A Walk of Shame

The electrical, intoxicating pureness of that constant cycle of orgasms made everything else she had ever experienced, every food, every drink, every joke laughed at, and every night she'd ever spent with a man feel utterly and completely worthless by comparison. So it was excruciatingly jarring when the feeling suddenly...stopped. Dany looked up, the crone was standing up straight again, her expression deadly serious. "That is enough," she said, simply. "The people of Khal Moro's great and mighty Khalasar have seen the truth of you, Dragon Queen. They have seen your body, and they have seen your true self. The greedy whore who drinks and drinks of the wine named pleasure, who begs for it to never stop. Look down, at the floor beneath you," She gestured to where Dany was sitting.

Dany slowly looked down, and saw the ground she had been sat on was sodden, the soil soaked, the grass dripping with her juices. She had come and come, again and again, so furiously she had made the ground beneath her damp and slick.

"The Dragon Queen is kind enough to water the grasses for us!" The crone remarked, and at this, the crowd laughed. "Mayhaps if we carry her around and fingered her cunny for fifty years, we might water the whole of the Dothraki Sea!" Khal Moro yelled. At this, another torrent of laughter. Dany felt sick. They had seen her...like that, mad with ecstasy and begging for that woman's awful, crooked fingers to keep pleasuring her. Waves of pleasure had now turned to waves of shame, and she looked about dumbly, unable to think of anything to say. "I...I..." she trailed off, nothing was coming to her. Her head was empty.

The crone clapped, and the Bloodriders' wives finally released Dany. She immediately snapped her legs shut, and covered her breasts as best she could, looking pitifully up at the crone. "One more thing, Dragon Queen," She said. She turned and pointed somewhere out of sight, behind the crowd. Dutifully, the assembled people of the Khalasar moved aside to accomodate the gesture. "See there?" The crone continued. Dany followed her finger and saw a large, fabric tent on the other side of the camp. "That can be your shelter, you need only walk there."

Dany nodded slowly, unable to think of the simplest retort. She waited a few moments, expecting a robe or some sort of covering to be brought to her, but nothing came. Dany looked down at herself, then back at the crone. "Like...like this?"

"Like that," she answered. "Go. Now."

Dany thought of refusing, but not only did she no other options at present, she feared what terrible punishment might be visited upon her if she refused. So, shaking all the while, she rose unsteadily to her feet. Once she was standing, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other and tried standing in various ways to keep her pussy out of sight, to no avail.

Eventually, she resorted to thrusting a hand down between her legs, shielding most of it from view. She tried her best to ignore the wetness between her thighs, sharp and cold on her fingertips, the throbbing of her crotch, the ache of her breasts and buttocks; the humiliation would be over at last, if she could just make it a few dozen yards to the tent. She took one awkward, mincing step forward, then another, then a series of staggering shuffles. Then, she felt herself beginning to pick up the pace, becoming steadier on her feet. Hugging herself tightly, with the arm she was using to cover her bosom, she began to walk through the crowd, feeling eyes on her all the way. She was almost out and through to the other side, when someone — she didn't see who — reached out and touched her lightly on the arm.

Dany looked down at the place where she'd been touched, beginning to feel a familiar buzzing in her crotch. "Oh," she said. "Oh...no..." Before she could do anything else, a lightning bolt of pleasure struck her where she stood. She was out before she hit the floor, collapsing in what the people of the Khalasar would likely agree was the world's most attractive heap. The crone — watching all the while — laughed, long and loud.