Orc Dominion: Triumph Ch. 05

"I agree. The orcs have infested my city for far too long as it is." Henry agreed. "But their time will come; we mustn't get so focused on this one objective that we forget the rest of them. We still have to defeat Belkor and his army, then seize the rest of Heste, and finally Zentara itself."

"Husband! I'm so relieved you're well." Sylvia gave Henry a chiding smile as she met him back at the tent. "You shouldn't run off to fight every minor skirmish, you're too important for that." She gently kissed his cheeks. "But never mind that, we have the most astonishing guests!"

"Oh? Guests all the way out here? Whoever could they be?"

Her voice took a more serious tone. "Come and see." Sylvia led them back into the tent. "Your cousin has come to visit us." She said carefully as she gestured to Garrett.

"Garrett? Is that truly you?" Henry looked at his cousin in shock. The years in captivity had not been kind to him. "What did that mad Queen do to you?"

"You shouldn't talk about her like that!" Garrett hissed at Henry. "Her Highness is a great woman! She only wants the best for the Western Kingdoms! That's why she sent me here to put a stop to this rebellion!"

"Is that so? How do you plan to do that?" Henry replied as his face darkened.

"By reminding your soldiers that you are not their King. I abdicated the throne in favor of Belkor, and he is their rightful lord!"

"Hah! And you expect to just march out there and tell them so?"

"Forgive him, Your Highness," Melora cut in, "that is what I had to tell him to get him here peacefully."

"Who are you, then?" Henry asked.

"I am an assistant to Amelie's contact in Ruar. Queen Jeanette was planning on sending Garrett to Belkor's army to use as a symbol, but my Master spirited him away first and brought him here."

"What?" Garret said, looking confused. "What do you mean?"

"Shh, don't worry about that cousin." Henry said soothingly as he pulled Garrett close into an embrace. Before anyone else saw what was happening he drew his dagger and thrust it up under the broken man's sternum.

Garrett gurgled and then cried out as Henry twisted the blade. As his eyes went dim, Henry passed him over to Daniels. "Get him out of here."

Melora gasped at the sight of Garrett's bloody body being hauled away from the tent. Her lip trembled, but her tears were held back as she steadied herself.

"Was that really necessary, husband?" Sylvia asked.

"You saw him: he was a broken, wreck of a man. It was a mercy, truth be told. There can only be one King of Heste, and that thing wasn't fit to be him." Henry wiped his dagger clean and returned it to its sheathe. "Now, did your Master have anything else for us, girl?"

"Yes, Your Highness. He actually traveled here with us."

"Then where is he?" Henry snapped impatiently.

"Waiting outside camp, Your Highness." Melora replied.

"Why?"

"Because he's an orc, Your Highness," Phillipe said, "apparently he's wise enough not to come traipsing through our army."

"An orc! All this time, we've been placing our trust in a damn orc?"

"You can't deny his information has been accurate. I assure you, Queen Amelie had him thoroughly vetted. He's reliable. Not only would I stake my life on it, but I have." Phillipe insisted.

"Very well." Henry finally conceded. "Gather an escort and bring him here. We'll see what he has to say." Henry looked to Daniels just as he returned to the tent. "Take a squadron of cavalry and prepare to move out. Reliable men only; men who can be discreet." He turned back to Melora. "This better not be a trick, but if it is, I assure you we'll be ready."

****

Darkness had already set over the camp when the sentries woke Henry from his slumber to tell him that the cavalry had returned with a prisoner. He quickly slipped from his cot and told the sentry to awaken the Queen as well. Henry had placed her in a separate tent when she returned from camp. If none of his men were allowed to have their wives along with them and enjoy their conjugal benefits, neither would he.

His squire quickly helped him dress, and then he made his way to the war tent. A cloaked figure and the elfin girl, Melora, were already waiting for him under heavy guard. A moment later he was joined by Phillipe and Black Pete, and finally by Sylvia. When everyone was present, he dismissed his guards from the tent.

"So, you're Amelie's contact in Zentara?" Henry said somewhat harshly. But after a look from Sylvia, he softened his tone. "Thank you for your assistance in the war so far, it is well appreciated and has saved many lives."

