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How I wished it had Ended	By : Eddie_Davidson Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 16999 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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GAME OF THRONES
How I wished it had Ended
CHAPTER SEVEN

Once the atonement was over, Queen Daenerys did not feel any more satisfied than she had after her victory in King's Landing. There still felt like there was more to be accomplished.
The women apologized for things they had done in their past. The Queen knelt at Samwell's felt and asked his forgiveness. Samwell smiled like a giddy child that was being fawned over and immediately offered his forgiveness.
Daenerys was shocked; it had been that easy as well. She said a few words of remorse, but she wasn't sure she even meant them. Even after having walked this far in the naked to deliver them those she wronged, it didn't seem like it had been enough.
"Aegon Targaryen! I abdicate my throne to you! Upon your Coronation, you shall be King of Westeros and the Seven Kingdoms! I relinquish all claims past and present to you, my nephew and my love!" she said. She wasn't sure if she even loved Jon. She had loved being the Queen, but now she wasn't even sure she loved that anymore.
She was so confused, and she felt empty instead of humiliated or ashamed. The Queen felt satisfied what she had done was right, but at the same time, she felt the experience had been incomplete.
There was nothing more to accomplish that day, and the High Septon left with his priests, sisters, and faith militant to return to his Septon.
Melisandre' returned to wearing her red gown and acted as if she had never endured the humiliations in the first place. She never spoke of them and attended Court as an advisor to the Queen.
Lady Commander Brienne donned her armor as soon as she could. She was anxious to be done with the humiliating experience, although she quite enjoyed smacking her Queen's ass whether she would admit it or not. Daenerys had a pert bubble like butt, and her ass was tight and well muscled.
Sansa was also pleased to put on clothes and vowed never to do such a humiliating thing again. She felt it was still easier than laying in bed with Ramsay Bolton night after night but only just barely.
Queen Yara went carousing and looking for a good fuck or a good fight with Euron's cock on a chain behind her. The pirate Queen left the Red Keep completely naked and fearless.
The whores were taught to be ladies in waiting. Many of whom were scandalous in the Court and had a difficult time fitting into courtly life and adjusting to their new duties. Many of the groomsman and serving lads were caught getting their cocks sucked over the next few weeks, but none of the women were disciplined as they had been in Offa's dungeon.
Daenerys fucked Jon that night but imagined Khal Drago behind her. She imagined him as a wolf taking her from behind and consuming her entirely when he was finished with her body.
Jon received the fucking of his life, but he was quite sure she had been thinking of someone else when she took him.
"I've abdicated my throne! All that remains is for your coronation in a few weeks!" she kissed him that morning.
"Aye, well put some clothes on or your ass will be cold in the iron throne until that happens!" Jon joked with her that morning.
Daenerys did not notice she was naked and might have walked into Court wearing nothing at all. It felt strange that first morning to put on clothes, but in time she grew used to it. She managed affairs of state with Jon, but she cared very little for politics and decisions about where to build new villages or what to do about bandits on the trade roads. Her mind had been on the walk she took, and the walk Cersei would soon have to take.
She had dreamt all of her life of being in these chambers as the Queen, and now that it had happened she didn't feel right here. She felt out of place in affairs of state. There was something missing now when previously she had been so that she was on the right path to her destiny to rule over all of Westeros. She was technically no longer regent, and even though Jon tried to involve her in decisions, Daenerys didn't trust her judgment. She knew she was going mad, and she felt it best if she left the council before she suggested something that would harm the kingdom.
She revisited Melisandre in her chambers to ask about these strange feelings. She did not know why she was so disconnected from her duties. Melisandre reminded her of a spider that was waiting in their web and expected the fly to walk in.
"You felt it was too easy?" the witch asked the question that was on Daenery's mind. "What did you expect? With a dragon that could consume an entire city and the most elite warriors protecting you. The experience was incomplete," she said.
