Orc Dominion: Zentara - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The streets of Ruar, capital city of the Kingdom of Zentara, were filthy. At least, they were filthy when you left the well-travelled main streets with the fine shops catering to wealthy noblemen. The back streets, the slums where the common man lived were not so well maintained. The late afternoon sun baked the trash and refuse in the streets, creating a foul smell that lingered in the air and seemed to follow you wherever you go. With her tall, noble bearing, sleek black hair, fine skin, and a vividly colored cotton dress, Jeanette Grennally, Crown Princess of Zentara stood out like a sore thumb. Even still, sometimes Jeanette felt more at home here than she did in the castle.

The people always flocked around her when she came to visit, though Jeanette was savvy enough to realize it was the alms they were primarily interested in. Jeanette believed that they were genuinely glad to see her, though. Jeanette took a personal interest in the people who would one day be her subjects; she did not just hand out coins out of duty or obligation. She knew their names, their stories, and their situations. She was always happy to offer advice, or an opportunity, or perform some favor. She bought goods from the shopkeepers and distributed alms to the unfortunate, spreading her wealth to each according to his means.

At least once a week Jeanette made her way to the slums of Ruar to meet with the people, each time choosing a different street or neighborhood. She always made sure to send out a footman or servant afterward to follow up on whatever promise she made, when she was too busy with another area of the city to do so herself.

As she made her way back to the castle after her visit, she didn't mind that the hem of her dress was stained from the muck, or that her feet ached from the hours of walking the streets. When she approached the castle, one of the footmen came out to meet her. "Your Highness, the King and Queen would like to see you when you are ready." The footman looked down at the soiled dress with a meaningful glance. The King and Queen were sticklers for protocol, decorum, and maintaining a presentable appearance at court.

"Thank you. You may send word that I have returned and will come to them as soon as I am able." Jeanette continued into the castle as the footman bowed, and made her way to her personal chambers to change gowns.

When she was finished, Jeanette hurried down the hall towards the royal apartments in Greenthorn Castle. Pausing before the door to her parent's chambers, Jeanette straightened her raven hair, adjusting the silver circlet on her head and then raising the neckline of her silk dress to help cover her breasts. Fashions called for a lower neckline and with her large bust it was hard to keep them covered. Jeanette's parents, naturally, didn't approve so she endeavored to appear more modest when in their presence.

Satisfied that her appearance was suitable for entering the royal presence, she signaled the footman who knocked sharply on the door, then opened it and announced loudly "Her Royal Highness, the Princess Jeanette Grennally!"

Jeanette swept into her parent's receiving chamber, head aloft. Her parents sat with their chancellor, Sir Raymond Drake, who rose with her entrance. "My Lady, welcome, His Majesty has important news for you." Jeanette didn't like Drake, who often looked at her with lingering, inappropriate stares.

King Rolf Grennally looked up at his daughter with an apprehensive smile. "Please my dear, sit, we have important news for you...Sir Drake has brought us an offer of marriage for you and we have decided to accept it. You're to be married to the Duke of Braden, Gilbert Ousten, brother of King Connor of Heste."

A look of horror and disgust crossed Jeanette's face. "The Duke of Braden? He's fifty if he's a day. Not to mention fat, covered in boils, and a lecher to boot! We've heard even here that not a serving girl is safe in his castle."

"I'm sure those are just exaggerations dear, besides, he's a gentlemen, he knows the difference between a commoner and a lady. You'd be treated with the utmost respect. There are important reasons for this alliance..."

Jeanette tried another tactic, "But father, I am the heir of the kingdom, marrying me to the Ousten's will subordinate us to Heste! Surely you don't want them to take by marriage what they couldn't take by force!"

"The alliance by marriage will ensure peace, my dear. And the crown will rest on your head, not his. Our line will continue, you'll simply have a king-consort. This matter has been decided my dear, you knew that you must marry eventually. With Heste's military support and Zentara's wealth and control of the major trade centers in the region, our prominence and power will be assured for the next fifty years!"

