Three months after her first night in the brothel, Jeanette was summoned again to the royal apartments. Jeanette did not want to have to deal with her parents at the moment. It had been an unusually long five nights since her last visit to The Soiled Dove, and she was getting increasingly randy. Jeanette did not think she would be able to focus on the long, rambling political discourses her father tried to use to impress on her the importance of the marriage.

Jeanette was announced at her parents' door and entered their receiving chamber. Seated with King Rolf and Queen Amarice were Sir Drake and, Jeanette noted with sudden revulsion, the Duke of Braden. "Surprise my dear! Look who is here to see his fiancée!" Her mother glowed with happiness as the Duke rose to greet the princess. "Your Highness, it is my deepest pleasure to once again be in your presence." As the Duke bowed, Jeanette noticed him leering unabashedly at her chest. Somehow she didn't think just being in her presence would be the Duke's deepest pleasure. "Your Grace, what an unexpected surprise. I had no notion that you would be visiting Ruar. Is your stay going to be a long one?"

"Please please, I think you may call each other by your given names. You're to be married, after all!" Rolf smiled congenially as he rose, touching Jeanette on the shoulder to guide her towards an embrace with the Duke. Masking her revulsion, Jeanette leaned in to gently kiss the Duke of Braden on each cheek. The fat, sagging jowls were marred with pock marks, and the skin tasted oily on her lips. The Duke returned the kiss, though he added just the briefest flick of his tongue along her cheeks, sending a shiver down her spine.

"The Duke and I were just discussing recent developments in Thesta and Sandora. Orc incursions are increasing dramatically in both Kingdoms, though no one seems to know why. Tens of thousands of orcs have been spotted, and much of their eastern borders are in flames." The king looked troubled by the news. Thesta and Sandora were big trading partners with Zentara, buying much of the goods Zentara imported from the Elven Isles to the south. If the Thestans and Sandorans were fighting off a major Orcish invasion, then they wouldn't have the money to buy Elven goods and revenue in Zentara would decrease.

"Yes, it is quite worrysome...the Thestan and Sandoran militaries are stretched to the limit holding back the Orcish tide..." The Duke gave Jeanette a knowing look. Zentara could usually count on Thestan and Sandoran aid against Heste, in order to maintain the balance of power and prevent a disruption in their trade network. If they were tied down against the orcs, however, Zentara would have to face Heste on it's own, a fact that was not lost on the Duke. "Which is why our marriage is more important than ever, isn't it? If the orc tribes turn south, they might start raiding Zentaran territory. Of course, if that does happen, Heste will be happy to aid our allies to the south. I can't let my wife's kingdom be overrun by nasty orcs now can I?"

Jeanette fumed at the Duke's pretension. The princess knew what the Duke was really trying to say was that without Thestan and Sandoran help, Zentara would not be able to stop a Hestan invasion. Another wall was being built around her, trapping her into the marriage with this loathsome man. "I have no doubt that your brother's forces would be of great assistance to our own in turning back the orc hordes, Your Grace."

"Please, call me Gilbert, Jeanette, I do want us to be ever so close." The Duke of Braden grinned at her again, eyes flashing lustily. "May I say, dear Jeanette, I've always found the women of Zentara to be of exceeding beauty. I once had a Zentaran mistress with the loveliest black hair and the fairest skin I'd ever seen. She taught me things...Excuse me, I shouldn't be speaking of such before a maid, but seeing you, your own beauty outshines her completely. I suppose it's lucky that I'm to have an even more beautiful Zentaran mistress for a wife eh?" The Duke laughed, and Jeanette shifted uncomfortably. Somehow she didn't think it was entirely a joke, even if her parents laughed along it the Duke. As a servant girl approached to refill the Duke's wine glass, he reached out to give the girl a lingering stroke on the cheek that made Jeanette's skin crawl. "Even your commoners have that fair, porcelain look about them. It's enough to make a man's...hair stand on end." The Duke turned back to Jeanette with a lusty, meaningful grin.

"Excuse me Your Grace, I do believe it is time for me to continue my lessons. With Your Highness' permission of course." Jeanette turned and curtsied to her father. "Of course my dear, I know how excited you are to learn all you need to know for this marriage to be a success. You may go."

"Thank you Your Highness...Mother. Until we meet again, Your Grace." Curtsying again, Jeanette withdrew from the room and made her way back to her room fuming. It was bad enough for the Duke to look at her in such a manner, but to importune the servants in front of her. She would not be able to stand being married to him, not with the threat of a Hestan invasion hanging over the marriage.

Jeanette was intent on making it to the brothel that night to get back at her parents and the Duke. Though truth be told, that wasn't the only reason. She wanted it. Needed it. When darkness fell, Jeanette began her familiar routine of donning the servant's dress and sneaking out of the castle. Jeanette had to be careful as she crept through the halls. The stone floors could carry her footsteps far at this time of night, and if anyone happened to be awake, he would have to be suspicious that someone was wandering the corridors so close to the royal apartments so late at night.

