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Tales of the Soiled Dove Ch. 01

By: OrcDominion



Author's Note: I didn't have time to write a full chapter this week, so instead I'm presenting the first chapter of a spin off series, Tales from the Soiled Dove. They won't have any plot to speak of, and don't strictly adhere to canon, but they are fun erotic tales of some of Jeanette's adventures in the brothel. They will generally take place before chapter 3 of Orc Dominion: Zentara. I'll add to the series when I'm too busy during any given week to write a chapter for the main story. Enjoy! Enjoy!

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Brass and copper bracelets jingled against one another as Jeanette strode through the streets of Ruar. Her admirers at the Soiled Dove had gifted her with the cheap, tawdry jewelry and wearing it when she worked at the brothel made it seem more real to her. Wearing it made her feel more like a prostitute and less like a princess. So every night before leaving, she slipped on the bangles and necklaces, donned the peasant dress and cloak and disappeared into the city. With the alterations to her dress that Cindy made, and the gaudy jewelry, no man would mistake her for anything other than a prostitute if she removed her cloak. 

The Soiled Dove was busy tonight, Jeanette could tell that much as she entered the building. The bar downstairs was packed with men, and the stage where the girls attracted clients was empty. That had to mean that they were all upstairs with men already, and that there would be men waiting downstairs, eager to hire her services. Jeanette pushed her way through the crowd towards the Madame, who was guarding the way upstairs. Most of the men didn't recognize her as female, as she was still hidden by her cloak. Those who did groped her breasts and ass, and made lewd comments that brought a smile to her lips and made her flush with excitement. It was shaping up to be a lively night.

The Madame seemed to be arguing with what appeared to be a ship captain. When she spotted Jeanette, she beamed happily at welcomed her over. "Now captain, here comes the perfect girl for your request. She has all the requisite experience and ability you're looking for."

The ship captain turned to look at Jeanette, looking over her with a critical eye. "She's pretty enough, sure. But isn't she a bit young? I don't want some lass who is going to pass out in an hour. Don't try to push off on me the first new girl to come through the door."

Jeanette raised her eyebrows, curious as to what special request the captain could have. This was getting more interesting by the moment. "Please don't think I cannot handle it only on account of my age, captain. I've been working here sometime and am quite experienced. I'm sure I can satisfy any need you might have."

"I've no doubt about that, sweetheart, if it was just my needs you're to be satisfying."

The Madame smiled soothingly at the captain. "Rest assured, captain, Jeanette will be everything you require and more. She is the reigning Gangbang Queen of the Soiled Dove."

Heat flashed through her, turning Jeanette's ears red as the mark hit a little too close to home. "Ah, it's to be that sort of party, is it captain? Why don't you come upstairs and tell me all the details."

The Madame reached out to touch Jeanette's shoulder. "Not so fast, honey. The good captain has requested that you join him and his crew tonight on his ship."

His ship? Jeanette's heart leapt up into her throat. She'd never worked anywhere besides the Soiled Dove before. There would be no bouncers to protect her on the ship, she would be at the mercy of the men. They could abuse her; kill her, sail away with her. Any number of things might go wrong. Even still, a tinge of excitement ran up her spine. The added danger was thrilling to her. Besides, ship captains in Ruar were honest men, on the whole.

Jeanette ran her tongue over her lips wetting them as she looked at the captain again. "I would love to join the captain and his crew on their ship, though it will cost me dearly to be away from the Dove for so long."

"Oh don't you worry about that, lass, you'll be paid for the evening up front, on deposit here." The captain laughed jovially, running his hand up the back of Jeanette's thigh to cup her bottom.

"Yes, don't you worry about money, my dear. You'll have nothing to complain about on that end, rest assured. But don't keep her away too long, captain. The poor dear needs to be in bed by dawn if she's going to be rested enough to return to work tomorrow."

