Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 11

Jeanette watched Anne getting taken by her new orc master and wondered if it was her first time. She didn't realize she had gotten so hard and jaded that she could sentence another woman, all these women, to being the toys of the orcs. How had this happened? When did it happen? She told herself that it was war, that Hesten men would be doing this to Zentaran women if they had won the battle. She told herself that it didn't matter that it was orcs doing it rather than Zentaran men. She also knew she couldn't stop it. The orcs would not listen to her, and Chief Turogg wasn't going to order it, so there was really nothing she could do.

That didn't mean she had to sit and endorse it though. Jeanette looked around at the women. Some were looking back at her with hatred. Others with a look of defeat. Some were too distracted by the orcs to notice her, or anything else that was going on. Maybe she was watching this because she didn't want to be the only one being fucked by orcs? Because she somehow thought that by going through this, they would understand her? That they would somehow come to enjoy it and be like her?

Jeanette didn't know, and in the long run, it didn't really matter. She couldn't stop it even if she wanted to. Jeanette looked back at Anne again. This was her peer, a noble girl of about her age, being fucked and owned by an orc. Being his slave wife. Would she come to enjoy it? Would he make her more his slave, or more his wife? Jeanette began to grow aroused again in spite of herself as she thought about the possibilities. She began to feel bad about it, that she had now gone from passively observing the assault to actively enjoying it.

While she was reflecting on these issues, Chief Turogg reached over and took hold of Jeanette's hand and brought it to his groin. She began to squeeze and stroke the orc's cock through his pants while he enjoyed the revelry going on around him. Chief Turogg had three of the captives brought forward. One was fucked in the reverse cowgirl position, so he could watch her tits bounce and see the fat orc cock sliding in and out of her pink pussy. Another was on her hands and knees facing away from him, sucking on a warrior's dick. This allowed Chief Turogg to enjoy the sight of her wiggling ass. The last was positioned on all fours sideways, getting fucked from both sides.

Jeanette jerked his cock faster as he watched the show. Her own thighs pressed together as she squirmed in her seat. Her legs slid and rubbed against one another as her hard nipples dug into the leather straps crossing her breasts. Her gaze flitted from couple to couple, then to Anne, and back again as she watched the show being put on for them.

Jeanette freed Chief Turogg's cock from his pants and traced the contours of the shaft up and down the length, working it faster as her excitement grew. When the orcs had spent themselves in the women, including Anne, who now had a bellyful of orc cum, Chief Turogg called on all the orcs to bring the captives forward. The human women were all made to kneel, and to look up toward the stage at Chief Turogg and Jeanette.

"All you women now belong to us. Some of you will be wives. Some of you will be slaves. All of you will learn to love it, as the Queen of Zentara does." Jeanette blushed as the women looked at her in surprise. They hadn't noticed her stroking off Chief Turogg until then, but now they saw her small white hand wrapped around the thick grey cock.

Chief Turogg looked to Jeanette. "Mount me, Jeanette." Jeanette rose from her seat with instinctive desire to obey him, even as her mind reeled from the humiliation of this public act. This would be the first time she was going to publically fuck him as the Queen of Zentara. Jeanette moved before Chief Turogg, facing out into the crowd. Her spread legs made the leather skirt ride higher up her thighs, and as Chief Turogg spread them further and pulled her into his lap, the skirt slide up around her hips to put her bare pussy on display.

Jeanette positioned her hips so that her labia rested above his cockhead, then reached down to spread them apart, and open herself up for her lover. She then looked out into the crowd, meeting the eyes of the women, making them each think she was looking at them. "I want you all to watch. I want you all to see me doing this. This is my choice. I want this. I want him to fill me, to complete me. I am his." Jeanette then lowered herself down, moaning hotly as the mounds on the cock pushed her insides apart, making her walls hug tightly to every contour. She sank further down the pole, taking it deep inside her until it pressed against the roof of her pussy and her nether lips wrapped around the base.

Chief Turogg began to push into her, and she began to moving back, moaning and grinding into the cock as he fucked her for the audience. His hands reach around and pulled away the straps, exposing her bouncing tits to the women as she moved faster on his cock. The wet sound of their fucking filled the air, further testament to her desire for this.

