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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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Winner of this chapter was Dany/Harpies. Dany/Starks, Dany/Jon, Dany the sex slave were the runners up.

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"Gone," the Unsullied soldier repeated. He glared down at the smaller man expectedly. His spear dripped with blood, he had killed one of the attackers, but it had not been enough. When Tyrion did not respond he glanced at Greyworm, then at the men around them fighting back the crowd.

Tyrion followed his gaze, The Meereenese who had come out to see the Queen were in a panic, kicking up dirt and dust. Some tried to run away, others tried to run through them. This had been his idea, another terrible idea in a long list of terrible ideas. His head throbbed, his throat choked with dust. She was gone, this could not be happening.

"Close the city gates. No one leaves." Greyworm ordered.

"Kick down every door, tear down houses if need be," Daario added before he pushed his way out of the crowd. "They could not have gone far."

Tyrion winced, his head still spinning. This could not be happening, not another failure. This was supposed to have been a simple parade around the city, to show the people their Queen, to help relations. He had not thought the Son's of the Harpy would be so brazen to attack in the middle of the day.

He was a fool, a fool with a missing Queen.

-

Everything had happened so quickly. It started with smoke from a fire a few blocks away, followed by screaming and yelling. Then they had come out from the alleys like wasps, Sons of the Harpy in their gold-painted masks, swinging swords and spears and screaming. It had been utter chaos.

Daenerys nearly tripped as she was dragged down the alley. The hand on her arm dug painfully into her flesh.

“Move," one of the men said in Low-Valaryian, his voice muffled by the Harpy mask he wore. He looked back at her, his eyes wide and wild and his grip around her arm tightened and he gave her another tug.

"Move!" he said again urgently, not to her, but the others following.

There were four of them, all roughly the same height and build, all dressed in the same style robes. Like commoners, not poor, nor wealthy. Apart from the Harpy masks they looked no different than the thousands of Meereenese that had come out to see her.

There had been eight of them at first. Four coming from each side of the street. Half of them had paid for the attack with their lives, but they had managed to kill two of her guards and in the chaos grab her, pull her into an alley away from her Unsullied, then through two small homes and out the other side.

The alleys were cluttered with baskets and boxes and people half-hidden from the sun by the buildings that towered over them. They ran, nearly dragging her through one small passage and into another. A mindless maze filled with panicked people.

The attack had caused anarchy, it had sent all that had come to see her fleeing. They ran with them and against them. A near endless amount of people scattered in every direction, filling every alley, running to every home. They yelled and screamed in panic and fear which drowned out her own calls for help.

She fell, but they did not stop,dragging her before forcing her back to her feet.

"Go!" they demanded. At least they wanted her alive.

Then she heard it, commands, guards, Unsullied. It came from a few streets over maybe. It was so difficult to hear through the crowds of people.

She opened her mouth to call out, to alert them to her presence but a hand clamped down against her lips before she could speak. She was nearly picked off her feet, carried and pressed against a wall in a small alcove in the already small alley.

"No!" the man before her demanded, his hand smelt and tasted of sweat and dust. She could not see it, but she could feel the cold steel of a blade pressed against her belly.

She watched as they all exchanged nervous glances with each other. Two went to watch the alley, the other loosened her hand over her mouth, the fourth simply stared at her.

"What do you want?" she said softly, not wishing to provoke the men. A stupid question for sure, but maybe if she could talk to them. Maybe-- they ignored her. Instead sharing another series of questioning looks between themselves.

They hadn't expected to actually capture her. They had no plan.

"Run now, leave me, and maybe the Unsullied will never find you." Daenerys offered, she stood up straight, Queenly.

Her offer was enough to get the attention of one of the men, his eyes widening.

"No," the silent man finally spoke. "We do not run."

"We cannot stay here, they will find us, they will kill us." one of the men watching the alley whispered back at him.

"If we die, she dies," he said, and stepped forward. "We wait."

She glared at the man as he crept closer.

"She took everything from us. She does not get to go free."

He reached up, playing with a loose strand of silver-blonde hair that had come free. Then his dust cover hand traced her jaw.

"She must pay for her crimes."

Daenerys growled and spat in his face. He flinched but otherwise remained unphased. He smiled back at her, his eyes watching her lips now wet with her saliva. Then they drifted lower still, his hand followed, leaving her jaw and trailed down down her neck. The rough pad of his fingers rubbed against her soft, lightly tanned skin. His smile grew as her breath caught in her throat and her chest rose.

