Girl on the Net

This shameless medieval cock-fest is written and read by Ariadne Awakes. Note: this story is a fantasy that contains kidnapping and implied non-consent.

“Suck.” The countless times she’d been issued this command and it still sent glorious shivers straight to her constantly aching cunt. It was the time of year the court had nicknamed ‘The Grand Suck’, where the King’s most worthy subjects had the privilege of watching their wives, daughters and sometimes mothers kneel before him and show obedience to the sceptre with which he ruled. His cock.

She didn’t realise at first, having been brought up in a strict religious kingdom, just how big the King’s cock was in comparison to other men’s. Rumour has it he must have saved some grateful witch from an ordeal or sold his soul to the devil. There were many stories, but all of them were bookended with the conclusion that it couldn’t be natural for it to be that big. Of course, most of these rumours were started by jealous men.

But there was one fundamental thing they didn’t appreciate about how the king’s mighty power was to their advantage too. It was said some Kings ruled with fear, some ruled with mercy, some with conquest, all to keep other men in check, but this King was clever and knew that to truly keep control of men, you had to keep the women happy. And it wasn’t the fact that he was hung that kept them in a constant state of contented desire, it was the fact that he knew what to do with his gift. And he bestowed it as generously as it was coveted and it kept the populace content, one way or another. But his permanently stiff spear couldn’t be in all places at once, hence the annual opportunity for everyone to enjoy it.

Each supplicant was permitted five full sucks, the King was generous. But this was always a good opportunity for pushy mothers or power hungry fathers to get his attention, so any girl who showed over-enthusiasm or a new trick was instantly permitted into the King’s inner circle by the means of a lust filled nod to his most trusted friend which communicated ‘this one.’ This is what kept the young men equally happy despite jealousy towards the king. These girls needed other hard cocks to practice on.

Before she’d been dragged from her dank cell and flung before the King’s swollen meat exactly a year earlier, as the whole court looked on and sniggered at her helplessness, she’d never even seen a man’s cock before, let alone one this big. Her only comparison had been her brother’s stallion and she’d gleaned from the stable hands‘ coarse ribbing of one another that they only wished they shared the same blessing.

She’d looked up to the man who had stolen her from her tyrant father and tried to beat down her instant attraction. She’d heard he was handsome, generous with those who pleased him, merciless to those who crossed him and was only just starting to understand what her coy ladies in waiting had meant when they’d blushed and whispered conspiratorially “he knows how to make a woman kneel.”

Her father had only bile and rage to spew when forced to acknowledge his most formidable rival’s existence. But though her father had won the war, his rival won in the end. By kidnapping her, her father’s most prized possession, that he kept locked up from the sight of all men except her brother. She’d overheard her ladies talking one day of the fact that she was the cause of the war in the first place, because her father had refused to consider the handsome king’s proposal of marriage, though it would bring obvious advantages to all involved. Her father was adamant that he would rather put her in a nunnery than let that ‘degenerate’ near her. She’d known nothing of this and before she’d had a chance to consider what she would prefer, war had come then gone and she assumed that her father’s pride would mean she would die an old maid. She wasn’t perturbed by this at all, being a pious type. But then one day out walking in the grounds, her ladies had tricked her and sent her out into the arms of a hooded man and his companions.

She looked over to him now, the King’s trusted friend, and remembered her first evening with him.

She had not done well in her first sucking of the great cock. She had opened her mouth to object but then remembered her kidnapper’s first words to her,: “you have only one reason to open your mouth from now on, there’s no need for words.”

So in fear, she’d lowered her head, and tried to swallow down her shame at her vulnerability, her nakedness, her excitement. And she’d felt the eyes of so many men boring into her, heard the laughing women, saw the King’s expectant and hungry lust pointing at her, intimidating in its dominance of her already.

He’d made it easier for her and pulled her back up by her hair and announced:

“She clearly doesn’t know what to do with a cock, but this a tragedy we shall happily remedy.”

And he’d thrust it in mercilessly and she’d had no choice but to succumb to his rhythm as the court cheered. And though she was gagging and gasping and losing all dignity, she also had to admit to herself, back in the safety of her dark prison, that the experience had not been completely unpleasant. She remembered the taste of his seed running down her throat and for the first time, felt a throbbing between her legs that would not cease.