"I know father, but-"

"Jeanette!" her mother, Queen Amarice interrupted, "You will marry the Duke of Braden, and you will do it with the grace, good nature, and poise that befits your station!"

Jeanette's shoulders slumped in defeat, realizing that no amount of wheedling would free her from her parent's intentions. "When must I marry him...?"

"Before the year is out...some final negotiations for the marriage settlement must be agreed upon, and the details of the ceremony settled. In nine months time you'll be wed."

Jeanette's back stiffened as she stood up straight again. "I see. Of course I'll submit to your wishes, for the sake of the Kingdom."

The King smiled, "I knew you would see reason my dear. Really, this is for the best. Now that you're to be married, I think it is time we start expanding on your responsibilities at court. You already do a wonderful job seeing to the needs of the common man, and distributing alms, but it is time you start moving in higher circles. I would like you to begin overseeing the reception of distinguished guests and petitioners in the Castle. Welcome the nobles, and diplomats, and the more important merchants and ensure they are treated well. You need to have good contacts when you come into the throne."

Jeanette nodded along with her father's request. Ordinarily she would be happy at the increased responsibility, but the news of the impending marriage had dampened her mood. "Of course father, I look forward to it. Seeing to the needs of all our subjects is an important role the Queen. If you'll excuse me, Your Highness, I will go and begin preparations, both for the marriage, and for my new responsibility."

"Always so eager, my dear. Very well, we will meet tomorrow to talk more about the marriage. Have a good evening."

Queen Amarice smiled at her daughter. "It will be alright my love, all women feel this way when they face marriage. You'll come around. Do have a good night!"

Jeanette curtsied low, and left the royal apartments to think about her betrothal. With her dark hair, fair skin and shapely body, Jeanette was widely considered to be a great beauty among the nobility of the kingdom. At eighteen, she was too old to still be a maid. She should have been married years ago, though the political maneuvering involved in marrying the heir to a kingdom were complicated and created delays. Even still, her sexual awakening had occurred years earlier, and she was eager to be wed and bed...just not to someone horrific, like the Duke of Braden.

Jeanette's sexual awakening began when she noticed her father in the company of a beautiful woman, and no one would tell her who she was. Finally, Sir Drake informed her that it was the king's mistress. Sir Drake took a perverse pleasure in telling her exactly what a king's mistress did, and why her father needed one.

Jeanette found the idea of the king's mistress to be exhilarating. As a young woman, she was bound by all manner of restrictive social conventions, and found the freedom of being a mistress to be intriguing. Even later, when she matured and understood the perils of being an unsupported, unprotected woman, the idea lingered, featuring heavily in her fantasies at night when her fingers explored her budding body. It was also Sir Drake who informed her of those dangers, when she convinced him to tell her more about the life of a mistress. Sir Drake told her that not all women got to become mistresses to important people. A noble's mistress needed grace, poise, refinement and education. Commoners had to become whores, working in brothels or walking the streets and docks which carried even greater dangers.

As Jeanette walked back to her room, an idea struck her. She knew how she would get back at her parents, and the Duke of Braden, for forcing her into this unpleasant marriage. A mischievous smile crossed her ruby lips as she summoned Garrett Daniels, one of her footmen.

"Daniels, I have an assignment for you. As I am to be married, it is time for me to take a more active role in the Kingdom and its inhabitants. As such, I wish to begin a charity for fallen women to help restore them to the path of righteousness. I need you to compile a list of five local houses of ill repute and their addresses so I can review which would be suitable for me to begin my efforts."

If Daniels found the assignment surprising or unusual, he hid it well and left the Princess with a deep bow, promising to return before the end of the day. Daniels was Jeanette's most trusted servant. Jeanette had met Daniels in the slums of Ruar when she was making her rounds through the city. Daniels was out of work and unable to support his wife and their four children. Daniels had tried to get money at the gaming table, but only fell deep into debt to a criminal element. They had roughed Daniels up, and were threatening to put his daughters in a brothel in order to repay the debt. He had approached Jeanette for alms, and upon hearing of his story, hired him into her service and arranged for the debt to be repaid. Daniels had been devoted to the princess ever since.