A hint of shame spread through her as she passed by the gaze of the paintings of her ancestors on either side of the hall. She felt like they were alive, like they knew where she was going and what she was doing. As she approached the turn leading to the kitchen, Jeanette pressed tightly against the wall and listened. She thought she heard someone, but not the sound of footsteps. Jeanette peered around the corner, and saw nothing, so she continued her journey out of the castle.

As she made her way through the kitchen though, she heard another sound. Peering around another corner into the back of the kitchen, Jeanette saw the corpulent body of the Duke pressed up against a servant girl, whose dress had been gathered up above her waist. The Duke thrust into the poor servant girl, who stood deathly still, not daring to cry out or protest the treatment.

Jeanette was furious that the Duke would violate a servant in her own castle, but wasn't sure what she should do. If she made a scene, she would have to explain why she was creeping about the kitchen in a servant's dress in the middle of the night. Even worse, she didn't think her father would be overly concerned that the Duke wanted to have his way with a servant. Thinking there was nothing she could do; she snuck past the pair and exited the castle, making her way back to The Soiled Dove.

In the brothel, Jeanette put on one of the undergarments she had been wearing recently while working. Sliding white stockings up her legs to her upper thigh, they tied to a white garter belt around her waist to hold them in place. She then donned a white chemise, pulling it down so the garment hugged her bust and extended to just past her ass. Walking out to the stage, she began mingling with the other girls, confident that she would give the men the time of their life tonight.

Looking out towards the assembled customers, she noted that there was a particularly large crowd tonight. Most of the men seemed to be crowded onto the left side of the room however, and then she realized it was because a party of orcs had taken over the right side of the room. Jeanette had been seeing more and more of them recently, though she wasn't sure why they came. None of the girls would sleep with them, so they mostly just sat around, drank ale and watched the girls. The Madame had tried to entice her girls to spend some time with them for more money, but none had taken her up on it. Beyond the fact that they looked so hideous, the girls knew that the one who slept with an orc would never get another human to sleep with her again. She might get more money in the short term, but in the long run it wouldn't pay off.

Jeanette looked closer at the large orc sitting closest to the stage. He was a massive, brutish looking man, with a large scar running down his right cheek. Like all orcs, his skin way grey, and his body bulky and muscular. Two large tusks jutted up from his jaw, and his nose was porcine and upturned. Thick, coarse black hair cascaded off his head, and as she looked at him he turned toward her, his red eyes meeting her blue ones. "I'd fuck him before I fucked the Duke" She thought to herself. Looking down at the orc she realized she really would rather fuck him than the Duke. At least the orc was strong, muscular, and fit. Before she knew what she was doing she had stepped off the stage and approached the orc.

"Hey there...Would you like to go upstairs?" She reached out to touch the firm bicep, running her hand up along the orc's arm. The orc looked up at her in surprise, as obviously no human woman had offered herself to him before. Her heart raced as the orc looked up at her, an awkward pause as he decided how to respond. The reality of what she was doing started to set in as she had time to think about it. She was about to become an orc whore. The other men, what she had been doing, her routine would be gone. If she went through with this, she'd only be fucking orcs here from now on. She could feel all the eyes in the room on her, and the normally raucous brothel became silent. From the corner, the Madame stared at her intently, waiting to see how this played out.

The scarred orc finally broke the silence. "How much?"

"One gold mark." A whole gold mark was four times what a man would normally pay. It was half of what a day laborer could expect for a single day's work. The orc didn't seem surprised at the high price however, and just grinned, flashing his pointed white teeth. Rising from the chair, he took Jeanette by the arm and led her to the stairs, dropping a gold mark in the Madame's hand before leading the princess to the upper floor.

Conversation exploded in the brothel as Jeanette made her way upstairs with the orc. The grip on her arm tightened, as if the orc expected her to start running. Jeanette did not even consider that, though. Her pussy was already moistening at the thought of what she was about to do. At the top of the stairs she guided the orc to the left, bringing him to her customary room.

"What will it be tonight? How may I pleasure you, sir orc?" The orc looked at her with a leering grin, his hand running from Jeanette's arm to her breast, giving it a rough squeeze.

"For a whole gold mark I want full service, girl." The orc's voice was deep, with a hint of anxiousness and excitement at the prospect of fucking a human woman. The orc's large hand continued to squeeze and rub the princess' tit, until the nipple strained outward against the cloth of her slip. The orc's other hand moved to open his trousers, fishing out his large cock, which he rubbed against Jeanette's stocking clad thigh.

