Orc Dominion: Zentara - Tales of the Soiled Dove - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

It took two weeks after the events at the Duke's party for Jeanette to bring herself to the Soiled Dove again. It was not so much that she needed to recover from all the fucking, though she had to admit her stomach was upset for a few days after guzzling all that semen during the cum drinking contest, but rather she just found herself too close to too many people she knew in her real life. It didn't help that after returning to the castle she kept running into Sir Jeremy and Count Driscoll, her father's friends who had fucked her at the party, or that every time she took a bath she wondered if the young squire Stefan was peeping on her. Not that the worry stopped her from playing with herself in the bath; she did have needs after all.

Finally though she got to the point where touching herself in the bath wasn't enough to satisfy her needs, so she found herself back in the brothel that started her sexual adventures. It was busy tonight, and she could tell that she was going to have her hands full. She made her way towards the Madame and pulled the hood of her cloak off her head.

"Jeanette! There you are girl! I've been wondering when you'd be back. You did such a great job at the Duke's party that we've had requests coming in for you every night!" The Madame gave her a forced frown. "If you want to work here you need to be more consistent. I need to know what to tell the customers about your availability!"

Jeanette's heart raced. She knew she was one of the more popular girls at the brothel, but had there really been so many requests? "Apologies, Madame. I had to go out of the city with my Mistress. I would have been here if I could, truly." She doubted the Madame believed the lie she first told when coming to the brothel, but it was the lie they needed to make this work.

"Well, I suppose that's unavoidable then." The Madame smirked. "Can't leave your Mistress uncared for; she might not let you come back. Anyway, I'm glad you're here."

"I can see why, the Dove is packed to the rafters tonight!"

"Yes, but that's not why. I've got a very important client for you tonight. He's had servants here every night looking for you, and the price offered just keeps going up and up. I need you to do an outcall tonight and go to the client's home. Apparently he's too ill to come in himself."

An outcall? Jeanette hated those; she never knew where she would end up. What if it was in one of the neighborhoods where people knew who she was? Still, the risk of discovery was part of what made the game so fun, and if she wasn't caught at the Duke's party surrounded by her peers, what were the odds that she'd be caught on a random call? "Alright, is a servant here tonight to take me?"

"Of course!" The Madame laughed. "Though I don't think he'll be too pleased that you actually showed up. He's been enjoying waiting here with the girls every night for you to appear!"

Based on the servant's livery, Jeanette could tell that he likely worked for a merchant with one of the Guilds. Frivith, the Master of the Smiths was at the Duke's party. Was that her client? The servant was taciturn as he led her through the city. Apparently he was disappointed that he wasn't getting another night to lounge around the brothel. Jeanette didn't mind though; she was too busy thinking about her client.

The servant led her to the Guild Hall, but rather than going through the front gate as she was accustomed to, the servant led her to the public entrance to the sculpture garden. I suppose that makes sense, she thought, I'm not here as a Princess, I'm here as a whore. He'd want to sneak me in the back.

The indoor sculpture garden was one of the more popular places in Ruar. Originally it was an empty hall, but a generation or two ago the Council of Guilds was fed up with nobles being late or not paying for their commissioned work at all. They took in several orders costing hundreds of thousands of gold marks and then refused to do the work or return them. The nobles were furious of course, and there was a real worry about blood flowing in the streets.

In the end, the King ordered the Council to return the money, but in exchange the nobles had to return all the statuary they couldn't pay for. In the future, all payments had to be made up front and the Crown would enforce any contracts that the nobles tried to renege on. It was a defining moment in the city, and largely responsible for why the Council had so much power today.

The repossessed statues were put in the hall, and it was opened to the public, much to the chagrin of the nobles who believed that the commoners wouldn't appreciate the beauty. That was and wasn't true; many certainly seemed to appreciate the beauty, as the nude statues often inspired erotic couplings in the darker corners of the garden.

The couplings had become so frequent that the sounds of grunting and groaning had become attributed to ghosts in the lore of the building. Jeanette smirked to herself as she reached the back end and entered the hall proper. And tonight she was going to be adding to the legend.