"It was my duty to do so, Your Highness." Drauken replied as he pulled off his hood and removed his cloak. "Forgive me, but shouldn't we wait for Queen Amelie?"

Henry smiled wryly at that. "Amelie is not here at the moment. She was called away on urgent business."

When Drauken looked like he wanted to inquire as to what that business was, Phillipe cut in. "I am here though. Sir Phillipe Renard, Her Highness' second in command. I have been fully empowered to speak for her, I assure you."

Black Pete said nothing but just glowered from the back of the tent. Sylvia gave Drauken a welcoming smile though. "It must have been exhausting journey from Zentara to here, especially in this weather and with the war going on. Do you need any refreshments or a chance to rest before we begin?"

Drauken returned Sylvia's smile. "No, Madame, thank you for asking but I have been resting all day in anticipation of this meeting." Melora leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Forgive me, Your Highness, I was not aware that I was speaking with the Queen of Heste. I meant no disrespect."

"None taken, sir. I know it isn't easy to be thrust into a position without knowing everyone you'll be dealing with."

"That's all very nice, but before we go any further I'd like to know who you are, and why you're helping us." Henry asked.

"I haven't told them any personal details, nor has Amelie. It is your decision how much you want to reveal." Phillipe assured him, hoping that he wasn't going to be forced into a confrontation with Henry over it. Amelie had been resolute on protecting their source's identity, even if she didn't anticipate that he would be visiting their camp.

Drauken considered it for a moment, but decided that honesty was the best policy. The people here might betray him, but if they really wanted him dead they could do it here and now, and that was all the more likely if he wasn't open with them. "My name is Drauken, I am the Master of the Caravan Traders Guild in Ruar. As for why I'm helping you? It's simple. This war is madness. Blind, naked ambition on the Queen's behalf that will ruin trade and make everyone poorer." This is actually a good segue into what I really want to talk about. "If we're going to rebuild a stable, peaceful society after the war, we all need to work together. Human, elf, and orc."

"We had that until Queen Jeanette made an alliance with your people. All the violence and bloodshed that's afflicted our Kingdoms in the last forty years is the result of your people." Henry replied.

Now let's hope Melora's tutoring has paid off. "That is not entirely true, Your Highness. Your uncle, King Connor, made the decision to invade Zentara, which is what actually started the wars that followed."

"Only because she broke the betrothal her father made so that she could spread her legs for you orcs." Henry countered.

"Regardless of what may have happened in the past, the economies of both Zentara and Heste are inextricably tied with orcs, and by extension, so are those of Thesta and Sandora. If I may speak plainly, so far you've driven out every orc you could find in the north, and slaughtered every orc you've captured. Is it your intention to drive every orc out of the Western Kingdoms?"

"Damn right it is!" Black Pete exclaimed. "We've gotten along just fine without your kind. Go back to the March where you belong!"

Phillipe looked conflicted, but ultimately he agreed with Black Pete. "The integration of orcs with human society has failed. There are simply too many of you, and you're too violent. If the orcs aren't removed from society, even should we win this war we'll be fighting it again in a generation."

"I'm proof that not all orcs are violent. There are many orc merchants and herders that make the Kingdoms better for everyone!" Drauken insisted.

"There will still be a place for them," Henry said finally, "and for you. The caravans will continue to run through the March, and for that we'll need you and people like you." The King leaned forward with a dark expression on his face. "Don't worry about the rest of them, they're not your concern. You'll still be needed, as will the people you choose. You'll still be making a profit, and that should be enough."

Henry's words sat heavy on the council for a moment before Sylvia broke the silence. "It is still too early to be arranging things after the war in any event. We need to secure victory first. What news do you have for the capital? Do you know anything about Belkor's intentions? Or Grotok's?"

Drauken hesitated to tell them anything, especially as he wasn't sure how he wanted to handle this new turn of events. In the end though, he realized that his life was still very much in their hands and he needed to continue to cooperate at least until he got out of this camp. "Belkor you don't have to worry about. He's not going to move his army before Spring. As for Grotok, that is more concerning. I assume you've heard about the fortresses in the pass?"

"Some kind of earthquake destroyed them, we heard."