Retiring to her chamber, Jeanette dismissed her servants and reclined on her bed. Jeanette ran her fingers down the silky contours of her dress, pressing the soft fabric against her breasts and rubbing it around her nipples. The feeling of the silky material encapsulating her nipples send a shiver of pleasure through her, and the naughty thoughts racing through her mind made her slit moisten and her thighs press together.

Jeanette found the perfect rebellion against this match: she would live out one of her favorite fantasies. Of course, she couldn't become some nobleman's mistress...that was too much of a commitment, and she was too well known in the noble circles. She could, however, be a whore...at least for one night. Jeanette planned to lose her virginity to some nameless stranger in a brothel to prevent having to giving it away to someone as loathsome as the Duke of Braden.

One hand tickled down her abdomen, and began pulling up the skirt of her dress. Jeanette imagined lying in a dirty bed as a faceless man lay atop her, thrusting into her relentlessly. Her fingers pressed into her now exposed slit, tracing the curve of the moist flesh, spreading the labia apart with her fingertips. Her slender digits soon found her clit, caressing the little button. Jeanette thrust her hips into her hand as she pictured wrapping her legs around the client, fucking him back eagerly as he used her for his own pleasure.

"Oooh...mmm....yes....fuck me...mmph...aaah...." Jeanette moaned eagerly as she began to rub her clit faster and harder. Her heart quickened as the heat welled within her. Soon she was picturing herself on all fours, naked and exposed to the man with a queue out the door. As he finished and climaxed on her back, another would soon take his place with a jingle of coins landing in a cup next to her bed. Each man in her fantasy was a nameless, faceless commoner using her for his own pleasure. Jeanette cried out shrilly as her fingers slid up and down over her clit, wantonly grinding into the button.

Jeanette's hand crumpled the fabric of her dress around her breast, groping her tit as she imagined a man would maul it. Her tit spilled out of the low cut dress, allowing her to squeeze and pluck the nipple as she bucked into her other hand. As she approached her climax, she released the breast and thrust two fingers inside her, while the digits of the other hand continued to work her clit. The fingers slipped deep inside her pussy, her hymen having been torn while horseback riding years ago. She began pumping them in and out as she crossed and uncrossed the digits. Her knuckles pressed against the sensitive inner walls of her pussy as she rode her own hand.

Her fantasy shifted again, this time imagining that one of the clients taking her at the brothel was someone she knew. She imagined that one of the men she met in the city slums discovered her in the brothel. That he looked at her with shock, surprise, and arousal. In her mind she heard the clink of his coins in the cup and saw him lie atop her. In her fantasy, the man's calloused hands held both her wrists above her head, while his heavy body pressed her to the bed.

Jeanette's pleasure grew as her mind got dirtier. In her fantasy the man talks about how he always wanted her, how he always thought she was a whore. He fucks her hard, painfully slapping his body to hers. Jeanette's hand began moving faster, slapping into her labia as she fucked her fingers harder. One hand gripped the sheets of her bed, twisting them in her fist as she cavorted on the mattress, humping her hand furiously. The wet sound of the fingers sliding through her juicy folds filled the room as she pushed her hips hard and high into her fingers. The reality of the fantasy, the enchanting notion that she might actually be living it that very night pushing her over the edge, and as she imagined a commoner shooting his seed deep in her belly her climax struck, and she cried out in pleasure as her body clamped around the fingers. After tensing and freezing for several moments, each little twitch of her finger on her hypersensitive clit making her jerk and spasm, Jeanette exhaled sharply and collapsed back on the bed panting, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm and eagerly anticipating the return of the footman.

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Jeanette wrapped her cloak tightly around her to conceal her large tits as she slipped out of the castle. Wearing a servant's dress taken from castle stores, the garment was unable to properly cover her breasts and left generous portions on full display. The princess made her way into the streets of Ruar, capital of Zentara. Daniels had returned to the castle that evening with a list of six local brothels. Jeanette wanted a brothel that was close enough to the castle that she could make it at night with relative safely, but far enough that she would encounter any of the castle servants. The princess selected one several streets down from the castle on one of the major roads of the city named The Soiled Dove. Hopefully, being close enough to the major trade streets would prevent any of the men she met in the slums from being there either.

