd seemed to know that as well, given that he wasn't muffling her anymore.

"P-Pleaaaah... aah... m-mast..." Another moan cut her off. Was I about to call him master? Arya asked mentally. The truth that it felt too good to be dominated like that. The jolts of pleasure that shocked her being revealed something to her. That the body the gods had given her was made for this purpose, it felt absolutely right.

The blind Stark didn't care if the stranger was Braavosi, Dothraki or even a slave from Astapor, she would now serve her master however he pleased. Just when that thought crossed her mind, the man started to pick up his pace. His cock throbbed inside of her, she felt his seed spread inside her womb. Forced to take every single drop of the manly juices he pumped into her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she was now panting like a bitch.

Arya didn't know when she had gone limp, only that she'd been repeating the mantra of when she served at the House of Black and White before passing out: a girl has no name, a girl has no name, a girl has no name, a bitch has no name, a bitch has no name...