Master Frivith was waiting for her in his private studio. He stood up, and grinned toothily as he hobbled over to her. "So he found you at last! I'm so pleased, I've been looking forward to this every moment since the Duke's party." Frivith hobbled over to Jeanette and boldly reached out, fondling her breast with one hand and her ass with the other.

"Thank you, Master Frivith. It's flattering to be so desired." Jeanette smiled as she stroked through the man's long grey beard and pushed her hips forward so that her thighs rubbed against his body. "How may I be of service to you tonight? Forgive me for being so bold, but last time you intimated that you were not able to perform."

The Master Smith chuckled, and then broke into a cough. A servant quickly brought over a goblet of wine, which he drank down and then dismissed the servant. "That's true. I have a different sort of proposition for you." Frivith brought his hand up from Jeanette's ass and fondled both breasts, before untying the serving dress and freeing both those magnificent globes. "I was so inspired by your body that I decided I had to make a statue of it. I want you to pose for me, girl. I can make you into my greatest creation!"

Jeanette's heart leapt into her throat. He wanted to make a statue of her? There's no way she could allow that. Anyone could see it and recognize her! Plus, what would happen to Frivith if it was discovered he was making naked statues of the Princess? She didn't want him to get in trouble. Even still, the idea of her naked flesh being immortalized in stone did send a little shiver through her.

"I don't know, Master. You must have heard that I don't work at the Soiled Dove full time; that I have a respectable position I must protect. I don't think I could allow you to capture my face in your statue."

Surprisingly, the response only made Frivith grin wider. "Of course, my dear, of course. Perhaps there is a compromise?" He moved both his old, calloused hands to Jeanette's soft tits and massaged them. "Let me just do a cast of your breasts. They are so magnificent! Yours could be the breasts on every Guild statue for the next century!"

The shiver became a tremor as heat rushed through her body, making her face flush. Her nipples hardened, and the Master Mason was quick to catch them between his gnarled fingers. Frivith squeezed them in his hands, making Jeanette cry out. "Aaah!" Her mind raced with the possibilities. Everyone in the city would see her tits without knowing it. They would be in the statue garden, in the castle, in noble houses throughout the city. But the best part was that no one would know except her! "Oooh yesss Master! I could do that; I like that idea very much!"

Frivith beamed triumphantly. "Excellent! Let's get started right away. You must strike while the iron is hot, as my colleagues would say." The Master led Jeanette across the room to a hanging chain. "Raise your arms over your head and hold onto the chain while I apply the plaster." One Jeanette was in position, Frivith brought forward a batch of plaster and began applying it to her breasts. Of course he did it by hand, seeming to take great pleasure in rubbing all over her mounds, making sure every curve of surface space was lovingly captured in the mold. After a half an hour, the mold was finally ready to come off.

"It's not going to be a problem that my nipples are hard, is it?" Jeanette asked, causing Frivith to chuckle.

"No of course not, it's better this way, actually. It will give the mold more definition and more of a lifelike quality." Frivith chuckled as he carefully removed the plaster and set it aside. "I want to make sure I capture every intimate detail of your tits, Princess. The royal mammaries deserve to be copied exact."

Jeanette's heart stopped and she went perfectly still. "I'm sorry? I'm afraid I don't follow."

"You don't have to play coy with me, Your Highness. I know who you are." Frivith gave a manic little chuckle. "Who would have thought that Princess Jeanette was masquerading as a whore? Well, I suppose several people, actually. But nonetheless, I was completely shocked when I saw you stroll through His Grace's courtyard as naked as the day you were born. But a body like yours deserves to be shown off and admired."

"You're mad! I'm leaving!" But as Jeanette tried to pull up her dress, Frivith roughly smacked her breast and pinched her nipple, giving it a twist. "Ow! How dare you! Let go!"

"How dare I?" Frivith chuckled. "If you're just a whore, then I can dare anything I want. If you're the Princess, that is something else. Are you?"

Jeanette snapped her mouth shut and glared at him. "I already told you, I'm a respectable woman-"

Frivith pinched Jeanette's nipple and gave it another twist. Then he reached for one of his flatter chisels and used the bottom as a paddle to spank her breasts. Jeanette yelped shrilly under the assault, and quickly moved her hands to protect her breasts and try to fend the elderly mason off.