The building was a large establishment, with a rowdy tavern on the first floor and numerous rooms on two upper levels. Jeanette chose this cathouse based on Daniels' description. It was large enough for one girl to get lost in, and large enough that it would likely take on a new girl with such short notice. The princess made her way to The Soiled Dove without incident, and entered the bawdy house. The smell of smoke and liquor, sweat and sex filled the room as the raucous noise of the inhabitants deafened her ears. A makeshift stage was erected on the far side of the room, and a dozen girls paraded about, calling out to the patrons and trying to entice customers. The room was crowded with men, probably at least thirty of them at the bar and at the tables in front of the stage. There were probably even more of them upstairs with some girls right now. Just next to the stage, an older woman stood guard over the stairs leading to the upper levels. Taking her for the Madame, Jeanette cut a path through the men, blushing as some groped at her, smacking her pert, round ass or squeezing a handful of titflesh. Jeanette's heart raced, pounding furiously as she reached the end of her journey, and the beginning of the fantasy. The touch of these men was just foreplay before the main event, but she was already soaked beneath the linen servant's dress.

"Good evening, Madame..." Jeanette opened her cloak, presenting the large tits to the older woman, the tightly cinched dress keeping them held aloft. "I was wondering if...if you needed another girl tonight?"

The Madame looked over Jeanette approvingly, knowing that her endowments, soft skin, and ravishing beauty would make her immensely popular. "Just for one night? I don't take on girls by the night...they always come with problems...be it an angry pip, a bawling baby or diseases that dirty up all the customers."

Jeanette bit her lip, "Please Madame, I really need the money..."

"For what? Paying a woman to get rid of some babe in your belly? Don't want your parents to find out? If you really need the money I can take you on regular, you'd be a big hit I'm sure..." The Madame smiled at the princess, reaching forward the brush her thumb over Jeanette's hard nipple, giving it a soft flick before tugging the neckline of the dress down to let her tit fall out.

Jeanette gasped as her breast became exposed, a rush of pleasure at the exposure rippling through her. Some of the men standing nearby hooted and cheered. The princess felt their eyes on her, and her pussy gushed further with the thought that they would soon be lining up for the chance to fuck her. Her thighs slid together as she gripped the skirt of her dress, knuckles going white as she clutched the fabric around her fingers.

"Please Madame, I...I'm sorry, I lied...I don't need the money...in fact...I can pay..." Biting her lip, Jeanette pulled a small purse from a pocked in the dress. "Five gold marks...to work here for one night." Jeanette leaned in toward the Madame and lowered her voice. "I work for a great lady...I displeased her, and she's ordered me to work here for a night...she gave me the money to help convince you...she...she urges you let her patronize your place...and to make use of me...you can...you can keep all the money I earn of course..."

The Madame looked at Jeanette again, not entirely believing the story. The girl carried herself too well, and spoke too eloquently. Still, five gold marks was a lot of money, and the girl would earn more that night. It was too good an offer to turn down. Besides, who was she to try and question the games the nobility played?

"Very well my dear...I'll let you work here tonight. In fact, I think I can get you started right away..." Turning toward the men who were eagerly watching, she raised her voice above the din of the crowd. "Who wants a piece of my new girl here?" A massive roar was the answer and a line of men began to form. "But first we need to make sure she's Soiled Dove material don't we?" The men laughed in response, cheering and egging the Madame on. Jeanette stood frozen under the attention of all the men. When the Madame pushed her against the wall and began lifting up her skirt, she groaned softly and spread her legs. The Madame lifted the skirt of the dress above Jeanette's waist to expose her pussy. The Madame snickered as she pressed her fingers against the wet folds. "Wet already! She's eager for it boys! And she looks clean enough, so I don't see any reason to hold this up any longer!" The Madame released Jeanette's dress, letting it slide back into place then wiped her fingers on Jeanette's face with a smirk. She finally nudged Jeanette towards the stairs, giving her bottom a smack to send her on her way.