The King’s handsome friend, and some said ‘lover’, took pity on her plight after three days of choking on the King’s mighty appendage with no hope of respite. He had her sent up to his room and dressed and fed her, though she was still not permitted to speak. Just as she was tucking into her meagre feast, her stomach growling because as fulsome as the kings seed was, it could not sate her natural hunger, her kind kidnapper undid his breeches, took out a fat pulsing cock and politely commanded her to crawl to it.

He taught her many things over the course of that night. How at first she must simply stare at it in awe, then tentatively stroke it to make it her pet. Then she was permitted to kiss it all over, then lick eagerly, particularly the balls. Then after an hour or two of teasing, when it was clear she was hungry to suck, he let her feast. He gave her valuable insights into what the King expected, what he liked. He’d even told her tales of how the King loved to suck cock as much as women loved to suck his, as much as he himself did. She couldn’t decide if any of it was true, but he’d obviously noticed how she sucked all the harder when he talked of the King sucking cock, so he continued to brag about how he’d taught the King everything he knew and how the King had been his most enthusiastic student.

“So you see pretty princess, you’re average petty suck from a brothel whore won’t do for him, he needs his cock worshipped as if it were a god and you must kneel and be grateful.”

She couldn’t deny the thrill it gave her. Even after he’d cum, he told her to keep going until he was hard again, warning her that the King could come three times in a row before he went soft. And the stories kept coming as she sucked.

How the King’s cock was insatiable, in constant need of pleasure, the need to release, that all women in his vicinity, high born or serf (and he was quick to remind her she was once one and now very much the other) must keep her mouth always open in the King’s presence, ready to drop to her knees and suck in perpetuity.

And as she worked her exhausted throat down his full length, careful not to gag, because the King liked all mouth and no coming up for air, his less well-endowed yet equally delicious friend said softly, between pleasure moans, “That’s it, now you have the taste for it. Always suck this way, like your life depended on it, like you’re starving and cock is your food. Like you’re thirsty and only cum can quench it. Be adventurous, take your time, and always show boundless enthusiasm. Most importantly, moan loud with every suck, like his cock brings you to ecstasy. He likes everyone to hear how well he’s satisfying you, how his cock fulfils your every need.”

He exploded in her mouth yet again and fed her his thick cum and she felt a pride no man had ever allowed her to feel as a princess, whose only worth was in how her father and his rivals used her as a means of gaining more power. Pride that she had made a man so wild with desire. She’d made a point of staying with her mouth around his cock until he pulled out and he smiled.

“Good, he’ll like that. Savouring every chance to keep that cock where it should be.”

He stroked her hair affectionately, though his eyes were burning with lust and said:

“Suck his cock like that, and you shall be a serf with the power of a queen.”

So she did.

The next day she walked as boldly as a naked wench could get away with, dropped to her knees in front of the King and relished the hint of surprise on his face when she placed her hands on his strong thighs and opened her mouth wide, ready for the thick fat dick that was already out, rock hard, waiting. And she was a very quick study.

Just as her mentor promised, she was freed. Well, she was out of the prison and allowed a certain amount of roaming freedom though she was constantly guarded. She was even permitted clothes when the weather was cold. Her other duties did not demand much of her, the usual female work of serving and cleaning. She was grateful for this, for her chief duty took up the majority of her time. Her mentor really wasn’t lying when he said the King’s cock was a force of nature.

She sucked the royal cock at least six times a day, sometimes more. Rarely did a few hours go by before she was back on her knees servicing her lusty King. Yet no matter how thoroughly she pleasured him, and she knew she did, for he never hid his desire, groaning and contorting his face in ecstasy, not even exaggerating for his ever present entourage, his cock was never truly satisfied. He could be hard again within seconds, take at least an hour to shoot his gift of six to eight jets of cum into her hungry mouth and be full again within minutes. And with each suck, he was smug as hell because this was his revenge on his rival. To have his prized daughter on her knees in front of him, sucking eagerly, contentedly, grateful on his heavenly prick.

Because she couldn’t deny it after the first week. She was addicted to his cock. The feel of it in her mouth, the way it demanded satisfaction. How it was both hard and soft as velvet and begged to have its straining anger soothed. How it moved to her touch, fed her, enveloped her in a feeling of safety, calm and quiet satisfaction. The power it gave her, to see such an intimidating man so vulnerable, yet he was still her master. And though they both knew she was his possession, she was exactly where she wanted to be, on her knees.
It was just as well she lived for his dick, because its need dictated her days and nights.