"Ow, stop that, I'm not ow mm I-" Jeanette gasped as the smacks continued. Despite her protestations, the abuse was turning her on even more even as she fought the panic at having been found out. How did he know who she was? "Please, fine, fine, I admit it! I'm the Princess! How did you know?"

"I'm a Master Stone Mason, Your Highness, I have an eye for detail. You might have been wearing a veil, but I know the shape of your face and body. The bones don't lie!" Frivith cackled as he resumed rubbing and groping the Princess.

Jeanette quivered as she felt the lecherous old man's gnarled hands touching all over her body. Her heart raced faster now, a mixture of embarrassment but also relief at being found out, at having someone else know her secret. "Ah...What are you going to do?" She bit her lip as she watched the frail old man. Most of her customers at the brothel had been hearty young men. Frivith was old enough to be her grandfather, and though he had spoken of having problems achieving an erection, that didn't seem to dampen his enjoyment of molesting her nubile young body.

"Heh heh heh, for starters, I'm going to punish you, Princess, for being such a naughty little girl." Frivith turned Jeanette around and bent her over a table, and then took his chisel and started to spank her ass mercilessly. "The Princess, the Crown Princess, Heir to the throne of Zentara, carrying on in a whorehouse! Heh heh heh!"

"Ah! Ah ah ah!" Jeanette cried out, again and again as she was spanked, trying to suppress the tremors of pleasure each impact sent through her body. Being discovered added a deliciously perverse twist on her game. The more he took advantage of it, the more she suppressed her worry over what he would ultimately do with the information. Would he blackmail her? For what?

Calloused old fingers pushed inside her, probing deep into her soaking wet snatch. "Heh, you're gushing, Princess Jeanette! You love this, don't you? Is that it? You're a dirty little slut who loves getting fucked?"

"Yes! Yes I'm a slut! A slutty Princess! A shame to my family and Kingdom! Nnnng!" Jeanette moaned harder as those bent and twisted fingers plunged in and out of her cunt. The depravity of the act, of being discovered, of thinking what her parents would say was quickly pushing her towards climax. She worked her hips back, eagerly fucking the mason's hand as he fingered her.

"Heh heh heh." Frivith coughed out a chuckle before pulling his fingers out of her. He brought them to his nose and inhaled the scent, and then slipped them between his lips to taste. "Delicious. I have something special planned for you, Princess. Would you like to hear about it?"

"Yessss..." She cooed and shook her backside, desperate to feel something inside her again.

"You're going to get fucked, Princess. Oh not by me, not anymore. And I know that being fucked isn't unusual for you, whore that you are. But tonight it's going to be different. Why? Because tonight, as you get fucked by every servant in the house, you're going to be watched by someone who knows who you are. The anonymity will be gone, and you'll be forced to wallow in the shame and arousal of your true self being exposed. Now, doesn't that sound special?"

Jeanette shuddered as Frivith laughed. The worst part was that it did sound special. Hearing the guests at the party talk unknowingly about her was both arousing and a little insulting, but this took it to a new level. A level beyond anything she had experienced before. Yet when Frivith's fingers rubbed over her clit, she responded eagerly to his touch as the arousal swept through her. "Yes Master!"

"Good girl." Frivith moved to the door and shouted, "Edward! Edward get in here!" A moment later a young man entered his work room. "Edward, go and tell the steward that it's time, then come back here. My apprentice deserves to be first in line!"

Jeanette shuddered as Edward looked at her lustfully. Had Frivith been planning this for the whole two weeks? It seemed like the whole household knew something had been planned. Edward turned and quickly ran off to follow the Master's order. "How many servants do you have, Master?"

"More than enough for the Gangbang Queen" he chortled. "I've been alive for 87 years, Your Highness, but it feels like now is the first time I'm alive. I never would have guessed that you would turn out be such a whore. Heh heh, 'Gangbang Queen'. Maybe that should be added to your royal titles when you ascend the throne?"

Her face burned in shame at his words. By the Abyss she hoped that he would keep quiet about this. A moment later Edward and rapidly approached the Princess. Frivith repositioned himself to sit in front of Jeanette, so he could look directly into her eyes as his apprentice positioned himself behind her. She looked up, eyes blazing as she locked gaze with the master.