"Start by sucking it." The orc tugged down on Jeanette's breast, making her fall down to her knees. She gasped as she saw the orc's erect cock. It was much bigger than a human's, maybe a third or half again as long, and twice as thick. The grey skinned member throbbed before her, looking strange and alien, but also virile, sexy, masculine. Her hand reached up to grip the base, and as her soft fingers squeezed the flesh the orc gave a soft grunt. Jeanette's fingers traced the bulbous protrusions on the cock, following the ridges to the slanted tip.

"Like it, do you human? Better get used to it...you're not going to get anything else from now on." The orc began to laugh as he shook his hips, making the cock slap and rub against Jeanette's face. "But it won't matter, since after tonight you're not going to want anything else! Now stop staring at it slut and start sucking!"

The orc bucked his hips again, making the cock rub against the princess' lips. Jeanette opened her mouth for the cock, wrapping her lips around the slanted tip. A shiver went through her as she tasted the orc meat, eyes glancing up at the muscular body and tusked face towering above her. She began to stroke the cock, running her hand up and down over the length of it as she suckled on the tip, taking the head of it entirely in her mouth.

The orc groaned again in satisfaction as Jeanette began to suck, reaching down to run his fingers through the raven hair, petting the little human and pulling her against his cock. He fed more of his meat into Jeanette's mouth, giving her a few more inches to suck.

Jeanette's head pounded as the cock slid deeper between her lips. She was actually sucking an orc's penis! The strong pheromones surrounding his cock intoxicated her as she was forced to inhale the scent directly from his crotch. She began to bob up and down, working her lips around the bulbous cock as she jerked off the base. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the room as she slurped around it, her tongue pushing up against the underside, stroking the skin there then swiped from side to side.

"Oh that's a good girl, that's a good lil' human girl..." The orc moaned a little louder as he started to buck his hips into Jeanette's mouth, pushing his cock deeper into the hot, waiting mouth. Soon his long, thick member was battering at the back of the princess' throat, making her choke and gag as she struggled to accommodate the fat shaft. "Take it...take it all slut..."

Jeanette choked and spluttered, but the spasms of her gag reflex only squeezed the slanted tip of the cock and massaged the hard meat with her wet throat. As she struggled with the orc cock, he became more insistent with her, bucking harder and faster until finally his throbbing shaft slammed past her gag reflex and made her throat swell with the bulbous intrusion. His pelvis rocked against her lips, making them swell as he pounded into her mouth again and again, making her choke for breath as the orc held her head in place.

After what seemed an eternity of throat fucking, he finally pulled his cock free. Jeanette gasped and wheezed for breath as she struggled to recover from the deep throat. "Kneel up straight bitch, you're not done yet, not by a long shot!" The orc pulled up on Jeanette's hair, forcing her higher up on her knees. He grasped the base of his cock and began rubbing the tip against her swollen lips. "Suck it again, just the head this time, and work those fat tits around the shaft."

Jeanette followed the orc's commands and slipped the shoulder straps her dress off, freeing her pale breasts. She then lifted her tits up to meet his cock. Wrapping it up in her cleavage, she began to jerk him with her tits as she started suckling the tip once more. The princess' heart raced as she panted around the meat, still trying to catch her breath. Jeanette looked up at the orc again, following the line of the scar from his face, then up to his eyes, meeting them again as she rolled her face into the tip of the member.

The princess quivered as her fingers pressed into her hard nipples, squeezing the sensitive nubs as she worked them up and down, stroking the cock with her soft tit flesh while she lapped and licked at the head. "Oh that's good whore...you're an excellent cock sucker...I can tell you've done this before, but probably never one so big eh? You like it though don't you slut? You like sucking massive orc cock?"

Jeanette moaned in response, and it wasn't just the moan of a trained harlot, looking to please her client. Jeanette did love it. Her pussy flowed with her juices, soaking her labia as she savored the thick, heady taste of the orc's penis. She hoped he wouldn't cum in her mouth, hoped he'd still throw her on the bed and give her the fucking she needed. She nodded her head for emphasis, rubbing the cock with her lips and tongue as she did so. Her eyes blazed with lust as she looked deep into his red eyes. Her desire was evident, and the enthusiasm with which she sucked his cock was too intense to be faked.

Jeanette pulled the grey orc shaft from her lips, and then began feathering kisses and licks down each side. She traced the curve of the bulbous mounds as her heavy breaths washed against the flesh. "Oh yes...I love the taste of it...I've never had anything like it before. All those weak, small, human dicks can't compare...please sir, please fuck me with this monster! Please teach me to worship your huge orc dick!"

She may have been laying it on a little thick there, but she did want him to fuck her now, before he spilled his load. She didn't know if orcs typically went for more than one round, but she didn't want to take any chances.