"It was no earthquake, it was Augras, the Queen's grandson. He's returned from the southern continent with a small army of beasts and a strong magic. I know, I know, it sounds insane, but it is the truth. He created a second harvest in Zentara, and promised a third. He's ended the food shortage and promised to deal with the stalemate in the Pass. Then, shortly after arriving, the castles were destroyed."

"By the Abyss, if that's true it isn't good. How are we to fight against someone who can cast down castles with magic?" Phillipe asked.

"With guile and strategy." Henry said quickly. It wouldn't do to let this affect morale before they even saw it firsthand. "The word we received is that there was too much damage in the Pass to move an army through."

"That may be so, I don't know. But given enough time, which they now have, they'll find a way through it. You need to move faster to conquer all of Heste to take the pressure off Thesta and to box both armies in Zentara."

"We could storm the city, but we'd take heavy losses doing so, and it would still be winter besides. We won't be able to drive Belkor out before Spring either, and that's assuming they've surrendered." Phillipe said.

Henry thought for a moment. "Either way, they've taken our fortresses, so we need to answer in kind. Daniels!" He shouted, and a moment later Daniels came rushing in. "We need to provoke the garrison in Dromstadt to making a stupid mistake." The King gave him a pointed look. "Any suggestions?"

A smug, slimy grin spread across his face. "I have a few ideas."

****

Jasmara shuddered as she felt the eyes of thousands of people devouring her scantily clad flesh. It was bad enough that thousands from the enemy army were surrounding her, watching her, but thousands more were lining the walls of Dromstadt and looking down at her shame. Daniels had dressed her in leather straps that crossed her breasts and pelvis. Each strap was tightly constricted by buckles, but even still her curves were barely held in place.

Most of her tits were naked, with only her nipples and areolas covered. Her labia were likewise concealed, but not the outer edges of her pubic mound. There was nothing to cover her shame, not even her hands as they firmly gripped the hilt of the wooden practice sword that Daniels had handed her.

It seemed as if she'd be fighting for their amusement today, but given the way he 'armored' her, she didn't think that was all the entertainment he had planned. Well, they won't get the chance, she swore, they shouldn't have put a sword in my hand, even if it's made out of wood.

A makeshift arena had been constructed, with siege towers posted at each corner and the gaps between them lined with soldiers. A cheer went up as the first combatant entered the ring. Jasmara dropped down low, but in doing so caused the strap covering her backside to ride up between her ass cheeks. The crowd behind her hooted in appreciation at the view, but she shut it from her mind and focused on her opponent.

Of course he's fully armored, she thought, there's no way these cowards would face me in fair combat!

The man approached her looking cocky, so Jasmara resolved to knock the smug expression off his face. As he got closer, she sprung forward, feinting to the left and then slamming the sword into his shoulder. He grunted in pain, but unfortunately the armor absorbed most of the blow. He quickly countered, and she had to bring up her sword to parry the blow. The impact of their swords slamming together sent a shockwave down her arm, but she was pleased to see that the force surprised him as well.

She quickly took advantage and chopped down, smashing the sword against his forearm. He yelped in pain, and struck out with his other hand, cracking her across the face. Jasmara snarled back at him, "Is that the best you've got?"

He swung at her again, which she blocked, and then the pair started to trade blows, whacking the wooden blades against one another repeatedly as they tried to beat down their opponent. The human managed to slip past her guard and slammed his sword into her chest, shattering one of the buckles over her breasts and causing the strap to fall down.

When she twisted out of the way, her tit slipped out from the strap and bounced freely. The crowd laughed as she became exposed but she fought down the embarrassment to focus on the fight. As the man came forward again she moved to meet him. Her hand whipped out and grabbed the soldier's wooden sword and, before the soldier could even react, she brought her own blade down onto the side of his head, sending him sprawling to the ground, unconscious.

This time the cheers came from the city as they celebrated her victory. Before she could join them though, another soldier came out to face her. She was already breathing heavily, making her tit thrust out each time she inhaled. She didn't even have time to try and fix her armor before she was under attack again.

The man pressed her hard, smashing the buckle over her left hip and then leaving a welt on her thigh. She repaid the favor by smashing his hand and hopefully breaking a few bones. As he stumbled back holding his hand to his chest protectively she pressed the advantage, charging forward and bowling him over. Once he was prone, Jasmara stomped on his injured hand and began raining blows down upon him.