"Hah! I doubt she'll be wanting to work tomorrow! But don't you worry Madame, I'll have her back by dawn. Come on lass, let's get a move on down to the docks!" The captain squeezed Jeanette's ass again, and led her out of the brothel.

A tremor of excitement shot down Jeanette's spine as she stepped out of the Soiled Dove. She could feel her pussy moistening already in anticipation of the night's festivities. Her excitement led her to leave her cloak open and her hood down. It was dark, and night, so it was doubtful anyone would recognize her. At least, not as the Princess. Everyone who saw her would assume she was a whore, walking with her next client.

"So captain, may I ask why you want only a single girl for your party? I'm sure you could have hired a small army of hookers off the street to service all your men for what you paid for me." Jeanette looked at the captain closer. He was handsome enough, with strong forearms and broad shoulders suggesting a hard life at sea before becoming captain. Still, he seemed a little ragged and word down, not the sort of man she'd expect to spend richly on a prostitute.

"That's a bit of a long story, Jeanette, isn't it? I'm Gregory Tranaith, captain of the Western Treasure. But I suppose I should tell you, so you can prepare yourself for what we have planned with you. Our normal run is to pick up Elfish goods from Ruar, and sail them east to the orc camp of Drakoth and sell them to the orc merchants there. They then take the goods through the Angrian March and sell them in the Eastern Kingdoms. Well, last autumn we set sail to Drakoth later than we planned on. We got caught in a storm, and blown way off course." Gregory continued to fondle Jeanette's backside as they walked.

Her fingers stroked up and down his forearm as she walked beside him. "A terrible ordeal, captain. Where did you end up?"

"We didn't know, we still don't know, really. It was a strange land, far to the south of the Drakoth. There were people there, not humans or elfs, or even orcs. They were as tall as an orc, but skinny like an elf. Called themselves the Mincentti. They asked us all sorts of questions, about humans and elfs and orcs. They fixed up our ship for us, real good they were at it too. It was strange, since they didn't have any ships we could see. But there also weren't that many of them. They had big villages, but no people. Anyway, they fixed us up on their ship, and in payment they said to honor their tradition. 

Now here's where it gets a bit odd, see, they wanted us to, well, to all share the same woman. Something to do with their fertility Goddess I guess, or maybe it has to do with how few of them there are. Anyway, in honor of our rescuers, we're all to spend the night with a single woman; and not just some common doxy, either, she had to be worthy of it, someone who could last the whole night with each man." 

Jeanette watched him for a moment, and then burst out giggling. "Oh come on captain, you're pulling my leg, aren't you? I know sailors like to tell stories but that's the most absurd one I've ever heard!"

A smile formed on the captains lips as he pinched her bottom. "Now why would I go making up a story like that? It's true, every word of it. You can ask the crew if you don't believe me. They'll tell you the same story, word for word. I didn't reckon that you'd believe me, which is why I left out the more fantastic parts."

"More fantastic than that? Please, do tell!"

"Well, it wasn't easy getting to the Mincentti. At first we stopped along the shore to get supplies to fix up the ship ourselves, but we were attacked by creatures, half-men half-bull. Minotaurs they were called. They drove us off their land and we retreated back to the ship. We sailed along the coastline, looking for a spot to land. Next we spotted a herd of half-men half-horses, but they just fired bows at us form the coastline. It wasn't until we saw the Mincentti village and actual signs of civilization that we braved the shore again. Luckily they at least were friendly."

"Bull and horse men? Bull something, I'd say." Jeanette laughed playfully and wiggled her bottom into his hand. "But if you want me to be your sacrifice, captain, I'm happy to oblige. How many of your crew made it back from this fantastic voyage?"

"There are twenty-four of us, lass. Think you can handle that? Twenty-four men in one night?"

The number took Jeanette aback. Twenty-four men? In one night? She had never handled that many before. Tomorrow was definitely going to be a day where she slept in, and possibly didn't even get out of bed. A smile crossed her lips at the thought; sometimes it was good to be princess. "I would sure love to give it a try, captain."

