greenlantern12

"Remember your training. Remember your training. Breathe. Breathe. Do not forget to fucking Breathe." He spoke in his head. At least he hoped it was in his head, any sign of fear could only extend the extent in which he was likely to suffer over the nights to come. Captured. He had been caught on the outskirts of Winterfell, the castle which he had been scouting for weeks. Carefully chosen by the Queen herself, gathering information was his only mission. Being caught was not part of the plan, and despite having done everything by the book, here he was. Naked and strapped down to a large metal rack in the dungeons of the normally freezing cold castle. The cell however, was surprisingly warm. A small log fire burned against one of the walls, and the rack itself was lit by several candle torches. He must have been there for days. In truth he had lost count. His only interaction with other people was in the 4 times a day he was untied by a hooded figure to relieve himself. How long would he have to wait for what he knew was coming? He knew the mind games from years of study, they were more often than not almost as effective as the torture itself. Breaking a body is easy, but a mind requires more intricate work. Just as his anticipation was beginning to die out, on what must have been at least the fifth day, he was finally greeted by his captor. He had expected the bastard Snow, or the so called "Queen in the North" after he had sworn at and threatened her at the end of his trial. But no, as the mysterious hooded figure did finally remove their hood, he was surprised to see the youngest Stark daughter Arya smiling down at him. A smug smile spread across her face as he struggled to come to terms with her surprising beauty. "Surprised to see me boy? Why, they not trust a girl with this job down south?" A clever question. One he saw right through, he was not about to confirm he was from the South. Rule one, give nothing away. "I have no idea what you are talking about. Untie me, this is a mistake." He spoke calmly and collectively. He knew that fear would only encourage the interrogator into believing they could break their captive. Arya simply smiled and pulled out a small knife, running the blade down the side of his cheek. Not enough to cut him, but enough to showcase how sharp it was. "I understand you were caught outside our walls, tell me who sent you and save yourself from hell." The Stark girl was surprisingly comfortable in such a position of power. Years on the road travelling with hardened warriors like the Hound and the Brotherhood Without Banners as well as her training as a faceless assassin had turned the once tomboyish young girl into a strong and intimidating young woman. The bound prisoner remained as calm as he could be with the knife pinned against his cheek. "I was lost. Your guards made a mistake. Let me go and I will forgive your error." She removed the blade from beside him and sat it down on the metal rusted tray which he had only just noticed. His heart rate instantly increased when he made eye contact with the tray and the various devices which were now visible. Standard tools which he had expected included various knives and sharp objects, a set of strong pliers which sent an array of horrific thoughts through his mind. A whip, some strong metal clamps and a long iron pole all gave him numerous ideas as to how he was going to be tormented while down here. But there were also other items which he couldn't piece together what their purpose was. Long feathers, a scrubbing brush and a fork. He couldn't understand why they were there, what use they would have in an interrogation. "You like my toys boy? I wonder which will make you talk?" Her hands grazed over the various items as he lay there breathing heavily. A wax candle sat on the edge of the tray, burning away as it lit up the area so he could see each item clearly. "I'll start of light. Not all torture requires pain, although you will feel a lot of it if you don't cooperate." She picked up the pair of feathers. Long stiff ones which looked to have been taken from a large bird. She ran them between her fingers as she sat by his side again. "I'll ask nicely, what's your name?" He looked up at the ceiling. Not replying or giving any signals to show nerves. He prepared himself not yet knowing what to expect. Once enough time had passed for her to get the message that his lack of reply was his given answer, he felt it. On both of his underarms, a tingling sensation as his tormentor began running the feather over both armpits slowly. "Whhhahht the hell ahhhre you doing? Whhahat is THISSSS hehehe?" He began to smirk as he shook a little on the rack. Trying to protect his body from the feathers, it was a useless effort as the Stark girl easily ran them over his underarms and down his sides. She would alternate between there and his chest, feathering around