The Fall of Dragons

Even in her most restless and fearful nights, Danny had not envisioned this. 

A hundred Dothraki set upon her, their eyes wide, burning with angry lust. Fanatical screams drowned her cries of shock as dozens of rough hands laid hold of her, gripping and pulling, groping and searching. She tried to strike out, to fight, but they held her fast.

She became aware that she was no longer on the floor. Lost in a sea of acrid, sinewy flesh, her screams of terror came unabated. She was tossed and pulled in every direction. Her legs were forced apart. They harshly pinched at her breasts. Their fingers all fought to test her clenching holes.

Her breath left her as she was flatly slammed down. Danny laid on her back, pressed down across the long table. Her wrists were held tightly, pulled above her head. Her smooth, trembling legs were forcefully spread wide, exposing her already ravaged womanhood to the lustful mongrel horde. She could do nothing but wimper in dread as the first man took his position.

With animalistic urgency, he took her, thrusting his full length wildly into her raw, aching nethers. The shock of yet another assault on her tender twat paralyzed her. Asillo had fucked her bloody with his grotesque mass only minutes before. Now even this modest sized prick burned like a flaming sword. The smallest of motions only compounded her suffering.

It didn't matter that he finished quickly, there was no reprieve. The next rider was on her, his issue as cruel as the first. Daenerys stared blankly at the rafters as her mind began to leave her, fleeing her body and abandoning it to its torment. As man after man entered her, the only hint of awareness other than a ceaseless stream of tears, were the periodic shudders of a dozen or more wet, shameful orgasms. Dreams of better days came to her. Days when she was loved. Days when she was worshipped. 

Agony blazed bright through every fiber of her being. The room flashed white. Daenerys shrieked as her world returned, crashing into her with primal force. She was torn wide once again, stretched to her very limits. Asillo had taken her again.

She lifted her spinning head to see her assailant. Her eyes struggled to focus. They searched down past her bulging abdomen to find... not Asillo. It was a face she knew. A true savage giant who, despite his martial prowess, she had never accepted as her guard. She feared this beast.

Her sight returned, she gazed downward to see what it was that she must endure. She wished she had not. He was every inch as thick as Asillo, but much longer. The bulge of his enormous tip was clearly visible, rising in her abdomen and stopping just below her navel, pressed firmly against the tiny entrance to her womb. He pulled back and thrust in.

Pain blinded Danny again. She could feel new tears spreading inside her. The solid end of his agonizing shaft slammed abruptly to the back of her cunt, stretching it deeper and jarring her organs. She wailed in horror, the realization of what was happening fully setting in. He pushed forward again. Deep within her, she felt something giving way. 

At his next thrust, Daenerys wished she was still in her chamber with Asillo. He shoved past her cervix, introducing bright new pain to once untouched areas within her.

Danny's shriek pierced the roaring chamber.

She was distantly aware that she was screaming, that she was surrounded by a horde of angry savages cheering her torment. But her world was inside her now, driving her organs into her ribs. With every crushing advance, her stomach rose and fell, the bulge reaching past her navel. She turned her head and retched at the sensation of her churning guts.

Danny descended into shock. Her screams faded to incoherent mumbling. Her body fell limp, no longer in need of restraint. Her eyes fixed on a distant point above that only she could see.

She didn't struggle as he finished with all his force. She didn't struggle when the maddened horde, having exhausted her womanhood, turned her over and continued their sadistic procession on her soft, virgin ass. She didn't struggle as they laid her on her back, opened her mouth and emptied volumes of hot, rank seed onto her expressionless face.

She didn't struggle as they lifted her, carrying her dripping, ravaged body out to the streets.