Arya was close to the guards, close enough to count their faces in the fire's light, close enough to hear the seven young men bragging about their achievements, not close enough to feel the warmth of the fire bur close enough to smell the food they were cooking. Arya would have been happier if the woods had been thick enough to give her a few lines of trees between her and the guards at the side of the road. The bragging stopped for a moment and in the silence Arya heard the sound of trickling water and the smell of cooking became tinged with Ammonia, she was unlucky tonight, eight guards protected that stretch of the Kings Road, not seven, seven sitting by the fire blinded by the light of the fire and one standing against the rock face of the mountain taking a piss.

"Who goes there, state your business on the Kings Road!"

"A traveller heading for Kinks Landing sir."

One of the young men stood up from the fire and walked to the head of Arya's horse, Arya's hand rested on the grip of The Needle, seven men or eight, it meant little to Arya, she would kill them all with her thin sword.

The soldier held the bridle of her horse, "You look cold and hungry, the road from here on to the next post is dangerous, best travelled in the light..." Arya was making a quick plan, the needle into the eye socket of the young man holding the bridle of her horse, a left slice to take the head of the pissing soldier and then spur her horse on before the other six could react. "...rest here a while with us, we have meat to share, I caught four fat rabbits this afternoon and John is an excellent cook!"

'He looks so young, so innocent but he is a soldier, a member of Cersei Lannister's army. Not killing him could be a mistake but his name wasn't on her list, the tunic covering the young man's breastplate belongs to the house Tully. None of the eight men had golden ions rampant on a crimson shield so no one needed to die today!'

Arya slid down from her horse and was about to loosen the girth strap, "Leave that, go and sit by the fire, I'll sort your horse out, water it and feed it, you get warm by the fire."

It had been six years since anyone had taken care of Arya's horse for her, six years since she left Winterfell, her home in the north to live with her father in Kings Landing. She was offered her choice of the best cuts of meat, she tried to refuse but was reminded that she was their guest and courtesy demanded that the guest was treated first.

Small talk was made over the food and one of the guard's asked Arya if she was old enough to drink strong wine. She watched one soldier drink from a leather bag but another had a glass flagon. "How old do I have to be to drink strong wine?"

"You have to have had your red flower...are you married?"

"Don't worry, I've flowered and no one will come looking for me, my parents died before I became a woman so there was no one to marry me off after I flowered!"

The flagon of strong wine was handed over to Arya, she didn't rub her hand over the mouth of the bottle, she took two swallows from the bottle and passed it over to the man who had looked after her horse for her...that act caused a lot of grinning amongst the soldiers as they nudged each other in their ribs.

The man who drank after Arya was Dick, he was sixteen years old, it was the first time he had left his family home, he was the only unmarried man there and three of the other soldiers had children even though the oldest, Ben, was only eighteen years old. Dick was being prodded by his friends.

Ben was in charge and he said, "We should try and get a little sleep before the storm comes, four sleep and four stand watch...Dick should take first place by the fire!"

Dick was reluctant to take the space by the fire, that was Ben's place as the senior of the other men, he was in charge and he usually had first turn at everything but as it was Ben that was pushing the youngest in his squad to put his bedroll by the fire Dick did. Nothing was said to Arya, Dick removed his armour and slid under the blanket in just his linen gambeson, it was like a quilted shirt worn under armour that covered the wearer down to the tops of their legs. Arya was wearing a leather suit with a long blouse under; she unbuckled her leather suit and placed it at the side of Dick's blanket, laying it out carefully so that The Needle was close to where her hand would be as she slipped under Dick's blanket with him.

Because of the stiffness of Arya's leather suit it looked like three people were on the ground. Arya lay on her side looking at Dick as his seven friends jeered and derided her for slipping into Dick's bed with him, she looked at the side of his face as he lay on his back, she saw the terrified look on his face in the light from the fire. She whispered, "Are you a virgin Dick?"

His body stiffened as he nodded his head. "The thing is Dick, if you don't cover my body with yours, your friends will drag me out from under your blanket and they'll take turns at raping me, I'd rather just give myself to you, give my body to you all night long rather than have to fight seven men off!"

Arya could feel that David wanted to, her hand was on the outside of his quilted gambeson and she felt the bottom lift as his cock grew. Arya folded the front of Dick's thick protective shirt, it was difficult but Dick's gambeson had been made in two pieces to allow him to bend forward or sit comfortably, a gift from his mother and sister who had made it for him and their slight adaptation was now being used by Arya to get access to Dick's hard cock in the cold climate without risking him freezing to death. She rode him the way she rode her horse, slow and gentle but Dick still galloped off too fast.