Frivith grinned widely as he looked at the Princess. He could tell the exact moment that Edward pushed inside her just from her eyes. The Master Mason leaned in and whispered in her ear, "At least you know his name, but he's just the first. The others you won't. You might not even get to see their face. Just how it should be for a dirty slut like you. You're just a piece of meat, a cunt for every dirty commoner to thrust into!"

"Mmmm! Ah ah ah!" Jeanette panted in lust as Edward started moving his hips. She eagerly grinded backwards into his cock, and rolled his shaft inside her as she strove to make it push in at different angles and rub every bit of her insides. Her breasts rubbed against the rough wooden as she squirmed, sending sharp pains through her that nonetheless excited her. Frivith's words echoed through her mind as she wallowed in the degrading pleasure. She was forced to think about being the Queen of Gangbangs as the Queen. She imagined herself sitting on the throne getting fucked by her petitioners. She pictured herself, giving alms to the poor in the form of sexual favors. More and more lewd images flashed through her mind as she lost herself to the fantasies, until finally she found herself creaming around Edward's cock as the young man buried himself inside her.

Edward joined her a moment later, shooting his load deep inside Jeanette's cunt. The young man's hips continue to slap the Princess' sore bottom as he rode her through the climax. "Oh fuck!"

"She's a good whore, isn't she?" Asked Frivith. "One of the most popular in the city. They call her the Gangbang Queen, and tonight she's going to prove it!"

"She's the Gangbang Queen?" Edward asked in wonder. "I've heard of her, by the Abyss, half the city has! And I got to fuck her!"

"I take care of my people, don't I? Only the best for my house. This won't be the last time either, isn't that right, your highness?"

Jeanette flinched at the use of the honorific, but then realized he was talking about her being the Gangbang Queen. She had been in a post orgasmic gaze and barely heard them talking about her so casually. But that had snapped her out of it, and now he was implying this wouldn't end? "A-as long as you keep paying, Master. For the right coin I'll fuck however many you pay me too." She tried to maintain the brave front, her professional façade, but Frivith's knowing, leering grin cut through it.

The words sounded hollow to her. She thought she had created a strong persona as her whore self, but it all crumbled away now that Frivith knew who she was. Now, she was dirty, slutty, Princess Jeanette Grennally bent over a table, waiting to get fucked by all the servants in the Master's house. She closed her eyes and moaned, but they quickly shot open when Frivith smacked her cheek.

"Keep them open, whore! I want to look in your eyes, and I want you to look in mine!" Master Frivith had seemed to kind at the party, but now his eyes had a malevolent gleam in them.

She locked eyes with him, not even looking away when the first servant came through the door. Not only did she not know his name, but now she didn't even know what he looked like. All she knew was that he had a nice, thick cock. It slammed inside her with no hesitation. Her already wet cunt was further lubed with the first load, so there was no need to be gentle or slow. The unknown man just pumped away hard and fast as he used the Princess as a cock sleeve.

"Oooooh! Ah ah ah ah!" Jeanette moaned whorishly as she felt the cock rub her insides. She lifted her hips and began to thrust back at him. She worked herself up and down against his powerful thrusts. She was getting so hot that the room started to spin, though somehow she managed to keep eye contact with the Master even as things got blurry.

Frivith leaned forward again to whisper. "Look at you, fucking him back like that. You're too slutty to just lie there and take it, right? You want to cum. You want to achieve your climax from a man you don't know and haven't seen. A servant, a common servant is fucking your pussy and you love every moment of it, don't you, you wicked slut?"

"Yessssss!" Jeanette cried out and started to climax. The degrading words and the lewd situation were too much for her. She convulsed on the worktable, crying out in pleasure as the servant continued to fuck her through her orgasm.

"Oh fuck, take it you slut! Aaaah!" The servant's cock began to explode, adding to the mess that Edward had left behind inside her. After his cock was done twitching, he pulled out and wiped it clean on the curve of her ass. The moment he stepped away, another servant she hadn't even seen enter the room pushed inside her.

"This one isn't technically my servant" whispered Frivith, "He's the rat catcher for the Guild Hall. But that's close enough, don't you think?" He grinned and continued, "Now that I think of it, he might be the rat catcher for the castle, too. Maybe he'll see you there someday? Then I won't be the only one who knows your dirty little secret."