A strong thump on her backside knocked her forward and ended her assault. Another soldier had entered the ring and struck her from behind! The crowd lining the city walls booed at the unfair ambush, but it did little to help Jasmara. Her ass stung from the wicked blow, and her arms were starting to tire as she fended off his assault.

Another blow ruptured the other buckle on her chest, and when the straps fell off completely revealing both her breasts she realized that it wasn't an accident at all. Of course they're designed to fail, you idiot, this is part of the 'entertainment!'.

Growling with rage, she swung back ferociously at him. But her attacks were slower now, and he continued to parry them away while lashing back with his own attacks. "Agh!" Jasmara cried out in pain as the wooden sword swatted her breast, leaving an angry red welt. Her nipple throbbed, and she fatefully paused from the sudden shock of pain.

The man hit her thigh again, causing her whole leg to ache. When she twisted away, he hit the buckle at the small of her back, causing the strap wrapping underneath her from the front to fall open and hang from her like a loincloth. As she twisted and dodged his attacks, she could only burn in shame as she heard the jeering crowd.

"I can see her puss!"

"Keep her moving Jack! Strip her down completely!"

"Stop fighting you bitch you know you want it!"

She clutched the straps with one hand to keep them from falling off her completely as she parried away the soldier's attacks with the other. Exhaustion was really starting to set in, and she could barely keep him at bay as he attacked. She had to give ground, and was forced back as the soldier advanced.

In the blink of an eye, Jasmara found herself staring up at the sky after the human with the broken hand tripped her from behind. Before she could recover the sword was kicked out of her hand, and more men ran forward. Strong hands and probing fingers grabbed her from all over, lifting her up and holding her still no matter how hard she fought.

A table was brought forward, and they roughly forced the orc woman's back down on top of it so her head hung off the edge. They forced her thighs apart, and tied her ankles to the legs of the table before doing the same with her arms. The straps were then ripped away, leaving her panting and naked on the table.

"Make a lane, make a lane, we want our guests from the city to see!" Daniels called out, and a moment later the crowd at her feet backed away enough so the citizens of Dromstadt lining the city wall had a good view of her naked body on display.

"You're going to pay for this! Don't think I won't get my revenge on each and every one of you!"

"No need to keep playing that game, Princess. We all know you're going to enjoy this. You always do." Daniels sneered at her, before nodding for the men to begin.

The orcs on the wall screamed in rage as they saw their princess get ravished by a gang of humans. Jasmara took heart in that, that even in her debasement she still had people on her side. She only hoped that they couldn't see in detail what was about to happen.

The soldier who had finally defeated her had won the honor to go first. By the time the princess was secured to the table he was already hard and ready to go. The man stepped between her legs, but to her horror instead of lining the head of his cock up with her slit he aimed lower. He spit into his hand and spread her cheeks apart, and then pressed the tip of his cock against her puckered anus.

"Get ready for it sweetheart, I'm gonna claim that ass I was promised."

Jasmara bucked and squirmed, but she was tied too tightly to the table. The soldier's fingers gripped her tighter and pulled her back down onto his prick. "Nnng! Stop! Ah!" Her cries rang out as her backside was roughly invaded. Her anal tract wrapped tightly around the dick, squeezing it firmly as she instinctively tensed around it.

"Heh, riding it already? Well, don't let me stop you, I like a woman with a little fight in her!" The soldier began to move his hips, thrusting hard into her as he yanked her back. His hips collided against her over and over as he pummeled her ass. The man started to roll his hips, grinding his hard cock against her hot inner walls as he plundered her backside.

Before she could cry out again two thumbs were jammed inside her mouth, prying her jaw apart. They were joined a moment later by a hard cock. A second soldier slid his shaft into her mouth, and then right down her throat. The two men began moving together, both pushing inside her at the same time, pushing as deeply as they could.

The cries from the wall got louder as they spit roasted the princess. Both cocks slammed into her, rubbing her insides back and forth as the two men used her for their pleasure. Jasmara tried to fight back the tears welling in her eyes, but the brutal fucking of her throat made that impossible. No! I don't want them to think I'm crying!