The other seven soldiers spotted the fact that Dick had finished, Dick apologised to Arya as his cock slipped out of her body, Arya shrugged her shoulders, She'd tried, it wouldn't be her fault, the names of seven men not on her list would be expunged before dawn.

Dick turned onto his side, leaving Arya to her fate, she was grabbed by her upper arms and pulled over to another bedroll. Complaints were being made about it being too cold to undress totally, they didn't consider Arya's comfort though, she was stripped of her long blouse and held down by two men as the third, Ben, took his pleasure from her body.

Arya was struggling and fighting against the two men holding her down as she was fucked by the older man. She repeated his name over and over again under her breath until he filled her and rolled away, Ben took a hold of Arya's left arm so that the second man was free to take her. Now four men were standing over the fire, rubbing their hands together in the flames to warm their hands.

They all watched as Arya was raped by the second man and then the third and all the time Arya was fighting and struggling with the two holding her down. Ben waited until the third man had finished and then he made an executive decision, "No one is on the Kings Road for as far as we can see, you four all take her together, see if four cocks can break her spirit if they do her at the same time!"

"What will we say if anyone complains?"

"Well, she won't complain, she won't be saying anything to anybody. Once we've finished with here, well sell her off as a slave, sell her horse and split the money nine ways."

"Why nine? There are only eight of us!"

"I'll take two shares because I'm in charge."

The four men who should have been standing guard, men who should have been ready at a moment's notice to stop travellers and search them for contraband all removed their armour so all eight were now only protected by their gambesons.

Arya contemplated the situation. Do I need any more recreation? She asked herself...the answer was NO! Arya's right arm was released as the three men who had just fucked her ceded their place to their four friends. Arya's right hand gripped the pommel of The Needle, her arm swished right and left, one carefully judged pass dispatched all four of the men who hadn't fucked her but who were getting ready to fuck her. Arya had been kind to the four men who hadn't yet raped her, the other three men weren't so lucky. Arya Killed her fifth man with three cuts...three cuts but not a quick kill. She was leaving him to die in a lot of pain.

Ben was standing with his back to the scene, he would be last, he would die hard. Arya killed the sixth man, again, three slashes, again, no fast death. Ben had assumed that the gasping and grunting he could hear behind him as he poked at the fire and lifted a fresh log into the flames was Arya being raped hard, he turned with a grin on his face and, "Do her hard, teach her a lesson..." on his lips.

Arya looked like a thing of ridicule as she posed, totally naked, holding a thin bladed sword that looked little more than a dagger, he reached for his broad sword and yanked it from its scabbard to defend himself, he stared in disbelief at the death all around his camp.

"My name is Arya Stark, tremble before your killer and remember my name until you die!"

Arya dodged the sweep of Bens blade and she twisted her shoulder, one lateral sweep of The Needle, the tip of the sharp blade passed easily through Ben's gambeson and two inches deep into his stomach. "You'll probably die of the cold before you die from my cut but spend your last few hours wisely, make your peace with the old Gods and the new!"

Arya dressed, saddled her grey horse, mounted and left the guard's station as silently as the wind.

Dick was sleeping by the embers of what had been the camp fire, he felt a kick against his hip, he opened sleep filled eyes and saw a golden lion rampant on a crimson shield, he jumped to his feet and looked around him.

"What's happened here soldier?"

"I don't know sir! I was told to sleep and take the second watch."

Dick looked around again, "She's gone!"

"Who's gone soldier?"

"A young woman was passing through last night, she came from the woods, we gave her food and drink and...and she repaid my kindness in my bedroll. She thought that Ben and the others would rape her if I didn't look after her all night, she must have done this!"

"Who was she soldier?"

"I don't know sir, she was dressed in black leather with a white blouse and was riding a grey."

"Sir, the raven from castle Frey carried word of a young woman who has just killed all the men of the house of Frey, she was dressed as this soldier described."

There was a groan from the other side of the fire. A heavy boot rolled Ben onto his back, he looked dead but was hanging by a thread, he groaned, "It was Arya Stark, she told me brfore she attacked me."

One of the patrol took a water bottle from his saddle, "Don't, he's dead anyway, giving him water will just increase his pain before he dies.

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