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Daenerys Misadventures	By : nitchgut Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 110653 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Thank you for all the comments, reviews, and votes, sorry to those I didn’t respond too.

Daenerys being a slave was the overwhelming winner for the next chapter. Second place was a tie between Sansa forced into a marriage, and Drogo sharing Daenerys with his blood riders. There were a lot of great new ideas so I will be adding them all to the vote for the next chapter which you can find at the end of his chapter.

Thanks for reading, and leaving comments, hope you enjoy this chapter and vote for the next.

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The heat within her burned with an intensity that always surprised her, always thrilled her. She squeezed her thighs together on top of Drogon’s back. He was fire made flesh, and that fire radiated throughout her.

Daenerys Targaryen watched with wild eyes as Volantis burned. The western half of the ancient city lit aflame by dragon fire, lighting the night sky like a second son, but that destruction was but a mere distraction. Drogon now hovered above the eastern gate. The towering wall of iron and steel that had kept the city safe from its enemies for centuries now lay in ruin, reduced to nothing more than a rubble of broken steel and stone.

She could smell the fires, taste the burned stone and wood in her mouth. She could hear the screams of the men and women below as the Dothraki and Unsullied poured into the city and did what they did best.

She squeezed her legs tighter around Drogon’s neck, her eyes glassy, she swallowed hard, feeling his warmth join her own and spread through her. The battle was won, the war was over, another free city had fallen. She needed to return to her master and be rewarded.

The war camp was set up in the valley outside of the city, safely out of the range of the city's defenses.

Wood from the neighboring forests had been pillaged, fashioned into spikes to make a makeshift wall to surround the tents. Inside a thousand Unsullied stayed behind to protect the Good Masters who awaited her return.

She landed Drogon a few hundred feet from the camp and was greeted by her personal Unsullied guards and made her way to the camp.

Even at night the Essosi air felt hot, thick and humid. It blanketed her through her armor, making sweat pour down her already soaked skin, but it was little bother to her, she had always liked the heat. The leather collar around her neck, adorned with gold and silver dragons, felt tight against her throat. Her heart raced as she made way to the large lavish pavilion where Master Kraznys stayed.

He was waiting for her, a lopsided cocksure grin on his face as she entered the tent.

“Is it done?” He asked in Valyrian.

She bowed her head to him. “It is, just as you had planned, your Unsullied and the Dothraki sack the city as we speak.”

The slave master’s grin widened still. He stood.

“Good,” he paused, a slave girl handing him a cup of wine, ”good.”

Kraznys approached her. With a wave of his hand three young women were at her side. They reached for her armor undoing the leather straps that held her breastplate on. She stood tall, proud, back straight as the slave master approached.

She was covered in sweat, and soot, she smelled of ash and smoke. She could still hear the men and women and children screaming. She bit the inside of her cheek, exhaled tightly between clenched teeth. Her eyes watching his every step.

The straps on her shoulders went slack, the plate that covered her chest coming free. One of the young girls grabbed it before it fell to the floor. Next came the bracers. Delicate fingers began working on the ties there, lifting her arms. Then the buttons of the leather jerkin she wore under the plate. They were nearly halfway down, the cloth open just enough to give a hint of her bare breasts before the women stopped and pulled away.

Kraznys stood beside her now. “You did good, you fought well.” he said in the common tongue, his accent thick enough to be nearly undecipherable, “You should be rewarded.”

Rewarded, yes, her body hummed in anticipation.

Her lips parted and she let out a trembling breath and then fell to her knees as she had done countless times before. He stood over her, Kraznys was not a particularly tall man, but on her knees he loomed over her like a god, and she was his lowly worshipper.

“Is that not better, slave?” he asked, his hands lightly brushing through her hair. “Where you belong. When you came to me you were so proud, so foolish.”

Daenerys reached into his robes, her hands finding his member, fingers wrapping around his shaft.

“A foolish little girl that did not know her place.” he huffed as her fingers enclosed his length and loosely began stroking him. He was putting on a show for the men who watched. For his generals, for the other Good Masters in the tent and even the other slaves. Daenerys had learned quickly how much he liked showing how he had tamed the last of the dragons.

“Yes master,” she muttered, feeling him swell in her hand. She had been foolish, she had been reckless, dangerous and he had shown her the way. Her family, her dragons, herself, she was a blight on the world, destined to spread fire and blood to every man and woman and child.