The Western Treasure was looking remarkably good for supposedly having been in a storm. Truth be told, it looked better than new. Gregory guided her up the gangplank, and on the deck she was greeted by the whole crew who were already waiting for her. Tables had been set up, and the men were drinking, eating, playing dice and making music as they awaited her arrival.

A great clamor erupted as she walked on deck and let the cloak flutter to the ground, revealing her in only the skimpy dress. The sailors immediately rose up and surrounded her to get a better look. Jeanette smiled and posed for them, lifting her skirt, thrusting out her chest, and turning slowly so they could all get a good look at her curves.

"Alright men," the captain's voice boomed over the sailors, and they quieted down to listen, "you all know why we're here. We made a promise, and tonight we're going to keep it. We'll do this in order of rank, so me first, followed by the first mate, the quartermaster, and so on down. But don't worry, lads, everyone will get a chance. I've been assured that this lass is the Gangbang Queen!" 

The men laughed and cheered again as another embarrassed blush came to Jeanette's face. If only they knew. Jeanette slowly unlaced the front of her dress until it was loose enough for her to pull her breasts free. Her nipples hardened from the chill sea air, and she turned back towards Gregory with a grin. "So, you're to be first captain?" Jeanette pressed her hands against his chest and slid them down his firm body to his loose pants and squeezed his member firmly. "How do you want me, then?"

Gregory groped Jeanette's breasts in his calloused hands, squeezing them firmly. "These are mighty tempting lass, but I think I'll take what's between your legs while it's still fresh. Captain's privilege and all that!" Gregory moved his hands from her breasts and down to the skirt of her dress. He bunched up the fabric in his hands, raising the hem higher and higher as she backed up towards the table. When her bare ass pressed against the edge, she pulled down his loose sailor's pants and wrapped her soft hand around his cock. 

"Aye aye, captain!" Jeanette grinned saucily and spread her legs as the crew cheered. The music resumed, and the revelry started again as the true party began. Jeanette moaned as she felt the captain's hard shaft push inside her already wet and waiting cunt. Gregory grunted as she felt her snatch envelop his shaft, and began to thrust his cock eagerly in and out of her.

The table creaked as Jeanette bounced atop it, rocking her hips to work his cock circularly inside her body. Her large tits swayed before the captain, and he was quick to grab one in a strong hand and bring his mouth to the other, kissing it all over. Another sigh escaped the princess as she felt him suckle on her nipple, and his hard cock sent shivers through her body as it rubbed her sensitive pussy flesh.

Broad shoulders met her hands as she gripped him tightly, using him for leverage to grind into his cock. She shuddered in delight again, a tremor running down her spine as she felt the lecherous eyes of the crew devouring her naked flesh as she fucked their captain on the deck of the ship. This was a different kind of pleasure for her. She was used to taking men in the small rooms of the brothel, not out in the open like this. So many men were watching her, wanting her. They were all going to get a chance with her, too.

The captain grunted as she dug her fingernails into his bad, panting harder as he thrust more forcefully. The wet slapping sound of their fucking was barely audible beneath the ruckus of the crew. Jeanette clenched herself, squeezing his cock firmly inside her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Ah, oh that's it captain, fuck me! Give it to me! Give me all of your big cock!" She moaned outrageously, putting on a good show for his crew. While the captain's cock certainly felt good inside her, it was mostly the situation she was in that she was enjoying. Still, he was the one paying so she might as well make him look good in front of his crew.

The captain had been at sea for far too long, but he still had the presence of mind to pull out before he came. He didn't want to spoil her too much, not when he was going first. He managed to slip out of her just in time, and shot his load all over her inner thighs as his cock bobbed and twitched around.

