Daenerys Targaryen

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Much like Cersei, Daenerys mixed a little bit of her book appearance, a little bit of her show appearance, and a little bit of Rob's imagined, idealized version - tall and willowy, with a larger than average bust, and strikingly beautiful facial features. Aquiline and noble curves, highlighted by sparkling amethyst eyes and silvery-white hair.

Said beautiful face was stricken in shock, as she saw Cersei on her knees, tits wrapped around Rob's cock, unsure how to process any of this. Who this stranger was, why Cersei was debasing herself, or even her poor fortune to walk in on someone in the middle of such a carnal act. Daenerys stared, unblinking, for several moments, before she managed a small, "Sorry," and began to make her retreat, taking a step backward.

"Hold up there, Dany." Rob sprung into action, pushing Cersei aside (the blonde and Rob's cock whimpering in protest), and drawing out the hypnotic pendant again. Even at such a far distance, it began to pulse with arcane light, rays spreading across the room. "I think there's been a misunderstanding. You came to talk? Please, stay and let's talk."

Daenerys paused in her retreat, the light passing by her eyes, as she nodded. "Right, talk. I wanted to talk." She said, words slurring slightly, as she moved into the room, closing the door behind her. "Cersei, I want to talk..." she repeated. "I want to talk, talk about Westeros. We need to-"

"Nuh huh huh, sweetie." Rob interrupted, waving the jewel on it's chain, waggling it like a lure. "You don't need to talk with Cersei. You need to talk with me. I need to talk to you." Rob began to walk backwards, slowly and with measured steps, never moving too far away from Daenerys, never letting her stray from the light.

Daenerys staggered forward, following the man and his pretty stone, questions dancing upon the edge of her mind. Who was he? What did he want to talk about? Why did she let him talk down to her, demean her like that? How did he get into Cersei's room? And where did he get that beautiful, pretty jewel from? They bubbled up and then popped, flimsy as soap suds, as she took another step, falling further into the blaring orange light cast by the stone.

Rob led Daenerys into the room, eventually setting her down on the chaise lounge he originally found Cersei in. He held the pendant at level with her eyes, Daenerys silently and dimly staring at it with her glowing orange eyes. "Now, just sit back and listen while I speak, okay Dany?" Rob said.

"Okay..." Her voice came out low and breathy, head lolling back against the edge of her seat.

Cersei had recovered from her earlier disappointment, watching the scene play out with eager glee, slowly stroking her clit. "Mmm, wonderful... you're going to turn her into a whore, too, aren't you, Master?"

"Yes. But, I also have something a bit more twisted in mind for this one."

Rob had done his homework, reading upon the exploits of Daenerys and the others in this world. And, much like in her own universe, Daenerys was a staunch champion against the evils of slavery and human trafficking, donating vast sums of her personal wealth in order to further her cause. Though Rob may be a gigantic pervert, he did understand the distinction between the horrors of real life slavery and his own fetishistic, fantastical version of it. And soon, Daenerys would appreciate those distinctions, too.

"Listen to me, Daenerys Targaryen." Rob pronounced, smoothly and confidently. "Cersei is my ****. She is happy to be my ****. You too, will be my ****. You will be happy to be a ****. Women are happy to be slaves."

The moment "****" left Rob's tongue, Daenerys's body clenched violently, growing tighter and tighter the more Rob spoke. Not enough to break the enchantment, though, even as Daenerys managed to seethe out a "No..." through gnashed teeth.

"Yes." Rob countered, immediately, forcibly. "Women deep down want to submit and obey. The problem is that the so-called masters of the world are woefully incapable."

"Slavery is wrong..." Daenerys muttered, body relaxing only slightly.

"Slavery is wrong because the slavers are wrong. **** and **** and terror are wrong. Women deserve better."

"Women deserve better..." Daenerys agreed, tension melting away, as she let out a deep breath.

"Women deserve happiness, pleasure, wealth, and love."

"Happiness... pleasure... wealth... love..."

"Slaves deserve happiness, pleasure, wealth, and love."

"Happiness... pleasure... wealth... love... slaves... deserve it..."

"Very good." Rob was happy with the progress he was making, but he knew he had to push Dany even further than he did Cersei. Turning a Queen into a whore was easy compared to turning the Breaker of Chains into... this.

"Slavery is joy. Slavery is love." Rob stated, earning only a indistinct mumble from his victim. "Repeat it, ****!"

"Slavery is joy, slavery is love..." Daenerys whispered in a dull, distant voice. Good. She responded to being referred to as a ****.

"You are my ****, Daenerys. You will be loved for and taken care of. You will have everything you ever desire."

"I am..." Daenerys's head bobbed loosely, back and forth. "I am..." She hummed to herself, skin flushed, as the light grew brighter and brighter. "...am your ****. Everything I desire... as your ****..."

"Repeat: I am a ****. I will obey. I will submit. I love my Master."

"I am a ****... I obey... I submit... I love my Master..."

And now, for the next level, as the jewel reacted to Rob's desires, unleashing a burning radiance over Daenerys, who let out a low moan. She sank further into the fabric of the longue, legs practically liquid as the dangled on the floor. Rob could see her nipples protruding from her dress.

"But it's not enough for you to be a ****, Daenerys Targaryen." Rob stated in a harsh, accusatory tone. "I know your secret. I know the truth."

Daenerys's glowing orange eyes were empty, bereft of thought, mindlessly staring into the shining jewel. A thin line of drool ran down her face. Her mind, her thoughts, her memories, and personality were entirely open for Rob to rewrite as he saw fit.

"All those years you rallied against slavery, you secretly longed for men like me to rise up." Rob explained, fabricating a new life for the once ardent crusader. "You wanted a Master to take you and own you, to provide for you. You wanted women to be enslaved. To be showered in love, pleasure, wealth, and happiness in exchange for their free will. You know not all women are meant to submit, but so many desperately want a powerful, handsome man to take charge of their lives. Your crusade against slavery was to end this current barbaric system, and replace it with one based on consensual love and obedience.

"I know who you really are, Daenerys Targaryen: you are a slutty ****, a blackhearted bitch, a wicked whore, a vile visionary. You are **** and mistress, all in one, and you want to change the world. Obey me, sell me your soul, and I will give it to you."

Daenerys listened to the entire speech with nary a reaction, staring and drooling like an invalid. Rob pulled the stone away from her, light dying down, as his words echoed infinitely within her, warping her mind and soul to Rob's perverted ideal. Transforming the bleeding heart reformer and idealist into a cruel, domineering, misogynistic ****.

Orange turned back into purple, Daenerys blinked rapidly, returning to conscious thought.