his nipples and up to his neck. "A new sensation for you I'm sure. Quite unbearable isn't it? What's your name boy? Tell me and I make this stop." Her voice was so calm. Soft, as she made her instructions clear. There was no sense of urgency about it either, as though she had all day to make him talk. "Hehehe gohh to hehhlll hehehe you heheeh shihhht!" Despite the giggling and embassment, this wasn't too bad. He was not about to be broken by such juvenile attempts. "Hell? That's an interesting choice of words, I'm afraid when I'm through with you you'll be begging me to send you to hell. It would be a mercy after what you are going to experience." She took the feathers away and rested them on the table. They still had their use, but she would save that for later. He watched on as she resumed the same ritual of browsing over her tools. Only this time she picked up something he hadn't previously considered one of the items on display. Lifting the wax candle, which he had assumed was only to light the table for his viewing, it was handled with care by the girl as she lifted it by his chest. "What's your name boy?" That same question. Not complicated, just simple. A key element in an interrogation, keep the dialogue simple. Offer your captive a simple way to end their suffering. Just answer one question and the torture stops. Again no response, he would not give her her satisfaction. She tilted the candle slightly to its side and then it hit him. He knew what she was doing now, and he watched first hand as it happened. As the drops fell on his chest and stomach he couldn't help but wince and scream a little as the hot wax melted onto his skin. It burned like hell, not unbearable but certainly not a pleasant experience. "AH ah what the fuck? Ahhh shit! Fuck! Fuck you ahh bitch!" She didn't respond. Just letting the drops continue on his upper body until he was covered in white patches of wax from the candle. "Your sensitive. I can see that hurt a bit, believe me that was a gentle form of torture. Tell me your name." She walked this time to his feet, taking the scrubbing brush with her and the candle too. "G... go fuck yourself whore!" There it was. The nerves and annoyance were beginning to creep in and although he hadn't talked, Arya was satisfied her efforts were working now that he'd snapped back at her. The burning sensation returned, this time more intense and on the sole of his left foot. She held the flame close to his sole, not touching but he could definitely feel the heat. "AH AH FUCK AH SHIT! AHHH FUCKING STOP!" He screamed moderately loud as he looked down at his foot and the flame next to it. She was slowly edging it closer so the heat would grow more intense. "Your name boy. Don't make this harder than it has to be." Again, that soft tone made it seem as though this was casual, like she was not using unbearable methods to make him talk. The flame lightly touched his sole, she made sure it would not leave any marks as she didn't want to ruin the other plans she had for his well kept feet. "AHHH AH FUCK FINE FINE AHHH THOMAS! AHH MY NAME IS THOMAS FUCKING STOP!" He screamed, the flame was getting unbearable as he felt the burning go beyond his limits. It was only a name, he felt he could give that away at least. She smiled and set the candle back on the table. Satisfied to have her first breakthrough she took a seat again by his feet patting the soles softly. "There, not so hard was it? Now if you keep cooperating then things won't have to get messy. But I warn you, a continuous lack of answers will make that candle seem like child's play." She examined his sole to make sure no marks were left by mistake. But his foot was in good condition, clearly he was not used to the battlefront as he had few calluses on his feet. "Now, which Queen do you serve?" Arya had no doubt he was from the South. And a short meeting with Varys had all but confirmed this with "The Spider" identifying him as someone he had seen Cersei converse with previously. This helped narrow down his age, making him in his late teens and probably ages with his now torturer. He was old enough that she didn't feel bad for torturing him, yet inexperienced enough to make her confident he would talk. "I serve no Queen. I'm a free man, I have no interest in who rules the Seven Kingdoms." Arya gave no response other than to take the scrubbing brush and run it fast across his right sole. The reaction was instant, a sharp gasp and a howling of loud laughter. She had uncovered a sweet spot for sure. "PFFFT HAHAHAHAH NAHAHAHA WHAHAHT THE FUCHHHHCK STOHHHP IM TELLING THE THRRUTHHH HAAHAHAH NAHAHAH" His tormentor simply hummed to herself as she worked the fine bristles over his sole. Preforming ticklish little circles around the balls of his feet and the heels. "Your lying boy. I don't take kindly to lies. Who do you serve?" She couldn't surpress her lips curling into a