Jeanette sighed with need. The captain had cum too fast for her to get off. She looked around hungrily, searching for the first mate. He appeared quickly enough, and soon she was moaning again as another cock was inside her. She didn't even know his name, this man who was thrusting wildly inside of her. Most of the time her clients wanted her to know them. But not this time, not tonight. She would never know the names of most of the men who would sate their lust on her body.

Strong hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her flat on her back. The first mate lifted her legs, holding them straight out to his sides as he plunged between her legs. The quartermaster climbed atop her, apparently unable to wait his turn. He slapped his fat prick against her breasts, and then spread them around his cock so he could push between them. Jeanette looked up at the quartermaster's face, locking her eyes with his as he wildly thrust his cock between her breasts.

"Hey, wait your turn!"

"Ah screw you! There's plenty of the bitch to go around!" The men laughed as both of the officers had their way with her body. Jeanette opened her mouth and tilted her head down to kiss and lick the head of his cock as it pushed up and down between her tits. Her hot moans reverberated around the cock as the first mate thrust harder and faster inside. 

"Ah! Ah ah!" Shrill cries escaped from Jeanette as the quartermaster slapped her breasts, making them bounce and jiggle against his cock before squeezing them firmly around his shaft against.

"That's it, lick the tip, oh fuck you're a good whore! Keep going!" The quartermaster groaned as he felt Jeanette's lips wrap around the tip of his shaft, holding it in place inside her hot, wet mouth as she tickled the underside of the head with the tip of her tongue.

From the corners of her eyes Jeanette could see cocks come out as the sailors started to stroke themselves while watching the show. Seeing their swollen dicks sent a shudder of excitement through her, and she lifted her hips to push firmly into the first mate's cock. She moaned eagerly around the quartermaster's cock as she worked the tip between her lips. Jeanette reached forward, gripping his ass to pull him further up her body, taking his shaft deeper into her mouth as he pushed up close against her. 

The first mate gripped her firmly by the ass, groping it fiercely as he pumped between her legs. He grunted gutturally as he thrust, his cock tingling from the wondrous friction of her cunt around his meat. He slapped her ass, and then lifted on leg up to his shoulder, bracing her against him to better support her weight. He kissed her ankle and calf, and then licked it broadly to leave a long wet strip of spittle on her leg.

The first mate and the quartermaster had obviously been at sea just as long as the captain, and weren't able to last any longer. Jeanette whined in frustration as the first mate pulled out of her before she had the chance to cum. His hot jizz shot over her stomach, staining her dress while the quartermaster exploded in her mouth. She swallowed it down eagerly as he used her tits to milk all the sticky seed between her lips.

When they both moved off her, she sat up on her elbows and looked around. "Who's next? Come and get me boys! I'm all yours all night!"

The crew rushed in around her, most cocks then she knew what to do with. The first mate was quickly replaced with another cock, eagerly thrusting in and out of her cunt. Rough hands found her breasts, and the squeezed them and pulled her onto her side, where a twitching cock was waiting. Jeanette opened her mouth wide and swallowed the cock, expertly taking it all into her mouth in a single movement. 

She felt her hands pulled out to each side, and soon a throbbing dick was slapped against her palm. She jerked the cocks eagerly, running her soft hands up and down the slabs of meat. Jeanette bobbed up and down on the cock, slipping it in and out of her throat quickly as her tongue swished against the underside of it as it plunged in. Her lips squeezed the base of it, milking the loose skin of the erect penis as it thrust in and out of her mouth.

"Oh fuck! Her mouth is incredible!"

"Hurry up, stop hogging her!"

"He pull her off the table! Bring her down to the deck so I can fuck her ass!"

Strong hands lifted her off the table and brought her down to the wooden deck. Another sailor was already undressed and stroking a hard cock, lubed up with his spit. Someone spread her ass cheeks apart, and soon another cock was pushing inside her hot body. Jeanette moaned eagerly around the cock in her mouth as she felt the two dicks pushing in and out of her pussy and ass.

