New Reality

Arya: *Smirked as Missandei approached the submissive Queen Daenarys with the nipple clamps.* "Oh they will make her look like a real **** for now. However maybe we could give her nipples some piercings soon."

Missandei: *Her dark eyes narrowed slightly at Arya's suggestion, considering the idea.* "Perhaps. But first, let's see how she handles these." She turned back to Daenarys, holding the clamps up with a wicked smile. "Spread your legs wider, Queen. Let everyone see what you truly are."

Daenarys: *Her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as she obeyed Missandei's command. The anticipation of pain made her core throb.* "As you wish, Missandei." Her voice was a soft whisper, a stark contrast to the commanding tone she usually carried.

Missandei: *Missandei slapped Daenarys face hard.* "Its Mistress Missandei you stupid whore and do not forget it."

Daenarys: *Her eyes watered and she nodded meekly, the sting of the slap a sweet reminder of her place.* "I'm sorry, Mistress Missandei. I will remember."

Missandei: *Her smile grew colder, enjoying the power she wielded.* "You will address me correctly from now on, slut." She leaned closer, the scent of her own arousal mingling with the heady perfume that filled the chamber. "Now, hold still." With a quick, precise movement, she attached the clamps to Daenarys's sensitive nipples.

Daenarys: A gasp escaped her lips as the clamps bit into her flesh, a sharp pain that grew into a throb of pleasure. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes locked on Missandei's. The metal was cold against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of her body.

Missandei: "You are going to wear these under your robes when you hold court tomorrow. They will remind you who you belong to whore."

Narrator: *The next day Daenarys held court with Missandei and Arya both smirking with the truth they knew. Daenarys did her best to concentrate on the affairs of the realm but every time she looked at Missandei she was reminded of her secret status.*

Missandei: "Your Grace, the first matter of the day is the petition from the madam of the local brothel."

Daenarys: *Daenarys took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand despite the persistent throb from the nipple clamps beneath her robe.* "Very well. What does she wish to discuss?"

Missandei: "It appears she is seeking your guidance on a... disciplinary matter. One of her girls has been disobedient." Missandei's eyes twinkled with amusement as she watched the Queen struggle to maintain her composure.

Daenarys: *Her own thoughts racing as she tried to ignore the constant reminder of her submission.* "Ah, very well. Summon her to the court." She took another deep breath, steeling herself against the painful pleasure the clamps brought her.

Madam Margary: *A plump, stern-looking woman with a no-nonsense air entered the chamber, her eyes scanning the room before landing on the Queen.* "Your Grace, I am Madam Margary."

Daenarys: *Daenarys nodded, her eyes flickering to Missandei for a brief moment before returning to the Madam.* "Please, tell us about this...disobedience."

Madam Margary: "Your Grace it maybe better if you saw for yourself one evening."

Daenarys: "I...see." *Daenarys felt her cheeks heat up even more, her mind racing. This was a place she had never been to, but the way Missandei and Arya looked at her, she knew it was part of their plan.* "I will consider your proposal."

Missandei: " That is a good idea Your Grace you can get first hand knowledge of the crime."

Daenarys: "Missandei, what are you suggesting? That I should...visit a brothel?" Her voice wavered, the clamps sending waves of discomfort and excitement through her body with every word spoken.

Missandei: "Yes, my Queen. It is important for you to understand the gravity of the situation. And who better to judge the disobedience of a whore." *In public Missandei had to remain respectful but inside she was smirking.*

Daenarys: *Her breath hitched at Missandei's words, the clamps biting into her sensitive skin with each inhale. She nodded, her mind racing.* "Very well, I shall visit the brothel tonight."

Madam Margary: "Excellent choice, Your Grace. I will ensure that everything is prepared for your visit." She curtseyed and left the chamber, her footsteps echoing down the hall.

Narrator: *Arya met with Madam Margary and told her the plan for Daenarys at the brothel. The Madam smirked as she headed away.*

Missandei: "Your Grace, I shall accompany you to the brothel tonight. After all, it is not safe for the Queen to go alone."

Daenarys: *Her heart raced at the thought of going to such a place. The clamps on her nipples were a constant reminder of her subjugation to Missandei's will.* "Very well, Missandei. I trust your judgment."

