Does Dany put up a fight?

Gods, yes

The tub was pandemonium. Dany had tried to submerge herself completely, in the vain hope that she might somehow evade the grasping hands of the Bloodriders. Instead what happened was that she moved forward through a forest of legs, then felt hands on her ankles and arms, and was dragged back to the surface of the water, like some unsuspecting fish caught on a lure.

Two Bloodriders had her, the others groped and squeezed whatever they could get their hands on. One copped a handful of tit, and she gasped as the rough fingers played over her nipple. The two who had her arms and legs were at either end of her as they carried her, the one who was holding her ankles was ensconced between her legs as they moved out of the water, looking right up her snatch as they went. The other was keeping her arms pinned above her head, so that her breasts jiggled with every step they took.

"Let go! Let go of me!" Dany yelled, but the Bloodriders took no notice. As she was dragged out of the water, The Elder walked up and smiled. "A fine view of the Dragon Queen, perhaps instead of making you walk back, we should just keep you like this, hm?"

The Bloodriders who were holding her responded enthusiastically to this, and so they began to make their way back toward the Camp, the others in the group gathering up the horses and forming a procession, headed up by the nude Daenerys Targaryen.