Waves of pleasure crashed through her as she finally found the release she was craving. Her climax swept through her, making her clench and cavort around the cocks as she writhed beneath all the men. One man thrust down into her pussy while another thrust up onto her ass. Sweaty balls slapped her eyelids as a third man pushed his cock down her throat. Two more cocks were in each fist, and she jerked them both eagerly. 

Hands groped her breasts, squeezing and pulling on her nipples. Rough fingers stroked her legs and feet and her ass. Men touched her everywhere as she was ravished from all sides at once. Jeanette could feel them throbbing inside her, and she knew that they wouldn't be able to last much longer either.

"Oh fuck, yes, that's it, I'm gonna-!" The sailor fucking her throat ripped his shaft out and started cumming on her face. Nearly a whole year's worth of sperm splattered on her nose, her eyes, her forehead. It dripped down her cheeks and chin and coated her lips. Sticky semen knotted in her hair, matting it to her face as the man drained his balls on her. As soon as he was done, another man stepped forward, ready to take a turn with her mouth.

The tightness of her ass proved to be too much for the sailor beneath her, and soon she felt his cock spasming as it shot his load deep in her bowels. He soaked her insides with his cum, making it sloppy and slick for the next sailor to take her there. The one fucking her showed a little more restraint, but when he climaxed his load splattered over the outside of her sex, covering her pussy mound so long drabs of cum dribbled down the curve of her nether lips.


Tales of the Soiled Dove Ch. 01



Jeanette began to lose track of the men fucking her. At some point her dress was pulled off, and the cum soaked garment discarded off to the side. Load after load rained down on her, covering almost every inch of her body. Her mouth, her belly, her sex, her ass, all overflowed with hot jizz as the sailors had their way with her. They fucked her against the main mast, they fucked her as she bent over the side of the ship, looking out to the docks. They fucked her as she hung from the rigging, and as she gripped the wheel.

As dawn broke, Jeanette found herself back on the deck, her body plastered with cum. Hours of fucking had left her so loose that two sailors were able to fuck her pussy while a third entered her ass. Her cunt ached from the abuse, but she still shuddered in delight at the feeling of three cocks rubbing against her insides all at once. Each of the men's thrusts made cum spurt from her holes into the puddle beneath her. She giggled manically as she thought of the poor cabin boy who was going to have to scrub that up tomorrow.

Someone, Jeanette didn't know who as her eyes were so covered in cum she couldn't see, lowered their balls into her mouth. She closed her lips around them and began to suck, licking and massaging them with her tongue. She was too exhausted to fuck the three men back, but they seemed happy enough thrusting into her at their own pace.

Her body bounced between the three men as she lathered the salty testicles with her tongue. The gentle treatment must have made the man hard again, because she could hear him start to stroke his cock above her as she ran her tongue back and forth between his nuts. She moaned into his crotch as she felt the three dicks slipping in and out of her. The sound was much more apparent now that the party had died down, and the wet slapping ringed in the morning air as they used her body.

"Oh that's it, I can't hold back. It's time to finish up in this bitch!" One of the men grunted as his cock exploded inside her. She was so full of cum, and so stretched out that she couldn't even tell which of them it was. The other two men quickly followed up, spewing their loads in her ruined holes and adding to the mess flooding out of her body.

She rolled in the mess, wallowing in the puddle of cum as she sucked on the last man's balls. The sweaty taste and musky smell, mixed with the powerful scent of all the cum covering her almost made her pass out. She was so tired she thought she might pass out at any moment. Wouldn't that be just great, passing out naked and covered in cum in broad daylight on a strange ship.

The last sailor finally shot his seed as well, the cum splattering into her navel and adding to the mess dripping off her stomach and down her sides. The princess finally collapsed fully onto the soiled deck as the men moved away from her. Her hair soaked up the mess, and was caked in dried cum as it clung to the sides of her face.