He liked to be roused in the morning by a gentle sucking while he lay on his back, all lazy and soft from sleep, his beauty somehow more enticing because he was still just a man at this time, less guarded in his demeanour. She would suck him and look up through her lashes at his fine features and imagine kissing his plump lips, tasting his tongue.

He liked a constant dynamic enthusiastic suck while he was talking with his advisors after breakfast about matters of state. She couldn’t believe he had so little shame, to have his dick sucked in front of his subjects, as if she was the insatiable one that must be placated so he could have some peace. How utterly ingenious and salacious she thought, and always put on a show for them. She couldn’t help but admire a King who could rule a kingdom in the various demanding ways it required whilst paying such devotion to his own pleasure. ‘My father could do with a hint of this King’s vitality,’ she’d think as she feasted, enjoying the strained voices of the other men in the room and imagining their dicks going hard at this sight. How they would think of her later on when they could have their way with their own stiff pricks.

He liked to have her waiting in the courtyard when he rode in after a hunt and face fuck her hard, his body smelling of sweat and horse hide and his clothes covered in the blood of his kill. She’d got used to keeping all her focus on his dick as faceless men walked by, she was rarely at the height to recognise faces, but she could feel their lust as he filled her mouth under the open sky surrounded by men hard from the hunt, trying not to look or listen. She’d fuel her desire imagining just what the King and his men got up to away on the hunt for hours at a time. Her kidnappers’ stories would come back to her and she would imagine the King on his knees, keeping all his friends happy so he could get away with ploughing their wives later. She felt guilty when she thought of other men’s cocks in fantasies like these, but then it only made her suck all the harder and he could tell and it pleased him. She loved to please him, even when he tormented her.

In the evenings he liked to taunt her with the feast that his hundreds of courtiers gorged on as she made her way to his elevated seat.
“Hungry, princess?” he would ask loudly. Her stomach rumbled at the sight of the tables’ delights. She was kept on a strict diet so she was always eager to suck every last drop of his cum down, though more often than not, he liked to aim it over her breasts, her face, all over her and she was forbidden to wipe it off, so all the court could see the evidence of the Kings absolute conquering of her. And she secretly loved it. To be marked by him, to be so prized.

And when he heard her stomach rumble, he would undo his breeches achingly slowly and make her wait and only when he knew all eyes were on her would be say:

“Surely my cock is feast enough, please… take your fill.”

And the court would laugh but the joke was on them because this cock… this cock was the whole world.

Even when he would spend long minutes before the whole court beating her across the face with it gently, pushing it in then withdrawing until she sighed in frustration or make her crawl across the length of the great hall towards it only for him to move again, dangling his stiff prize just within her reach, then feeding it to a serving girl before squirting his seed down her chest and laughing, knowing she craved his cock in her mouth and nothing else would do.

She even sucked it in church and any fear she felt for her immortal soul as the priest preached hellfire and damnation was lost on her as she felt his river of hot seed slide down her throat as if it was made to feed her. The way the King would moan loud and say Amen, not in thanks to God, but for her mouth. She felt no guilt. Her knees were more sore than the most ardent nun hungry for sainthood.
Yet he never gave her a word of praise, or even acknowledgement half the time.

His favourite time to have it sucked was when there was a visitor to the realm. He liked to scandalise them when they inevitably enquired as to the eager beauty on the end of his cock and when he told them, she could almost see with her back, the shock on their faces. And she could hear the smugness in his voice when he said:

“Be sure to pass through her father’s Kingdom and tell him from me that his daughter has the softest mouth that it’s ever been my pleasure to fill…”

Or “Tell him I’m keeping her well fed.”

Or “Tell him all his effort to keep her an ignorant little nun in the waiting has paid off, she sucks it like a whore but doesn’t even charge.”

Or “Tell him not to worry about any troublesome babies, all my seed goes where she likes it best.”

That was the nearest she got to compliments, but she knew he was as hooked on her mouth as she was on his dick.

He even came to her at night. She didn’t need long to figure out why her hands were tied to the posts with her head facing the other way to the head board, lying on her back. The first night she was woken from her well earned rest by his cock prodding her mouth, she was afraid. But he pulled out and said:

“Don’t worry, it’s only your King’s cock, the cock that you love above all things on Earth, is that not so?”