The dress she wore was made of thin silks, light and airy, its neckline plunging well below her breast. A godsend in the Essosi heat, but now? She suddenly regretted wearing it, feeling nearly naked under her captor's leering gaze.

His hand trailed across her neck, then down between her breast, his hand slipped towards her and Daenerys jerked away until she was backed up against the wall of the alcove. She threw her hand out to hit him but he easily shrugged the attack off. His hand slipped under her silks and cupped her breast. His palm pressed up against her, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing across her nipple.

Daenerys did not scream, did not beg, she stood defiant against his molestation.

"We wait," he said and his eyes caught hers. "The Unsullied are stupid slaves, unable to think for themselves. It won't be long until they are ordered to search another area of the city. We wait here until they leave. We wait and we punish her, " he spat. "make her repay us for all she has taken."

Daenerys eyes narrowed, "You dare--"

The wind left her chest as the man's fist drove into her stomach, she groaned, her body bending nearly in half around his hand. Then she fell, the blow crumpled her sending her to her knees.

It had been years since anyone had laid hands on her, not since her brother. For a moment that was all she could think of, she was no longer the Queen of Meereen or the Mother of Dragons, but that scared little girl.

She looked up, shocked, tears in her eyes at the Harpy staring down at her. His eyes dark behind the poorly painted mask.

"This is where you belong, Dragon Queen." he said, "on your knees serving men better than you."

She tried to respond, but could not find her breath.

He reached into his robes and pulled his cock free. He was thick and large and half swollen. Daenerys flinched as it flopped free, his hand gripped his shaft stroking himself, pulling for foreskin back and over the glistening head of his cock.

"Time to make amends for your crimes against the people of Meereen, Your Grace," he said with a grin.

Then he hit her with it. Slapping his cock across her face, smacking her just below her eyes across her cheek. She recoiled, twisted away from him but he was quick and grabbed her head. His fingers twisting through her braided hair.

She growled as he rubbed himself across her face, dragged his shaft across her cheek and nose, then pulled down letting every long inch of him slide across her lips.

She could taste him, salty and sweaty and musty. The smell of him invaded her senses. The feel of his balls pressed against her chin made her retch as he rolled his cock over her face.

Then he pulled back slightly, his grip on the back of her head steady. The head of his cock pressed against her full lips. He pushed against them until his cock touched her clenched teeth. He rubbed himself against her, letting her lips roll against his glands.

"Open and suck you dragon whore." he spat. "It's all you are good for."

She growled at him through her teeth and glared up at him defiantly, but her hand reached up, her fingers wrapping around his cock.

Even with the Harpy mask she could see the smile on his face, the light in his eyes. He had broken the Dragon Queen, and soon her pouty lips would be sealed around his cock.

At least that's what he would have thought. Instead, she wrenched on his cock as hard as she could pulling him down to her.

He screamed and joined her on the ground.

Daenerys wasted no time, she reached down and grabbed as much sand as she could in her hands and jammed it into his eyes. Then threw all her weight into him, driving her shoulder into his face and knocking him over. He fell in a heap, one hand clutching his cock, the other his face. She barely gave the three other shocked men a second glance. She stood and ran.

She ran as fast as she could, nearly tripping over her dress. Her ornate slippers slipped in on the sandy stone streets. She heard the Harpies behind her yell, her would-be rapist still on the ground groaning.

They would chase her, and they would catch her. She would never outrun them. She couldn't escape, not like this. She pushed her way out of the alley into a crowded street.

Dozens of people, maybe hundreds, all hurrying away from where the fighting had broken out. She turned and looked, watching as the horde of people pushed their way away from the chaos. Away from where the fighting had initially broken out, away from where she needed to go.

"Dragon bitch!" she heard from behind her. She turned and looked, seeing the Harpy's closing the distance. She slipped into the crowd following their movement further away from her Unsullied.

They would find her. Her white dress, her silver-blonde hair and pale skin made her stand out like a flower waiting to be plucked. She couldn't outrun them, she couldn't hide, she couldn't--

She froze as she saw it. Silver hair, like her own, braided. Belonging to a woman not a stone throws away. She watched as the girl, likely Lysenne, entered a building. And then she saw another, her hair not nearly as white, but blonde.

She pushed forward towards them, hoping maybe she could hide there, disappear among familiar-looking faces.

