The box comes with a glory hole

The next night, she had been presented with a lemon cake again. But this time, after she had eaten, a rampant cock had been pushed through the hole as well.

Sansa had just stared at it, torn and indecisive. If she did whatever this man wanted, she would probably be fed for the rest of the journey and she knew it would be a long way to King’s Landing. But she was the Lady of Winterfell. Did she really want to debase herself by swallowed some stranger’s cock in exchange for a single cake?

After kissing and licking every square inch of the cock, deep throating it, and swallowing every drop of the sour load that was shot in pulsing strokes straight into her mouth, Sansa had never felt more like a whore.

The following four nights of cakes and blowjobs had not made her feel any better, either.

From what Sansa had been able to make out, she had been transported via cart down the King’s Road for seven days and six nights. There must be other important captives with her as well: occasionally she heard the clink of chains, shrieks of pain and the occasional sound of bodies slapping against each other in the rigours of coitus. Sansa tried not to think about those particular sounds, especially when she still the aftertaste of cum in her mouth or when she could feel it drying on her chin and breasts.

Sansa did not want to get to King’s Landing and Cersei quicker, but the anticipation had been ****. When the lid of her crate was prised off and she saw the familiar stone walls of the Red Keep, she knew at least that the first part of her torment was over.