grimace as she heard his laughter go up an octive when she scrubbed underneath his toes. "HAHAHAHA NOBODY HAHAHAH I SWEAHHHR AHAHAHAH PLEASE MY LAHHHDY NOT THE TOESHSHSHS HAHAHHA STOHHHP HAHAHAH" This was unbearable. He couldn't believe something so trivial could be so torturous, to some extent he was almost hoping for more pain if it meant an end to the brush under his toes. "Lies. Lies and more lies. That simply won't do, I can't begin until we have cleared the air. Now who do you serve?!" She repeated the process on his left foot now, targeting the areas she had noted as his weak spots from his other foot. She explored his pale soles, and under his wiggling toes as his laughter grew into desperate shrieks. "MAHAHAHA NOHHHO NO PLEASE HAHHAAH NOHHHOO HAHAHHAA OK OK HAHAHAH QUEEEN CERSEI HHAHAHA QUUUUEEEN CERSEI HAHAHAAH I BEG! PLEASE PLEASE STOP!" Arya stopped her scrubbing, holding the bristles still on his sole as she let him catch his breath. She was relieved that this was working, when she had been asked by Daeneyrys herself to be the one to garner the information she had taken it upon herself to ensure that it was a role she could be trusted with again. "Queen Cersei? And what exactly did she ask of you boy?" He whimpered as he caught his breath, looking down at the brush which was still held still against his sole. He had already instinctively curled down his toes, knowing that at any second she could inflict more of that horrendous scrubbing on his hypersensitive foot. "I was asked to spy on the castle, get numbers. How many men, weaknesses in defences, anything that could help her when she..." He stopped himself short of going too far. Yes, he feared the brush now. But he knew the punishment for treason, if Cersei knew of his betrayal he would surely be killed. "When she what boy? What does she plan on doing?" No answer. He bit his tongue, he couldn't sell his life like this. Before he could prepare himself she began to scrub again, this time adding a second on his other foot. The howling that followed could be heard through the cells of the castle. "NAHAHAHAHA NOHHHO PLEASE NHAHAHAHAA HAHAHAHA FUHHHCHCK HAHAHAH NOHHH YOU CANT HAHAHA PLEAHHHSE NOHOOHHH HAHAHAA OHAHAHAH FUCKING STOP!" Arya was ruthless, finding his sensitive areas and exploiting them to her advantage. She knew this was barely scratching the surface of the torture she could inflict on him and she was certain he would talk. There was no need to rush things, slowly extracting the information made it more fun for her. "Tell me her plans boy, tell me and I can make this stop." And tell her he most certainly did, he would take his chances with the Queen. Anything to get that brush off. "HAHAHA OK OK HAHAHA ILL TALK HHHAAH ILL TALK JUHHHST STOHHHHHHPPP PLEASE PLEASE ILL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!' He spilled every detail of her plan to the young wolf. Her plan to march on Winterfell following their battle with the dead, how she hoped to hit them at their weakest point. Once satisfied he had spilled enough Arya set the brushes back down on the table. She watched him wince as his eyes did their usual scanning of the remaining tools. "Calm yourself boy. We won't be using any more of these at the moment. No, your reactions have peaked my curiosity." She let her hands graze his inner thighs and run over his exposed crotch. Shamefully, despite being in a state of torment he had gotten rather aroused by the girl's hand on his body. "Now if you know of Cersei's plans then it's afe to assume she trusts you. Your clearly no common foot soldier, you have no noticeable battle scars and your skin is about as soft as my sister's." She let her fingers stroke up his shaft as he gasped and tried to surpress a moan. He had never been with a woman, he was a respectable young man not taking any interest in the brothels at Kings Landing while simultaneously never finding enough time to meet a suitable spouse. "Who are you to her boy? Relative? Trusted family friend?" She continued to slowly stroke his member until it was fully erect, before playing with it some more. "I... I am nobody my lady... just... just a soldier." Arya stopped her pleasurable teasing and stradled his waist. Sitting on his hips she rested both feet wither side of his head. She still wore her black leather boots which accompanied her tight fitting conservative outfit. She unstrapped both boots ands slowly pulled them off from her bare feet. Arya's feet were as pale as she was, and while they were not pristine in terms of cleanliness they were not as rough as the years on the road may have suggested they would be. It was very obvious they were feminine soles, with high arches and long toes. The boy couldn't deny they were pretty, as far as feet went. His eyes catching with the slender shape of the small feet. The smell was as expected given she had was barefoot under her leather boots, but