The Lysenne shared a Valyrian ancestry with her own people, shared their looks. Maybe it was a traveling merchant, or a rich family and their entourage. It hardly mattered, it was her only chance.

The doors of the building swung open and she nearly ran into herself, or at least her doppelganger. But this version of her was half a foot taller, her hair a touch lighter than her own and done up in a loose braid. Her dress was too tight and its neckline dipped well past her navel, exposing the swell of her breasts. Worst of all she wore a leather slave collar around her neck.

The woman gave her an unassuming look up and down, then rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to what was happening inside the building and one of the many men who were trying to vie for her attention.

Inside the building was large and open and reeked of booze and smoke and other things. There was a bar at the far end serving a dozen men, tables and chairs scattered around where others drank, cushioned booths lined one wall. Stairs hugged another wall leading to a second-floor walkway open to the main room lined with doors.

And then there were the girls. There were dozens of them. All of them with light hair and eyes, wearing dresses in the style she had worn before. All of them looked like her. She stood stunned.

All of them smiling and drinking, some of them sitting on the laps of men, of patrons.

She heard the moan and turned to see a young girl with violet eyes cry out, her breasts swaying as she was taken by a man standing behind her, fucking her. Another girl was at the bar, on her knees sucking on the cock of a man drinking an ale. Another girl was on her back on top of a table, one man in her mouth, another between her legs.

She felt dizzy at the sight of so many women that looked just like her being used and debased. She watched as others dragged men up the stairs into private rooms. Others nearly hung off men, laughing and smiling and flirting.

It wasn't a Lysenee merchant's home or a traveling wealthy family, it was a brothel.

--

The sound of a slap made Daenerys flinch. The laughter that followed made her rage. But the women who had been hit simply smiled and curled back up to the man who had hit her.

"Punish me, I deserve it for what I did., Master." A blonde hair woman said softly, biting her lip as she practically hung off of the man who had just slapped her.

And then she realized what this place truly was, what they were selling. It wasn't just a brothel. They were selling her.

When she had conquered Meereen she had destroyed the lives of thousands of slavemasters. For every man and woman who loved her for what she had done, another hated her. And here, those who hated her could punish her, pretend that they were once again in control with women dressed up to look like her, to act like her.

"My name is Daenerys Targaryen."

Daenerys turned to watch as a petite blonde woman stood up on one of the tables a crowd of men gathered around her.

"First of my name!" she declared. One of the men booed, then reached up and pulled on her dress. "Mother of Dragons," she continued, the dress tore down the side, exposing one long tanned leg. "Breaker of Chains," another man grabbed at the other side pulling it off. The crowd cheered, "Rightful Heir-" the woman's last declaration was interrupted by a gasp as the last of her dress was torn from her, her breasts spilling free, her bare cunt and ass on display.

She was pulled from the table and hoisted off the ground and over the shoulder of one of the men. The crowd groped and pawed at her, and she heard the women cry out then moan. The man who had grabbed her carried her off, undoubtedly to a private room to do god's know what to her.

Daenerys looked away, she had heard places like this existed, but the perverted fantasies of men hardly mattered now. She had more important things to worry about.

There was a hallway beside the bar, leading to a backdoor, maybe, hopefully.

She ignored the calls of men and hurried through the room. She had barely made it halfway to the bar when she felt a hand wrap tightly around her arm.

"Your dress is filthy," a woman's voice said, stern and harsh. Daenerys turned to the stocky woman who held her. She was an older woman with greying hair and a thick build. "Did you fuck a man in a back alley?" she shook her as if she was disappointed.

"Stupid girl, go get changed," the woman said and nodded towards a room behind them, "and play the role and put on a damned collar."

Daenerys twisted her arm slightly, then noticed the man standing behind the woman. Tall, dark, his hand on the blade on his belt, a guard of some sort. He watched her for a moment before turning his attention back to the crowds, ever-present eyes watching for threats.

Maybe a change of clothes would be good. She nodded, "Of course," and it seemed to please the older woman.

"Move!" someone yelled in low Valryian. Both women turned to look at the front door as it swung open and four Harpies entered.

Daenerys slunk away from the woman and hurried towards the back room. Keeping an eye on the Harpies as they entered the brothel and removed their masks. They watched the brothel with searching eyes, looking for her no doubt. Daenerys ducked into the room and hoped she hadn't been noticed.

