A Girl Has No Name
Chapter 2
Arya waved her bowl at people as they passed by. She was back to begging again. "Please, sir. Could you spare a coin? Even just a copper?" She pleaded as people passed her by. A man glanced at her and scowled, muttering something in a tongue she didn't understand before pushing past her. She turned hopeful eyes on another passerby, well dressed in expensive clothing, she hoped he would give her something. Surely, he could spare a coin or two.
He stopped and said something in Braavosi, glancing at her expectantly but when she didn't understand he shoved her aside and continued walking. Arya slumped to the ground exhausted and miserable.
Four days had passed since she had last eaten and even that was only a morsal, barely enough to fill her stomach for more than a few hours. And before that, it had been three days. She was starving again and the pains in her empty stomach were becoming more frequent as time went on. Her mind drifted back to that day, remembering how wonderful that bread had tasted, how refreshing the water was.
But then she remembered what she had been forced to do to get it. She had had to lower herself to the unthinkable. Using her mouth in such a way as that. It made her shudder with disgust. "I'm not a whore. It was just a one-time thing. The hunger forced my hand. I'm not a whore." She thought to herself over and over.
The hunger was back again. Even stronger this time. Her stomach rumbled again, sending hunger pains lancing through her. She choked back a sob knowing what she would have to do to get food. The baker had smirked as he eyed her while she begged for coin on Ragman's harbor. She'd had no luck getting any coin, and he knew it. He'd grinned lecherously and pointed to his groin whenever he knew she was looking in his direction.
Desperate for food and knowing that she had no other choice, she stood up, and preparing herself for what she was about to endure, she crept across the dock, heading towards the baker. Her shoulders were slumped, and she was filled with shame, but she was too hungry and weak to hold out any longer.
"What did honor matter in the face of ravenous hunger?"
"What do you want, girl?" The baker said with a leer as his customer left having bought a loaf of bread that smelled so delicious it made Arya's mouth water. Staring at the bread on the stall with a look of utter longing, she realized the man had grown impatient and was staring pointedly at her, a deep scowl marring his ugly features.
"I don't have all day girl." The baker snapped.
"Please, sir. C-could you spare some bread and water?" She asked, her looking up at him with pleading eyes. Her stomach gave a loud rumble, and she knew he could hear it judging by the look on his face.
"Three coppers, girl." He said expectantly.
"I-I don't have any money." Arya replied back, her voice cracking.
"Then how do you expect to pay for it? I don't give my wares away for nothing, girl." The baker said, smirking.
Resigning herself to her fate no matter how much she wished she could avoid it, she spoke the words she knew he wanted to hear, shame filling her at the knowledge of what was soon to come. "I…, I'll do it again, sir." She said looking at her feet since she was unable to meet his gaze.
"It? What is it? You'll have to be more specific girl and look me in the eye while you're talking to me," the baker said, clearly enjoying her suffering.
Shuddering and barely suppressing a sob, Arya slowly raised her head and forced herself to meet his gaze. "I'll suck your cock again, sir." She forced herself to say the words. "I'm not a whore. It's only for food and water. Whores sell their bodies for coin. I just want something to eat, so it's not really the same. Besides, it's just my mouth." She tried to reassure herself but deep down she knew she was deluding herself.
With a lecherous grin, the baker closed up his stall and led the way to the same alley as before. Stopping in the middle of the alley, he pointed to the spot in front of him. "Get on your knees, cunt." He spoke briskly.
Arya followed him into the alley and took a deep breath as she dropped to her knees in front of him. With a shuddering breath she reached up with shaking hands and began unlacing his trousers. They fell down his hips and pooled around his knees as his cock, hairy and leaking a clear fluid from the tip, stood erect in front of her face.
She leaned forward, taking him once more into her mouth. The taste was as bad as before and the smell, somehow managed to get worse, but she forced herself to focus on her task. She sucked on his tip as her tongue teased and swiped at him. She gagged but remained calm and persevered. The baker's hands gripped her head, shoving her head forcefully down into his groin. He moaned in pleasure as he began thrusting in and out of her mouth.
Arya tried to push against his thighs, but it was useless. She couldn't escape his firm grip. The dirty hairs poking against her nose irritated her senses, and the smell of his unwashed body and the rough thrusting of his cock into her mouth made it hard to breathe. Her eyes were watering, and she prayed for it to end. Suddenly, to her shock and relief, the baker pulled out of her mouth.
She looked up at him, spittle drooling from her widely parted lips as one of his large, beefy hands tangled in her hair. His other hand pumped his cock furiously as he aimed it at her face. Suddenly, seconds before it happened, she realized his intent. To her horror and disgust, his cock swelled then erupted before her eyes. His seed shot out from the tip in a series of thick spurts, landing on her face and in hair.
He let her go with a sigh of content and Arya fell to the ground sobbing in shame and self-loathing as the baker pulled his trousers up. "When you're done weeping, cunt, you can have your bread and water." He said without looking back as he walked back to his stall.
To Be Continued.