She was unsure if he was demanding a response, she’d not said a word in who knows how long and he rarely addressed so many words to her, but no sooner had she opened her mouth than he was back in, thrusting hard and though it was a new and invasive position, she relaxed her throat and let it happen, enjoying being fed whilst being able to lie back. It seemed he found ever more inventive ways to please his cock and its most grateful servant.

Then one night, as he was thrusting into her harder and harder, like he hated her, he suddenly started to stroke her breasts, then he pulled out and probed her dripping cunt and she couldn’t help but cry out. He smiled and proceeded to talk to her, something she had stopped waiting for long ago.

“There, that’s what you want isn’t it? Your cunt has been aching for my touch for so long hasn’t it, little whore?”

He put his cock back in her mouth and kept thrusting as the speed of his fingers in her wet mound increased and he said between gasps:

“You want me to fuck you don’t you? Poor thing, cooped up in that shit-pile like a nun when you want to be a whore, it’s unnatural… to curb such wantonness… I give it free reign here… But first I must fire you up. How you must long to have your cunt pounded, all these hours unable to touch it… only my cock to satisfy you… does it satisfy you?”

She was moaning and squirming and suffocating and would die if he stopped. He laughed and she jiggled, trying to make him up his pace, bring her release.

“No, my pleasure comes first little whore…”

He pulled out and groaned and shot reams of cum into her mouth, then proceeded to keep putting his cock back in as if he couldn’t bear to be parted from it and she was so in need of his touch she cried.

His parting shot as he pulled it out for the final time and left her a quivering mess of need was simply… “Soon…”

It was then he started to taunt her with his prowess, and she learned just how insignificant she was in curbing the King’s constant need.
He loved virgins. He loved to have her right by the bed where he would have three of them spread across it, nervous and excited in equal measure. He liked to make her watch as he seduced them all at once, with his sweet whispers, his strokes, his licking and sucking of their juicy cunts, and finally, he liked to look deep into her eyes as he thrust his cock into them softly and they cried out. When he asked every one “Do you love your King’s cock?”, the answer was always a unanimous moaning “Yes.” He saved his cum for her, for her mouth. And she could taste them on his cock and was seething in envy and he would smile as he filled her.

“Soon…” he would whisper.

It was then she realised all the stories she heard from the other servants were true. How if one of his courtiers displeased him, his punishment was to have them watch while he, in front of the whole court, fucked the man’s wife or daughter over his feast table. And it was no swift ravaging, he took his time, seduced them, so it was clear their pleasure moans weren’t faked. It was then he liked to tell the man: “I’ve forgiven you and given you a valuable lesson in how to please your wife, remember it,” and to her he would grin and say “you’re welcome,” as he gave her the parting gift of his cum on her face.

The tale that made her cunt throb the most at night when she was tied up and waiting for him was the one about the three brides. How in the space of a single day, he had cuckolded three new husbands before they’d even got near their wives’ themselves.

He intercepted the first one just as she was about to walk up the aisle to her betrothed and fucked her against the chapel wall, to bless her marriage, his cum dripping down her legs as her husband placed the ring on her finger. And how later he’d graced a wedding feast with his presence and after toasting the couple, having taken his place between them at the head of the table, had fucked the new bride over it as the guests devoured roasted pig and told her new husband, who was seething with silent fury, “she has a lovely tight cunt, it was pleasure to open it for you, enjoy.”

Then how he’d somehow managed to get to the bedchamber of a third freshly married couple just in time, after the priest had given his blessing and before the new husband could commence his duties (so drunk was he on wine his friends had been instructed to ply him with on the King’s orders). So the King took it upon himself to fuck the new bride on his behalf – after all, it was a great honour. The detail about how the husband had been roused awake by the bed knocking then swiftly sent off back to sleep, despite his confusion, by the dextrous work of the kings hand on his cock as he fucked, that was the one that really made her ache.

Then there was the fatal day where he stopped asking for her, other than the occasional cock sucking lesson where she was to demonstrate her skills to a new gaggle of servants or ladies of the court, to ensure that any time the King wanted pleasuring, every available woman in the court knew what was expected to please him.

Then for weeks, she did not see him at all and was cock starved and miserable. Even watching him fuck virgins was better than this. That and the fact she was never alone enough to see to her own mounting pleasure.

Then one day, her father sent his most trusted advisor to see for himself.

