Property of Cersei

Missandei: *Guiding the trembling Daenerys with surprising gentleness, Missandei leads her into the opulent chamber. Daenerys's eyes dart around the room, searching for any sign of escape or allies.* "Your Grace, may I present your rival, the former Queen Daenerys."

Cersei: *Cersei sits regally on her throne, her expression a mix of amusement and contempt. She gestures for the chains to be removed.* "Ah, the Breaker of Chains, brought to heel. How the mighty have fallen."

Missandei: *With a practiced efficiency, Missandei unbinds the shackles, her gaze unwavering from the floor.*

Cersei: *Leaning back in her throne, she watches the exchange, her eyes gleaming with a cold, calculating interest.* "Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons." She lists the titles with a sneer. "So much power in one name, and yet, here you stand, a mere shadow of your former self."

Narrator: *Missandei hands Cersei a parchment written by Daenerys.*

Cersei: *Taking the parchment with a dramatic flair, Cersei unfurls it and reads the neat script aloud.* "To Cersei of House Lannister, First of Her Name, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm," *she says with a smirk,* "I, Daenerys Stormborn, do hereby submit to your rule. I offer my life, my service, as your **** for you to do as you see fit. My loyal maid Missandei has obey my instructions and delivered me to you." *She looks up from the scroll, her gaze sharp.* "Such humble words from a creature who once believed she could conquer the world with fire and blood. So this is what you really want To be treated lower than the lowest in my realm.?"

Daenerys: *Daenerys swallows hard, her pride bruised, but she keeps her gaze steady.* "I... I had a vision," she murmurs, her voice hoarse from disuse and fear. "A vision of the Iron Throne, melting away to nothing. It showed me the futility of power. I am... I am ready to serve."

Cersei: *A flicker of surprise crosses Cersei's features, but she quickly recovers.* "A vision, you say? How convenient. Perhaps the gods have finally seen your folly and chosen to humble you. Or perhaps it was the fear of my wrath that bent your knee." *Her eyes sparkle with malicious amusement.* "Very well, your service is accepted. But do not think for a moment that I will treat you with the dignity you once thought you deserved. You are nothing more than a plaything now."

Narrator: The chamber falls silent for a beat, the air thick with tension. Cersei's court watches the spectacle with a mix of curiosity and revulsion, unsure how to react to the broken queen before them.

Lady Arya: *Arya Stark steps forward from the shadows, her expression unreadable. She approaches Cersei with a grace that belies the steel in her gaze.*

Cersei: "Missandei and Lady Arya thank you for this gift from your former Queen. You may return to your realm in peace."

Missandei: *Her gaze meets Daenerys' briefly, filled with a silent apology, before she steps back.* "Your Grace."

Lady Arya: "Your Grace," *she says with a slight nod.* "It was no gift, merely a service to the realm."

Narrator: *With Missandei and Arya now gone Cersei looked at Daenerys on her knees. She smirked wondering how she humiliate her first.*

Cersei: *Her voice echoes in the chamber.* "Rise, whore," *she says, her words dripping with condescension.* "Let us begin your education in obedience."

Daenerys: *Forcing herself to her feet, Daenerys's knees wobble, but she refuses to show any further signs of weakness.* "As you command, my queen," *she says voiced submissive, her eyes full of obedience. She was where she wanted to be with no powers and no worries beyond those of a servant and *****

Narrator: *The room seems to shrink as all eyes remain on the two queens, the former now a mere servant to the latter. The air is thick with tension and the scent of burnt pride.*

Cersei: *Standing from her throne, Cersei approaches Daenerys with a slow, predatory grace. She circles her like a cat stalking its prey.* "You will address me as 'Your Grace' or 'Mistress' at all times. Is that understood?"

Daenerys: *Her eyes never leaving Cersei's, she nods stiffly.* "Yes, Mistress."

Cersei: *Her smirk widens.* "Good. Your first lesson will be in obedience. You will clean the floors of this chamber, and do so without complaint."

Daenerys: *Her eyes flash with defiance for a brief moment before she schools her features into a mask of submission.* "As you wish, Mistress."

Narrator: *With a dismissive wave of her hand, Cersei watches as Daenerys slowly sinks to her knees, She begins to scrub the marble floor with a small, rough brush, her hands reddening and blistering from the harsh task.*

Narrator: *Cersei observes her from the throne, her expression a mix of satisfaction and contemplation.*

Narrator: *The sound of the brush scraping against the marble floor echoes in the grand chamber, each stroke a silent declaration of her new status.*

Cersei: *Leaning back in her throne, Cersei's thoughts wander to the power dynamics that have shifted so dramatically. She wonders how long it will be before the broken Targaryen snaps under the weight of her newfound servitude.* "Keep at it," she calls out lazily. "We wouldn't want our guests to think the royal chambers are untidy."