Frivith's laugh send a chill through her body. Would she be recognized? She had never seen the rat catcher before. That sort of servant was too far below her. But had he seen her? She didn't notice all the commoners in the castle. Her thoughts were quickly jumbled by the man's frantic thrusting. He was smaller than the previous one, but he attacked her with a ferocity that quickly fanned the flames of her lust. Soon she found herself climbing towards another peak.

She could smell the man's foul odor as he leaned over her to grab her breasts with his dirty hands. Jeanette looked down and moaned at the contrast of his tanned, greasy, dirty hands kneading her soft, pale, titflesh. His fingers left dirt marks all over her skin wherever he touched. The image made her cry out again as another climax rippled through her. "Aaaaaah!"

The rat catcher came as she was recovering from her climax. A third sticky load shot inside her flooded snatch. She could feel the burning goo warming her insides as it soaked into her vaginal walls. She shuddered in humiliation as she felt it dripping down towards the entrance to her pussy.

"That's just three. You still have a long night ahead of you. I instructed each of them to cum in your pussy, because I have something very special planned for the end." Frivith giggled gleefully as he stroked the Princess' face. While she waited for the next servant to appear, he took the chisel to her backside again, 'freshening it up' as he said to make sure the flaming red welts were still bright and angry.

Jeanette wanted desperately to know what his plan was, but after the spanking and her heavy breaths came another servant, and then another. Five men had fucked her now, and all five came inside her. She was already starting to overflow, so Frivith put a mixing bowl for plaster beneath her to catch the dripping seed.

The sixth man was clearly obese, and had trouble maneuvering his cock into the princess with his belly in the way. Finally he lifted it up and rested it on her firm backside and slid his fat dick into her wrecked pussy. His beefy hands gripped her waist and he pulled back on her sharply as he humped away.

"How many times have you cum Jeanette? Have you lost count? I have; it's hard to keep track when one rolls after another in such rapid succession. What a lucky girl you are to be so responsive. The Duke of Braden is lucky to have such a honry sexpot for a fiancée. Do you fuck him as well? I've heard he likes his girls fast and loose. Is that why you do this?"

Jeanette shuddered as she thought of Gilbert. She wasn't doing this for him, she was doing this because of him! There was no way she was going to save herself for that fat, lecherous fool. Far better that all the commoners in the city have her! Like the fat, lecherous fool fucking her right now. The weight of his stomach on her backside and the Master's comments made her think of her fiancé. Involuntarily, she imagined it was him fucking her right now. She wanted to close her eyes and dispel the image, but Frivith was still holding her gaze.

In her mind's eye, she saw the picture of her bent over the table, naked, cum flooded with cum while the Duke of Braden pumped away behind her. He probably would whore her with his servants. He'd degrade her by having them all fuck her. Except he wouldn't let her drink the tea, no. She would risk getting pregnant by them. The throne of Zentara might pass to the bastard son of some street sweeper!

"MMMMM!" Her body convulsed again and clamped tightly around the fat man's dick. Her orgasming body undulated, milking his hard shaft until his seed joined all the others inside her. She continued to move her hips after that as if in a trance, until finally the fat servant ripped himself from her when her squeezing walls proved too much for his oversensitive cock head.

The next servant paused behind her. "She is filthy Master Frivith, I am not sure I want to fuck her now."

This servant sounded much better educated and more refined than the others. Maybe he was the steward?

"Oh just get on with it, you know you want to. Everyone else has or will."

"I still think I should have been allowed to go first."

"Everyone drew lots and you got your number. Now it's your turn so fuck her!"

"But she's filthy! And not just the semen. She's covered in sweat and dirty and probably other things I don't want to think about."

Jeanette flushed a deeper red in humiliation. Not only had she been drawn by lot, but not this servant thought she was too dirty to even fuck! The men who visited her at the Soiled Dove never seemed to mind the state she was in, though she did often get a chance to clean herself up between clients, even if just a little.

"What does it matter? She's just a whore. All whores are dirty." Frivith grinned at Jeanette. "Isn't that right?"

