LoL ("Life Among the Commoners)

Eager to understand her subjects more, Ashe goes undercover as a common woman to see how people live and how a woman would be treated were she not queen. A band of very drunk men decide to show her the hard way.

Life Among the Commoners

Ashe was not the sort of queen who reveled in the high society decadence of her station, but even then, it took a lot of fighting against her sensibilities and the things she'd grown accustomed to after the years for her to be able to dress like a commoner. She was used to having to present herself a certain way, and could no longer. The common clothes that servant had bought for her were not fitted in the least to her taut hourglass figure, and something about the looseness of them in some places bothered her, left her constantly squirming and fidgeting about with them. Her mien had to shift, had to soften a little as she dealt neither in court politics nor battle, and something about that drove her mad. Her hair fell loose, as every commoner's hairstyle that would have done it up was simply too uncomfortable for her to hear, and she drew the line there.

It was all in the name of trying to live among her citizens for a day, to get to know them and what their lives were like without a filter. Were she to present herself as the queen, everyone would have treated her like the queen, no matter how much she insisted on being treated normally, and this little masquerade would hopefully eliminate those worries altogether, and people would treat her like any other common woman going about her day.

But that had worked much, much more effectively than Ashe had been the faintest bit ready for, as she learned some very uncomfortable truths about her citizens. Many of them had been fine to her, mostly by way of not even really noticing her amid any other peasants and going about their own business, which was a wonderful change from the reverent gaze that she was used to from people she didn't want to seem too particularly "above". But some people did stare at her as she walked, and they weren't doing it with very reverent thoughts in mind; she could see something in their gaze, particularly where that gaze fell, that left her fidgeting about as she walked. None of them recognized her as their queen, but that was mostly because they weren't looking at her face as they stared at her.

Still others were considerably less civil than even openly ogling her in the street. Comments ranging from, "Nice tits," to "How much for you to come by my place?" Ashe had never heard such an uncouth disregard for any woman's dignity before, and it should have infuriated her, but she found herself walking through the streets almost in a haze instead, staggered by a bizarre and utterly inexplicable sensation that she didn't even begin to understand, but for some reason, a warmth came over her with each unfortunate run-in with someone she had, and she was increasingly distressed by whatever was happening to her.

Even worse awaited Ashe when she decided to cut through an alley that night. She really had no frame of reference for what she was doing as she slipped through the back alley beside a tavern, outside of which a bunch of rowdy and largely drunk and all dirty men stood about, eyes quickly falling onto Ashe, who even in peasant's clothes was clearly a beautiful woman with an ample bosom, long legs, and a firm build. "Whoa, hot piece of ass, slow down there," one of the men said as she tried to walk by them, reaching his hand out and grabbing her breast to stop her from walking. "Where are you in such a hurry to go?"

"Excuse me?" Ashe asked, appalled by the gall that the man had to reach out for her breast like that,

gasping as he began to fondle her tit. Some of the other men began to circle her too, smirking as they descended upon her slowly, and she really didn't have any idea what to do. She could have attacked them, sure, but something about the hold on her breast paralyzed her in ways a million life-threatening combat situations never had.

"You must be new around here," another said, grabbing hold of her ass and squeezing it firmly. "But any slut who walks her way through this alley has to go through us first, and you've got to pay the toll just like anyone else. But those lips look like they were made for cocksucking."

"How dare you!" Ashe snapped, about to say something about else when a grip on her hair tugged her head back sharply.

"It's a shame this slut's hair is already white," a third man said. "It's always fun to see their hair get cum in it, but I don't know if we'll even be able to tell with her. I guess there's only one way to find out though, isn't there? Get ready for this, bitch, because there's more of us than a pretty little thing like you can handle."

"Unhand me." Ashe wanted to do many things, but she followed through on absolutely none of them, putting up zero offense as they pushed her down onto her knees, and a surprise greeted her that she was in no way ready for. The one who'd stopped her dropped his pants down around his ankles, grabbing his half-flaccid cock and slapping her right across the cheek with it. A common. A mere drunkard. Had just cockslapped the Queen of the Freljord, and she was absolutely certain he had no idea what he was doing. But it drew a gasp from her lips as she watched it rapidly harden, felt it against her face.

