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The Mad Lion and the Wolf Bitch	By : ArizonaIceT Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 47466 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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King’s Landing certainly wasn’t the north. For one, it smelled like shit Arya decided. The weather was too warm for her liking. There was nowhere close for her to ride a horse and enjoy nature. Her brothers weren’t there. Her sister Sansa was still being a right cunt to her. Problem after problem.

Then of course there was Joffrey. The prince that had used her like a common whore. She should be mad. She should be furious. What right did he have to treat her like he did. Prince or not, what happened on the Kingsroad would be deemed unacceptable, maybe even a crime if she told anyone.

Yet she didn’t tell anyone.

Partially because she knew if it was her word against his, he’d win every time. He was an expert liar, and besides that, no one wanted to cross the Lannisters. But there was something else. Was it shame? Embarrassment? She was sure that was it. At least PART of it.

There was one saving grace in all of this. Her father. While he was busy all the time, and there were entire days where she wouldn’t see him, when she did, he tried his best to make her happy, and convince her that all was not dire in King’s Landing. She didn’t believe him of course, but she at least appreciated the effort. But what she really appreciated, was the gift he gave her so that she would drive herself mad. Sword lessons.

Arya had always been interested in swordplay, but anything she had learned had been from her brother or just from practicing herself. Her mother flat out refused to allow her to receive lessons in Winterfell. And naturally her father wouldn’t dare contradict her mother….when she was around.

Syrio Forel had to be the most interesting man Arya had ever met. Charming, wordly, and skilled. He didn’t treat Arya like a child. She was his student, and he did call her “girl” all the time, but he clearly respected her, and her efforts to master the blade. His lessons weren’t easy, but Arya felt herself grow more skilled everyday. While her lessons with Syrio were mid day, Arya often found herself practicing independently all throughout. Syrio gave her some rather unorthodox assignments to help her become better. Walking around on her toes, trying to catch stray cats, balancing books on her head, things she could do around the castle whenever she was free.

One particular knight, Arya decided to get a session in. She grabbed her training sword and headed to her usual practice spot. After doing some stretches she began her drills. Flowing, fighting, dancing. It had only been 2 weeks but she felt faster and more flexible than she ever did before. She was starting to break a sweat but kept going. In these moments alone, she forgot where she was. She forgot she was in a city that smelt like shit. She forgot she missed her brothers. She forgot her sister glared daggers at her whenever they were together. She was actually content.

“What in the gods are you doing?”

And just like that, it came crashing down.

Jofffrey. This is exactly what she didn’t need right now. She was thrown off her rhythm.

“Go away Joffrey” She said, restarting her routine. She wouldn’t look at him, she wouldn’t give him that.

“What are you doing?” He repeated, stepping closer

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m practicing sword fighting”

“Ha! Swordfighting? It looks like you’re dancing. Which makes sense. Girls can’t sword figh-“

Before he can finish his thought, Arya spins and closes the distance between them. She puts the tip of her practice sword at Joffrey’s throat, pushing him back slightly. Instinctively his hands go up in a current position.

“Don’t mistake me Joffrey. I’m no butcher's boy” She says smirking. Joffrey pushes the practice blade out of his face, which was red from embarrassment and his rising anger.

“No, I suppose you’re not a butcher boy. Doubt a butcher's boy could suck cock like you.” He said with a scowl. It was Arya’s turn to go red in the face. She had successfully managed to avoid Joffrey these past weeks. Though she would feel his eyes on her often, she never allowed herself to be cornered by him; dragged into another confrontation. Until now that is.

“Fuck you, Joffrey.” She said, jabbing the tip of her practice sword into his chest.

Wrong move. Quickly, he grabbed the sword, and pulled hard to one side, causing Arya to stumble forwards. Syrio would be disappointed if he saw her now, allowing herself to be thrown off balance so easily, both physically and mentally. Joffrey caught her, arm snaking around her hip, pulling her flush against his torso.

“It’s a compliment.” He sneered. He let his hand wander, sneaking to Arya’s backside. He gave her ass a quick squeeze, causing Arya to gasp.

He sure did love her ass. She glared up at him as he fondled her, squeezing her cheeks through her tight pants. She tried to pull back but his grasp was firm.