Narrator: As the day wore on, the anticipation grew. Each movement, each word spoken, was a reminder of the evening's impending visit to the brothel.

Narrator: The sun began to set, painting the sky with shades of crimson and gold. The castle buzzed with the knowledge of the Queen's unusual visit, whispers of curiosity and excitement floating through the halls.

Daenarys: *Daenarys sat in her chambers, her thoughts a tumult of anticipation and nerves. She touched the clamps beneath her robe, feeling the metal dig into her flesh.* "Missandei, I...I am not sure if I am ready for this."

Missandei: "Ready or not, Queen, it is time to face your fears. You will find that the brothel is an excellent place to learn about the true nature of power and control." She helped Daenarys to her feet, her voice a seductive whisper. "Remember your place tonight. You are not the ruler, but the one who will be taught a lesson."

Arya: *With a mischievous grin, Arya stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with excitement.* "Don't worry, Your Grace. Missandei and I will be with you every step of the way. You'll see, it's not so bad."

Narrator: The hours ticked by like an eternity, each minute a taunting reminder of what was to come. The clamps on her nipples served as a constant companion, a silent whisper of the evening's promise.

Narrator: As the final light of the day disappeared, Daenarys donned a hooded cloak to conceal her identity and followed Missandei and Arya through the shadowy corridors of the castle, her heart thundering in her chest.

Narrator: The air grew thick with the scent of incense and perfumed oils as they approached the brothel. The sounds of laughter and faint music floated on the night air, mingling with the distant cries of the city beyond the castle walls.

Narrator: The trio stepped through the velvet curtains, the warm, dimly lit interior a stark contrast to the cool, stone corridors they had just left behind. The brothel was a den of opulence, with plush couches and silk draperies adorning the walls, and a central stage where a pair of dancers moved sinuously to the hypnotic rhythm of a lute.

Madam Margary: "Welcome, Your Grace, Missandei, Lady Arya." Her smile was a knowing one, her eyes sparkling with the secrets she shared with the two women. "Everything is as you requested."

Arya: *Arya couldn't help but chuckle, watching the Queen's nervousness grow.* "Come now, Dany. This will be quite the education for you."

Narrator: The Madam led them to a private chamber, the walls lined with an assortment of whips, chains, and other instruments of pleasure and pain.

Narrator: *Inside the chamber, a young, woman stood holding a whip. Before Daenerys could react she was grabbed by the Madam and another prostitute and pulled to a post. She was secured and gagged and her dressed ripped off.*

Arya: " See Whore this is your fate now. Tonight you lose everything and my sister Sansa takes your throne and you become a whore."

Missandei: "Silence, Arya. This is my show." *Missandei saunters over to Daenerys, tracing her finger along the whip.* "You're going to learn what it truly means to serve, my whore."

Missandei: *With a flick of her wrist, Missandei lets the whip crack through the air, the sound echoing in the small chamber. She watches as the Queen's eyes widen in fear and arousal.* "Tonight, you will learn your place."

Missandei: *Missandei steps closer to Daenarys, her breath hot against the Queen's neck.* "Do you understand, whore?"

Daenarys: *Daenarys nods frantically, the gag in her mouth muffling any sound she tries to make.* Her eyes are wide with fear and anticipation, her body trembling slightly as she stares at the whip in Missandei's hand.

Missandei: "Good girl." *Missandei's smile is cold and calculating, her eyes never leaving Daenarys's. She runs the whip lightly over the Queen's bare skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.* "Now, let us begin your lesson."

Narrator: *Daenarys feels the first sting of the whip, a line of fire across her shoulder. She bites down hard on the gag, a muffled cry escaping her lips. The room seems to spin around her as she tries to process the pain and the humiliation.*

Missandei: *With each strike of the whip, Missandei's smile grows wider. She watches the Queen's body respond, the way her muscles tense and release, the way she fights against the bindings.* "You see, slut, even the mightiest can be broken."

Madam Margary: "Missandei, I believe it's time for the next lesson."

Missandei: "Indeed." She saunters over to a nearby table, selecting a riding crop from the array of tools. "You see, whore, even the most noble steeds need to be broken in." She runs the crop down Daenarys's spine, the Queen's body shivering at the cool touch. "Let's see how you handle this."