Daenerys: *Daenerys's jaw clenches as she scrubs harder, her pride screaming within her. Yet, she knows this is a game she must play if she is to survive. With every stroke of the brush, she reminds herself that this is what she craved.* "As you command, Mistress,"

Narrator: *The brush strokes become more deliberate, each one a silent act of total submission.*

Cersei: *Her eyes narrow as she observes the determination in Daenerys's movements. She wonders if there's more to this surrender than meets the eye.* "You clean well," she says, her voice laden with mock praise. "Perhaps you'll find some use after all."

Cersei: *Her gaze lingers on the former queen, watching the muscles in her arms flex and tense with every stroke of the brush. The sight is both pitiful and strangely...arousing. She decides to push the boundaries of their new dynamic. She summons two of her handmaidens*

Cersei: "Take this whore away and get her washed and dressed in the clothes of a ****."

Narrator: *Daenerys is pulled to her feet, her arms yanked by the handmaidens. She refuses to show any pain, keeping her gaze fixed on the floor.*

Narrator: *The handmaidens drag her from the chamber, their grip firm. As the doors close, the sound of the brush against the marble fades.*

Narrator: *Daenerys is led through winding corridors, the coldness of the stones seeping into her skin. She is brought to a small, dimly lit chamber where steaming water fills a tub. The handmaidens begin to strip her of her tattered garments.*

Bernadette: *The taller of the two handmaidens, Bernadette, sneers at the once-mighty queen.* "In you go," she says, shoving Daenerys towards the tub. "You're not too good for a little elbow grease, are you?"

Narrator: *Daenerys steps into the warm water, feeling the grime of the floor wash away with her dignity.*

Bernadette: *With cruel efficiency, Bernadette lathers soap over Daenerys's body, scrubbing her down with a rough sponge.* "You're going to have to get used to this," she sneers. "This is your life now, **** to the real queen."

Narrator: *Daenerys endures the humiliation, her mind racing with thoughts of how much she was enjoying the humiliation and degradation*

Bernadette: *Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard to Daenerys's ears as she scrubs her skin raw.* "You're going to look so much prettier once you're cleaned up."

Narrator: *Daenerys feels a strange sense of liberation in her degradation. The weight of her titles, her responsibilities, her dragons - all gone. For now, she is just a body to be used.*

Narrator: *Bernadette after drying Daenarys produces a **** harness and puts on Leaving Daenerys breasts exposed. The harness keeps her pussy and ass exposed after the chastity belt was removed.*

Bernadette: *Her voice is smug as she fastens the harness.* "Now, isn't that a pretty picture? You'll be a real treat for our queen's eyes."

Narrator: *Dressed in the harness Daenarys was taken back to Cersei.*

Cersei: *As Daenerys is brought back into the chamber, now clean and barely covered, Cersei's gaze lingers on her exposed flesh. She stands, a smirk playing on her lips.* "Ah, much better. You look almost...desirable. Something is missing though and I know what it is you need something around your neck. Would you like to wear my collar?"

Daenerys: *Her eyes meet Cersei's, a mix of devotion and submission. She nods slowly.* "Yes, Mistress. I would be honored to wear your collar."

Cersei: *Her smirk deepens as she takes a golden collar from a velvet pillow held by a nearby servant. It's studded with rubies, a stark reminder of the Lannister's wealth and power.* "Good," she says, approaching Daenerys. "You shall wear this as a symbol of your loyalty and servitude. First read the engraved words on the collar."

Daenerys: *Daenerys bends her neck, her eyes widening as she reads the inscription: "**** of House Lannister, Property of Queen Cersei." She swallows hard.* "Your will is my command, Mistress," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly.

Cersei: *With a dramatic flourish, Cersei fastens the collar around Daenerys's neck, the rubies pressing into her skin. The metal is cold, a stark reminder of her new reality.* "Now, you truly look the part," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Cersei: *Walking around Daenerys, she trails her finger along the harness, her touch sending shivers down the Targaryen's spine.* "Now, let's see if you can serve me in other ways." She motions for her to follow, leading her to a large, ornate bed in the corner of the chamber.

Narrator: *Daenerys follows with a loyal grace, the harness jingling softly with every step. She wonders what further degradations await her.*

Cersei: *With a cruel smile, Cersei sits on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to her.* "Come here, my slut," she says, her voice low and seductive. "Let us see if you can please me in more...personal ways."