She was confused when she was permitted to dress in a full gown and felt both relief then a plummeting disappointment when she was led face-to-face with her father’s friend, no longer young, but still handsome and kind in all the ways her father was cruel. Her father who she’d almost forgotten about. Did this mean she was going home? She’d never let herself think that far ahead. Of what her father might do to her now he knew what she’d been doing, willingly.

He asked her if she’d been treated well, her naive protector who would have decided all the debauchery was just rumours and she couldn’t possibly have something as base as desire.

She was about to speak, then realised she hadn’t been given permission and couldn’t even remember the last time she’d used her voice.
But before she had a chance to test her loyalty to her King, she heard his unmistakable tread as he came up behind her. She froze.

“She’s been treated like a queen and she is free to go with you, of her own free will.”

“Thank you,” he replied. Then: “Why will you not speak to me princess?”

“She can speak… although her jaw may be aching.”

He laughed gently as her fathers advisor scowled. She still didn’t know what to do except get closer to him and bob a curtsy.

“I… I don’t…”

The words sounded strange in her throat.

“You may go princess, don’t be scared… of course…”

She heard the unmistakable sound of him undoing his breeches. The sound that went straight to her cunt and made it ache.

“If you want one more feast before you go, be my guest.”

She saw her friend’s face contort from disbelief into envy and tried not to look back, but she couldn’t help herself.

“Princess?”

She didn’t hear. She could only see that thick throbbing angry cock that would not be pacified without her mouth. She stripped off her dress, fell to her knees and opened her mouth, and his objections were a blur in the background as the King came forward and filled her and said:

“Or you are welcome to stay, if this is where you would rather be…”

“How dare you. Of course she would rather come home than…”

“Are you so sure? As you can see, she’s quite obsessed with my cock.”

She sucked harder to prove his point and he started to fuck her face then said between gasps, “maybe I should send you home so you can beg your father to let me marry you, then you can be a respectable cock sucking whore… would you like that?”

She drank down every drop of his cum then looked up and saw his face break into a grin and she turned to see what made it and gasped. Her father’s level headed and stoic friend was tugging on his exposed cock, much bigger than she would have guessed and she could tell he hated himself for doing what he was doing, but also that he couldn’t help himself. Maybe he understood. The King pulled her up and pushed her closer to him.

“Don’t be ashamed of your desire, she certainly isn’t. It pains me greatly to let her sweet mouth go.”

The King then came up behind her and whispered in her ear.

“Or you could stay… and I’ll fuck you.”

Before she could respond she felt his cock, rock hard still, slide between her thighs as she watched her friend and misguided saviour beating his cock and lost all reason.

“Do you want me to fuck you, right now? Say it?”

And for the first time in she knew not how long, she spoke, and said the only word that came to mind whenever this beautiful man asked her anything.

“Yes.”

With that he dragged her down to the floor and made her go on all fours, so her head was directly in front of the others cock, then teased her throbbing entrance with the hardness of his own cock and she moaned.

“You’ll got to hell for this,” her fathers friend said, even as he pumped his lovely cock.

“And I’ll fuck her there too,” the King replied. “But first, I’m going to fuck her here and give her a taste of heaven and you’re going to cum so hard you forget your own name.”

And with that, he rammed his whole cock into her cunt and though it hurt, the pain quickly dissolved under the absolute pleasure as he thrust into her deeper and deeper and said through their collective moans, “stay and I’ll keep you filled with cock, every hole, all day, all night, no one but you…i s that what you want?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned as her father’s shamefaced friend’s groans joined the crescendo.

And the King came hard and she moaned in ecstatic agony as jet after jet of his cum hit the innermost depths of her cunt as the other cock shot its load into her flushed face.

She was so weak with the release of so many months of pent up desire that when the King rapidly withdrew his thick dick from her, she fell forward into the others arms and laughed. So aroused and confused and relieved was he that he laughed too.

“Sir, go back and tell my father I am not for the nunnery.”

She grinned at this memory as the last supplicant in the hall gave the King her five sucks and retreated. Now it was her turn for her reward. He had stayed hard the whole three hours and generously saved all his cum for her. And as he sprayed every inch of her skin in the most delicious substance she’d ever tasted, he looked down at her with the same awe at which she looked up at him.

“Do you love your King’s cock?”

“Yes,” she replied, carefully licking the last drop of cum from his tip, the happiest whore in the whole kingdom.

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