Narrator: *With a flick of her wrist, Missandei brings the crop down on Daenarys's backside. The Queen gasps, her eyes squeezing shut in a mix of pain and arousal.*

Missandei: "You see, even the fiercest dragon can be tamed." She delivers another strike, the sound echoing through the chamber. "You will learn to crave this, just as they crave the feel of the leash."

Narrator: The crop leaves a trail of fire across Daenarys's skin, and she arches back against her restraints, a low moan escaping despite the gag. The clamps on her nipples seem to tighten with each blow, the pain and pleasure swirling into a heady mix.

Arya: *Arya watches the scene with a mix of excitement and satisfaction. She steps closer, running a hand over one of the chains holding Daenarys in place.* "Look at her, Missandei. She's already loving it."

Missandei: "Indeed she is." *Missandei's eyes never leave Daenarys, watching the Queen's reactions with a sense of pride. She delivers another strike with the crop, a little harder this time.* "You're going to be the best little whore, aren't you?"

Narrator: The words are a taunt, a challenge, and Daenarys's body responds with a jolt. Her eyes water but she nods, the pain somehow feeding the desire that pools between her legs.

Narrator: *The session of whipping and flogging ends and Daenarys is released and thrown onto the stone floor.*

Missandei: "Now Arya you may transform her into a real whore and then deliver into Cersei Lannisters hands."

Arya: "With pleasure Missandei." *Arya grabs a pot of hot wax and pours it onto Daenarys's stomach, watching as she flinches.* "This is for every time you called us your subjects."

Narrator: *Daenarys's body jerks at the sudden heat, a strangled scream escaping from behind the gag. The wax cools almost immediately, leaving a sticky, painful mess on her skin.*

Narrator: *Missandei watches with a sadistic glee as Arya continues her twisted transformation. The Queen's body is a canvas for their amusement, and they are eager to see the final product.*

Arya: "Look at her, Missandei. She's almost unrecognizable. Next is her hair that she is so proud of."

Narrator: *Arya grabs a pair of scissors and begins to cut off Daenarys's long silver-blonde hair, the locks falling to the floor like a waterfall of molten metal.*

Narrator: *Daenarys feels a sense of loss as her hair is shorn away, each snip a silent scream of protest. She tries to struggle, but the pain from the wax and the clamps holds her in place.*

Missandei: "Good. You're learning." *Missandei says, her eyes gleaming as she watches Daenarys's hair fall.* "Now, for the final touch." She gestures to Madam Margary, who brings forth a pot of thick, black ink.

Arya: "Missandei, let me do the honours." *Arya takes the pot of ink from Madam Margary and pours it over Daenarys's head, watching as it streams down her face and body, mixing with the sweat and wax.*

Missandei: "As you wish, Lady Arya. Let us complete her transformation." She steps back, watching the ink drip down the Queen's once-proud features.

Narrator: *Daenarys's eyes are wide with shock and betrayal as the cold ink runs into her eyes and mouth. She struggles against the gag, the stinging pain of the ink mixing with the fire of the whip and the clamps.*

Missandei: "Now, my dear whore, you are ready to be presented."

Narrator: *Daenarys is loaded into a cart and then taken to the lands of Cersei Lannister.*

Narrator: As the cart jolts along the uneven road, Daenarys can feel the coldness of the night seeping into her bones. She's naked, her skin sticky with the dried ink and wax, her once proud mane of hair a shorn mess. The clamps on her nipples are a constant, painful reminder of her new status.

Narrator: Upon arrival at the Lannister camp, the cart is surrounded by guards. Missandei and Arya, both dressed in the finery of the palace, step out, smoothing their skirts with a sense of satisfaction.

Missandei: "We bring you a gift from the Iron Throne, Your Grace. A whore for your... entertainment."

Cersei: "What is this?" The Queen's voice is laced with amusement and disdain as she steps into the light, her eyes widening at the sight of the inked and bruised figure in the cart.

Cersei: "Is this some kind of jest, Missandei?"

Missandei: *Missandei bows low, her eyes gleaming with victory.* "No jest, Your Grace. A gift from your us, Lady Arya, and me. A demonstration of her newfound...compliance."

Cersei: *Her eyes narrow, studying the shivering form of her former rival. A slow smile spreads across her lips.* "Indeed, it appears she has learned her place. Bring her before me."