Once again, Arya found herself kneeling in the middle of the dirty alley on the edge of Ragman's Harbor. Reaching up to unlace the man's breeches, she pulled them down, freeing his cock that now stood erect, directly in front of her face. It was long and thick, an angry purple color. It was cut and covered in pulsing veins with clear liquid leaking from the fat mushroom tip.

The man was getting impatient with her, so she quickly took him into her mouth, sucking gently on the head. Her tongue swirled and teased its way around his tip as she lowered her mouth further down his length, taking more of him into her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, and the man let out a pleasure-filled groan to praise her efforts as his hands gripped her head.

By now, Arya had become an expert cock sucker, having spent the last two weeks on her knees with dozens of cocks passing her lips, choking her as their owners found pleasure in her mouth. At four coppers per customer, she reckoned that she sucked at least sixty different cocks over the last two weeks, and her purse was fat with the coin she had earned by kneeling in the dirt.

But it wasn't nearly enough to buy passage on a ship to Westeros. She had overheard some sailors from Westeros saying that a bastard named Jon Snow had retaken Winterfell and the North for House Stark. She was desperately trying to get enough coin to get home. But that would take silver and plenty of it. At least 20 silver coins; at most, she had earned herself two or three coins from her customers.

While men were willing to pay her for the use of her mouth, they would only pay so much. What they really wanted and had asked for on more than one occasion was the hole between her thighs. More than one of these lecherous men had expressed a desire to 'shoot a bastard into her belly," he said with a smile.

Arya was so far unwilling to sell her other holes. That was a step she was not yet willing to take. While selling her mouth, she could pretend she was still pure and untouched where it truly mattered. She could still be innocent, although after swallowing so many loads of cum from strange, filthy, and smelly cocks in an alley, how innocent could she really be?

Arya was pulled from her thoughts by the man's grip tightening on her head as he thrust urgently between her lips, his cock swelling and spewing his putrid cum across her tongue. She made a face but swallowed regardless of the unpleasant taste of his seed, her eyes looking up at him as his grip loosened on her head.

Arya pulled her mouth off his cock with a soft plop and a forced smile. "Mmm, that was yummy, sir." She cooed, hoping to flatter him. Some of her customers liked that sort of thing and off became regulars. The man adjusted himself and stuffed his cock back into his trousers before lacing them up as she climbed to her feet. She was about to turn and leave the alley when a sound from behind her made her turn before everything went dark.

Arya woke up later and found herself in a darkened room with no windows. The only light came from under the doorway of the room. Standing awkwardly, she let her eyes adjust and crossed the room, pushing on the door. It opened easily, and when she left the room, she was startled at what she saw. She was currently in what she realized was a brothel if the sounds of pleasured moans and cries were any indication.

Looking around carefully, she tried to creep towards the door and escape when a heavy hand clamped down on her shoulder and spun her around. A tall man with a large build and heavy gut stared at her. Looking up at his face, she realized he was her most recent client. The last man she had sucked in the alleyway on Ragman's harbor.

"Where do you think you're going, Girl?" He asked with a menacing voice.

"I'm leaving here," Arya stubbornly said and tried to pull away only for the grip on her shoulder to tighten as the man dragged her further into the brothel where a group of men stood waiting and staring eagerly at her. As she was dragged closer to them, they started undressing, and Arya began to panic.

"Here you go, boys. A fresh one, just as I promised," The man said, catching a purse of coins one of the men threw at him before turning and walking away. The men surrounded her, and one drew a sharp knife. Arya flinched, terrified that he was going to kill her, but to her surprise, he merely used it to shred her clothing, leaving her standing naked in the room. The men dragged her to the bed in the room and threw her onto the mattress before climbing on beside her.

Arya struggled, but three of them held her down as the fourth man roughly yanked her legs open and moved between her thighs. He was old and bald with rotten teeth and covered in coarse grey hair as he rubbed the head of his hard cock against her virgin core. With a grunt, he shoved himself roughly into her a little at a time.

Arya bit her lip, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing her scream and beg them to stop. The pain was unbearable, and she was sure the man was tearing her apart. Tears clouded her vision, but she could still see the ugly man on top of her. She could still feel him moving inside her. Could still hear him grunting and moaning. The smell of his sour breath as he lay on top of her made her gag. He was heavy, and she struggled to breathe.

It was all too much to bear. Arya closed her eyes tightly, desperately trying to will herself away inside her own mind. It seemed to work, or so she supposed. When she came back to herself a short time later, all four men were standing by the bed getting dressed. She had survived the ordeal, but she realized that while she had been out of it, all four of them had been inside her. Thrusting, moaning, panting. Flooding her with their seed if the wetness on her thighs was any indication. They left, and she tried to stand, but the stinging pain between her legs made her wince, and she fell back onto the bed, shocked by it.

Just then, a woman came into the room carrying a bowl of water and a rag. To her surprise, the woman began to clean her up before leaving the room. Arya thanked the gods that it was over and she could leave here and go back to the place near Ragman's harbor that she had been sleeping in when the door opened, and another man entered. She swallowed nervously as the man ignored her while he began to undress.

Suddenly, it all became clear. They weren't going to let her go. The woman was simply cleaning her up for her next customer.

TBC