A dressing room awaited her, two dozen dresses hung on hooks on wall, mirrors and makeup lined another. She looked down at her own dress, the white fabric was caked in dust and grim. She turned back and looked worried at the door before she began disrobing, pulling the dress off her shoulders and let it pool around her feet.

She grabbed a blue dress, not so unlike one she had worn before and slipped it on then hesitated over the pile of collars. Slave collars. More ornate than the ones most slaves she had freed had worn, but still a slave collar. The hooks were gold and silver, the leather embroidered with designs of fire and dragons. All these men wanting to have their own little dragon slave.

It was just a costume, a game, a way to get out. She closed her eyes and grabbed the first collar, brought it to her neck, wrapped it around her throat, and latched it in the back.

Hide in plain sight, the men chasing her would just see another whore dressed up to look like the Queen they despised so much. Nothing more. If she was lucky she could simply walk out the front door. If she was lucky.

The Harpies were still near the front of the room, arguing between themselves. The Lady of the house was watching them cautiously as well, the guard beside her on alert, but neither made a move to do anything.

Daenerys watched for a moment before turning down the hall. More rooms waited for her, maybe one would be led to a means of escape.

With every door Daenerys found herself witness to another act of debauchery. Girls made up to look like her on their backs, on their knees. In one room she found herself staring at her mirror image servicing three men with her hands and mouth, only to move onto the next room to see her another copy of her on all fours, being taken from behind like an animal.

"I'm sorry! I should have never of come to Meereen, please don't," she heard another women cry. She turned peaked into the room and watched as a girl that looked just like her was swarmed by four men, her clothes torn off, she was pulled to the bed by the slave collar around her neck, bent over and taken by all of them at once. "Please Master," The girl cried out as they fucked her.

Suddenly the collar around her own neck felt tight, uncomfortable. She needed to get out of this place. Needed to find a way back to the Great Pyramid.

The next-door held something even worse. There was soft moaning and laughing coming from inside. Daenerys cracked the door, peeking through the small opening. Inside a girl hung from the ceiling, her arms tied above her head, her feet barely touching the ground. She was naked, bare to the world, her skin covered in a soft sheen of sweat, her silver-blonde hair loose and draped across her back and chest affording her some modesty. She was blindfolded and gagged.

One man sat in the corner, watching as the girl gently swung back and forth. Another man stood behind her, his hands rubbing gently up and down her bare torso. She watched as the girl shuddered at his touch, she watched as his hand came down hard across her ass, she listened as the girl moaned. The man stood, his cock hard and lined himself behind her. The girl whimpered, then moaned and Daenerys watched, unable to stop herself, her heart racing--

"Girl!"

Daenerys jumped and spun shocked by the voice behind her. The short stocky woman from before stood with a glare in her eye, the same guard behind her leered.

The Lady of the House looked her up and down, noticing the new dress and collar then behind her to the crack in the door.

"You wish for this?" he said, raising her brow towards what was happening behind the door. "You want to be tied up and whipped. Punished, is that what you like?"

"No," Daenerys hurriedly replied, shaking her head.

"Then get back to work," the Lady said, "earn your coin, or we'll string you up and let every man have you for half price." The older women turned without waiting for a response and went back into the main room.

Daenerys sighed and ignored the moans and the sick sound of flesh on flesh coming from the room behind her. The last doorway, and her last chance of an easy escape, led to an empty windowless room. She would need to go out the same way she came in.

-

Two dozen men scattered around the brothel's main floor stood between and her freedom. The collar around her neck tightened. She watched and waited. She could not see the Harpies anywhere and a part of her hoped they had left, but she could not be sure. The Lady of the House stood by the bar watching.

With her head down, she hurried towards the front entrance hoping nobody would notice her, nobody would try to stop her, nobody would dare try to buy her for the night.

"You!" she heard a voice call out and froze. She turned to see him. The Harpy, his eyes still red from the sand, his mask lashed to his belt. He moved towards her, grabbing her by her arm, his eyes narrowing.

"You look like her," he said.

Daenerys looked around the room at the dozen other women there, then caught the eye of the Lady who was watching before turning back to the Harpy.

"We all look like her." She bit her lip and swallowed her pride and dignity then put her hand gently on his arm. "Isn't that why you're here?"

He looked away, and she swore he almost looked disgusted, she could see his jaw clench through his cheeks. Thankfully he didn't seem to realize who she was.