The orc's guttural voice growled at her as he gripped her by her biceps and lifted her up off the ground, bringing Jeanette to her feet. "Is that what you want? Is that what you really want?" The scarred orc yanked down sharply on Jeanette's slip, pulling the garment off the princess. She now stood naked before the orc, except for the garter belt and her stockings.

"Ah...yes...that's what I want...I want to feel that thick cock inside me!" Jeanette continued to bed the orc, moving her hips to press and rub her moist nether lips against the throbbing orc meat standing before her. The orc slapped his hand between Jeanette's legs, and ran it up along her inner thigh. Grazing her wet pussy lips with his knuckles, he brought the hand up to his porcine snout and took a whiff of her scent.

"Little slut...you're wetter than a spring rain and hotter than a sow in heat! You don't want to fuck me till I cum...you want to fuck me till you cum!" The grin on his face betrayed the derision in his tone. The orc sat down on the edge of the small bed and pulled Jeanette down after him. "You're the whore! You service the customer, not the other way around!" The orc lay Jeanette across his lap, and quickly delivered a swift smack to her backside. "Count them off!"

"Nnng! One!" Jeanette cried out as the hand collided with her backside, leaving a red welt on her fair skin. The orc then smacked her again, on her other ass cheek this time. The blows came on after the other, never giving her time to react or adjust as the orc painted her pert backside a uniform shade of red.

"...Five...Six! Ah! Seven!" Jeanette shuddered as the hand set her butt aflame, making it sting and swell with every relentless blow. The pain in her ass became a throbbing heat, which spread through her loins and further fueled the lust coursing through her body.

"Get it yet? Your job is to service me, not your cunt!" The orc growled with perverse delight as he rained blows down on Jeanette's ass. "Say it!" The orc's massive, grey erection pressed firmly into Jeanette's belly as she squirmed atop the orc's lap. Her smooth, soft skin rubbed the meat as she writhed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her body, already sensitive from her arousal reached new heights of excitement as the impact on her bottom resonated through her body, making her press tighter into the orc's muscular frame.

"...Eleven...twelve...t-thirteen! Yes! My job is to service you! Not my cunt! Please! Use me for your pleasure! Use me however you want!" Jeanette hadn't been spanked since she was a child, but there was nothing childish about what she was feeling. The idea of having a barbaric, monstrous orc in a position of power over her merged with her fantasy of pretending to be a whore. The two experiences became a merged sexual fantasy, inextricably linked together.
The spanking slowly came to a halt, and the orc's hand stayed on her backside, squeezing and massaging the sore flesh. The large hand nearly covered her backside as he groped Jeanette's rear, his other hand moving to massage a breast.

Jeanette purred from the orc's ministrations as she steadied herself from the assault. After just bare moments though, the orc's rough hands were on her waist, lifting the princess up in the air and turning her to face him. The orc held Jeanette suspended over his cock, her large breasts level with his face. "Spread your legs, and guide me into you, slut." The orc extended his long, purple tongue, licking up the princess' tits, his hard tusks scraping along the curve of her breasts as he pressed his face to her chest.

Jeanette reached beneath her to take a firm grip on the bulbous orc cock, cooing as she squeezed it in her hand. She guided the thick meat to her labia, using one hand to hold it against her pussy as the other spread her nether lips apart for him. Her pussy quivered at the thought of the ridged cock sliding and rubbing inside her. Jeanette's mouth hung open as she held her breath in anticipation for the insertion.

"Here it comes..." The orc thrust his hips upward; pushing his slanted cockhead into Jeanette's waiting pussy. Jeanette moaned as she felt it slide inside her, spreading her inner walls as the cock forced its way deep inside her. She felt fuller than she ever had before, and if it were not for the flowing juices lubing the way for his cock she probably would not have been able to take it. The princess thrust her hips forward to meet the cock, bumping into it to guide as much of the meat inside her as possible.

The orc lowered her onto his cock, pulling her down onto the shaft. Jeanette's pussy wrapped tightly around his cock, squeezing it firmly inside of her. Months of working in a brothel hadn't loosened it to the point of being able to take an orc cock without effort. The orc pulled Jeanette all the way down, until the tip of his cock hit her cervix.

Jeanette rolled her hips around the cock, stirring it inside of her as she looked up into the orc's face. Jeanette leaned forward, pressing her lips to the orc's chest, licking the contours of his muscles as she rocked her hips into his crotch. "Mmm...oh yes...I hope my pussy is nice and tight for you...use my tight human pussy for your big orc cock..." A shudder went through Jeanette as she felt the bulbous mounds of the orc's shaft rub against her sensitive inner walls. Her pussy clung to each one, hugging each inch of the shaft as it plugged her up.