Jeanette flushed, but nonetheless played along. "Yes sir, all whores are dirty. Please fuck my dirty cunt sir!" Jeanette wiggled her bottom towards the servant.

He looked down at her in disgust, but after another warning glare from Frivith he finally took his cock out and began to rub the tip against Jeanette's cum soaked pussy lips until it got hard. He then pushed it inside and began humping away, eager to relieve himself of his task.

"Ooooh! Yesss! Mmmm!" Jeanette gave her best moan, but inside she was still hurt by the mere servant's insulting words. Doesn't he know who she is? Well, of course he doesn't know, but he should be honored at the chance to fuck me! She decided to bring her skills to bear to force him to embrace and enjoy it.

She clenched her insides to squeeze his member firmly, then released the pressure as she screwed down the length of his shaft. She quickly gripped his cock again with her vaginal muscles as she pulled herself up the length. When the servant groaned in pleasure, she smiled and stirred his cock, before repeating the process again and again.

The man began to buck in rapid, sloppy strokes as he erratically thrust inside the woman. Under the onslaught of Jeanette's best moves, he quickly succumbed to the pleasure and came wildly inside her despite her soiled appearance.

Man after man entered her that night, some even coming back for a second go. By the time dawn began to break nearly thirty men had their pleasure with her tired, cum sopped body. As more and more loads were deposited inside her, more bowls were brought to catch the seed gushing from her stretched nether lips. Finally at the end of the night Frivith moved behind her.

With a long brass spoon he began to scoop out the cum from the deepest recesses of her vagina. A shiver went up her spine as she felt the cool metal rooting around inside her. Already sensitive from the countless climaxes she enjoyed, the probing and prodding of the utensil sent shockwaves through her every time it brushed against her clit through the membrane of her body.

"I believe I mentioned I had something special planned?" Frivith smirked as the weary Jeanette forced herself to look up at him. "Oh no, don't you worry, I'm not going to make you drink it like you did at the Duke's Party. No, I am going to use it. I'm going to mix it into the plaster, so that a little bit of this cum goes into every statue that bears your breasts!" Frivith laughed, and Jeanette sagged down on the table, too tired even to flush in embarrassment or excitement.

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Over the next few weeks, Master Frivith used his leverage over Jeanette to find new ways to humiliate and abuse the Princess. He began passing her to the servants of all the other guilds, letting them each have their way with her in turn. He dressed her in lewd costumes, tied her up, and whipped her until she cried out in climax. In what was possibly the most terrifying and exhilarating night for her, he made her walk the streets as a common whore trolling for clients, and worried that anyone who saw her might recognize her.

Nowhere was safe from him, for he even managed to invade her private quarters. He used his leverage to make her commission a statue, and of course the Master himself would take care of such an important client. Several days a week he would visit her in the castle to capture her likeness in stone. Frivith was actually making two statues; a normal, modest one for public viewing as well as a second, lewder one featuring her body in all its naked glory. That wasn't the only treasure she'd received in the past few weeks. The Goldsmiths made for her gilded cuffs for her ankles and wrists to wear while they tied her up and fucked her one after another. The Artist Guild painted a miniature portrait of her straddling a naked man, while sucking on one cock and holding another. Naturally she had to pose for the portrait with guild members, and act out the lewd scene. The picture was titled "Jeanette the Gangbang Queen."

All the Guilds found some little token to express their appreciation for her services, which seemed to match the character of the Guild. The bakers covered her in sweets and feasted off her naked body. The leather workers put her in a bridle and saddle and rode her around their shops while cropping her backside. The cobblers took her wearing only the highest of heeled boots and the coopers made her sit in barrels and bask in their seed after shooting their loads on her.

Today he had her wrists tied behind her with her squatting down, knees apart to fully reveal her naked pussy. Her mouth was gagged by a large ball strapped to her head, propping open her jaw and preventing her from speaking. Frivith was taking turns between working on the statue and striking her ass and back with a flogger. The statue was coming along quickly. She hoped that it would finish soon, so at least she'd get room private life back. The head and body were already done, and when Frivith went home at night she found herself uncovering the marble and admiring the craftsmanship. He captured her likeness exactly, and seeing her youth and beauty immortalized in stone pleased her, though she wouldn't admit it to him.