Daenerys acknowledged what the witch had told her. She knew that was true in her heart. "Why did you stop going to the dungeon?" she asked.
Melisandre offered her an icy smile like she was a child who didn't understand anything. "I was done. I am reborn and renewed and in the Red God's graces," she said.
"There were times you look like you enjoyed it," Daenerys observed.
"There were times you looked like you envied me," Melisandre said.
"I checked. There is no way you could see me through the mirror," Daenerys insisted.
"I see beyond this world into other worlds, do you really think a parlor trick like a one-way mirror can fool me?" Melisandre looked slightly insulted to be underestimated. I see you for who you really are and inside your soul. Your madness and your guilt are like Offa. They pull your chains and stretch your tits but from the inside instead of your flesh. You wish to be free of them, but you also enjoy the torment," Melisandre said.
"That isn't true," Daenerys didn't enjoy going mad.
"You keep underestimating my vision," Melisandre was confident she knew what she was talking about. "You may not realize it, but your madness is a comfort to you. You make a rash choice or send someone to their death, and you can blame madness. Your guilt is what hurts you the most. You see the dead still. You see the eyes you closed?" she asked the question, but the Witch already knew that Daenerys saw the eyes of the fallen in King's Landing in her dreams.
"Not just here but the slaves who were crucified by the Master's in Mireen as a warning to me," Daenerys admitted. She saw a child nailed to a cross once, and the image had never left her mind. The Old Masters thought to make examples by creating a path of these cruel crucifixions all along the route Daenerys and her Unsullied had to take to the city.
"You want it to end?" the Witch asked like it might be a simple matter and she was putting Daenerys out of her misery.
"Tell me how!" the Queen implored her.
"You have already abdicated your throne. Yet you attend small council meetings. That must end," Melisandre said.
The Queen was happy to agree to that.
"You must go to Offa and suffer. When he has taught you what you must learn then you will know what to do next," Melisandre said with a finality in her tone that suggested she was done speaking.
The Queen asked if she would ever return to politics.
"You will know what you must do after you visit Offa," Melisandre looked confused that the Queen was still here asking questions. She had already told her what she must do.
At first, Dany was reluctant, and she spent the night with wicked dreams of the tales she had been told by the whores. In her dream, she was in the barn strung up by a brute of a farmer and his clod son. They were laughing as they wrapped the coarse rope around her tits and lifted her up off the ground. They shoved a carrot up her ass and made her wiggle obscenely while the clod hung from her pussy lips and stretched them. Then she was riding Drogon over a Hag's Mire, and she burned it to the ground as vengeance, and the clod and his father burned and cursed her name. In another dream, the great horse god of the Dothraki mounted her and fucked her as if she were the entire world. His cock filled her completely from her pussy to her throat until she could not breathe, and yet she did.
In her belly was a child, and she was pregnant. She was naked and afraid and walking through the wilderness as children beat her with whips and cords. They laughed and chased the pregnant Queen through the woods. They all had light blonde hair like hers. They were her many children, and they teased and tormented her. They poked her with sticks until one by one. They began to grab her and bite into her flesh. Several of them bit into her great massive tits and began to suckle her breast milk and then she awoke in a puddle of sweat feeling as if she had just run as fast she ever ran and had not slept at all.
The Queen got out of bed, and without putting on a gown, left her chambers. Her ladies in waiting followed her offering her a robe, and she stopped to put it on in the hall just outside her chamber in front of a King's Guard.
Then she turned and headed for the dungeons where she found Ser Davos.
"Ah, my Queen. Things have been rather lonely down here for Offa since your walk," he joked as he was in good spirits. The dungeon held a few petty criminals, but no one was being tortured and screaming.
"Is Offa here?" she asked.
"Yes, he sleeps here," he pointed to the brute. Offa had never spoken to the Queen. He was ugly and brutish with gnarled muscles and a bald head. He bowed his head in respect to her.