She had enjoyed watching her brother die. She had enjoyed Drogo raping her. She enjoyed the pain and death that seemed to follow her wherever she went. Just tonight she had enjoyed burning Volantis, riding high in the sky above the rest, hearing their screams, smelling their burned flesh. She enjoyed knowing that even now the Dothraki ran wild inside the city, raping the women, killing the men while the Unsullied stood guard. It excited her, it thrilled her to no end.

She trembled with the thought, her cunt aching, dripping wetness down the side of her thigh. She knew she would gladly light the world aflame and watch the world burn for her own pleasure. And she knew how terrible and wrong that was, how terrible and wrong she was. She pulled his cock free, her mouth opened slightly, lips parted.

But here, on her knees, before this man was where she belonged, where she deserved to be. She did not have a choice to burn down the world. She was merely a tool to be used and aimed. He would control her, he would use her, with him the damage she could do would be limited. But she would enjoy what she could.

She leaned forward, brushing the head of the slave masters cock against her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the precum on his tip. He groaned and she moved forward, taking more of him into her mouth.

She closed her eyes, sealed her lips around his shaft and began to move suckling on his cock like the bed slave she was. The bed slave he had trained her to be. She moaned, one hand trailing up his thigh to hold them both steady, the other hand reaching for his shaft, stroking him as she sucked.

She ignored the other slaves in the room, ignored Kraznys servants, his generals, she worked his cock, sliding her tongue across the sensitive flesh, delighting in the feel of his him throbbing in her mouth, the way his member swelled to his full length and girth on her tongue. She loved nothing more than the feeling of his hands in her hair, nails digging into her scalp as he helped her bring himself off.

The only thing greater, the only thing she wished for more was for him to allow her to fuck him, to bury his beautiful cock deep inside her body. She ached for it for him nearly every waking moment.

She pulled back, dragging her lips up his shaft, letting her tongue slide against the underside of his glands until she pulled free, saliva dripped from her lips to his head. She stared at him for a moment, before leaning forward to kiss the tip, then she rolled her hand up and down his shaft stroking him from root to tip. She pressed her lips against his shaft, kissing and licking her way down to the base of his cock, her hand still steadily jerking him off.

Her mouth closed around one testicle, bringing it gently into her mouth as she nursed on it. Her fingers tightening around his cock making the Good Master groan. Faster she stroked him, harder she sucked on his balls until she felt him groan and swell in her hand. She squeezed down hard stopping her ministrations. She would not waste his seed by spilling it across her face and hair, she needed to taste him, swallow his offering. Giving him time to recover slightly before she lovingly kissed her way back to the head of his cock. She glanced up briefly at her master, his mouth open, his face floored with pleasure, before taking him once again into her warm, wet mouth.

His cocked throbbed and the sensation reverberating through her entire body, down her neck, across her chest and breasts, through her stomach until her cunt clenched. She moaned back against him, vibrating against his cock, needy and wanting more, she took more of him in, burying her face into his groin. She gagged as his cock pressed into her throat but she did not relent, holding herself there, letting the tears spill from her eyes and drool from her mouth.

She gagged again and her body convulsed around him, throat tightening as she struggled to breathe.

Kraznys said something, a half moan, she couldn’t make it out from the ring in her ears, the throbbing of her cunt. His fingers dug painfully into her head and he thrust forward moaning, she felt him swell, then throb, the first pulse of cum unleashing directly down her throat.

She pulled back, gasping, but still kept her mouth sealed around his cock. The second pulse filled her mouth, covered her tongue, she moaned, looked up at him. His head was thrown back, the veins in his neck thick and pronounced, his skin red. She sucked on him, twirling her cum covered tongue against the sensitive swollen head of his cock.

She was rewarded with another spurt, smaller this time, and she swallowed him again. She held him there, cradling his cock with her tongue, gently suckling on it, while her hand stroked his shaft, pumping him for all he was worth.

Kraznys body went slack, and she felt him release, he pulled back every so slightly and she followed suit, sliding his cock out of her mouth, catching the head with her lips, giving one cleaning suckle before he popped free. She stared at his member for a moment, marveling at it, before she dutifully slipped him back under his robes.

“Good,” he muttered out of breath and she watched him stumble back to his chair. There was a servant beside him in seconds with a glass of wine which he drank heavily from.

Daenerys stayed still on her knees and watched him, waiting for his next command.

He took a few heavy breaths, but did not once look at her, instead turning to the men at his sides, his advisors, his generals.