Frivith made on last adjustment on the statue and then gave a pleased sigh, before looking towards the Princess. "There, I think I am done for the day. Now it is time for the real fun to begin, yes?" He chuckled as he stepped around the statue to look down at her. "I've made something special for you. It's something I think you're not going to like, but that you'll enjoy." Frivith gave another giggle and pulled out a long, narrow box. His gnarled, wrinkly fingers fumbled to open it in his excitement, but he soon managed to remove the top.

Inside was a thick cock made of marble that was so finely polished that it gleamed in the torchlight and was as smooth as glass. Jeanette's eyes widened in shock as she took in the unusual, monstrous shape of the dildo. What could this be?

"It's based on an orc's penis" Frivith said, as if reading her mind. "Grotesque, isn't it? Just the thing for a slutty little Princess. I bet you've never had anything like this inside you before, have you?"

"No" she replied, shaking her head. She yelped in pain as Frivith whipped her bottom and quickly corrected herself, "No Master."

Frivith reached beneath Jeanette's spread legs to pass her the marble orc cock. "I want you to fuck yourself with this monster while I whip you. That's just the sort of punishment an orc fucking Princess deserves, isn't it Your Highness?"

"Y-yes Master" she said tremulously. Her slender fingers stroked up and down the ridges wrapping around the toy, and traced the slanted tip. She had touched hundreds of human cocks, but never one like this before. It felt so strange, so alien to her. For a moment she felt a tremor of trepidation in her heart, as if she was touching a dick for the first time again.

The whip snapped through the air and bit into Jeanette's unprotected breast. "Faster, Princess!"

"Aaah!" Jeanette yelped and clumsily tried to guide the toy cock to her slit. It was hard to angle it properly from behind, especially as it was so thick. Even still, she flushed with pleasure as she felt the hard shaft rubbing against her labia.

The whip cracked again, and then once more as Frivith decorated Jeanette's body with angry red welts. The Princess cried out as pain lanced through her. Frivith's delighted snickering made her whimper, and she again tried to force the thick sex toy inside her. At least her pussy was wet, which should hopefully make it easier to slide inside once she got in angled properly.

The stonemason circled around behind her. "Need some help, Princess? Maybe this will do the trick." Frivith snapped the whip again, striking downward onto the Princess' back and buttocks.

"Nnng!" Jeanette groaned in pain as the leather cord of the whip slashed over her. The attack made her hips jerk forward, slamming into the end of the cock and forcing the toy inside. Once she adapted to the shock, she tried to move it a little deeper and moaned as the ridges rode over her slick velvety walls. "Ooooh!"

"You like that, don't you Your Highness? I thought you might! You're a natural orc fucker! Start moving this hips now, really screw it up inside you!" Frivith began to whip her again, striking her thighs and bottom mercilessly.

The assault of the whip made her bounce and shake as the force rippled through her. She eagerly moved her hips into the thick, solid toy. It was larger than any cock she had ever had, and the ridges gave her a pleasure that she didn't find in normal shafts. Are orc cocks really shaped like this? Another moan escaped her lips as the impressive girth stretched her enough to apply pressure to her clit from the inside.

The Guild Master circled back towards Jeanette's front, eager to see how his thick toy split open her pink pussy. A soft groan escaped his lips as he beheld the sight. Jeanette's breasts were marred with red welts that extended down to her stomach. Her pussy was wrenched open by the thick cock, and the monstrous shape of the lower half was clearly visible as it hung outside of her gaping cunt. His gaze drifted up her body again to her face. The mixture of her noble features and hot humiliated face made him feel things he hadn't in years. To his surprise, he found his cock stiffening in his trousers.

Not wanting to lose the moment, he quickly fished his dick out and began stroking it. His heart pounded in his chest as he pounded his cock. His arousal was quickly building, getting his blood flowing as he looked down at her lewd form. "Get on the bed and lie on your back. Keep the toy in and lift your legs. Lift them high and spread!"

Jeanette looked in wonder at the Master's hard cock. Was the sight of her fucking an orc shaped dildo really so exciting? She hastened to comply, walking slightly bow legged towards her bed as she squeezed the orc shaft inside her. She lay down on the silk sheets and lifted her legs high up.