The Queen stripped off her clothes and told him to follow her. She entered Melisandre's old cell and shut the wooden door.
She stood there, waiting for him to do something. Offa waited for instruction as he gazed at the beautiful Queen.
"Punish me as you did Melisandre," the Queen ordered as if that should have been obvious.
Offa didn't question his orders or her sanity. He threw her against the wall and chained her up. Daenerys didn't think he threw her hard enough. The brick scratched her back, but he had taken care not to really hurt her.
"I won't break. I may look made of porcelain, but you can handle me like you would a whore," she offered her torturer.
She was letting him do anything he wanted to her. Even as simple-minded as Offa was, he knew that if he did something SHE did want that he might suffer for it, so he was cautious. It was a natural reaction.
Offa spread the Queen's legs and began to pull and stretch her pussy lips and slipped his hand into her asshole. He didn't start with two fingers or lubricate his hand. He punched it into her asshole, and the Queen screamed in agony as he pushed his hand in further and grabbed loose balls of turd within her asshole. He pulled them out and spread them across her face. He used tongs to pull her tits and stretch her nipples. He made her lick his fingers clean.
"You cunt!" he had been silent for the first hour of the Queen's torture, but he began to speak to her like she was nothing. "You come down here and ask for this treatment? What kind of deviant pig are you?" he smacked her face and spat on her. The Queen found it brutal but strangely arousing. She wanted to retaliate. How dare this man strike his Queen!! Yet, at the same time, she found it exhilarating that anyone would dare.
"What are you?" he said as he chained her feet apart and began whipping her asshole and cunt.
"I am a pig!" she said.
"Queen Dan-hair-ass, First of her cunt, Fucker of Pigs, Protector of the Shit, Ruler of Nothing," He fingered her pussy and told her to sniff that smelly snatch. "Only a wicked cunt gets turned on by this treatment! You are a wicked little bitch. You've only known privilege while you look down from your towers on us little maggots in the street, now you are a maggot with me down here in the disgusting shit you would never dare stick your dainty little toes in," he stuck his cock in her mouth and thrust it all the way to the base. Daenerys choked and gagged, and he chuckled sadistically. "You have so much to learn! I can't wait to teach you to be my little whore! You've made a mistake. I bet you regret letting me own your little ass now! It isn't so easy on this side of the mirror, is it, you little bitch?" he kept throat fucking her and making her spit up as he chuckled at the Queen's discomfort.
Offa didn't cum. He seldom ever did. He made her lick his dirty, hairy nut sack before turning around and spreading his ass cheeks for her. His asshole looked like a dark brown zero puckered between the hairs of his ass. "Go on, lick! or I'll shit on your face, you cow!" he shoved her face into his ass and made her stick her tongue all the way down his dirty hole! "Ah yes, Queen tongue on my slick shit hole!" he farted in her face.
The Queen nearly gagged again. "I am just getting warmed up, your Cuntress!" he forced her upon the Spanish horse. Plopping her legs down in the center of the wooden punishment device and placing her legs in the stirrups after binding her hands behind her.
He put a collar around her neck that dangled from a chain and then tightened it to choke her. "If you fall off, you hang yourself!" he cooed with delight as he kicked the stirrups out from under her feet. Her own body weight forced her to fall hard on her inner pussy lips, and clit hood and the Queen cried out in anguish.
"I can't wait to butt fuck that tight little ass!" He slapped her face and tits hard. The Queen didn't like it. She flinched, "Ooh, don't like it? That is my lowest pain setting, Let me show you how hard I hit that little girl you sent down here yesterday to be my Toy," he said of Sabina as he struck the Queen full in the mouth with his closed fist.
He beat and choked the Queen and tortured her all afternoon while calling her a Cunt and making her answer to it. Once he had her "Warmed arm," he brought out the fire sticks that Melisandre liked so much. "She is a Red Witch, and the fire warmed her skin. They call you the unburned, let us see if that is true," he said as he lit two torches and let them hover close to the Queen's body while she was bound tightly and spread in an exposed manner.