He pulled her toward the bar, throwing down a few coins and receiving a drink in return. He quickly drank from it, spilling half of it over his cheeks.

She twisted her arm, trying to free herself. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I need to work," she said, looking around the room, at all the other girls servicing men, the older women who seemed to be watching her every move, and at the door that led to her freedom. The Harpy followed her gaze.

"Pathetic."

Daenerys’ brow furrowed.

"She took everything from us. Left us with nothing. But the men here do nothing. They grovel at her feet, beg for scraps of their lives back. Then come here to play pretend. Pretend like they have power again. If they want to fuck her Dragon Queen, they should storm the Great Pyramid and fuck her. They should not pretend."

"Then why are you here?" Daenerys spat.

He turned and glared at her for a moment, his jaw clenching.

"What is your name whore?"

Daenerys eyes narrowed at him, "Daenerys," she replied.

He laughed, "of course it is, and what is my name,"

"I do not know or care." she smiled sweetly, "I must go, the Lady of the House watches and does not pay me to talk."

The Harpy slammed his hand down on the table and lifted it, leaving a coin. She stared at the coin and felt light-headed. He wasn't buying another round, he was buying her.

He reached up, touching the gold loop on her slave collar. "What is my name, slave?"

Daenerys glared up at him, at the coin, 'Earn your coin or we'll hang you up and let every man have you,' the Lady's words rang in her ears. She grit her teeth and swallowed her dignity once again. "Master."

The Harpy smiled. "You are prettier than the others."

Daenerys forced a smile back at him. "Perhaps you would like to go to a private room?" If she got him alone maybe she could escape again, maybe she could-

"No, here," The Harpy said. "On your knees slave."

Her stomach fell, she knew the Lady of the House was still watching. The collar around her tightened again. She glanced at the doorway, then back at the Harpy in front of her.

"I thought you said it was pathetic. Would it not be better to storm the Great Pyramid and make the Queen get on her knees?" she asked.

"I don't want her on her knees, I want you on your knees." He stepped closer to her, his hand grabbing her collar, he tugged on it slightly, pulling it down to the ground.

No choice, no chance. Daenerys swallowed the disgust she felt, and let him pull her down before finally dropping to her knees before him. For the second time that day, she found herself staring up at this man who despised her so greatly.

As before he reached under his robes, she shuddered as she watched him pull himself free of his clothes. This time he didn't slap her with his cock, but offered it to her.

She closed her eyes, defeated, and for the second time she reached out and the fingers of her hand wrapped around this man's cock. She felt him heavy and warm in her hand. But this time, instead of wrenching on his member, she kept her grip loose and gentle.

There were no more options here. She opened her eyes, glancing up at him as he stared down impatiently. She stroked him slowly, her hand trembling, she watched the foreskin of his cock pull back, once again revealing the wet head of his cock.

Memories of all the women here flooded her. Girls dressed up to look like her so sick men could fulfill their fantasies. She thought of the girl in the back room, on her knees, surrounded by cocks.

Daenerys lips parted slightly as she began to stroke the Harpy's cock faster. He swelled in her hand, becoming rigid and hard. She could hear his breathing increased but she ignored that, instead she watched his cock.

This man wanted her dead, hated her and she had no choice but to play the part of the whore, his whore. He would have forced himself upon her moments ago but now she would need to give herself to him willingly.

She tried to ignore the sounds of the brothel, of men ordering drinks, of women falsely flirting with customers. The sounds of men fucking women pretending to be her. She tried to ignore it all.

Her lips parted, her soft warm breaths brushed up against his cock. She felt him twitch with anticipation. He was a slaver, a disgusting human being, a rapist, and a murderer and soon she would have his cock in her mouth.

He tasted of piss and sweat. Her tongue outstretched and she let his cock rest against it before her lips sealed down over half his head.

A groan escaped his lips and his grip on her head tightened. Daenerys rolled her tongue, twirling it around the slit in his cock. He groaned and jerked forward and she let him slide deeper into her mouth.

She turned her head, pressing him into her cheek, letting it bulge, she hoped it would please him enough so he would not try to force his way down her throat.

Her head bobbed, gently, slowly, she licked and sucked on his cock, drooling and moaning like the whore she was supposed to be.

She felt his hand twist in her hair and begin to guide her head. She heard his groan, heard him call her a whore. He twisted her head and her hopes fell.

