She gives herself to him, eventually. (MF, bondage, )

With the little strength she had, with the little movement she could make, she pulled away. She was Daenerys Targaryen, the last of her family, Mother of Dragons, and heir to the Iron Throne. She was no ****, she was not weak, and this pathetic slaver would not break her.

Daenerys scream was muffled as she was dropped, left to hang by her own weight once again. The door shut and once again she was alone with her agony.

Three days? Four? Five? She could not tell, could not remember. They had come to let her drink once, splashing the barest hints of water across her lips. Enough to keep her alive and suffering.

He came again as he had every day, a respite to her suffering. He was strong and stiff and he held her, his hands roamed over her exposed body as she clung to him letting her arms rest.

They were not like her, they were slavers, they did not value life. They would let her die here. She was Daenerys Targaryen, the last of her family, Mother of Dragons, rightful heir to the Iron Throne. She could not die here.

It was then she had decided to not pull away. When the man's cock grew, swelled, and pressed against her cunt she did not twist away, she let him slid up against her, she shifted her weight and moaned as he entered her. Her cunt spread for his girth and gripped his cock.

The pressure of his cock inside her hurt, tore in her insides and her resolve. But it was better than hanging, better than being left to die. She moaned as he slid inside her. She did not pull away this time. Instead, she squeezed him closer. It was better this way.

It was only sex, a primal at that act that meant nothing. She could bid her time, find her power again as she had done with Khal Drogo.

Thankfully he had covered his cock with some sort of oil. Slick and wet the first inch of his cock slid into her with relative ease. The pressure, the feeling of her cunt spreading for him hurt, but it was a different kind of pain than what she had been suffering through, it was almost pleasant.

She held back the moan as he penetrated her, violated her. He grunted into her ear as he moved. Slowly at first, rolling his hips up and down, dragging his cock against the insides of her cunt.

"****," he moaned into her ear. "Queen of nothing," he told her as he drove into her, his body slapped into her from below, making he gasp as she bounced on his cock.

"Queen of slaves, Queen of tight little cunts," he moaned into her ear, as he moved, throwing his hips and up and down, driving himself up and inside her.

By then she could not help but moan in return, pain, pleasure, maybe in pure relief of feeling anything but the chains around her arms. It was better this way, so much better.

She ignored his taunting, his insults as he fucked her. He called her names between thrusts, called her his whore, his ****, but then delighted in telling her how good she felt, how warm and wet and tight her little cunt was. How she was made for fucking. She couldn't respond, couldn't think, she could only moan.

With her eyes still covered, her world still dark, she hung onto the man, her thighs squeezing his hips as he drove himself into her from below. The chains rattled, but they did not hurt.

There was no more pain, only-- Daenerys tried to put those thoughts away, ignored the heat between her legs. The man was relentless in his movements. Slow at first, easing his cock into her cunt, then faster, and always steady.

Strong arms held her up, gripping her thighs and ass, lifting her each time he drove into her. She gasped and moaned and found herself bouncing her body against him.

After being alone for so long, after the constant mind-numbing pain she couldn't help but feel like this was a gift. A chance of not only removing the pain but gaining pleasure.

"Please," she moaned through her gag. She felt herself flush with anger and embarrassment as her cunt clenched around him. She rolled her hips, wishing for him to fuck her harder. She hoped he had not heard her, hoped he had not seen her weakness.

His hand reached between them, one hand still holding her. He was so strong and hard and good.

"Do you want this Daenerys Targaryen?" the man huffed into her ear, his finger pressed against her lower stomach, sending pleasure through her.

Her body bounced against him, her thighs clenching his body. She nodded her head rapidly.

"Do you want this ****?"

She nodded again then felt his fingers press against her clit. Her body clenched, every muscle spasming almost to the point of pain as she came. She shook and moaned, her tongue thrashed against her gag her body jerked against her tormentor driving his cock even deeper inside her.

Her mind reeled as she climaxed, undeniable pleasure washed over her quickly followed by despair. She shook, sobbing as he kept fucking her, driving his cock in and our her aching cunt. Wetness pooled from her cunt coating his cock.

She felt him throb, falter, then stop, his hands digging into her hips, holding her tight as he undoubtedly emptied himself into her. Her sweat-slick body pressed against his, his hands dug tightly into the flesh of her ass. His cock was seated fully inside her, throbbing, filling her with his seed.

The aftershocks of her own release still coursed through her. Her body betrayed her mind, tremors ran through her cunt, squeezing his cock for all it was worth, milking every last ounce of his seed from him.

Weak, defeated, she let out a soft muffled cry as he felt him move inside her, thrusting his hips unevenly as he finally finished coming inside her.

Mother of Dragons, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, she thought ruefully, what was she truly? For the second time in her young life, she had came all over the cock of a man **** her.

His grip on her lessened, the chain above her once again going tight. She whimpered feeling the chain pull on her arms. But this time he did not let her hang, instead, the chains around her arms went slack and she fell to the ground.

Disoriented and weak she fell to her side, she shuddered as she felt the warmth of his cum seep from her well-used cunt. The steel chains pooled in front of her.

The gag in her mouth was pulled free. Daenerys licked her parched lips and sighed, the simple pleasure of being able to closer her mouth nearly overwhelming.

"Mother of Dragons. Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea. You are no more. You are mine, my ****," Kraznys mo Nakloz said with a smile as he looked down at the wrecked girl at his feet.

"I will be a good master, kind and gentle, I will give you pleasure and power you can only dream off." Kraznys knelt beside, "Would you like that Daenerys Targaryen?"

Daenerys kept her head down, still gasping for breath, her body still reeling. She knew what he wanted, he as a **** master, he wanted to break her will.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep or food or water, the torment she had just experienced but some small part of her wanted to give in as well, let him win, if only temporarily. If only to get her out of this room. He had already taken her, **** her, made her cum all over his cock. What was the point of fighting anymore? To stay locked chained and hanging in this tiny cell?

She thought of Drogo then, how she had given in to him. She would have been happy to just be his wife, a Khaleesi and nothing more. She knew if she gave into Kraznys now she might never come back.