Jeanette's cheeks burned with the shame of publically exposing herself like this. Even if it was to captives and not free women. Even if it was to Hestens and not Zentarans. The Queen of Zentara was publically fucking an orc. Stories could be told, rumors could be spread. She was engaged to Chief Turogg, so it would have to come out eventually. But not like this.

Jeanette could no longer think about that, becoming too lost in the pleasure of the fat orc shaft rubbing her insides and sliding in and out of her. "Oooh...yes My Chief...mmm...your cock feels so good...fuck me...please fuck me My Chief!"

Jeanette's cries of pleasure got louder and louder as Chief Turogg pounded into her. It was not an act she had to put on, she was truly enjoying the fucking she was receiving from the orc. She didn't care that she was being watched, if anything it was turning on more. The progression of experiences, from the brothel, to the show, to now, had trained her to revel in the naughty excitement of the public display.

Chief Turogg cupped and squeezed her breasts, then rolled and pressed the nipples as his hips slapped at Jeanette's firm ass. "Tell them you want my seed inside you, Jeanette, tell them you want my child." Chief Turogg whispered in her ear as he licked and nibbled along the ridge, teasing the lobe while he teased her breasts.

"Yes! Please My Chief! Cum inside me! I want to feel your hot seed in my womb! I want your baby, give me your baby please!" Jeanette cried out as she started to cum, her pussy clamping around his cock as her body tense, triggering his own orgasm and drawing his seed out, making it shoot and splatter against her cervix, painting it with the thick sticky cum. He continued to pump in and out of her, milking his cock for every last spurt of cum to deposit in her aching pussy.

When Jeanette came down from the high, she looked out into the faces of the women in the crowd again. Many were disgusted, some still too defeated to react and seemed ambivalent, but a few actually looked envious. The more jaded women who expected to be used by men envied the pleasure she felt. Some could see her true happiness, and wanted it for themselves even if it came under these less than ideal circumstances.

Chief Turogg panted until he caught his breath, and then addressed the women. "Jeanette may even now be carrying my child. All of you will soon be carrying orc children in your wombs. It is your future, it is our future!" The orcs cheered while the women looked down, dejected. If the Queen of Zentara was submitting to the orcs, there was no hope for them at all.

The party continued throughout the rest of the night. Chief Turogg screwed Jeanette twice more, and she also serviced a number of the orcs with her mouth. She was even told to give Anne lessons on how to use her body to please her new master. By the end of the night, Anne was no longer sobbing or catatonic, and was beginning to adapt to her new life. Jeanette did not see Amelia again after she was carried off, and had no idea what happened to her.

Jeanette returned to her armor the next day in time for the Zentaran warriors to return from their patrols and raiding. The army began moving again, once more making its way to Wareg Castle to link up with Frederick and the rest of the Zentaran army. It took an additional week of travel to reach their destination. When they arrived, they found Wareg Castle under siege, surrouned by the Zentaran army. A nearby forest had been felled, and catapults, battering rams, and siege towers constructed for the eventual attack on the castle.

"Your Grace, you've made good progress in the weeks we've been separated. How goes the siege?" Jeanette and Chief Turogg rode up to meet Frederick while Bodak oversaw the encampment of the army. "Quite well, Your Highness. Although the Duke of Braden refuses to surrender, we do not believe he will be able to hold out long. He abandoned the town entirely and retreated to his castle. The people here seem relieved to see us, and wish him gone."

"That might change when word of what we've done to the countryside reaches the town. Let us make sure that no refugees are able to sneak into the town."

"Of course, Your Highness."

Chief Turogg looked over the siege engines being assembled. "So this is how you attack the stone houses?" Chief Turogg seemed impressed, in spite of himself, at the human engineering.

"One of the ways, Chief Turogg. We starve them out, cut off the water, or if need be, batter the walls and storm the castle."

Chief Turogg nodded in understanding. "Starve them out must take a long time. Too long a time. Better to storm the walls."

"It depends. Storming a castle is very costly. If you can starve it out before reinforcements come, then that is the better way. It will take months for King Connor to assemble another army and march here. I suspect that we'll have taken the castle and received word from Thesta and Sandora that they have met with the King before that happens." Frederick looked past Jeanette and Chief Turogg as Bodak approached.