As Jeanette rushed up the steps, she heard the Madame call after her to turn right and take the third room on the left. Making her way down the hall, Jeanette glanced through the doorways on her way to the assigned room. Each chamber had only a hanging strip of cloth to offer privacy to the clients, and they did not always conceal the rooms entirely. The princess could hear moans and slapping coming from the rooms, sending another quiver of excitement through her.

Jeanette entered her room, leaving the curtain slightly open. Her trembling fingers fumbled to undo the ties holding her dress closed, but soon they parted, allowing the dress to fall off her body and pool at her ankles. Jeanette wore nothing beneath it, adding to the perverse thrill of her little game. Jeanette licked her lip again as she waited, eagerly looking out the doorway. Her hand fell to her pussy, gingerly running over it, marveling at how wet she was.

As she brought her fingers up to examine the moistness, her first client entered the room, yanking the curtain closed behind him. The man looked at the moisture glistening off her fingers in the candlelight and smiled.

"Ready for me, whore? Eager and waitin' for the fuckin' I'm gonna give ye?" The man was large, unshaven, unkempt. But that didn't matter to Jeanette, all that mattered was the fulfillment of her fantasy and the revenge on her parents. "Mmm....you know it...come here...come here and...and let me see that fat cock!" Jeanette sputtered out the words, trying to talk like the girls she heard below in the tavern. The man advanced with a grin, reaching out to the princess. "Lemme see them titties..." He squeezed Jeanette's melons, his rough, calloused palms rubbing against the princess' hard, sensitive nipples.

"ah...oh...that's good...." Jeanette shivered as the hands groped her breasts, the coarseness only turning her on more. The man was a commoner, a laborer, and he was about to fuck the princess of the whole country, even if he didn't know it. The thought intoxicated Jeanette, and she reached out to him, feeling his biceps, rubbing and massaging the bulging muscles. The man leaned in, pressing his face between Jeanette's large bosoms, then kissed and nibbled his way to her nipple. His hot, wet tongue lapped and slid against it, teasing the sensitive nub as Jeanette panted in his arms.

"Fuck you got nice tits..." The man's hands gripped them tightly, sending a jolt of pain rushing through Jeanette. He then pressed them to his face as he nibbled at the princess' cleavage. The man's whiskers scraped at Jeanette's soft skin, but it didn't stop her from leaning back and pressing her chest more firmly into the client's face. As she leaned backwards, she also thrust her hips forward, rubbing her pussy against the man's thigh.

"Hey watch it whore, I don't need your cunt juices soaking my pants." The man released Jeanette, pushing her back onto the bed. "But if yer that eager ta get fucked, I think I can oblige ya...spread your legs and lemme see that pussy of yers..."

Jeanette lifted her knees and spread her legs, putting her pussy on display for a man. This peasant was the first man to ever see her pussy, and the thought drove her wild. She leered hungrily at the man as he opened his pants, and fished out his stiff cock. Jeanette didn't know if it was bigger or smaller than normal, though it looked fat and long enough. All she knew was that she was about to lose her virginity to a stranger, an unknown commoner in a brothel.

Jeanette reached between her legs to pry her labia apart, letting the man see her pink folds. The client groaned and his cock gave a jump at the lewd, erotic sight. Climbing atop Jeanette, he guided his cock to those folds and began rubbing his cockhead against the moist nether lips.

The touch of the hot cock made the princess jump and gasp, sending near orgasmic tremors through her body. The man was quick to coat his cock in her juices, and before she had time to think, slammed his cock hard and deep into the royal snatch.

Jeanette moaned as the cock filled her tight, formerly virginal pussy. She grabbed onto the man's shoulders to steady herself as he began banging away inside her. The friction of the throbbing shaft rubbing her sensitive inner walls made her feel alive, as if for the first time. A sexy, sensual pressure compressed her chest as her heart raced in excitement. This was better than Jeanette anticipated, or expected. Better than she imagined possible. Her hips moved of their own accord, thrusting into the man's cock, matching his own movements as she fucked him back eagerly.