He pulled on her neck, arching it slightly and bending it back.

Daenerys gagged and felt the head of his cock rub against the top of her mouth, he pushed forward and pulled on her head sliding his cock down her throat.

“Gah,” She convulsed, and her throat made a gurgling sound. Her hands snapped up to grab his thighs, her tongue thrashed around the underside of his cock. Gagging she spit and drooled from the side of her mouth. Desperate her hand left his thighs and wrapped around his cock. He pulled back and she gasped, then he pushed her back down on her cock.

"Dragon whore," he grunted, as he began fucking her face, "this is what you deserve."

Her eyes watered, the sounds she made were undignified and she tried to stop herself from vomiting. It was only three or four seconds before he stopped using her mouth as a fuck toy. He released her and she pulled away, her hand still holding him.

She tried to regain her breath, her composure. she could feel the drool spilling over her bottom lip, tears streaming down her face. He hadn't come, he was still hard, she looked up at him, her violet eyes wet and red. He watched her expectantly.

He wasn't finished. She wasn't finished. Bending down she pressed her lips to his cock, then opened her mouth and took him inside her wet and waiting mouth once again. Her tongue pressed against him massaging him and she moaned, shifting on her knees.

She pressed herself against him, letting him slide to the back of her throat until she could feel his balls on her chin. She gagged but held herself there for a moment before she pulled back moaning and gasping, her tongue lashed his cock. She suckled on his head, her hand stroking his length before she dived back in.

The sooner she made him cum, the sooner she swallowed hm, the sooner this would be over. She stroked him and sucked him, her hands and mouth and lips and tongue working together. She thought of all that her bed slaves had taught her, all the times she had brought Drogo and Daario to climax in her mouth, she worked his cock like the whore her brother wanted her to be, the whore she had been trained to be.

This is where the Slavemasters wanted her, the people of Meereen, her brother, her dead husband. On her knees pleasing supposedly better men. The Harpy moaned, thrusting his hips forward, she gagged, but let him force his cock down her throat. She flushed at the feeling of him in her throat, her thighs squeezed together and she refused to acknowledge the growing heat and wetness there.

Just make him cum, she told herself as she suckled on his cock, bobbing her head up and down. Her hips rolled slightly. If he came down her throat, maybe that would be all. He wouldn't want more. He wouldn't bend her over the bar and take her in front of everyone.

She moaned against his cock swirling her tongue against him. If she just made him cum maybe he wouldn't fuck her with his disgusting slaver cock. He wouldn’t fuck her in front of the dozens of men who were here. He wouldn’t let them watch as he drove his pathetic cock into her cunt. He wouldn’t defile and use the Mother of Dragons, the Queen. He wouldn't cum inside her cunt, fill her womb with his seed.

The Harpy groaned, and she felt his cock swell. She moaned wantonly, forcing him further down her throat until she could barely breathe. Disgust, desperation and something else coursed through her. Make him cum, she thought, she prayed. She moaned again as she felt him throb in her throat. Her hand left his thigh and slipped between her legs.

Cum, make him cum, she nearly chanted in her head. She touched herself, her fingers danced around her swollen cunt, wet with arousal. She needed to cum, she wanted to know how disgusting he would taste. But instead he pulled her away with a gasp.

Daenerys looked up, eyes red and watery, she stared up in surprise and in shock, completely lost in the moment.

"No," he said out of breath, then slapped his hand down on the table leaving more coins there. "not in your mouth."

He pushed himself back under his robes which did nothing to hide his erection, and then looked around. Finding what he was looking for her grabbed her by the arm once again lifting her off knees. He practically dragged her towards an empty seat nestled in a small alcove near the hearth, past one of the large tables one of her look-alikes was dancing on.

He nearly threw himself into the seat, sliding down it, and reached into his pants once again and pulled out his still hard cock.

Daenerys glanced over her shoulder, two guards by the door, the Lady of the houses still glancing at her from time to time.

"Strip," the Harpy said, regaining Daenerys' attention. She looked at him for a moment as he stroked his cock, she was still gasping, her breath coming in long heaves, her face still felt red and flush, her heart still racing and the taste of him was still on her tongue. She stared at his cock. She could feel the Lady of the House’s eyes on her.

She would have to fuck him.

She rolled her shoulders, pulling one strap of the dress, letting it fall from her shoulders and pool on the ground.