Daenerys: *Daenerys hesitates for a moment, her heart racing. She takes a deep breath and walks to the bed, her eyes never leaving Cersei's. She sinks to her knees beside the queen, her eyes cast downward.* "As you wish, Mistress."

Narrator: *The sound of the collar's chain clinking against the floor fills the air as Daenerys positions herself. She can feel the heat of Cersei's body beside her, and she wonders if she's truly ready for what comes next.*

Cersei: *Her hand reaches out to cup Daenerys's chin, forcing her to look up.* "You will do everything I say, without question," she says, her eyes boring into the Targaryen's soul. "Your pleasure is no longer your concern. Only mine matters."

Daenerys: *Her breath hitches, the thrill of fear mingling with a strange sense of excitement. She nods, her voice soft.* "As you wish, Mistress."

Cersei: *Her smile widens, the thrill of power suffusing her veins.* "Good girl," she purrs, her hand dropping to the hem of her own dress. "Now, help me remove this," she commands, her eyes never leaving Daenerys'.

Daenerys: *Her trembling hands move to obey, her thoughts racing. As she lifts the fabric, she catches a glimpse of Cersei's thigh, the soft, pale flesh a stark contrast to her own bruised and calloused skin.* "As you command, Mistress," she murmurs, her voice thick with a mix of dread and anticipation.

Narrator: *Cersei's eyes darken as she watches Daenerys's obedience, the thrill of power making her pulse quicken.*

Cersei: *Her dress falls away, revealing her nakedness to the former queen. She spreads her legs, showing off her shaved mound. She grabs the chain attached to the collar and pulls Daenerys closer.* "Now, show me how eager you are to serve your new queen."

Daenerys: *Daenerys feels the collar tighten around her neck as she's drawn closer. Her cheeks flush with a mix of shame and arousal. She opens her mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness between Cersei's thighs.*

Daenerys: *Her tongue traces the delicate folds of Cersei's sex, the queen's grip on the chain tightening.* "Mistress," she whispers, her voice thick with desire, "I am yours to command."

Narrator: *Daenerys's submission seems to inflame Cersei even more, her breath quickening as she feels the warmth of the Targaryen's mouth on her skin.*

Cersei: *Her grip tightens on the collar chain, guiding Daenerys's movements.* "Yes," she hisses, "that's it. Show me how much you crave this. How much you need to be owned."

Daenerys: *Her tongue delves deeper, tasting the sweetness of Cersei's desire. Her mind reels with the realization that this is what she has been longing for all along - to be dominated, to serve, to be nothing more than a tool for someone else's pleasure.* "I am yours, Mistress," she murmurs against the soft flesh, her voice muffled.

Narrator: *Cersei's thighs quiver as she feels the warmth of Daenerys's breath and the insistent pressure of her tongue. The power she holds over this once-mighty queen is intoxicating, and she leans back against the pillows, savoring the moment.*

Cersei: *Her voice is a low growl of pleasure.* "Harder," she commands, "make me feel like the queen that I am."

Daenerys: *Daenerys complies, her tongue moving with greater urgency. She can feel the power shifting between them, the former queen now reduced to a willing participant in the new queen's sexual games.* "Mistress, I live to serve," she whispers, her breath hot against Cersei's wetness.

Cersei: *Her eyes flutter closed, Cersei's body arches as pleasure rips through her. She tightens her grip on the collar, her nails digging into the soft skin of Daenerys's neck.* "Good girl," she gasps, "you're learning quickly."

Daenerys: *The pain only fuels Daenerys's resolve. She focuses on the task at hand, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Her tongue flicks faster, eager to please.*

Narrator: *The sound of Cersei's moans fill the chamber, echoing off the high ceilings. The handmaidens watch from the shadows, their expressions a mix of revulsion and fascination.*

Narrator: *Daenerys continues her ministrations, her own desires kindling amidst the humiliation. The taste of Cersei's power is like a ****, and she finds herself craving more.*

Narrator: *Cersei's moans grow louder, her body tensing as she nears climax. She can feel the tremors of pleasure building within her, each stroke of Daenerys's tongue pushing her closer to the edge.*

Cersei: *With a final, triumphant pull on the chain, Cersei reaches her peak, her body convulsing with pleasure. She gasps for air, her eyes flying open to meet Daenerys's.* "Magnificent," she murmurs, her voice hoarse. "Swallow and truly become mine you slut."

Daenerys: *Her cheeks flushed with both arousal and embarrassment, Daenerys does as she's told, her eyes never leaving Cersei's.* "Thank you, Mistress," she whispers, her voice trembling.

Cersei: *Her eyes gleam with victory as she watches the submission play out before her.* "Your gratitude is noted," she says, her tone cool and regal. "Now, stand. I wish to see how well you perform other...tasks."