RumpleForeskin
The Miller's apprentice Candice was worried.
The lecherous Prince was visiting the villages to find more young virgins to fill his castle. Some would be asked to serve at table, some in the kitchen and some in the bedroom.
Candice was happy being a Miller's assistant. And one day a Miller herself! It was a lucky position, gained for her by her uncle after her parents died.
The Miller had other ideas. If she was chosen to labor in the castle, he would receive a fat purse of ducats! That was preferable to him, compared to his grinding life at the stone.
On the day she wore her oldest work clothes, dirtied her face and rolled in the leaves to tangle her hair. She lastly powdered herself with flour from the bin, to look dried-up and old.
When the Prince passed on his horse the Miller was waiting at the roadside. He called to Candice "Come girl! The Prince will want to see you!"
She came out, looking miserable and old in her tired rags and filth.
In consternation the Miller began to beat at her rags, trying to clean the flour and dirt. "What have you done! The Prince will never want you like this!"
The Prince spied Candice and joked with his men.
"What is this I see? A crone? A whore? A beggar? She must live in the dirt and eat with the pigs!"
The men laughed easily, like men used to laughing at poor wit.
"You grace! Your honor! She is not always like this! She is a fine young woman, with many skills!" The Miller protested.
"What can this slattern do, that the pigs in my stable cannot? Can she spin?"
"Noooo...your highness"
"Can she cook?"
"Noooo...your highness"
"Can she reap?"
"Noooo...your highness"
The Miller cast his thoughts about, looking right and left for inspiration.
In the field across the road, a calf sucked at its mothers teat.
"She can suck! Like a dozen whores in one! She attaches like a leech and pulls all the cum from a proud prick like sucking honey through a straw!"
This caught the Prince's attention.
"We will give her a trial! Put her in the coach!"
Candice was appalled. Never had she done what the Miller claimed. She was not even sure what he meant!
The coach contained three young women already, each comely and dressed scantily. They were clearly pleased to be selected by the Prince and displeased with Candice. They all sat across from her, giving her the entire bench to herself.
"Who are you? Why would the Prince choose such a cow?!" the prettiest one exclaimed.
"I heard them talking! She can suck a man, like sucking honey through a straw!"
The prettiest one looked doubtful.
"Cow! Do you know to stroke the shaft?"
Candice shook her head No!
"Have you skill at tickling the balls?"
Again, No!
"Do you always swallow, so the man is pleased, and your clothes stay unstained?"
A final No!
"Bah! You know nothing!"
They proceeded to ignore her, pointedly staring out the carriage window for the rest of the journey.
At last they arrived. The other girls were taken one way; Candice was taken another.
The Prince led her into a curious room. The floor was strewn with straw, and one entire wall was taken up with a series of small holes in a row, a score or more.
Around each hole the wall was stained and discolored, as from long use.
"This is the Glory Wall! Through each hole will be thrust 20 cocks belonging to my 20 palace guards. All must cum by dawn, or you will be beaten and sold to the brothel-keeper!"
The Prince left her, and she heard the bar being laid across the door. There was no way in or out until dawn!
Soon, men's cocks began to appear at the holes. A long one, a stubby one. One was curved, one even twisted!
Around the cocks the bushy hair could be seen - red, black, brown! Every shade as of wheat from soft white to hard red spring!
She began to cry, having no idea how to begin. Her tears ran down her face, making tracks in the flour dust she had covered herself in.
With a strange twist of the light, suddenly a man stood where no man had been before.
And what a man! Stout, twisted, with a wide grinning face and fat blue lips! She was afraid of him, as he leered not at her, but at the cocks arrayed before them.
"Girlie! What have we here? A score of delicious cocks! All ready for the squeezing, stroking, licking and sucking! Why do you delay!"
She collected herself as best she could.
"I have no notion of how to begin! I've never done this before. I'm a miller, not a suckling calf!"
"Anyone can do it. I could do it!" Slyly now, he examined her and spied her cloak pin.
"I would do it! Yes! But not for nothing! I would demand...demand...you brass cloak pin! Yes! For payment!"
Candice could not believe her luck. She quickly agreed.
