Orc Dominion: Rebellion Alternate Ending Ch 1

I decided to push out this project I've been thinking about for a while since I can do it in small chapters which are easy for me to sit down and write.  There will probably be three chapters, each around 2000 words or so.  This story assumes that the battle in Ch 9 of Rebellion ended in defeat for Jeanette.  Enjoy!

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Burning fires lit the way as Jeanette retreated out of the Hesten camp.  Her plan had seemed so perfect; Katerei and Gorath would feint while she infiltrated the camp through the hidden paths.  The army at the Pass would hold until the Hesten lines broke, and then push through to route the enemy.  But something had gone terribly wrong; her cavalry got pinned way too early, and whoever was commanding the Pass after Turogg left to chase the rebels had collapsed almost immediately.

Now reinforcements were rushing into the camp and pushing her own forces out.  Worse, the Hestens were already coming back through the paths from the Zentaran side, meaning Jeanette’s only avenue of escape was back into Heste, which is definitely where she didn’t want to be.

“Your Highness, we have to get out of here!” Daniels screamed before a spear plunged into his back.  Her loyal footman crumpled to the ground as she drew her elfin hand crossbow.  A bolt took down the attacker, giving her a chance to run again.

Jeanette’s heart pounded as she ducked between two tents and plunged into the darkness of the mountain.  Finally!  Now I just need to find someplace to hide, she thought, until I can figure out what to do next.  She didn’t have many options available to her.  She could ride back to Suzden, but the castle would likely be under siege again soon now that her own army was broken.

She didn’t have any hopes of salvaging it, either.  Her cavalry was completely cut off and being cut to pieces by infantry, and her foot was pinned against the mountain.  The only ones with a chance of saving themselves were on the other side of the Pass, which she was completely cut off from.

No, her only hope was to get through the Pass back into Zentara.  Jeanette’s gaze was drawn by flickering light deeper towards Heste.  A second, smaller camp had been set up well beyond the confines of the first one.  A smile crossed her lips as an idea began to form.  She quickly dropped her sword and crossbow, and then stripped out of her leather cuirass. 

She removed all her jewels and buried the lot in the hollow of a nearby tree.  She hoped she’d be able to find it again, but right now that was the least of her problems.  If nothing else, I still have my looks, she thought.  I played a whore once, I can do it again.  With that, she set off to sneak into the Hesten Army’s camp followers.

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“Halt!”  The Hesten soldier guarding the camp brought his spear to the ready as Jeanette approached.  “Identify yourself.”

“I’m Messalia, good sir.  I was following the Zentaran army, but they all cut and ran.  I was hoping to find better work here.”  She did her best to banish her noble accent, and adopt the speech patterns she remembered from her time at the Soiled Dove.

The guard laughed.  “Yeah, I figured them Zentarans wouldn’t stand up to our King.  Too clever by half for the Whore Queen.”  That thought suddenly made him more suspicious, and he regarded her closely.  “What did you say your name was again?”

“Messalia, sir.”  She held her breath, hoping he would buy her story.

“And you says you’re a camp follower?”  When Jeanette nodded, he continued.  “Then let’s see the proof.  Show me what you got beneath that skirt.”

“But I’m not wearing a skirt, sir.”  Jeanette stepped into the torchlight.  She removed her pants too, thinking that being seen in them would be too suspicious.  “You see, when the army broke, I was in the middle of servicing a guard.  But he cut and ran, and your own soldiers broke through.  I’m afraid I didn’t quite have time to get a skirt on.”

The Hesten guard grinned and leered at her naked pussy.  “Yeah I suppose that looks beat up enough to be a whore’s.” 

The crude assessment made her flush.  I’m going to have to work on that, she thought, whores don’t blush.

“But I suppose if I want to be really sure I better put you to the test.”  The guard began to unbuckle his belt.  “Come over here and give me a quick suck.  Prove to me you know what you’re doing.”

Jeanette sauntered forward to the guard as the heat inside her began to rise.  It had been a long, treacherous day and she could use a little fun to distract her from her troubles.  Her tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth and her lips pursed in response.  As she pressed up against him she had to stop herself from falling to her knees right there.  “That’ll cost you two bits, sir.”

“Nah I ain’t paying.  ‘Cause if you want to get in this camp and make serious coin you need to get past me.  Now on your knees and start sucking.”

“Yes sir.”  She wanted to glower at him, but reminded herself that none of this was real.  Instead she sunk to her knees, trailing her fingertips down his chest until she reached his flaccid cock.  She lifted the member and rubbed the tip against her lips.  “I’ll make you feel real good, you’ll see.”

“You better, whore.”  The guard reached down and curled her fingers through Jeanette’s hair and pulled her into his dick, rubbing it against her face.

The shaft began to stiffen as she rubbed her lips and tongue against the shaft.  Her fingers rolled the still soft flesh, squeezing the base of the cock as she drew blood into the member.  Once it was semi-hard she took it into her mouth.  With her lips in the classic O and her cheeks pulled in she started to slide up and down the shaft.  She glanced up at him and smiled at the look of satisfaction on his face.  The guard’s dick quickly hardened the rest of the way as she expertly sucked it, leaving it slick with her juices.