Panic jolted her awake and she weakly sat up, groaning as she felt the cum slosh in her body. I must look a fright, she thought. How am I going to get back in the castle looking like this? It's dawn now, everyone will be awake. They'll see me for sure! Even if I clean up, my dress is stained with cum and cut so skimpy I'll stick out like a sore thumb!

Jeanette's thoughts were interrupted as the captain approached. He bent forward as if to help her up, but seeing the state of her he thought better of it and stood up straight again. "I have to hand it to you lass, you went way beyond what I expected of you. I didn't think you had it in you, but you definitely showed me. There's four gold marks waiting for you back at the soiled dove, but I thought to give you a little bonus beyond that."

Jeanette ran her fingers over her eyes, trying to clear them enough to see the captain. "That's, that's nice of you." She flicked the cum off her fingers, and then shakily pushed herself off the ground.

"Er, right, it's a Mincenttii good luck charm." The captain seemed to realize that Jeanette wasn't quite in the right state to be having this conversation. "Here, let's get you cleaned up a little, eh? Esten! Prager! Get some buckets of water for Jeanette! She needs to clean up! Can't go walking through the city like this!"

The two crewmembers stirred from their slumber and rushed to follow the captain's orders. Jeanette washed herself, grateful for the opportunity. She didn't even mind when more of the crew came from their bunks to watch her naked body as she lathered it up with water and soap to clean off all their goo. Perhaps the Madame would have another dress for her to wear, at least to get her back into the castle.

Once she was clean and refreshed, the captain came back. "Here's a few more marks for you, Miss. You did great."

"I think you said something about a good luck charm as well?"

"That's right! Almost forgot!" The captain reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jade pendant. It was carved in a strange pattern she didn't recognize, and covered in runes from a language she didn't know. When she touched it, it sent a shock up her arm and made her whole body tingle. "The Mincentti said to give this to you if we found a girl who did right by their ceremony. I can't think of anyone who could have done it better, so thank you."

Jeanette looked at the pendant for a long moment. There was something about it she just couldn't figure out, but she was drawn to it. She tied it around her neck, and it felt so right pressed against her skin. "Thank you captain, I'm always happy to help. Do feel free to come back to the Soiled Dove again and look me up." With that, Jeanette left the ship. With the gold marks she got as a bonus, she could buy something that would suit to get her back in the castle. Perhaps she could say that she was left the castle early to give alms, it would be strange that she didn't take Daniels, but she could bluster her way through it. She hoped.



Tales of the Soiled Dove Ch. 02



Author's Note: Progress has been slow on Chapter 10 of Rebellion, so I decided to write a quick Soiled Dove story. Hopefully this will rejuvenate me enough to finish Chapter 10. If you have any fantasies, fetishes, or other story ideas for a Soiled Dove story please let me know in the comments or through the feedback button. Enjoy!

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Heat from the torches lining the courtyard licked Jeanette's naked flesh as she stepped out from the servant's wing of the manor house. Her heart leapt as she recognized where she was. This was the townhouse of Duke Gollorn Vasper of Crovoth! The Duke was familiar at court, as his lands lay not far to the west of Ruar. Crovoth was rich in iron and skilled in smithing, so the Duke had many business interests in the capital city of Zentara. Jeanette thought she knew him well, but she never would have imagined that he would throw the kind of party that required a dozen naked girls from the Soiled Dove.

Jeanette and the eleven other women were clad only in collars, veils and cheap costume jewelry. Her veil was a deep purple, and a gold necklace with fake rubies hung low off her neck, reaching almost to the space between her breasts. A copper chain was wrapped around her stomach, and cuffs with small bells attached were placed on her wrists and ankles. The collars they wore were a heavy black iron, with a ring fastened on all four sides.

The effect was supposed to elfin, she mused. The women of the Elfish Isles wore veils which covered their faces below the nose, and tonight Jeanette was grateful for the custom. If this were the Duke of Crovoth's party, then there would doubtless be several guests whom she knew and would know her, and she would just die if she were discovered.