“Get your hand off of me.” She demanded as she squirmed in his grasp. Bad move, as it caused her chest to rub against his. She didn’t wear binding while practicing, not that she had much to bind anyway. She felt her nipples harden as they rubbed against the fabric of her shirt. She hoped Joffrey wouldn’t notice.

“And why should I? You didn’t have any complaints rubbing yourself against me earlier. Or taking my manhood down your throat. For emphasis, Joffrey gave her right cheek a light smack, and ran her other hand up over her throat. Arya swallowed, as she stared into his predatory eyes. Joffrey allowed his hand to travel upwards more, over her chin until his fingers were at her lips. He pressed his thumb against her mouth, silently demanding entry. Slowly she parted her lips, allowing the digit to slide in. She gave it a gentle suck. Joffrey looked genuinely surprised at her compliance, and smiled widely.

“That’s a good gi-OH!” He yelled, as Arya’s teeth came crashing down on his thumb. Yelling, he pushed her back hard, causing her to tumble ungracefully onto the stone floor.

Joffrey looked at his thumb, now as red as his seething face.

“You’re going to fucking pay for that girl.”

Joffrey snatched up the practice sword that had fallen out of Arya’s hand and marched over to the prone girl. Arya rolled over to her stomach, trying to push herself up into her knees. Suddenly something was on the back of her head, pushing her face back down to the floor. It was Joffrey’s boot. He stood over her, pinning her down to the ground with his foot; Not enough pressure to hurt or do any permanent damage, but enough where she wasn’t going anywhere, despite how she struggled, ass sticking in the air.

“Get the fuck off me!” She screamed, trying to get up to no avail.

*CRACK!*

Arya’s eyes went wide as she let out a yelp, Joffrey just spanked her with her own practice sword.

“What do you think you’re-”

“Be quiet” He said in a deadly serious tone. Despite herself, Arya found herself complying. Arya turned her head under his boot, neck and eyes craning to get a look at him. He was staring down at her, eyes full of anger, and something else. Never taking his foot off of her head, Joffrey squats down and grabs the waist of Arya’s pants. With a hard tug, he pulls them down over her hips, exposing her bare ass to the cool night air.

Now Arya REALLY began to struggle. She was panicking. She made a mistake. She should’ve known that Joffrey was capable of terrible things. He was a Lannister. And now he was going to rape her. All because she couldn’t stop herself. All because she wasn’t a good enough fighter. All-

“Relax. I’m not going to fuck you” He said, as if reading her thoughts. Arya felt herself relax a little at the declaration, but the anxiety came right back once she realized she had no idea what he was up to.

“I’m just going to punish you.” And with that, he brought the flat side of the practice sword to Arya’s now exposed ass.

*CRACK*

Arya’s bubble ass jiggled as the sword made contact, she yelped and jumped as much as she could with the boot on her.

“J-Joffrey, you can’t-“

*CRACK*

This time Arya let out a full sob.

“Count” Joffrey said simply.

“W-What?”

*CRACK*

“Count” He repeated.

“F-Four” she sobbed out.

*CRACK*

“No. Start from one”

“O-one…”

Arya let her tears flow freely. Her body was trembling. Once again, she found herself in a scenario she never could’ve expected. Face being pushed into the dirty floor, while Joffrey flogged her backside. And just like the other times, Arya was disgusted in herself for finding pleasure in it. At the river bank when he forced his mouth onto hers and groped her freely, when Joffrey fucked her throat without a care in the world, and now, as spanked her bare ass, Arya felt the heat in the pit of her stomach grow and grow. Wetness dripped down her leg. At first she thought she pissed herself, but soon she realized it was her own slickness. This was making her wet.

*CRACK*

Arya sobbed and kept count. Her ass and her pussy were on fire. Arya couldn’t see, but no doubt her ass was as red as could be. Her sobs began turning into moans as Joffrey continued his relentless assault.

*CRACK*

Arya was reaching her limit. Her pussy was completely drenched. Even without direct contact, she felt herself dripping all over the place. It was impossible for Joffrey to have not noticed, but he said nothing as he brought the sword down again and again
*CRACK*

“E-EEEEEEEEIIIIIGHT!”

That last strike sent her over the edge. Arya had never orgasmed before. She, like every curious girl, had explored themselves, but Arya never brought herself to competition. And now here she was, cumming and squirting for a boy she hated, as he spanked her. Her hips shook and trembled as she rode out her orgasm. She moaned loudly into the floor, trying to stifle her voice.