"Ha ha, y'know usually when they try to play hard to get, they actually put up a fight. But you're not even bothering with this." His cock wasn't exactly particularly well kept, either, and Ashe shivered as it added an extra layer of repulsion to the matter. A dirty commoner grinding his dick along her face, degrading her as he spoke down to her. "Let's hope you've got some energy to suck cock with, then." He brought his tip to her lips, and with a harsh slap across the face to shock her into opening it, he was free to shove forward, silencing whatever she was supposed to say.

Ashe could not believe the embarrassment or the humiliation she felt as the cock slipped into her mouth. She could almost taste the poor hygiene as she stared up furiously at the man, so many different feelings hitting her all at once, and she was prepared for precisely none of them. First and foremost in her mind was the fact that, whether they knew she was their queen or not, she was. And she was a married queen. But there she was, having a cock shoved into her mouth, and the pangs of guilt were immediately as it started to rock past her lips back and forth. Her mouth received a shallow fucking as hands grabbed hold of her silken white hair, and she wasn't really given any choice in the matter but to accept their cruelty and their drunken sexual advances.

It was degrading to be called a slut and driven down to her knees, to have a dick rubbed in her face and laughed at as it was driven into her mouth. But for everything repugnant and sickening about that treatment, there was something that left Ashe amazed and hungry for more. She didn't know how or why, disgusted even more by her own reaction as she took this all the wrong ways, unable to overwhelm the feelings she was experiencing with the revulsion that should have followed. Each pass of the cock back and forth past her lips seemed to entice her more and more to give in, and as she knelt there on

the ground, surrounded by men who made offhand and off colour remarks about her, she did something that she knew she would regret.

She started to suck.

Rather than merely being a passive wet hole for a cock to pump in and out of, Ashe began to suck on the cock, her mouth tightening around it as she closed her eyes, but that only seemed to make her realize harder the taste of sweaty cock that filled her mouth, and in turn she shivered and whined as a distinct lack of disgust left her feeling like something was very, very wrong with her. Why was she doing this? Why was she almost enjoying it? It made no sense to her, but it seemed to be riling up the men around her eagerly.

"Look at this slut suck," said the man loudly, smirking wide as he guided her head back and forth. "I think she wants it in her throat. She seems like the kind of bitch who likes choking." His grip tightened as he pulled her in tighter, and Ashe gagged noisily as he penetrated her throat, some instinct finally showing as she tried to pull back in a panic, but she couldn't, and was instead pulled tightly back in, forced to endure the embarrassment and humiliation as her eyes went wide and spit bubbled around her lips. Her head shivered and she found it immediately hard to breathe, subjected to a bout of oral sex much fiercer and more intense than she'd ever had before. And somehow, for reasons that made her stomach turn, she loved it.

Trembling with shock and disgust all at once, Ashe still had no idea what was coming over her, but as she choked on the cock now pushing down her throat, she didn't actually stop sucking on the cock, her hands squeezing the thighs of the man claiming her mouth now as she looked up at him with wide, pathetic looking doe eyes. She was lost and confused, but what stood out amid all of it was that she was doing exactly as guided, and for it, she was being called more degrading names, pushed further into a shame of pure embarrassment as she was facefucked in an alley. The staid queen was pushed into a level of embarrassment where she felt like she was anything but, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

The cock flopped out of her mouth without warning, thick ropes of drool leaking out of her mouth as well as she gasped for air desperately, shocked by the sudden turn of events, only to be caught by surprise when the cock erupted in her face. The drunkard's shaft spewed out thick ropes of gooey, hot cum that splattered onto her features, and due to the way she'd so carelessly sucked down a frantic breath, she found herself inhaling a shot of cum, which made her cough and choke as she pitched forward on pure reflex. But that only made it worse, as she ended up nuzzling against the cock as a final shot landed into her hair.