"Fuck...yer tight for a whore...so fucking tight..." The man grunted in satisfaction, slamming his hips wantonly into the princess. The wet sounds of his hips slapping against Jeanette's naked body filled the small room, and soon their own moans mingled with the rest of those in the brothel.

"Ah...ah yess....fuck me harder...slam your big fat dick inside me!" Jeanette cried out louder and louder. The man was not even particularly big, or skilled, but the living out of her greatest fantasy amplified everything for her giving her the greatest pleasure of her life.

The man came close to cumming, riding the edge of his climax. Not wanting to cum too soon, he slowed down and then stopped after a moment. "Turn around whore, I wanna see that ass of yers as I fuck ya!" Jeanette whined as the fucking stopped, then quickly turned around and rose onto all fours, shaking her ass at the man as her thighs spread. The man smacked her ass hard, then gripped it to hold it in place as he pushed his cock inside her once more.

The heavy spank caught Jeanette's attention, making her gasp and then groan in delight as the cock slammed into her once more, stretching her tight walls around the girth. Her ass stung red, though she continued to buck it back into her client. Her hips swayed from side to side, grinding back into the cock as she squeezed it inside her, trying to trap it within her vaginal folds. "Mmm! That's it...that's so fucking good...keep going...please don't stop...I need it I need it!" The normally refined princess cried out eagerly for the fucking.

The man obliged her willingly, his hips becoming a blur as he began to thrust faster and harder. The man's hands groped and kneaded her tight, pert backside, squeezing the cheeks together as he rutted with Jeanette. "Aaaaah!" The man groaned loudly and whipped his cock out of Jeanette's pussy, cumming hard and sending long sticky ropes of cum spewing over Jeanette's back, tangling in her hair and painting her ass with the hot seed.

As the cum splattered down on her, the last coherent thought she had was that she never even got the man's name. Jeanette began to climax wildly, shrilly crying out in pleasure as waves of ecstasy exploded out from her loins through the rest of her body, making her tense and convulse as she rode the crest of the orgasm. The pleasure, the wicked, naughty, decadence of her actions overwhelmed the young princess and she collapsed on the bed, passing out from the experience.

Jeanette came to moments later to find another man already atop her. Her eyes flickered open to look up at the next man from between her legs, which had been bent up to her shoulders. The new man leaned on the backs of her thighs, holding her down as he pounded away into her wet snatch. The rhythmic thrusting into her already stimulated cunt triggered another climax, and then another as the cascade of pleasure inflamed her body. Soon that man too came, spilling his seed over her breasts and belly. Then another client entered, and after him, another. Hours passed as Jeanette constantly serviced the patrons of the Soiled Dove.

At the end of the night she found herself on all fours, with a man pumping into her from behind. Jeanette's muscles ached, but she continued to flex and push against the probing cock, fucking it back as it slammed into her. Her whole body was sore from a night of the frantic fucking, but the pleasure released from countless climaxes numbed it somewhat. The man fucking her reached forward with one hand, taking a firm grip of Jeanette's soft black hair and pulled it back, forcing Jeanette to look up at the ceiling. He continued to tug, pulling her back into his cock as he slammed it inside over and over. Each thrust caused the previous loads of cum to ooze and spurt out of her, soaking into the sheets of the bed beneath her. Her hands clawed and gripped at the covers as she tried to brace herself. The man's other hand began to smack down on Jeanette's exposed, raised ass, turning her cheek a bright red from the abuse. The combination of the smacks on her bottom, the tugging of her hair, and the constant rubbing of the cock inside her drove Jeanette over the edge one more time and she began to shudder violently with the climax. As Jeanette's vision returned and her mind cleared, the man pulled out of her and shot his load, hitting the back of her head and soaking into the stretched out hair. The man then released her, fixed his pants, and left the room panting.