The orc lifted Jeanette up, and then pulled her down again. He began to hammer her on top of his cock, his strong muscles rippling as he moved her body. He began to rock his hips, grinding it into Jeanette as his thick, heavy balls slapped at her labia. The slanted tip of his cock rammed into her cervix again and again, the force of the impact helping to propel Jeanette upward before he yanked her back down again.

Jeanette's moans resounded in the small room. Tilting her head back, her hair dangled behind her while her tits bounced and swayed freely with each thrust and pull. Jeanette's toes curled in her stockings as she bent her legs back, tensing up as she squeezed her pussy around the thick cock stuffing her insides. She bit down on her lower lip, her hands reaching out to grip the orc's powerful shoulders, squeezing him firmly to brace herself as she pounded back against him.

The orc began to pant raggedly as he fucked Jeanette, hands gripping her harder and tighter as the excitement overtook him. His dick swelled inside the princess, throbbing against her inner walls as the pressure built inside him. "Aaaah!" The orc used all his will power to hold back his climax, and then paused in his movements to keep from spilling over the edge of orgasm. Holding her in place on his dick, he spun Jeanette around, twisting her pussy around his cock as he turned her to face away from him.

Jeanette shrieked as she felt herself being spun on the orc's shaft. Waves of pleasure washed through her as she readjusted after being spun. The motion and her new position left her pussy wrapped even tighter around the orc's cock than it was before. Once she was in place, Jeanette lifted her knees, planting her feet onto the bed to support herself on his cock. Jeanette pushed herself up and down, bouncing on top of the cock, riding the grey dick eagerly.

The scarred orc grunted louder, the ecstasy building inside him become harder and harder to contain. His hands wrapped around Jeanette's slender waist, one gripping a tit and the other sliding between her legs. He squeezed the breast firmly, then began pinching and plucking at her nipple, teasing and torturing it. His other hand searched out Jeanette's clit, rubbing it furiously as he worked his dick inside her.

The attention to her clit proved too much for Jeanette, and she began to spasm and convulse as her orgasm erupted inside her. Her body bucked atop his cock as she cavorted wildly on his lap. As she wallowed in the haze of pleasure enveloping her body, a sudden sharp pain exploded from between her legs. Her clit screamed as the orc's finger pinched the nub as he laughed gutturally in her ear. Jeanette's pussy quivered, squeezing the cock inside her firmly as the climax made her whole body tense. The pressure on her clit, painful though it was, triggered more aftershocks through her, sending micro-orgasms rippling through her body as the little nub throbbed against the fingers trapping it.

Jeanette's pussy squeezed and released the cock over and over. The tight grip of her pussy massaged the thick orc shaft inside her. She her movement stopped while she savored the climax, the orc began to thrust into her again. His ramming became a blur while he stuck her over and over, each brush of his bulbous cock against her inner walls making her shudder in delight. The orc cried out in delight, the noise reverberating throughout the room as he began to climax. Hot, thick seed exploded from his cock, splattering against her cervix and flooding her pussy as he shot rope after rope into the princess.

The orc's purple tongue lapped wetly up Jeanette's neck and ear, before biting into her neck as he rode out the rest of his climax. The dick continued to spasm, spurting the last of his cum into Jeanette. The orc continued to thrust a few moments longer, taking every opportunity to use Jeanette's pussy to milk his cock of all the pent up cum.

The rush of hot cum into her belly made Jeanette climax again with another shrill whine of delight. Her body twitched and her nerves tingled in the aftermath of the pleasure. Each movement made her shudder as her hypersensitive body magnified every little stimulation. Jeanette's body gleamed in the candlelight, coated in a thin sheen of sweat from the heat and the exertion of fucking the muscular orc. She collapsed back against him, exhaling sharply as she melted on his dick, which remained hard inside her.

The orc fell back onto the bed, pulling Jeanette with him then rolled onto his side, keeping her impaled on his cock. They both panted for breath as they recovered from the powerful orgasm. Jeanette shivered as the thick cock continued to twitch inside her. The hot cum clung to her cervix and the walls of her pussy, and she was certain she could feel the little sperm swimming inside her.

"Shit! You came inside me! Why did you cum inside me?" Jeanette made a start, trying to shimmy away from the large orc. The orc just gripped her tighter, holding her in place with her warm ass pressed snugly against his body.

"Don't worry about it slut, orc's can't get humans pregnant, didn't you know that?" The orc chuckled at her dismissively, resting his porcine snout on the back of Jeanette's head, inhaling her scent. "So you got nothing to worry about, do you?"

"Really? I never heard that orcs can't get humans pregnant...are you sure about that?" Jeanette wasn't sure whether to believe the orc, though after the powerful fucking it as hard to think straight enough to doubt him.

"Sure I am...I've fucked enough of you haven't I? Besides, you ever see a half-orc walking around?" The orc smirked at Jeanette as he continued to cuddle her close, keeping his cock plugging her pussy and trapping all the thick semen inside her.

