A man enters

A hand gently touched Daenerys' thigh, she jerked, then moaned as her arms twisted. Agony coursed through her.

Then another hand grabbed her other leg. Soft fingers dug into her damp skin, then they lifted. Her thighs raised, her bare legs slid up the torso of the man before her. He pulled her close.

Her body pressed against his, her breasts pressed against his chest, her sweat-slick skin slipped across him, and then with his hands on her legs he lifted her even more.

Daenerys screamed as the weight of her body was finally removed from her arms. Blood coursed into her limbs and the dull throbbing pain that had tortured her every waking moment turning into agonizing burning hot pain as her arms came back to life.

But then the weight was gone, her arms went ever so slack, and the agony that had plagued her for who knows how long fell away as this man held her. She let out a dry heaving breathe through her gag and gasped.

The man's hand slipped under her ass, cradling her. Her captor, her torturer, a Good Master of Asatpor no doubt, maybe even Kraznys himself or one of his underlings meant to break her.

He pulled away slightly and she could not stop herself from whimpering. Her heart began to race, she lifted her legs with what little energy she had left and tried to hold him still, hold him close and he stopped. He stood there with her, holding her in his arms, supporting her weight.

She did not care who he was only that he gave her respite from that hell.

Then she felt it, hard and heavy between her legs, growing in length. His hands gently pawed at her, massaging the flesh of her thighs and ass.

He spread her cheeks apart, she gasped and he laughed.

"You wish me to stop, Mother of Dragons? You wish me to leave, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea?" he said his voice a whisper.

Daenerys murmured into her gag and the sound seemed almost alien to her.

She did not want this, but she did not want to be left hanging, she did not want him to let her go.

His cock pressed against her, thick and heavy. It slid across her folds, between her legs, pressed against her as it swelled with blood. Behind her blindfold she closed her eyes and whimpered into her gag.

Gravity pulled her down as if the world itself wanted the man's cock inside her. The sweat that covered every inch of her made her skin flush and slick and her flesh slipped easily against his. The head of his cock, slick and wet pressed against her cunt. The pressure of it pushed her lips apart.

Daenerys clenched her teeth.

He let her sink down slightly, enough to press the head of his cock against her cunt, enough so she could feel the weight of her body return to the arms hanging above her head.

"Mmhh," she moaned into the gag. But the man did not move. He was waiting, letting her choose, she could hang, or she could give herself to him.