Daenerys plays her role (MF, dubcon)

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 **** 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 **** herself to stay still and let him **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 get out of here