"I suppose I haven't ever seen one..." Jeanette trailed off as she tried to think if she had ever heard of a half-orc before. "Nor ever heard of one, really."

"See? It's one of the reasons we like fucking human women so much. No consequences to worry about...that and the tight pussy. Mostly it's the tight pussy." The scarred orc laughed again as his hand drifted to cover one of Jeanette's tits.

"Is that what brings you here? The tight pussy? I've seen a lot of your orcs in the city lately..." Jeanette giggled softly as she rubbed her ass into the orc's crotch, making the fat dick shake inside her pussy.

"Nah, we're here looking for trade. We've gotten lots of loot from fighting those human kingdoms up north of here and we're looking for traders to sell it to. That and spend our loot on ale and pussy, when we can find it!" The orc began to laugh again.

Jeanette froze, for momentarily thinking about the havoc the orcs were wreaking on Thesta and Sandora. Humans were being butchered and raped, towns being burned and pillaged by orcs like the one she just fucked. A twinge of guilt squeezed her heart as the thought about how Zentara was getting rich of their suffering, and Jeanette was sleeping with the enemy.

Her guilt only lasted a moment, however, when she thought of how Thesta, Sandora, and Heste were always fighting against each other. Now it was just one more party in the fray, she told herself. If it weren't the orcs doing the pillaging it would be one of the other armies so why shouldn't Zentara profit as it always did; and why shouldn't Jeanette enjoy herself?

"Speaking of loot, I hope you realize that not all of my people can afford to pay you one gold mark for each fuck." The orc continued, not noticing that Jeanette was lost in thought.

"Hmm?" Jeanette woke from her reverie, turning her head slightly to look back at him.

"We can't all afford to pay one gold mark for you, slut. Besides, now that you're an orc whore, the humans won't touch you so you have no choice but to be with us." The scarred orc continued to chuckle. "So I figure we'll pay you a half-mark from now on. That sound good?"

"Oh...yes...that's fine I suppose...as long as the Madame agrees." Jeanette flinched slightly, reflecting on how her 'value' had just been halved.

"That's a good girl...now you ready to take the rest of them tonight or do you still need some time to adjust to our massive orc meat?" The orc snickered again, giving Jeanette a little jolt by moving his hips.

"Ah! I...I think I can begin seeing the rest of your friends tonight...send them up whenever they are ready."

The scarred orc laughed, and left the little room, leaving the princess alone to bask in the afterglow of her orc induced climax. It wasn't long until the next orc came, and then the next, all night long. By the end of it, Jeanette's pussy was well stretched out, to the point she doubted she'd be able to please a human customer even if one deigned to ask for her. Her first time with the orcs wasn't much different than her first night in the brothel, really. They fucked her in all the same ways, except with bigger cocks. It was also more primal, and the thought that it was with the bestial men made it seem even dirtier. The degradation of having to service the savage orcs in a brothel made it all the hotter for her.

When the Madame entered before sunrise the next morning, Jeanette was seriously considering passing out in the bed, in spite of the risk. The Madame studied the naked, well fucked Jeanette a moment with an amused smirk. "I've been looking for a girl willing to take on the orcs for a while now dear, but I didn't think it'd be you who stood up to do it. You had so many menfolk after you already I figured I'd have to get some desperate new girl to be the first. But either way dear, you're my new orc girl as I think you understand. I think you'll do just fine...there will be more than a steady stream of them now that they know there's a girl here willing to take them. And they do pay more, so you're take will increase too. Why just tonight you made two gold marks, and I'm sure it will only increase from here, once you get used to pleasing them real quick like."

The Madame swept towards Jeanette, tossing her a small pouch with the night's earnings. Jeanette could only look on, dazed from the torrent of orgasms that tore through her over the course of the night. "Now sit up dear, it's time for you to go." The Madame pulled out the flask with the contraceptive tea, but Jeanette held up her hand to keep it at bay. "At least one good thing about servicing the orcs is I don't have to drink that foul stuff anymore...orcs can't get human women with child."

The Madame raised her eyebrows inquiringly. "They can't? I didn't know that...are you sure you don't want it just to be sure?" Jeanette shook her head. "I can barely tolerate it when I know I need it...so I will pass on it when I know I don't." Jeanette hauled herself up out of the bed and dressed back in her serving girl's dress. "I shall be back in a few days, when I can make it. You'll just have to tell the orcs they can be patient until then. Don't let them think they've scared me off.

Jeanette and the Madame laughed, and the princess soon left to make her way back to the castle. Having indulged herself with the orcs satisfied Jeanette, and she wore a triumphant smirk whenever dealing with the Duke of Braden over the next few days. Even still, it was not enough for her, and she yearned to get back to the brothel and resume her game. For it was just a game for her: Jeanette didn't really think it was a profession she would want to work. Being able to indulge in her fantasy while being able to return to her life as the princess was what she wanted. Jeanette didn't harbor any illusions that she could, or should, give up her life to take up that of a prostitute.