"The Duke wants twelve girls to act as servants for his party. Pour drinks, serve food, spread your legs, do whatever is asked! His Grace has paid a small fortune for it all and you'll be well rewarded for your time" the Madame had told them before they climbed into the covered wagon that took them through town.

Although Jeanette had frequently been naked in the Soiled Dove, she wasn't used to being naked in so public a place. Though the courtyard of the townhouse was closed off by a massive iron gate, townsfolk were already stopping to look inside and watch the nobility's festivities. The fact that her pubic hair had all been plucked to fully expose the curve of her mound and expose her vaginal lips only contributed to her feelings of exposure and vulnerability.

A soft hand cupped Jeanette's rear and gave it a gentle squeeze as she sauntered through the crowd. She half turned to the man, and the heated, needy look in his eyes set her at ease. This is just like the Soiled Dove, she thought. Only outside. But men will be men, it's always the same.

"I'd love to serve you my lord, but I've been called to serve drinks. But look for me later and I'll finish what you started!" Jeanette gave him a playful laugh and continued to the table that had been set up with refreshments. A rush of exhilaration coursed through her as she made her way through a crowd of men. Here she was, the Crown Princess of Zentara striding naked through a crowd of men, and no one was the wiser!

Jeanette grabbed two pitchers, one of wine and one of ale, and began circulating the courtyard. The crowd was mostly men of course, though she was surprised that some women were in attendance as well. Not the Duke of Crovoth's wife though, she noticed. A soft, shocking pain shot through her as spindly, warped fingers reached out to tweak her nipple and grab her breast. That's Master Frivith, Guild Master of the Smiths she thought in wonder. The ancient Master gave her a toothy, or rather, a toothless grin and held out his goblet. "Some of your honeyed nectar, lass!"

"At once, Master!"" Jeanette laughed and filled his goblet even as the old smith ran his fingers along her slit. Honeyed Nectar indeed!

Frivith looked at her in surprise. "You know who I am?" The Master Smith's fingers continued to tease along her shaven slit, idly prating the nether lips to stroke the pink flesh inside.

"I am just a simple, elfin slave girl, Master" she lied easily, "tonight all are my Masters." Jeanette licked her lips beneath the veil, hoping he wouldn't be able to notice her concern. Fortunately, he seemed more interested in her moistening cunt than the look in her eyes.

"An elfin slave girl would be a wonderful thing. I should like one or two myself, to care for me in my old age." Frivith pulled his finger from her slit and cupped her breast, rubbing it again.

She felt her juices smear on her large breast and then cool in the air, sending a slight shiver through her. She turned slightly, brushing her hip and thigh against his crotch. "Not too old Master, I hope."

"Hah! Were I even ten years younger I'd see about buying you for myself! But alas, I think I'll let the randier bucks have their turn to rut. I've mounted enough does in my day!" Frivith smacked her sharply on the ass, and turned back to one of the guests, resuming an earlier conversation.

A beefy hand signaled her over to a small table which three men were seated around. The large hand wrapped down her ass as she bent over to fill their cups and began to stroke her naked pussy from behind. Another hand reached up to knead her tit, holding it firmly enough that she couldn't stand up straight again after she was done pouring.

"So Her Highness Queen Amarice came to see me today." The sound of the voice made Jeanette freeze. That was Stephen Farling, the Lord Mayor of Ruar! And he was rubbing her cunt publically! Jeanette's labia twitched against the broad fingertips as they slid around the slick surface of her pussy. 

"What did she want?" the man rubbing her tit asked.

"She wanted to know about the Princess' virtue and reputation, and whether they were in risk of being compromised by Jeanette's visits to the poorer neighborhoods of the city." Stephen's fingertips pushed upwards, so the pads brushed through her clitoral hood to stroke the nub directly.