All the men laughed, assuming that while the coughing wasn't intentional, her motion was. "What a horny bitch! Even when she's coughing, she still wants to rub up against that cock." Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe they just genuinely saw women in that light. It didn't matter, because before Ashe was even done coughing, she was being grabbed by the hair over to another man, whose rock hard cock swatted her across the cheek a few times for good measure.

"Please," Ashe panted, bottom jaw trembling as the cock swatted harshly back and forth, so thoroughly degrading an act that she really didn't know what to make of it. Another thick cock equally as unclean as the first was right up in her face, and with her breath so harsh and ragged, she couldn't even follow

'please' up with anything, which further drove the misunderstandings she was unfortunately deep into by that point.

"Sure thing, whore. I was going to fuck your pretty face anyway, but if you want to beg for it, I won't complain," he snickered, slapping her with his hand this time before he drove his cock into her mouth. Ashe gagged again as this time, he didn't even wait to make her throat his cock, forcing it all the way down and pushing her nose right up against his belly, leaving her to convulse against the cock now deep inside of her. This sort of hateful, twisted treatment was so unlike anything she'd ever known before. Her sex life was nothing even close to as wild as this, so many layers to unpack, but as she did so, she found that she didn't hate this anywhere near as much as she thought she did. The public nature of it, the humiliating way they were treating her with foul words and utterly dismissive fervor. She was a sex toy to them, treated like nothing, and she was getting off on it.

Her panties were soaked as her head rocked back and forth, the noisy choking sounds that she made as the cock plunged down her throat remaining loud and steady as she knelt there, struggling not to give in to primal urges bubbling underneath the surface. She was a married woman. It was hard to remember that in the twisted debauchery of all of this, as she was given sex so unlike anything she'd felt before that it almost felt like another world entirely, but at home right now was her husband, and she was down on her knees sucking commoner cocks in an alley as he lay there all by his lonesome. She should have felt worse about it than she did, but she had sucked Tryndamere's cock many times before, and each of those times paled in comparison to this one. Everything felt so good about this, even if it shouldn't have. Being called names, having her throat fucked, tasting the unwashed cock pressing against her tongue... This was a lot to take in.

Another cock prodded up against her cheek, catching her utterly by surprise as it prodded her face. He couldn't have wanted to get in her mouth too, could he? There was no way two cocks would have fit. "Give me a turn with the slut too. Come on, you owe me for the drinks anyway."

Ashe was now being used for barter and to settle debts, her head pulled back as more drool spilled from her lips. "Hands on our dicks," the man whose cock had just slipped from her mouth ordered. "And alternate. Show us how much you love sucking cock, or else we're going to put you over that barrel over there and make you love them."

With her bottom lip trembling and nothing about this making any sense, Ashe nodded frantically, confused and worried but so bizarrely turned on that she didn't even understand how this had happened, but at least as she grabbed hold of both cocks, she knew she was safe from the temptation to touch herself, something that she had been afraid of for its pure temptation potential. Leaning forward, she took the other cock into her mouth, expecting to be on some kind of lazy autopilot due to the fact that this fat dick tasted stronger of sweat than any of the others yet, but somehow, she found herself pushing down on her own accord, head immediately starting to bob back and forth quickly as she slurped the thick shaft down.

Never before had Ashe shown such a fervid passion for sucking a cock, but there she was, moaning as she took it down her throat, eyes closed in steady focus as her hands worked back and forth along the cocks, both of them receiving sloppy and clumsy handjobs that were utterly out of sync as she did her best but wasn't exactly skilled at handling multiple dicks at once. Not that it was going to stop her, of course, continuing on aggressively as she stared up in glee at the men all looking at her with an intense

and deep hunger. Her face was already painted with cum, but they wanted to add their own onto it, wanted to make a bigger mess of her, and as revelations stopped feeling quite so chilling and terrible to Ashe, she knew full well that she wanted them to.