"The army is building an encampment now. There is not much room though, especially with the supply wagons coming up behind."

Jeanette looked at Frederick. "How many soldiers do we need to complete the siege?"

Frederick thought about it a moment. "We have them properly besieged with the thirty thousand. We should only need more men if King Connor arrives sooner than expected with reinforcements."

"Then perhaps instead of staying concentrated here, we should split the army to besiege multiple cities and castles at once. We will need to control more than just Wareg if we're going to occupy the Duchy after the war. We cannot count on the Hestens to simply give up control." Jeanette looked from Frederick to Chief Turogg.

Chief Turogg nodded slowly. "Queen Jeanette makes a good point. It is also not good for my tribe to linger here. They will get restless and make sport of the town, and as you said, we want them working for us for now. We can leave Duke Frederick here with this army while we go elsewhere. I am eager to learn how to attack the stone house for myself."

Frederick looked pensive. "I don't think we should split the army up into too many different forces. Also, if you'll forgive me Chief Turogg, we only have the one siege engineer, and you and Bodak do not know how to run a siege. Let us start with a smaller ambition."

Bodak grunted and looked ready to object, but seemed to see the wisdom of Frederick's words. "What do you suggest then?"

Jeanette turned towards Bodak. "His Grace can maintain the siege here without the engineer. We will assign him to the orcs, and you can take your forces to the walled city of Villenor. It is the last market city before reaching Zentara and is quite prosperous. Taking it should be very profitable."

Bodak grinned at that, though Chief Turogg cut in. "We should also send raiding parties further north. They should keep an eye out for new soldiers from Heste."

Duke Frederick nodded, but had something to add. "That is good thinking, Chief Turogg. I think however that you should remain here. When the Duke of Braden surrenders, we will want you and Her Highness on hand to accept the surrender and begin negotiating the peace with Heste."

Chief Turogg looked like he was going to object, so Jeanette chimed in. "It is for the best, Chief Turogg. It is important that people see you at the front of this war, to see that the orcs are equal partners." Jeanette gave him a pointed look, trying to remind him that he needed to cultivate the people's perception of him to make him more acceptable as a King.

"Very well. Bodak can take the main part of the tribe south to attack the walled city. A small detachment will go further north to scout and raid. And I will stay here for the capture of our enemy." Chief Turogg looked sullen at having to stay, but was saw the wisdom behind Jeanette's reasoning.

The orcs departed the next day to besiege Villenor. Jeanette was annoyed that they had marched all the way north to Castle Wareg only to turn around and go south again, but that was one of the disadvantages of not having a single person in command of the army. A week after Jeanette arrived at the siege, the gates to the castle suddenly opened, and a stream of servants filed out under a white flag.

"It's a trick, Your Highness. They're sending out the mouths they don't need to save on food. We should turn them back into the castle."

"I don't know. It seems wrong to just send them back in. Besides, they might also have useful information on what is happening in the castle." Jeanette turned to Chief Turogg to hear his opinion.

"We should let them come out. If we want to be seen as friendly by the people in the town, we should not butcher the unarmed."

Jeanette, Chief Turogg, and Frederick went to meet the leader of the servants leaving the castle. "Your Highness." The head of the servants knelt before Jeanette. "I am Richard Karsterly. I was steward for the Duke of Braden in Castle Wareg. I beg leave to deliver unto you the castle walls and outer buildings. The Duke has shut himself up in the keep with the few remaining men he has left. But, the Duke, through his heinous and unnatural acts, has given up all claim on loyalty from us, and with a glad heart, we welcome you to the castle."

Jeanette wondered how long his gratitude would last once the castle, the town, and its inhabitants were turned over to Chief Turogg. "I accept your gift most heartily, Mr. Karsterly. How many men does the Duke of Braden have left?"

"It cannot be more than twenty-five, Your Highness. The others have surrendered and wish to pledge themselves to your service."

"Excellent news, Mr. Karsterly." Jeanette looked to Frederick, who nodded and rode off to give the orders to occupy the walls and outer buildings of the castle. "Do you think the remaining men will stay loyal?"