He grinned at the sight of her before him. Her perky tits flush with exertion and arousal, rising and falling with each breath. He let his eyes wander down her flat stomach, and between her legs. He sat up slightly and licked his lips. He motioned for her to come closer and she obeyed. Dressed in only the slave collar she stepped forward. She shuddered as his hand grabbed her thigh, cupping her ass. She gasped as he pulled her closer still.

His hand dipped between her legs, cupping her cunt.

"Wet," he murmured. "You enjoyed sucking my cock?"

Daenerys winced, but played along "Yes Master," she replied.

His fingers rubbed up and down her slit, coating himself with her juices. Daenerys forced herself to stay still and let him molest her.

"Tell me."

"I liked sucking your cock." she replied between clenched teeth. "Ah!" she gasped as his finger flicked over her clit.

"Would you like me to fuck you now?"

She looked down, his breathing coming in quick gasps as he teased her clit. She watched his thick cock standing proud and throbbing, it was still wet with her spit.

"Yes, master, I would like that very much." She replied sweetly. The faster this was over, the faster she could get back to her people.

"What is your name?"

"Daenerys Targaryen."

"And what are you?"

She looked at him for a moment, thinking of what he wanted to hear. "I'm yours. Do to with as you see fit." she reached down, grasping his cock, sliding her fingers over his head. "I'm your little dragon whore." she repeated the words he had said to her earlier.

She lifted her legs and slid onto his lap. She remembered the women getting gangbanged, the women who had been slapped. She knew why men came here.

"I took everything from you," she said as she slid up against him, she pushed the head of his cock against her soaking slit. She ignored the part of her that told her that this was wrong. She ignored the part of her that liked it, ignored the way her cunt warmed and moistened at his touch.

"Your lands, your people. They're all mine now.” Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, she squeezed him possessively. “You are mine, as is your cock."

She sat down on him, moaning as the first inch of his cock penetrated her. She pushed on his chest forcing him back into the seat. She spread her legs wide, rolled her hips, and thrust down sinking fully down onto him.

They both cried out.

“My name is Daenerys Targaryen,” she moaned then rolled her hips, her cunt clenched tight around his cock, she picked herself up off him letting his length slide out of her aching body. She hated herself for how wet she was, how eager her body was, how much being debased has turned her on. But it would make things easier, simpler.

“Mother of Dragons,” she mumbled as she let herself slide down on him, the sharp ache of her cunt being stretched by his thickness shot up her spine. She did her best to ignore the pleasurable pressure between her legs. The wetness seeping from her.

“Breaker of Chains,” she moaned as she repeated the motion, faster this time. Her body came down harder, his cock drove deep inside her. They’re bodies slapped together. She twitched involuntarily, the muscles of her stomach ass and cunt convulsing tightly around the cock inside her.

The Harpies' hands dug painfully into her ass, clutching onto her, pulling her up and down over his cock.

"Gods," she whimpered and forgot the disgust she had felt.

“Foregin whore!” The harpy groaned as he guided her as she bounced up and down on his cock.

His filthy hands went to her tits, grasping and pulling at her nipples before he leaned up capturing one breast in her mouth.

“Yess,” she mewed. Daenerys threw her head back and moaned as she sank down fully onto his cock over and over again. Her proclamations had devolved into a steady stream of needy moans as she rode the Harpy leader.

She swore the rest of the whore house had gone silent, the sick sound of their bodies joining together reverbing throughout the room and echoing in her ears. The sound of her lust, her shame. She lifted her hips and did it again and moaned in ecstasy as his cock filled her completely.

Sharp sparks of pleasure shot up her back, her toes curled. Fuck this felt good, he felt good. She looked back at the room through hooded eyes. The Lady of the House was no longer paying attention, but a half dozen men were. Every one without a girl clinging to them and even some with seemed to be watching the little show she was putting on.

They all wanted her. They all wanted to fuck her, to worship her, punish her. Good, she thought, that's what she deserved. To be worshiped, to be fucked.

She bounced on top of him, riding him like the Khaleesi she was. Her legs spread wide, letting his cock drive fully into her, filling her completely, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She took control, riding him while moaning and whimpering. He fit perfectly inside her, he felt so damned good.

"Mine," she moaned, before throwing herself closer to him. She let him guide her movements, rocking in time with his hands on her hips. "I am your Queen," she moaned, "you are nothing and there is nothing you can do about it."

But he had enough.