The embarrassment was still there, but it was different now. Ashe was still running on some twisted sensibilities that made very little sense to her, but the direction had shifted to something more constructive, something lustful. She loved the humiliation, loved every little remark, the twisting of her stomach into knots as she betrayed her husband and made a lowly slut of herself turning out to be the sort of pleasure she never knew she craved until she was down on her knees begging for more. It was so wrong, so raw, and she wanted more of it, switching over to the other cock and sucking it down her throat too, fucking her own face with their thick shafts.

As she gave them what they wanted, the cheers continued. She seemed like a genuinely desperate cock addict sucking down her fix again and again, eagerly indulging in their wild fantasy of having a beautiful woman worship their dicks. It was perfect, and they fed into her twisted humiliation kink more with the names they jeered at her, voices slurred and stumbling, but all that mattered was that she still had something long and throbbing down her throat. Drool came more easily now as she stopped caring about not making a mess of herself; she wanted to be as dirty as she could, to let them absolutely wreck her.

The cock she'd been sucking on for longer came first. Ashe moaned as he warned her, "Pull back, slut, I want to paint your face." Ashe drew back off of his cock, stroking both of them as her eyes tilted up and smoldering need burned in her gaze. She pulled the cock in, slapping against her own face and panting heavily as she brought it to swift release, feeling all the warm, sticky semen splattering onto her features, painting her face a new, pearly shade of white over the pale already there. She wrung it out of every drop and bit her lip before letting it go and looking to the other cock. She let go of it too, grabbing his hips to hold him steady as she threw herself down onto it.

If there was a sign that Ashe was gone, this was it. She swallowed the whole cock down, not losing a fraction of an inch to her fingers as she choked on it. The frenzied slurping sounds she made were wet, sloppy, and just absolutely filthy, Ashe drooling all over his balls as she showed off a new side of her. The side that these men wanted. The side of a needy little cock addict who loved sucking down unwashed dicks and being everything they wanted her to be. She didn't understand it herself, but that was what she felt, and it wasn't something she could shake. *********************

For hours she worked the cocks over, as more men left the tavern and stumbled onto her publicly servicing dicks. How could they not want it too? And how could she say no to them? Ashe sucked each and every one of the cocks, sometimes two at a time, working up to even three at a time as her mouth and hands found an odd sort of rhythm to work over three men at once, and one by one they all came again and again, until finally she'd drained the last man's balls, his cock limp and disappointing as she watched it vanish behind his pants once more. They were gone. It was the dead of the night, everyone must have been worried about where she was, and they would have had no idea where to look.

Ashe whined as the shivered there, her clothes all still on, although absolutely messy with cum. She hadn't even gotten fucked by one of the cocks, forgetting all about the possibility of oral in the twisted haze of whatever madness she was riding. But her pussy had still managed to get her legs soaked, and she'd hardly moved all this time, so the dripping of her pussy through her drenched panties had left a

puddle of her own arousal down between her knees. Her hair and face were all coated in mask of half-dried spunk, and as she stumbled her way up to her feet, she had no idea how she was going to sneak back into the castle like this without being seen.

But there were other things that Ashe had to worry about, as the haze lifted. She was so horny that her legs nearly gave out as she stumbled up to her feet, a burning desire in her to get fucked, but even worse still, a sudden grim reality check. The filthy oral sex she'd just had was intense, so much rougher than she'd ever known before, and now she was stumbling through the streets an absolute mess drenched in the cum of commoners. She didn't know how to rationalize that, didn't know how she could come clean to her husband about it or even feel okay with kissing him with a mouth that had serviced so many dirty cocks. Out of the haze, she loathed herself again for it, disgusted by what she was doing even as she realized that she had loved it more than any other sexual experience of her life. Some parts of her mind were urging her to touch herself and let out the tension they'd built up. Others were telling her that she needed to find a secret way into the castle and wash herself before never speaking of this ever again.

Some really depraved parts were noting how amazing this would be for raising the public opinion of their queen.