Karsterly shook his head. "I cannot imagine they will, Your Highness. They will see the situation is hopeless. Most only stay loyal out of fear of King Connor. With Your Highness' protection, they will turn on him readily enough."

"What did they Duke do to earn such disdain from his people?"

"He is a vicious and cruel man, Your Highness. He beat and tortured his servants. He abused and molested our wives, daughters, and sisters. No one was safe from him. I shudder to think what might have befallen Your Highness if your marriage had occurred."

Chief Turogg grinned savagely. "It is good for the Queen that it did not. Now she can find a more worthy husband. We shall clear out the stone house soon enough, and the Duke shall answer for his crimes."

The steward's prediction was soon proven right, and the very next day the keep opened as the last of the Duke's men deserted. Jeanette had the last twenty-five men kept confined to the keep after they opened the doors, but otherwise they were unharmed.

Jeanette, Chief Turogg, and Frederick met with the imprisoned Duke of Braden to accept his surrender. While never fit or attractive, the war had treated him even more poorly, aging him even beyond his years. Heavy drinking and wenching left him wracked with disease. "Gilbert, you're not looking well. Though I have to say, in this one instance I am pleased we're not meeting under better circumstances."

"This is all your fault, you whore! You should have just married me like you were promised to! Promised to! You broke the word of your father you faithless slut!" Gilbert frothed and raved as he pulled at the manacles chaining him to the wall.

Chief Turogg back handed Gilbert, making him fly backwards and crash against the stone wall of the dungeon. "You should speak more carefully of the Queen. Your life is in our hands."

"Filthy orc! When my brother hears of this, you pay with your head! He will hunt down every last one of you orc dogs!"

Chief Turogg laughed at that. "Is that so? Then he will meet the fate of those thousands who died outside the pass."

Jeanette gave Gilbert a long look. "Do you really think your brother will risk his crown for you? Thesta and Sandora are pledged to invade Heste if your brother does not cede control of Braden to Zentara."

"What! Give my lands to you? Never! I'll die, first."

Chief Turogg grinned again. "That is the idea."

Frederick turned toward Chief Turogg. "If we kill him, we cannot know what King Connor will do. He might continue the war even under the threat of Thesta and Sandora."

"We're not going to kill him, Your Grace." Jeanette smiled and walked closer to Gilbert, leaning in to whisper into his ear. "I just wanted you to know I've been fucking Chief Turogg. He is to be my husband, and King of Zentara." Gilbert spluttered and looked shock while Jeanette turned and walked away. "We can't kill him, because he was killed by his own men, before they surrendered the keep.

Chief Turogg grinned and lifted his axe as Gilbert started to scream. Frederick tried to protest, but before he could finish Chief Turogg cleaved Gilbert in two. The axe made a sickening thud as it rended his skull and tore is body in two. "That was highly enjoyable. Now I almost want King Connor to attack so I can do the same to him."

Frederick looked stunned. "Your Highness, I'm sorry but that was not well done. He was a prisoner! The King of Heste's own brother!"

"It was necessary, Your Grace. As long as he was alive, he was a threat. His claim on the Duchy of Braden, and the marriage contract with me were a constant casus belli. We'll blame his death on the turncoats, and pay them to disappear and pretend to be dead. There are plenty of slain Hestens around, we'll say we killed them for their action."

Frederick continued to stare at Jeanette. "You've grown hard, Your Highness. You've adapted to the exigencies of war faster than I would have imagined. I only hope that when peace comes you can return to the good, gentle, woman you were. This is not the Queen you want to be."

"It is the Queen I have to be, Your Grace. My responsibility is to my people, and my Kingdom. The Duke of Braden and King Connor are complicit in the start of this war. For their own ambition, they have driven us to the point where thousands have died, and even more will be uprooted from their homes when the orcs occupy these lands. Someone needs to be held accountable for that. What we have done may not be just, but his death is justice."

Jeanette and Chief Turogg paid off the last men to be with Gilbert, and told them to disappear. They took the money and left Heste, knowing that if they weren't killed for 'murdering' the Duke they would be killed for betraying him if they stayed in Heste. Jeanette and Chief Turogg set up court in Castle Wareg while Frederick besieged another castle.