When Jeanette returned to The Soiled Dove a few days later, she immediately sensed the change in the atmosphere. She was used to a wave of sound hitting her when she entered the brothel. Today, she was met with a wall of silence. Jeanette could feel every eye in the room on her as she made her way toward the stage. When the crowd of orcs clustered around the table to the right of the stage realized that she was there, Jeanette was finally met with the raucous cheer she was used to.

Jeanette slipped off her dress and hung it in a corner, then stepped up on stage beside Cindy, giving her friend a hopeful smile. Cindy turned away from the princess. "Get lost, pig fucker."

Jeanette winced, turning away, her voice getting caught in her throat. Cindy's rejection hurt. The older, more experienced girl introduced her to this world, and was her sister and friend in the brothel. Now she was abandoned. Jeanette knew that it might happen, she expected it, actually. She had been warned what would happen if she serviced an orc. It still hurt though, all the same.

Jeanette decided to ignore Cindy and the other girls, and focus her attention on the orcs. The princess gave them a winning smile, and began strutting on the stage before them, flashing thigh and pushing her breasts out toward them. There were about fourteen orcs crowded around the table, twice the amount that she handled before. It was hard to tell if any of the orcs were the same from a few days ago, though Jeanette imagined they were. She did recognize the big, scarred orc who seemed to be the leader of the band.

Smiling at the orcs, she called out to them, "Hey boys...there seem to be quite a bit more of you tonight. I take it you were pleased with the service you received last time?" The orcs cheered again in response to the question. "That's what I like to hear...but I'm afraid that if you don't move a little quicker tonight I won't be able to get to you all." This time the orcs booed, and she gave them a wry smirk. Jeanette looked over her shoulder at the other girls, who were shooting daggers at her with their eyes. Turning back to the table of orcs, she grinned wide again. "What about this though? I take you two at a time, and then there should be enough time for all of you to have your fun. What do you think of that?" The orcs laughed and began pounding on the table.

The scarred orc stood up. "I don't share, so you'll have to take three of them at once, and I don't care which three it is." The orcs quieted down, scowling at each other as they started thinking of which of them would have to triple up. Meanwhile, the scarred orc walked forward, scooping Jeanette up and tossing her over his shoulder. He then walked to the stairs, giving the Madame the payment and brought Jeanette up to the room.

The scarred orc was quicker this time, fucking her hard and shooting another load into her pussy. Either out of need, or deference to the large queue behind him, he abstained from fucking her mouth and tits again, and after busting his nut, he returned downstairs to let the rest of the orcs begin to run through her. The first pair took her mouth and ass, filling her bottom up with a load of cum to match the one in her pussy and shooting the other into her belly. The second pair took her pussy and mouth, again filling her stomach and injecting another load into her pussy. The princess' snatch become soaked with orc cum, gushing out from between her legs each time an orc thrust inside. As her pussy became flooded with cum, the orcs switched to her ass, until that became too full of orc seed and they switched back to her pussy. The orcs continued to empty their balls into her stomach as well, until it began to swell and curve from the influx of their seed.

Finally the last three orcs entered the room. Their broad shoulders and muscular frames made it difficult for them all to fit inside the alcove. They laughed as they saw her dripping with cum and her stomach stuffed with the seed. "You look like yer having a good night, girl. Ready for the big finish?"

Jeanette purred and sat up from the bed, giving them a big smile. Before she could say anything one of them picked her up and brought her to the floor. Lying on his back, he pulled her on top of him and began rubbing his cock against her gaping, dripping cunt. The second orc came up behind her, then knelt down and pressed his cock between her ass cheeks. Finally, the third orc stood before the princess and rubbed his cockhead against her lips. Jeanette shivered as the orcs teased her. Her head spun from the musky scent filling the room. Before tonight she had never had two men at the same time before, let alone two orcs. Now she was taking three. Even after having serviced eleven orcs already, she was still eager to take three more. Jeanette's eyes bulged as all three orcs moved as one, spearing her ass and pussy and thrusting into her mouth. The feeling of the two thick orc cocks, covered in the bulbous mounds rubbing against each other through the thin membrane between her ass and pussy triggered an immediate climax. She began bouncing on her calves, riding both shafts as the orcs began to thrust. Her mouth closed tightly around the grey orc cock in her mouth, sucking it eagerly as she rolls her lips down the length until the slanted tip hit the back of her throat.