“Ah that is good, maybe you’re a professional after all.  Keep going, just like that.  Don’t stop, make it quick.  I don’t want to get caught with my pants down.  Hah!”  The guard laughed, but it quickly turned into a groan of pleasure as Jeanette took the head of his dick into her throat. 

She began to move faster, sliding up and down the length of it and making sure every inch of his cock was pleasured by her mouth or throat.  She tickled the bottom of his shaft with her tongue as she popped the head of his cock in and out of her throat.  She could feel his dick starting to swell and gripped his balls.  The testes tightened in her grip as he inched ever closer to climax.

“Oh that’s good girl.  It must be nice to have a thick Hesten cock instead of one of those limp Zentaran noodles.  Ugh!”  The guard grunted harshly as his cock erupted in her mouth, spewing his hot seed into her throat and coating her tongue.

“Slrrrp schlick Shhllp”  The lewd sounds of her sucking were her only answer, even as she bristled inside.  Her men had just been massacred and she was sucking the cock of one of her enemies.  But she had no choice; if she wanted to win the war she would just have to put up with it.

The guard finally pulled his cock out and zipped up his pants.  He panted a moment as he caught his breath and looked down at her.  “At least I hope it’s a nice change, and you’re not one of those orc fucking whores.  You an orc fucker, girl?”

“Of course not, sir.  I only served the human soldiers from the Duchies.  I’m a good girl, I am.  Well, mostly.”  She tried to give him a sly smile, and was relieved when he burst into laughter.

“I’m sure.  Better not be, anyway.  It won’t go well for you if you are and they find out.  We’ll be going into Zentara soon, and if anyone recognizes you as an orc fucker they’ll spit you on a stake through your nethers.”

She shuddered at that image.  I wonder what they’d do if they knew who I really was.  “That won’t be a problem, sir, I promise.”

“Good.  Now pick yourself up, it looks like you’re gonna be having some customers.”

Just then a group of Hesten cavalrymen rode up behind them.  “I hope the girls are ready because they’ve got a long night ahead of them.  Each man gets a whore, paid for by the King!”

“Long may he reign!”

“Hear hear!”

The guard grinned at the approaching group.  “Bless him!  A good man, our King.  It just so happens we got a new girl right here.”  He clapped Jeanette sharply on the ass.  “Just snuck over from the Zentaran camp.  Want to show her how real men fuck?”

“A Zentaran whore?  I wouldn’t want to catch the pox.”  The leader quipped.

“I dunno, I’ve always heard that Zentaran girls could teach our lasses a thing or two.”  The second trooper turned towards Jeanette.  “What do you think, girl?  Can you show me something I haven’t seen before?”

“That depends.  I’ve heard that Hesten girls are like badgers in the sack; hairy and full of claws and teeth.  It must be rough for you.  I’m sure you’ve always wanted something a little,” Jeanette strode towards the calvarymen and ran her hands down over her inner thighs to frame her shaven pussy, “softer.” 

“Heh, I’d heard that Zentaran girls pluck all their hairs out down there.  Doesn’t that hurt?”

“A little, but in the best way.”  She gave them a saucy smile.  Jeanette walked up to the most enthusiastic one and did a sharp turn, then stuck her ass out at him and gave it a little wiggle.  “What do you think?  Care to give it a try?”

The trooper’s response was to grab her shoulder and push her down onto all fours.  He quickly moved behind her and fished his cock out.  It took only moments to get it hard before he was ramming it into her from behind.

She moaned eagerly and clenched her pussy, squeezing his shaft inside her.  When he groaned in pleasure and began to hump her harder she moved her hips, bucking up into his thrusts.  “It’s so much better to have an enthusiastic girl, isn’t it?”  Soft, throaty moans escaped her lips as she slapped her ass into his hips.

“Fuck that’s smooth.  I think you’re gonna be quite popular in camp.  Well, with the men anyway.  The other lasses will probably want to skin you.”

She hoped not.  The last thing she wanted was to draw a lot of attention to herself.  She just wanted to use the followers camp to sneak back into Zentara, not get trapped in the role of harlot, especially not a popular one that people would be looking for and would notice is gone.  “I’d best spend a lot of time with the men, then.”

“Heh, that probably won’t be a problem, especially not tonight.  We cut so many of your boys down that there won’t be much of a fight once we get through the Pass.  It’ll be nothing but fucking and marching.”  The trooper began to rut harder, slamming so hard into her that his ball sac slapped forward against her pussy.

“Mmmm!”  She shuddered in pleasure, or maybe it was revulsion.  No, it was pleasure.  Even though she was disgusted by the fact that she was fucking her enemies, the very people who butchered her army, the depravity of it was already fueling her sex drive.  It only made her hotter to know she was spreading her legs for Hestens.  “Ah yes fuck me!  Fuck me harder!”

The Hesten obliged, using one hand to grab her hair and pull her back as the other reached down to roughly grope her tits.  He slammed into her body again and again until Jeanette cried out, squealing delight as her orgasm exploded through her.  As her pussy clamped down around his cock while she shuddered in pleasure he laughed out.  “I think that was a real one, boys.  Oh yeah, these Zentaran girls are sluts.  She’ll do real well here.”  With that, he pulled his cock out and began to stroke it over her back.  “I’ll keep her fresh for you boys, she’s gonna have a long night and we don’t want her getting sloppy too early.”