The strange man went to the first cock, pink and proud with curly black hair. He knelt and took it in one large hand, stroking gently from root to tip.
It swelled and turned pinker, and the man behind the wall could be heard gasping.
The strange dwarf put his lips to the tip and began licking, running his tongue around the head. The tip turned purple, and threads of clear liquid could be seen stretched between cock and lips.
Opening his mouth wide the cock-sucking stranger plunged his mouth over the member, gasping and sucking until his lips met the wall, the cock entirely inside his throat!
Pulling back till only the tip was inside, he bobbed forward to the wall again, taking the length more easily this time, slick as it was with his spit.
Repeating this bobbing motion, sometimes pulling off entirely with a slurp! and stroking with just his hand for a time, he seemed completely focused on the task.
How long would this take? How much could the cock stand, being sucked and licked and stroked by hand and tongue and throat?
Candice watched, fascinated, unable to look away.
After a time unmeasured, but surely a quarter hour or more, the dwarf increased his slurping. Wetly bobbing, head moving like the treadle on the mill, spit running down his chin onto the straw, he was like a man obsessed!
With a groan from behind the wall, the stroking stopped, the dwarf holding just the tip in his lips, his throat working as if drinking from a jug!
Half a dozen swallows and the cock was let to fall, rapidly dwindling now, with ropy spit and spume dripping from its tip. It was withdrawn from behind and the hole left empty.
The cock-gargling dwarf shuffled on his knees to the next and began again without pause! Licking, then stroking, then sucking and bobbing, the second cock was made slick, made large, and then made to spew. Again, the dwarf swallowed all!
For hours he continued without rest. Cock after cock he swallowed; spew after spew he consumed, until finally the last cock withdrew, spent.
Standing, wiping his mouth with his slimy hands, the dwarf demanded his payment. Candice unpinned her rags, holding the collar closed with one hand and delivering the brass pin in an outstretched palm.
Hand darting out, the dwarf snatched the pin with a glad cry! Then with another strange twist of the light he was gone.
The night not yet spent, Candice piled some straw and lay down to wait.
When dawn began to play lazy sunbeams through the high window, she heard the bar being lifted and the door opened.
There stood the Prince, a wicked leer on his face.
"My men say you performed well! Their seed was spent and swallowed, and they lay content in their beds!"
"Am I to be released from this confinement then?" Candice still sat in the straw, one hand holding her rags to her neck.
"For a time; to rest and clean yourself and prepare again! For I am not content. You have more to prove!"
Candice was of mixed feelings. Freed from this horrible smelly place was good, if even for a short time. But what new horrors awaited tonight!
Led to the dormitory of the ladies, she was taken by a crone to a fountain to wash. Given a clean shift, her rags were thrown out the back door with the trash.
A meal was had at a long table filled with laughing women, talking of men and clothes and duties.
"I was not visited last night! None of the guard came to my chamber!"
"Neither mine! Yet none were in the hall, nor walking the parapets. Where could they have gone?"
The ladies knew not of Candice's nocturnal task, and she did not say. For what could she say of a strange dwarf who could enter, though the door was barred?
What could she admit, knowing these ladies fancied a guard and might become fierce to discover their favorite had found another to satisfy them?
She ate silently, and after found a quiet seat behind a fountain against the wall. The day passed slowly.
Occasionally she heard guards passing overhead, patrolling the wall, speaking in crude terms of their enjoyment the night before.
"She can suck better than any I've had! Better than Beatrice, and that's saying something!"
"Beatrice is a cock-hound to be sure! But this new girl, she had me wishing I had two cocks!"
They'd laugh and move on.
When the day drew to a close, the Prince returned and led her back to the chamber.
"You have impressed all my men. Yet the officers of the guild attended my hall today, and you will show them a good time tonight! Fifty men, all accustomed to the best whores of the land!
All must cum by dawn, or you will be beaten and sold to the brothel-keeper!"
He left again and the door was barred. The first 20 cocks were thrust through the holes. Bushes of straw, yellow and silver. Cocks of pink, black and red! So many cocks!
She had some idea how to begin, having watched the dwarf the night before. She decided to try.
Starting with the shortest, for surely the longest would never fit between her dainty lips, she knelt and cautiously took it in hand.