Frivith climbed up beneath her and started rubbing his cockhead against her puckered asshole. He spit into his hand to help lube it, and with breathless anticipation pushed it inside. A deep groan of satisfaction spread through him as he felt the tight warmth of a woman's body envelop of his cock for the first time in ages.

He began to thrust rapidly, not wanting to waste any time or risk losing his precious erection. "K-keep fucking yourself Princess! Don't stop!" He watched her avidly, devouring the erotic sight as he desperately tried to keep his arousal up. The pleasure overwhelmed him, making his head spin in lust as he slammed away inside the Princess' hot rear.

Jeanette moaned in pleasure as she worked the orc dildo in and out of her body. She maneuvered it inside herself so that it pushed and rubbed against Frivith's cock as it plunged into her depths. Jeanette began to pant raggedly, pushing herself towards her climax as she suppressed the pain of her sore body and focused only on the pleasure.

"Ah! Ah ah! Agh!" Frivith tossed his head back as he started to cum, and then toppled backwards, slipping out of Jeanette as he collapsed onto the bed.

"Mmmmm!" Jeanette came hard on the orc dildo and shuddered, twitching as spasms rocked her body while riding the crest. She continued to move the toy, extending her pleasure and riding the crest until finally she too collapsed in exhaustion. She rested on the bed, catching her breath before finally rising.

"Are you almost done for the day Master? Master?" She bent over Frivith in panic as the Master lay there motionless. His skin was a grey, ashen color and he wasn't breathing. His hard cock still stood up out from his trousers glistening with cum. Is he dead?

The Guild Master was dead. How was she going to explain this? She was naked, her hands were tied behind her back and she had a huge orc dildo stuffed in her cunt. She looked around the room desperately for something to free herself with. Aha! She pulled the dildo out of her and dropped it on the bed, and then rolled off and scurried to the Master's work area.

She grabbed his chisel and tried to use the edge to cut through the rope, but she just couldn't get the angle she needed. Then inspiration struck her and she squatted down again. She slid the handle into her pussy and gripped it tightly, and then guided the tip to the rope. Jeanette then began to bounce up and down, fucking herself on the chisel as she cut through the rope binding her wrists.

Already sensitive from fucking herself with the dildo, the friction, bondage, and desperation soon had her panting again as she brought herself to another climax. She sagged in exhaustion and nearly slid all the way down the wall. Fortunately the sudden drop of her weight was enough to cut through the rope and loosen it enough to free her wrists.

Jeanette then ran back to the bed where the Master was lying. She quickly stuffed his cock back in his pants and dragged him around so he was lying in the bed properly. "I can tell them his heart was hurting and he needed to lie down" she muttered.

She moved to the door to yell for her footman, but stopped herself just before she bellowed out. She ran back to throw a cover over the statue so that no one would see it and clenched her backside to prevent any cum leaking out. "I suppose I better get dressed too!" She threw her dress on and took several deep breaths. Was she missing anything else?"

"AAAAAAAH!" She screamed as loud as she could. "Help! Help!" Moments later her footmen stormed into the room. "Get a doctor! The Guild Master has fainted!"

The footmen exchanged knowing looks. The Guild Master was clearly dead, but they didn't want to upset the Princess. "Yes Your Highness." One of them ran off, while the other approached Jeanette. "Maybe you should sit down Your Highness."

"Yes of course, thank you." She turned to follow him, but something white flashed in the corner of her eye. The orc dildo! It was still on the bed! "I can sit down myself. Go and tell my parents what happened, and send word to the Guild. I will be alright." She prayed silently that he would listen, and not notice the depraved sex toy.

The footmen hesitated a moment, not wanting to leave her alone, before finally bowing. "Yes Your Highness."

Jeanette breathed a sigh of relief when he was gone. She quickly kicked the Master's whip under her bed, and then grabbed the dildo. I'm glad he gave me this before dying, she thought. I can't be sad that he's gone, not after what he put me through. Her fingers stroked over the smooth surface now silky with her juices. I will definitely be hanging onto this, it's exquisite. I wonder what an actual orc dick feels like?

Continued in Zentara Chapter 3...

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