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She reached down and picked you up, clutching you in her fist none too gently. You couldn’t see anything as the world rocked around you and the fleshy wall around you clenched and tightened putting a lot of pressure on your small form and making things very uncomfortable. But then rather suddenly the pressure around you alleviated and you felt yourself falling.
You landed on a hard wooden surface belly first. Looking around you, you noticed that you seemed to be lower to the ground than the desk you had been on previously, then it finally dawned on you that you were on a chair. You rolled over and saw the dragon queen looking down upon you, a faint smile breaking her otherwise serious expression.
“Since you have decided not to talk, I will have to make you talk.” She said as she bent over to bring her head closer to you, and grasped the two corners of the chair with her hands. “Or else…” She said, sly smile further spreading across her face.
One of her fingers quickly darted out and pressed your tiny chest down into the hardwood of the chair under you. “I’m not playing games with you anymore. Talk.!” This was a side of her that you had never seen up to this point. And you were shocked and understandably terrified. You were silent, thinking that maybe it would be in your best interests to talk, but your fear betrayed you and you couldn’t say anything.
After a few seconds her finger moved away and you could breathe easier again. You closed your eyes for a few seconds as you regained your breath…
You heard movement above you and you opened your eyes, only to see Daenerys's massive backside looming over you. “Well, if you don’t want to talk now, maybe you will in an hour… or two…” She said, before slowly lowering her butt onto the chair. You tried to scramble backward to get out from under her before she sat on you, but it was already too late.
Her butt plopped down into the chair and slid to the back, sliding you backwards in the process. The dragon queen moved her butt around, from side to side, back and forth, even sitting, giving you hope that she might have changed her mind, only to plop back down on top of you a second later. She took a long time making sure that she was comfortable, and finally pulled her chair up and under her desk… then tried to get comfortable again.
She sighed and squeezed her butt cheeks together, feeling you squirming under her gave her immense pleasure. She sat up lightly and plopped her butt back down again one last time before getting back to some paperwork.
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