"Dragon whore" he moaned and stood. Daenerys yelped in shock, gravity driving her down onto him, impaling her on his cock. she wrapped her legs around, holding tight as he lurched forward a few steps.

"She took everything from me, you took everything" he grunted as he threw her down on the table. Her ass hit first, then her back and head, she heard cups scatter to the ground, a few gasps from women. But nobody stepped in to stop him, nobody seemed to care.

His hand wrapped around her throat and she gasped as he lined up his cock and drove back into her. He thrust and she moaned, the table lurched, whatever cups that still lay on the table rolled and crashed to the floor.

"Arrogant--" the man spat in Low Valyrian, his hips driving into her as if he was trying to split her in two with his cock, "--whore." Daenerys saw stars, her breasts bounced as his fingers tightened around her neck in time with his cock driving into her.

She struggled to breathe. His hard thrusts drove her into the table. She gasped, moaned, and clutched at his hands as he fucked her hard and rough.

He was insistent. Driving himself into her body with steady hard movements. An unbearable heat radiated from him, directly into her cunt and as much as she hated it she could no longer ignore it. It built, warmer, tighter, curling inside her belly until she could feel it in her toes and behind her eyes.

"Fuck," Daenerys moaned as she was fucked by this man. "Fuck me," she cried as the pleasure shot through her.

She came hard, making a soft mewing sound as her stomach tightened, every muscle tensed, her legs tightened around his waist, her cunt clenched down around him. She felt a wetness seap out from her soaking his cock. Her body buckled, lurching off the table in an almost painful contraction. The new angle pushed his cock even deeper inside her cunt. She cried out and her vision went white.

She closed her eyes and looked away not wanting to see his face as she came. The pleasure ran over her like a wave, unstoppable, unending, unwanted. Fucked to orgasm by a man who hated her. She trembled and shook and moaned.

This was what her enemies thought of her, a foreign whore. Her stomach turned and twisted. She squeezed him tighter with her thighs. She could feel the wetness leaking from her cunt, coating his dick.

A desperate whimper escaped her lips, she looked up and through her blurred vision saw all the men in the brothel looking at her, watching her as she came. "Please," she moaned, throwing her arms over her head as another wave of pleasure overtook "Gods," she whimpered desperately as her body continued to convulse.

Forigen whore, dragon slut. That’s what they thought of her. She moaned loudly, her hands balled into fists. “Gods,” she whimpered, her release seemingly unending. Her body still rocked with each thrust. She looked at the Harpy, saw the pain and anger on his face as he fucked her. She watched her tits bounce, her stomach clench, her cunt bulge with each stroke of his long hard cock. Then she looked at the crowd that sat leering. She was a forigen whore, a dragon slut. Maybe her enemies were right, that’s what she was. Her body had been sold to a Khal, she had traded her cunt for a sellsword army. She closed her eyes again, whimpered softly, and basked in the pleasure pulsing through her.

The grip around her throat lessened, leaving just the ever-present tightness of the slave collar. The Harpy jerked once and froze, his face twisted up as he came and filled her with his seed.

They stayed there, joined together, unmoving for a moment. Her hands still covered her face. The silence of the room faded, voices once again filled the brothel, music, the scuffed sounds of boots on the floor and cups on tables.

Still Daenerys could barely hear anything over the raging beat of her heart, she could feel little more than the trembling waves of pleasure that still ran through her, the way the sweat dripped off her stomach, the coarse wood of the table dug into her back and ass.

"MHh," she whimpered as the Harpy pulled free. A feeling of emptiness washed over her, then disgust as she felt his cum seep from her cunt. It made her stomach turn in sudden disgust. Her legs went slack, swinging bonelessly over the edge of the table

He had made her cum, twice, maybe three times. She swallowed down her despair and peeked at him through her arms watching as he put himself back under his robes. He barely looked at her before he made his way towards the front door.

To him, she had always just been another whore. It was over, she was free, all she needed to do was pick herself up off this table and--

The sound of a hand slapping the table made her jump, waking her from her stupor, she turned to see a man grinning at her, his hand cupping a few coins on the table. Another man followed, slapping down a few more coins, then another man, and another. Behind them the Lady of the House watched with a grin.

She closed her eyes, "fuck" and swore under her breath. She didn’t move as she felt someone new slip between her legs and put hand on her bare thigh. She didn’t resist as they spread her legs.

Maybe she could find her way back to the Great Pyramid in the morning.

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