it wasn't a smell that he was disgusted by, nor one that would bring the lady any shame as it was not obviously noticeable. "You like my feet boy? I could be nice to you with them... or not. That all depends on you..." She pressed the toes of her right foot to his lips letting him feel the warmth and slight damp of her feet against his skin. He tried hard to again surpess a moan as his eyes narrowed looking down at the foot. "Kiss them boy... show your new lady some respect." He wanted to for sure, his pulsating cock made that very clear. But he served Queen Cersei, showing such affection to a sworn enemy would break every moral vow he had ever taken. He kept his lips clenched shut as he turned his head away from her foot in both shame and defiance. Arya simply smiled as she shuffled down the rack so that her feet were now in line with his exposed crotch. An area she knew from her research was particularly key when torturing a man. An area that could be subject to both excruciating pain and immeasurable pleasure. "I understand. You don't wish to submit yet, plenty of time for that. But I do think you want this though... dont you?" She let his fully erect shaft rest between the centre of her pale feet, the warmth of his aroused member matching the warmth of her slightly sweaty soles as she began to slowly pleasure him with her feet. "Its good isn't it? I bet you've never done this before have you?" He shook his head as he looked down at the girl, unable to fight it any more he moaned softly to himself as he clenched his fists. "I told you, I can be kind with my feet. But I need to know, who are you to Cersei?" She held her feet still again, halting his pleasure as he let out a slight protest "no please don't stop." He said as he looked down at her. "I... I told you my lady... im just a soldier... nothing more. Please I need it..." Arya's soft touch changed instantly following his obvious lie. She pressed the ball of her left foot down hard on his balls causing him to yelp loudly in pain. "AHHH AHH FUCK NO PLEASE AHHH!' She grew angry for the first time during the process. Demanding he be honest as she twisted her foot harder over his balls. "Stop lying! Tell me who you are!" "AHHH FUCK FUXK FINE FINE PLEASE AHHH THOMAS LANTELL AHH THOMAS LANTELL! THATS MY NAME PLEASE STOP!" She continued, knowing he was at breaking point. What she was doing was cruel, agonising, and she knew it. But he was talking, she wanted him to talk. "Should that name mean something to me boy?" He screamed as her foot twisted again deeper over him as he spilled everything. "AHHH AHH YES YES AHHH MY FATHER AHH WAS A CLOSE RELATIVE TO TYWINN LANNISTER AHHHH I'VE KNOWN THE QUEEN ALL MY LIFE! PLEASE AHHH TAKE IT OFFFFFF!' It was true, he had known her all his life. He had grown up with her children and was ages with her eldest son Joffery. He had never liked the boy who would later be king. But their family connections helped bring an almost parental trust over him after the loss of her children. Arya lifted her foot. She had gotten what she came for. Satisfied, she relieved him of his pain. "Thank you boy. I'm glad we're on the same page." He whimpered, still erect as she stood up now. Placing her feet back inside her shoes he looked her up and down. "My lady... are you going to? You know...?" Arya let out a soft laugh as she stroked his cheek with her finger. "What? You actually thought I was going to make you cum? Perhaps if you had cooperated first time of asking... but that ship has sailed. Your real torture will begin tomorrow. You may sleep in three hours... in the meantime." She nodded towards the guard, whom he had just noticed had watched the entire ordeal. The guard opened the door as two young looking servant girls entered the room. "W... who are they? Let me go! What do you mean real torture? I fucking told you everything you bitch!" Arya slapped his face. Grabbing his cheeks she looked him in the eye with a threatening look, making clear his ordeal was far from over. "This is exactly the kind of thing we need to get out of you. We need you, we will make a loyal servant out of you yet. But I fear it may take some time... first you will have to be broken, properly broken." She nodded to the girls as they each picked up a scrubbing brush and sat by his feet. He knew instantly what was coming, as be begged his captor as she made way for tbe door. She did not look back, enjoying it as his pleas evolved into shrieks of laughter. "MY LADY NO! WAIT PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME! NO NO PLEASE STOP THEM! DONT MAKE THEM PLEAHHHSE HAHAHAH NOHHHHHOOO MY LADY PLEASE HAHAHAH I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING AHAHAHAHA NAHAHAH PLEASENOHHHH NOHHHHOOJHHHO...." His laughter could be heard echoing down the halls as she walked through the damp dungeon. With her new information, she made her way to relay it to Jon and Sansa.