"Your skin does not burn," he put the fire close to her tits. "Let us see if that holds true for your asshole?" he put the fire to her asshole, and she squirmed, but the fire did not burn her. "Amazing," he choked her with one hand, and when she gasped for air by opening her mouth wide, he stuck one of the lit torches in her mouth. Her tongue did not burn.
"If fire does not burn, I wonder if Ice would freeze? Too bad I don't have any, cunt! I do have leeches , though. Are you hungry for dinner?" he turned around from a table where he prepared the creepy crawly bugs and showed the Queen the brown slimy creatures crawling on his fingers. He put them in her pussy, in her mouth, and on her asshole. He put two on her tits. They bit in hard and started to suck her blood. He left them there while he heated a pair of metal tongs the fire pit he used to light the torches.
"If Fire does not burn will heat bother you?" he mused once the tongs were red hot. "If I had a proper blacksmith stove, I could stoke the fire white hot, but this will do. Even Melisandre' would have burned if I had used this much heat," he showed her the tongs before letting them hover over her tits. The two slugs that were thriving on her pink nipples melted away and died in close proximity of the heat.
Offa tossed stuffed their bodies in her pussy. "You'll eat these after I finish stretching your nipples" he grunted through black stained teeth. He put the metal to the Queen's flesh. She felt the heat, and it did burn, but it didn't sear her flesh. Offa stretched her nipples, and she cried out. As she did, he grabbed her tongue with his fingers and pulled it at length. He used a pair of pliers to force her tongue out of her mouth as he gagged her.
There was another point where he bound her tits with tight ropes. He tied the cords tightly around her breasts so that they constricted the blood flow and turned slightly red. He made her fuck herself on a wooden pole while her knees were forced apart in a metal apparatus and her hands were behind her back. The Queen was utterly powerless, and she had allowed herself to be in that situation. Her pussy was wet, and she was aroused, but she had experienced mostly pain, discomfort, and humiliation. There had been no time for Dany to process why she was aroused. She had goosebumps on the back of her neck, and her nipples were rock hard. Daenerys felt that what she was allowed to happen to her was wrong and perverse on many levels, but there was something magical about the fact that it was no longer her choice right now. She began to cum and writhe, and just as she hit the peak of her orgasm, she sprayed cunt juice everywhere and screamed in ecstasy.
Offa made her get her on her knees with her hands bound behind her back and her tits still bound tightly and lick up every drop of her cunt 'droppings' as he called it from the grimy, slick dungeon floor.
The Queen remained in his charge for 6 hours. He fucked her in every hole. He fingered her. He gagged her, he whipped her, he tried to burn her, he pulled and twisted her nipples. He tried to pull her pussy lips out. He forced objects up her ass. He made her eat living and dead slugs and leeches. He pissed on her face. He came in her freshly shorn hair and made her eat it. He made her drink her own piss and even eat her own shit. He led her around the dungeon like a dog on a leash, caged and bound her and generally humiliated and used the Queen like a fuck rag.
"Thank you, Offa, that is quite enough," she said abruptly when he was ramming a wooden rod up her ass while stretching out her cunt.
"What? You don't' tell me when you've had enough," Offa wasn't used to being told to stop.
"I do," the Queen looked at him imperiously, and Offa realized his guest could mean trouble for him if he didn't stop now. He helped her off the wooden pole.
"I will return," she promised as she wiped herself off and quickly got dressed. She was sweaty, bruised, and thoroughly exhausted from the experience both mentally and physically. It had been an emotional rollercoaster, and her body was overwhelmed with pain and some pleasure.
"Yes, my Queen," Offa stood in the dungeon, unsure of what just happened or why she would come back.
As she left the dungeon to return to the Court, the Queen instructed Ser Davos Seaworthy without offering any explanation "Have Offa's tongue removed by tomorrow."
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