She waited as a beautiful dark-skinned girl relayed him information about the battle. How his plans that she had executed went, her burning of the western section of the city, the destruction of the walls, the sacking by the Unsullied and Dothraki. Kraznys seemed pleased, if a little disinterested. Volantis is just another city, the fourth on his way west since he had broken her and bent her to his will.

The council continued, food and wine was brought in and ate as the slave masters discussed further plans, congratulated themselves on another victory and decided how they would divide the city's plunder. All the while she waited on her knees, her clothes half removed. Kraznys didn’t spare her a second glance, seemingly more interested in his wine and food and the opinion of his generals and other masters. But the same could not be said about those generals and slave masters. More than often she found them staring at her, their eyes lingering before turning their attention back to the discussion at hand.

It was nearly an hour before Kraznys finally tired of the discussion and dismissed them and turned his attention back to his greatest prize. He motioned to her and Daenerys stood obediently, letting the blood circulate through her legs for a moment before sauntering over to stand next to the small throne-like chair he lazed on.

For this, she did not need to be told what to do. She was Daenerys Targaryen, last of her great house. Now she stood over Kraznys as he leaned back in his chair. Two slave girls approached again, finishing the work they had started, undoing the remaining buttons on her jerkin before they began undoing her belt. The air was thick, and hot, and damp, but goosebumps still dance across her skin in the wake of every touch made by the slave girls undressing her.

She was the Mother of Dragons. Rightful heir of the Seven Kingdoms. Her pants were pulled down, pooling around her feet. Long smooth pale legs stepped out from them.

Kraznys gaze trailed down her body, lingering on her bare sweat covered perky breasts, her chest flush, nipples hard. At Kraznys side she had conquered Yunkai, Meereen, and now Volantis. She stepped forward, lifting on leg, mounting her master's throne, delicately kneeling between beside his thighs on the oversized seat.

His hands reached around, squeezing her ass, separating the cheeks before squeezing them together. Daenerys shuddered and bit her lip, her hands clutching on his robbed shoulders. She could not stop herself, she pressed down, grinding her bare sex against his hardening cock through his expensive silks.

“Is this what you want, slave?” Kraznys asked in a low guttural tone,

Daenerys nodded quickly, her hand reaching between them, easily finding his cock and stroking him to his full length.

“You enjoy it don’t you? Burning the city, watching those men and women burn? Like your mad father before you?”

Her grip tightened around his cock making him grunt and then laugh, his hand slipped between her legs, fingers pushing inside her aching cunt.

“Still some fight left inside you pet? I thought I broke all of that out of you years ago? Still your wet cunt does not lie.” he smirked then pulled away his hand reaching for his cup, he leaned back as much as he could, emptied the cup then motioned for her to get on with it, “you’ve earned your reward slave.”

Daenerys paused for a moment, whimpering at the loss of his touch. The same touch that had broken her. She had first come to Astapor years ago, a naive girl with three tiny dragons, how foolish she had been to think those in power would not simply take what they wanted. Astapor had stood for a thousand years, sold and bred slaves for all that time, it was their way of life, their culture, what right did she have to change any of that.

She held him steady, pressing the head of him against her throbbing sex. Teasing herself momentarily before she sank down. She can remember the first day he took her, the chains around her arms and legs, the leash around her neck. She could remember screaming, the pain of his thick cock defiling her body, the feeling of his fingers digging into her waist. She could remember the first thrust, the first time he raped her, the first time he had cum inside her.

She can remember the dark room they kept her in, the chains kept on her limbs, the clothes stripped from her body. The lack of food or water, the whips against her skin. She can remember begging for water, for food, for relief.

And she can remember the day they came to her, not to hurt her, but to feed her, to massage her sore muscles, to kiss and play with her. She could remember the taste of the poison they fed her, the strange impossible things it made her see and feel.

She remembered the first day she was taken, she can remember the pain. And she can remember the first day she asked for it, the first day they had made her cum.

The pain is still there, the thickness of his cock stretching her out, only now she loved it, she craved it, she needed it.

Some small part of her hated it. Hated how much she wanted to please this man. She lifted her hips, feeling her cunt cling to his cock, then plunged back down, moaning as she moved, riding him as she rode her dragons.

He was a slaver, a terrible person but so was she, and he had broken any hope of her being better a long time ago. He had killed many of her friends, but she was not without guilt. She deserved his. She needed this.

His hands went to her behind, gripping the flesh of her ass. She rolled her hips, groaning, eyes rolling back. It was better this way, her madness contained and controlled. Faster she moved, panting on his cock.