Her body clenched and cavorted as she rode the three cocks. Cum splattered out of her ass and pussy with each thrust. The orc beneath her reached up, his large rough hands grabbing both tits to squeeze and massage her flesh. The orc fucking her mouth grabbed two fistfuls of hair, using her silky raven locks as handles to pull her back and forth on his thick meat. Jeanette's lips rode along the crest of the mounds that dotted the surface of the monstrous dick. The orc fucking her rear gripped her waist, and then began to spank her backside, punishing her flesh still sore and bruised from the spanking she received a few days before.
Each smack on her backside made her jump a little higher on the cocks as she bounced. The rapid movement made the cum in her belly slosh and churn, splashing about in her stomach. The tight grip on her tits made them stretched and pull away from her as she rose up, mixing with the pain in her bottom from the spanking. Her back arched and her neck ached as her face was yanked back and forth to make her hot wet mouth slide along the fat orc dick. Her throat began to ache as the cock slammed through her gag reflex as she was pulled all the way to the orc's cock. Her nose buried in the thick patch of the orc's pubic hair, overwhelming her with the scent of the orc's crotch. She winced in pain as the other cock slammed into her cervix, battering at the upper wall of her pussy while her bowels were invaded and stretched by the last orc's dick.

Jeanette came again and again from the rough treatment. Before the orcs climaxed though, they pulled out of her slutty holes and switched positions. The cock in her mouth moved to her pussy, the one from her pussy slammed into her ass, and the cock from her ass slid into her mouth. The princess grimaced in disgust at first as the tangy mix coating the orc cock soaked into her tongue. As she licked up and down along the length of the cock and stroked it with her lips she could taste the semen from the previous orcs, as well as her own ass. The realization, and the disgust, triggered another climax. Jeanette's pussy pulsed with delight as the constant fucking didn't give her a moment to rest or recover from the torrent of orgasms.

Her hands reached up, one cupping an orc's heavy balls, massaging the testes as she suckled on his cock. The thick testicles were larger than a man's by far. The other gripped his hip, her fingers sinking into the muscular flesh. This allowed Jeanette to pull herself into the cock as the orc yanked her forward. Her sore throat bulged lewdly, her gag reflex totally defeated, which allowed the slanted cock to slide in and out of her throat with ease.

The orc beneath her began nibbling and sucking on her tits, gnawing roughly to cover them in love bites. Two long red welts from his tusks formed on each breast as he grinded his face into the soft flesh of her tits. The third orc, the one fucking her ass, grabbed her hair from behind, pulling it sharply, before allowing the first orc to yank it back. The two played with her head back and forth, making her neck ache and her scalp burn as they each tugged her silken locks in turn.

"Oh fuck...I've never seen a human woman take three cocks before. Not even after a raid. This is fucking amazing...I don't think the others are gonna believe it!"

"Hah! The others are gonna wanna try it for themselves tomorrow night!"

"Tomorrow night we get first crack! I'm tired of how sloppy this cunt it!"

The orcs taunts and plans felt like a vice around Jeanette's heart. She felt humiliated and degraded by the words, even though she willingly put herself in this position. Despite it, or perhaps because of it, she got even more turned on, and her squeals of ecstasy filled the small room as a fresh round or orgasms erupted.

"Time to switch again, I wanna see if her ass is any better than her soggy cunt."

"Not really, a little bit tighter though." The orc in Jeanette's mouth yanked his cock free. "Damn, the little slut licked it right clean! Almost seems a shame to slam it back in her filthy little twat. Almost! Hah!" The orc knelt down, and as the second orc pulled his cock from Jeanette's pussy, took his place. The three rotated, and soon all of their cocks were back in the human princess.

Jeanette knew they had to be close to cumming, and used the last of her own strength to give them the best service she could. She began sucking harder as she bucked her hips forward and back, stirring the monstrous cocks inside her hard as she rocked and rolled atop the thick, hard shafts. It wasn't much longer at all until they began to cum, spilling down into her stomach, and into her bowels and pussy again as the last three orcs of the night climaxed.

Jeanette passed out as they gave their last thrusts, and collapsed onto the floor as the three orcs pulled out of her and stood up. Semen leaking from her pussy and ass pooled into a puddle for her to wallow in. She awoke some time later to the Madame lightly tapping her cheek. As she looked up groggily, she could see Cindy peeing in through the doorway, a look of disgust on her face. The Madame had her dress pulled up above her calves to keep it from dipping into the pool of orc cum on the floor.

"I must say, I never had to deal with these kinds of messes before you started working here, dear..." She smirked softly as she looked down on the exhausted Jeanette. "It's almost enough to want to hire on a maid. Here, I brought your dress, it's time for you to get going isn't?" J

Jeanette rose and put on the dress, the cum quickly soaking through the fabric and staining the cotton. She then turned and got her money from the Madame and left The Soiled Dove, walking bow legged through the city back to the castle.