Once the waves of pleasure subsided, Arya rolled onto her back to catch her breath. Joffrey stared down at her, with a smug smile on her face.

Wait.

She was on her back. Joffrey hadn’t had his boot on her head anymore. In fact, Joffrey removed his boot from her about halfway through, but Arya never moved from the position. SHE freely allowed Joffrey to spank and humiliate her. She was shaken from her thoughts with a simple statement.

“Good girl.”

Arya’s eyes widened and looked at Joffrey’s face, looking for deception. All he did was smile slightly.

“Good girl. You did so well. You took your punishment so well.”

Arya was feeling light headed. She should’ve pulled her pants up and scrambled away, all she could do was sit there, entranced by his praise. She liked hearing it.

“Do you want to come again?”

Before she could stop herself, Arya nodded her head. God she felt pathetic.

“Use your words”

“Y-yes I want to…do that again”

“You want to come again. Say it” He demanded.

Steeling herself, she ground out “Yes I want to cum again.”

Joffrey roughly grabbed her by one of her arms and dragged her to her feet. She almost stumbled over her pants around her knees. He presses her back to a wall, tapping her there with his body.

“Take your pants all the way off.” He orders.

Arya looks at him for a second, before bending over to drag her pants down. She undoes her boots and kicks them off, before fully removing her pants. Now completely bottomless, she stares at him, unsure what to do next.

“Spread your legs apart.”

Arya does so. She feels like she’s being trained, following Joffrey’s commands like she did Syrio’s. Gods, she didn’t want to ruin practice for herself by thinking about this. She’s pulled out of her thoughts, by the feeling of Joffrey’s thigh going between her legs.

“Oh!” She squeaks out, surprised. Joffrey is taller than Arya, so when he forces his thigh between her legs, she has to go onto her toes. Just like practice. She instinctively grabs onto his shoulders for support.

“Rub yourself against me. Like you did before.”

Just like everything, it all leads back to King’s Road. Arya had unconsciously rubbed herself against Joffrey during their heated kiss, but now she was very aware of what was happening, and the fact that she was being ordered by Joffrey to do so. And yet, she couldn’t deny him.

Slowly, she began rocking her hips, rubbing her exposed pussy against Joffrey’s pants covered leg. The friction felt strange against the fabric of his pants, but she couldn’t;t deny that it felt amazing. She moaned softly, trying to make it so Joffrey didn’t hear her.

He of course did, being only inches away from her face. He grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. She never stopped moving her hips as she stared at him.

“Look at you. Wild at first, but with a little discipline you can be tamed like any bitch.”

Arya barred her teeth at him as she ground her hips faster. A sizable wet spot appeared on Joffrey’s fine pants. They probably wouldn’t be wearable again, but at the moment he couldn’t care less.

“Look at you go. Look at you. Rutting like a whore. MY whore”

Arya let a moan escape from her lips. Joffrey took the opportunity and captured her mouth with his. Arya moaned into the kiss as she continued to grind her cunt against Joffrey. She pulled back gasping.

“Oh gods…oh fuck…I’m going to…i’m going to-“

“Go ahead. Let go. Cum” Joffrey whispered.

That was all it took. Arya’s body stiffened, and then spasmed violently. She legs shook. As she came, her juices sprayed all over Joffrey’s pant leg. He definitely wouldn’t be able to wear those again.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck” She mumbled as she road out her orgasm. She was clutching Joffrey’s shoulders for dear life.

Joffrey to his credit stayed silent, so as to not ruin her ride. He watched her with hooded eyes as she spasmed against him.

After about a minute of convulsing, Arya’s body finally went limp. She was breathing heavily, a blush spread all across her face. Joffrey removed his leg from between hers. Arya hadn’t realized Joffrey’s leg was the only thing holding her up, and slides to her knees once he removes it. She looks up at him, her head still in a daze from her mind blowing orgasm. He smirks down at her.

“Wait 30 minutes after I leave before you do.”

Arya just nods her head.

“Good girl.” And with that, he turns his hells and walks away. He spares her one last glance over his shoulder, before he disappears into the castle.

Arya sits there on her knees, in a puddle of her own juices and looks up at the ceiling.

She was being trained. Just not in the way she envisioned.
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