Jeanette collapsed back onto the bad, sprawling out. Each successive man had added to the semen coating her body, leaving her caked in the sperm. It covered her breasts and her belly, her thighs and ass and back. It filled her pussy and dripped down her inner thighs. The men fucked her in every position she could imagine and a few she couldn't. Jeanette came more than she ever had before. Each climax was a stronger, more powerful climax than any she had experienced before that day. As Jeanette basked in the aftermath, wallowing in the thick scent of sex permeating the room, the Madame returned.

"Well they certainly did a number on you, didn't they dearie?" The Madame looked at the exhausted Jeanette, sprawled out on the bed with some amusement. The humor in the Madame's eye made Jeanette feel ashamed, as if the other woman knew she was there for her own perverse pleasure. Jeanette sat up and reached to pull the thin cloth that served as a blanket over her body. "Don't you worry about that, it's nothing I haven't seen before is it?"

"I suppose it is a little silly to worry about modesty now, but even still, until I can wash myself and put on my dress I would prefer to stay covered...seeing as I'm no longer seeing customers." Jeanette lifted her arm to her forehead, and brushed off the sweat glistening on her skin.

"If you say so dear, but take it from me, a few months here and you'll be wandering up and down the halls here as stark as the day you were born." The Madame chuckled softly as she entered the room and sat on the foot of the bed. "You did well tonight; better than I expected in fact. How did you come to hold up so well?"

"Living on the farm makes a girl strong, durable, and capable of many things."

The Madame laughed louder at that. "If you've ever even seen a farm I'd pay you your rightful share of the night's take now, and the house's bit too. How did you come to walk through my door tonight anyway?"

Jeanette ran her fingers through her hair, brushing the wet locks behind her ear to buy time as she went through the cover story she developed for herself to get it right. "My mistress bid me to come as a punishment."

"A punishment hmm? What could you have done to merit so harsh a punishment I wonder? Slept with the lady's husband?" The Madame's eyes bored into Jeanette, watching for her reaction to try and judge how truthful she was being.

"It's...a long story and I'd rather not go into it. I wouldn't want to...betray any confidences that might lead to an awkward discovery of the house I belong to." Jeanette evaded the question as best she could, though the Madame looked skeptical.

"Mmm...well anyway dear, you took more customers in a night than most girls do. I think you enjoyed a bit more as well. I'm sure your "Mistress" will be pleased. Shall I write her a note?" The Madame grinned at her. "Or perhaps you'd like to write it, and I can just sign? A well-spoken young lady such as yourself is a fine writer, I'm sure."

Jeanette looked back into the Madame's eyes. "Oh I can write with the best of them, Madame, I couldn't serve as a lady's companion without the ability to read and write now could I?"

"I should think not...anyway, up with you now girl, you don't live here and it's time for you to go!" The Madame scooped up Jeanette's dress off the floor and tossed it onto the princess. As Jeanette rolled out of bed and began to dress, the Madame poured a small flask into a teacup. "Here now dear, drink this..."

"What is it?" Jeanette looked at the cup warily. Now that her game had been played, she was beginning to think rationally again, and wondered if the Madame might have some trick up her sleeve.

"A little something all the girls drink each night. It will keep any babes from growing in your belly. We don't want to send you home with a present now do we, girl?"

Jeanette paled and shuddered at the idea, then quickly drank it down. The taste was horrid, causing Jeanette to grimace and nearly spit it all up. "It tastes awful...though I suppose it doesn't need to taste splendidly to do its job..." Jeanette looked at the Madame with a hint of embarrassment. "Thank you...for letting me work here tonight. I do appreciate it."

"Thank you she says! My dear, you made me a pretty bundle last night...you're welcome to come back anytime you like!"

The princess shivered again at the thought. Up until this point, she honestly hadn't thought about doing this again. Now the seed was planted. As Jeanette made her way back to Greenthorn castle, a deep ache settling into her well used pussy, she resolved not to return. She had her fun, she had her memories, and she had her revenge, but it was too dangerous and she needed to get on with her life.

Continued in Zentara Chapter 2...

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