The Real Ser

"What is the meaning of this? Who is this girl?" Came a booming voice. It belonged to an older man, gruff and muscular. His face was well-worn. The stubble across his chin and the hair atop his head both showed a little grey.

"Said she's Arya Stark. Don't dress like no lady, though." The younger man said quietly.

"And what would a lady be doing fucking some squire, huh? What sorta trick you pull, boy?"

Squire? No, it couldn't be, Arya thought. How could she have been so stupid. She grabbed for her clothes but before she could a gloved hand grabbed her forearm firmly.

"Now you tell me who in Seven hell's you are?" The older knight spoke gruffly.

Arya panicked. She fumbled for the right words but nothing seemed to make any sense. A squire?!

"Please, ser. Just a whore. It's no fault of his," she hoped that would be the end of it. They'd have to let her leave, and her father... her father would be none the wiser.

"You liar!" the squire hissed.

"Shut-up, boy. She say's she's a whore, well, we'll treat her like one. My turn, it seems." The knight took a longing look at Arya's naked, petite body as he began to unbuckle his trousers.

No, this couldn't be happening, Arya thought. Her heart raced. The squire's cum still dribbled down her tits and now the knight stood before her with his own cock in hand. There seemed no escape.

It was smaller than the squire's and Arya had no trouble taking him in her mouth. He groaned and cursed under his breath as the squire stood awkwardly to the side. Arya tasted sweat. She closed her eyes hard and imagined she was somewhere else.

Then there were four hands on her body. One on her breasts, another at her hip, one gripping her ass and another lightly playing with her pussy.

"You've had your turn, you shit." The knight began to argue. He grabbed Arya by the waist and threw her onto the bed. She lay on her back as the older man positioned himself between her legs. And then he was in her. She lay still, enduring the old knight's rhythmic thrusts. His cock rubbed against her lips but she felt nothing but resentment.

Then the squire was there, too, standing beside the bed with his dick in hand. He guided it to Arya's lips but she kept her mouth sealed tight. Until the old knight gave her a resounding slap across the face. She turned and took the squire's cock inside her mouth. He wasn't as hard as before and the salty taste of cum still lingered. She tried to take them both, the squire pumping in and out of her mouth and the older knight lazily fucking her tight pussy.

"You like that, slut?" The squire asked in an insolent tone. Arya kept her mouth around his cock, not saying a word. She couldn't believe how full she felt. It was like nothing before.

Her attention was drawn from the squire's cock in her mouth to the knight and his hairy chest. He was sweating now and it glistened in his graying hair. She watched as his eyes shut hard and a pained look came across this face. He grunted once, then again, and Arya felt his load deep inside her. He slumped to the side in a heap.

Seeing his master spent sent a thrill down the squire's spine and soon his own climax was upon him. He pulled his cock from her mouth and shot load after load across her beautiful face - across her cheek, along the bridge of her nose, in her eye. It clung to her thick eyebrows as Arya kept her eyelids glued shut.

A hearty laugh filled the room, broken only by the exhausted panting of the two spent men. The knight's strong, hairy chest rose and fell with each raspy breath. "You did good, whore."

Arya fumed. She grabbed her clothes from the pile on the floor. Wiping the cum from her face with the coarse fabric of her tunic, she put her pants on and made for the door in a flash.

"Hey! Don't you want your coin?" Was the last thing she heard as she disappeared from the room, tears welling in her eyes.