The Fall of Dragons

The city came alive around her. Rushing people poured from every street, every charred structure, shouting, laughing and screaming curses on her name. The throng packed behind her, swarming like insects to see her in her shame.

Between stretches of black, Daenerys could make out the silhouette of the Dragon Pit against the breaking dawn. The following swelled. The Pit loomed larger.

In her next moment of clarity, she was passing through the gates. Her heart jumped as the deafening roar of the crowd struck her ears. Thousands were gathered in the ruins. The ancient arena crawled and writhed from sand to sky, save the large, open stage in the center. The incomprehensible din grew as she approached the stage, naked and broken, hanging limply in the arms of her captors.

Her body met the stone surface flatly. She gasped, winded by the impact. She hadn't the strength or courage to lift her face, trembling violently, sprawled as she fell.

The mob grew quiet. Danny heard the words as they boomed for beside her. She understood them, though she couldn't process them. "Traitor... Slut... Slave... Horse queen..."

Suddenly, powerful hands seized her, pulling her away. They dragged her a short distance and propped her up on her wobbling knees. The roar of the crowd resumed at once. What her vision registered in front of her snapped her instantly alert. 

The wet, spasming phallus of a large horse filled her view. Four delicate hands held the immense shaft firmly, stroking it in smooth unison from base to tip. Behind the restrained stallion, two bare, disheveled girls wept, exchanging despairing glances as they carried out their horrifying work.

Her head was forced forward. Daenerys opened her mouth to scream, but was met with the flat glans of the beast against her lips. She fought to pull back, but they held her fast. She tried to close her mouth, but her face was gripped tight, forcing it open.

The girls quickened their strokes and looked away, grimacing in humiliation and disgust. The animal seized and thrust sporadically, its unyielding rod threatening to break her jaw. Danny closed her eyes tight, knowing there was no escape and hoped for the beast to finish quickly.

The first spray coated her throat in thick, burning seed, filling her mouth and spurting past her lips. She gagged and choked, fighting futiley backwards with all her strength. The pressure of the second spray forced the stallion's putrid, gelatinous sludge down her throat and sent it streaming from her nostrils. She was drowning. The third pump sent a final pulse of seed squirting from her face, running warm over her breasts, down her stomach and dripping to the ground.

Her head was released. Daenerys fell to her hands, heaving and pouring a river of white from her mouth. She choked and gasped, shaking uncontrollably.

The mob exploded in delight. A group of overzealous men pulled the girls from the stage and into the crowd. Daenerys lifted her head to see them meld into the hysterical mass, men quickly taking them from all sides, their screams lost in the uproar. 

A fresh horse was led onto the stage. Danny was thrown beneath the restrained beast. 

This one was not yet erect. "Suck!" a voice grated behind her. She did not move. A strong arm shoved her face to the still shrunken member. "Suck!"

 She would not lower herself. This degradation had gone as far as it would go. On her knees, naked and dripping the fluids of her abusers, she refused.

Hands gripped her again, holding her upright. Three unwashed Dothraki women jumped from the crowd, advancing swiftly to the stage. Immediately, two began to work the beast with their hands as the third vigorously licked its scrotum. The animal swelled full and thick in their grasp.

Her arms were stretched apart, a man on each hand. Two more parted her weak legs. She was lifted, face up and held beneath the panting stallion.

Danny turned white with fear. "No!" she shrieked in panic. "You can't do this! PLEASE!" she begged.

They placed her gaping sex against the immense flat tip of the bestial rod, and pulled her struggling form slowly onto its shaft. Daenerys stiffened in horror, fighting with frantic desperation as the thick, wet animal phallus slid deep into her abdomen. The stud was like searing iron inside her, the sickening mass gauging her to her limits once more. Sensing the natural wet warmth of her womanhood, the beast let out a jerking thrust.

Daenerys wailed. The inhuman mast rammed unnaturally deep, with force unmatched by the most powerful Dothraki warriors. Her mouth hung open, but she could not draw another breath, the only sounds coming in short, involuntary grunts forced from her thoat. Her frantic eyes begged for mercy, growing more desperate with every gut-rending thrust.

She regretted every decision that had led her to this. She wished she had listened to her advisors. She wished she had never sought a crown. She wished she had never been born. Now she was splayed wide in front of the people she had once hoped to rule, being fucked by an animal.

Thick seed shot forcefully into her, swelling her abdomen. Quickly pulled from the beast, her gaping cunt gushed thick, pink ropes onto the stage. The stadium shook with fanatic cheers.

Danny fell, curled in a ball, gripping her stomach as she squirmed and writhed on the stage, still pouring from her devastated sex. The next stallion was already in place beside her, being worked into a sexual frenzy. 

Not like this. It couldn't end like this. "Please..." she muttered weakly.

Gathering all of her will, Daenerys reached up and took hold of her tormentor's cock. Stroking clumsily, she pleaded through breathless, shuddering sobs. "Please... Not like this... ". She pushed herself to her knees, struggling through the pain to stay upright.

Daenerys released the last clinging remnants of her dignity. She closed her eyes tight and began sucking weakly, her exhausted body fighting for every little motion.

Laughter erupted through the arena. The brute gestured to the crowd in mockery as she sucked him. Danny couldn't bear to open her eyes. She tried not to picture herself there on her knees, submitting herself as a slave to the lust of men, every eye hanging on her naked, defiled form. 

Her final hopes shattered as she was shoved suddenly back to the ground. The men laughed as they took hold of her, dragging her beneath the eager beast. 

Daenerys had nothing left within her. For the unbearable excrutiation that she knew would endure in her last moments, she dreaded most what would come after. When the maesters wrote their histories, this  would be what they would say of her. For all time, men would recount her fate to laughter, songs of her breaking would be sung in taverns across the Seven Kingdoms.

The Queen of Westeros would forever be remembered as a sheath for the cocks of beasts. The Mother of Dragons would forever be a whore for horses.