Ass giggling, breasts swaying, she hugged his body as close as she could while cursing the awkward position on his throne that wouldn’t let her fuck him the way she wanted.

It was better this way, all the excitement, the rush, the pleasure of watching cities burn before her, of men and women cowering in fear and respect with none of the guilt. She had no choice, she had to do it. Her cunt clenched as she felt the first wave of ecstasy pulse from his cock up her spine. A few slave cities burned, what did it matter, the rest of the world would be saved from her madness.

"Ahh," she moaned her and her legs began to tremble. She closed her eyes and grunted, letting the first wave of pleasure wash over her. Then she squealed as she came, her body shaking, her cunt tightening around his cock. She pushed herself down, burying the entire length of the slave masters cock inside of her.

She felt him throb, his cock swelling inside her, no doubt filling her with his seed. The thought, the feeling, sent her spiraling even deeper over the edge. Her toes curled, her eyes rolled back as she arched her back and cried out shaking on top of him.

Kraznys gripped her tightly, his hips lurching up and his hands dug into her flesh, urging her to keep moving, he grunted and she moaned loader still, trembling.

"More slave," Kraznys demanded, and she rode him faster, impaling herself on his cock. She deserved this, deserved him. She thought of all that she had done tonight, all the death, the destruction the countless burned. The power and strength and heat of Drogon between her legs, throbbing with every breath, with every kill.

“Please,” she cried out as she came again all over his cock, her mouth opened wide in a silent breathless moan. She lurched forward, sliding down his cock back onto his lap. His silks were soaked with her wetness, ruined, but she did not care. Her body tightened on top of him as she shook and rode him harder, and harder, until her body could barely move anymore until she could do nothing more but collapse on top of him.

“You did good slave,” she heard him whisper. His hands almost gently trailing up her back as they both sat there. Their labored breaths the only sound filling the large tent. She could feel his seed drip from her well used cunt. She could still hear the screams of the men and women burning below her.

It wasn’t her fault anyway, the men and women dead, burned alive. It wasn't her fault so willingly gave her mind and body to this slaver, this monster. She was a tool to be used, no more to blame for taking the lives of others as a knights sword. She was a slave.

Kraznys stood and she slipped off him to the floor, half kneeling before him. He adjusted himself, putting himself back under his robes before looking down at her with a grin.

“You are not the only one who did good today,” he spoke, Daenerys bowed her head, “my generals also achieved great things during the battle.”

Daenerys looked up, finding that Kranzys' generals had reentered the tent.

“Should they not be rewarded as well?”

Daenerys watched as the men approached her, treacherous grins on their faces.

Great men and wise rulers know when to reward their followers, and Master Kraznys was both of those. One of his generals lifted her to her feet, another cupped her breasts, another pulled on her braid until her back arched and her lips parted and he could push his fingers into her mouth. Kraznys was a great man, and Daenerys, Daenerys was a slave.

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Thanks for reading. The plot of this one kind of spiraled in a different direction as I originally planned and ended up just being a slice of slave life so-to-speak. I’ll add more slave situations in the possible next chapters. I added a list of all the commentator requests as well, anything that gets a vote will be carried over to the next chapters vote. Leave your picks in the comment/review section, feel free to vote for as many as you like.

1.Daenerys sex slave (her first few months of her being broken)
2. Daenerys sex slave, Barriston Selmy/Daenerys encounter
3. Daenerys sex slave Jon/Daenerys
4. Daenerys takes Jon as her slave after season 8
5. Drogo shares Dany with his blood riders
6. Sansa is forced into a marriage with a man she hates (post season 8)
7. Back to the Ciri story
8. Khals don’t burn, instead, they have their way with Dany.
9. Arya/Dany femdom, Arya dominated Dany and rules from the shadows
10. Missendai’s past as a slave
11. New Khal takes Dany as his wife
12. Tyrion rapes Dany when he’s in jail (season 8)
13. Sansa manipulates Dany into giving herself to the Northern Lords to garner their support.
14. Dany grows up in the red keep as Joffery’s plaything
15. Dany is Queen, but in order to get pregnant she sleeps with everyone
16. Cersei wins, captures Dany, Sansa, Margery.
17. White walkers capture Dany and Sansa, have their way with them.
18. Dany marry Euron to get the Iron fleet and he abuses her
19. Dany cucks Jon as punishment
20. Cersei's punishment from the Church is public use instead of a walk of shame.
21. Cat being captured by Vale Hill Tribes
OR suggest your own idea.
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