I was searching with an "Arya" tag from GoT, and stumbled across this excerpt. But sadly I can't find the full version here because apparently that thread wasn't transferred to the new server.

Does anybody happen to have it? From what I looked up on webarchive, it was posted around the 7th of feb 2018 and was called "Red Wedding"

"Second part

The delirious mists settled over her mind like a dark veil. It was a horribly pitiful state of mind, Arya completely bereft of any control and agency over her senses as she swam through the gloomy darkness of hazy unconsciousness, utterly at the mercy of that Frey soldier. And yet…she'd rather be trapped in bottomless pits of darkness than to directly feel the fear and agony of his beating.

Still his fists were raining down on her occasionally, finding her flat chest or smooth belly or grimy face. Distantly she could feel them battering her, knocking her left and right and deeper into the mud beneath her frame, yet thankfully her heavy unconsciousness dulled most of the actual pain.

At least until that penetration.

Arya had never noticed his struggles at finding her entrance, at his cock probing against her exposed girlhood or fingers trying to spead her open for him. She never heard his hoot at seeing her bare, hareless slit, barely more than a thin, rosy straight line between her legs, so pure and innocent compared to his own throbbing erection, his tool spotted with flecks of wildly sprouting dark hair around his balls and groin.

But gods, did she feel the penetration. That hazy delirium in her head may have been enough to block out the pain of the beating, perhaps some sort of instinctive self-protection mechanism kicking in to shield her against the ruthless nature of his savage treatment. Yet it all crumbled in the face of tiny cunt being spearheaded open. In time he had found her hole, started to slowly drive into her. And the moment his cock had finally found some sort of grip on her entrance, all that remained was the sheer strength to force it inside.

A savage tearing sensation drove through her core, knocking Arya straight out of her daze. She gasped like a drowned woman, her voice thin and strained as her torso involuntarily bucked up, her head rising to see the horror of the man kneeling before her, of her tight cunt lips obscenely spreading around his erection.

The pain was blinding. She had to stop it, she had to resist! If somebody attacked you, you had to defend yourself, that was obvious!!

Pushing through the agony in her face and between her legs, Arya violently lashed out. Her countless hours of waterdancing training had made her athletic and flexible. Once she had been just a scrawny stick of a girl, but now her body had grown m"