It took her a moment to realize they were talking about her. Why on earth would her mother be checking up on her? Stephen's fingers suddenly pulled from her clit, and two of the thick digits pushed inside her, making her moan out loud.

"Quiet girl, a good servant should be seen and not heard." The men at the table laughed as Stephen worked his fingers in an out. He knew exactly what he was doing as he tenderly stroked her insides to make her moan again. "As I was saying, Her Highness wanted to know about the character of the people the Princess visits, and whether it will impugn her virtue."

If only her mother knew, she thought. That Stephen's fingers could push so deep and easily inside of her was all the proof needed to show she had no virtue left. As the Lord Mayor's fingers increased in urgency Jeanette started to breathe harder. His fat fingers were so thick that two of them together might as well be a cock! Each time a soft sound escaped her though, the hand on her breast would squeeze or Stephen would pinch her ass.

"Well what did you say to her? She goes wallowing about the commons, it's not like that could be good for either her reputation or her virtue. But you didn't tell the Queen that did you?"

"Of course not! Tell Her Highness that her only daughter, the Crown Princess dirties herself with the commoners, going into their homes for hours at a time? No, I told her that Jeanette's virtue is beyond reproach, that her charity is lauded by all and that the people see her as the embodiment of purity itself." The trio laughed at that and drank deeply from their cups.

Arousal smothered the outrage boiling beneath the surface. Stephen continued to finger her mercilessly, crossing and uncrossing his fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out as they traced an ever expanding circle inside her. The Lord Mayor reached across to stroke her clit with his free hand, rubbing it faster and faster until Jeanette was mewling with need.

"What do you really think about the Princess then?"

Jeanette's knees buckled as she was brought closer and closer to climax. The hand on her breast was continuously massaging the flesh and stroking the sensitive nipple, while Stephen's hand between her legs was fucking her good and fast. The wet, sloppy impact of his knuckles on her soaked pussy punctuated every pause in their conversation. His fat fingers became a blur atop her clit, pushing her closer and closer to climax regardless of what vile things they said.

"Well, I guarantee she's not trolling about the slums giving charity because she has a good and noble spirit. She probably let some footman from the castle get between her legs and is fucking him in the slums on the side. I mean come on, this is Ruar not Sandora. When have you ever known a girl in this city to be noble and pure about anything?" Stephen and his companions laughed again and took another deep drink.

Pleasure exploded through Jeanette as the Lord Mayor's fingers brought her to climax. "Mmmmm! Aaaaaah!" A heated, pleasured moan escaped her lips despite all efforts to hold it back. She convulsed against the table before them as her body contorted in pleasure, clamping tightly around Stephen's fingers. She squeezed them deep inside her as she rode the crest of the climax, until the Lord Mayor pulled them roughly from inside her and smacked her sharply on the rear.

"Here now girl, I thought I said to be quiet?" Stephen and his friends laughed and her breast was released, allowing her to stand up straight again.

"A-apologies My Lords." Jeanette panted for breath as she recovered from the climax. Seeing that they were done with her for the moment, Jeanette quickly moved off, still shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm as she made her way through the crowds once again. The purple veil she wore mostly masked her flushed face, but the sight of her slick cunt still led to many ribald comments and lewd gropes and touches as she refilled goblets and made breathless small talk.

She was angry at the Lord Mayor for his comments, even as the rational part of her mind told her she had no right to be. As insulting as he was, the truth was far worse than he could possibly imagine. While she may not be spreading her legs for a footman, she was spreading them for half the city by pretending to be a prostitute.

As she made her way through the crowd, she saw the Duke of Crovoth standing just ahead so she made a sharp turn and found herself before another table. Three men played cards, and one of them was young Willem Gullford, Duke of Fullorm! Just yesterday he had been telling her what a crime it was that she was betrothed to a Hesten, and how he would beg the King and Queen permission to court her. Now, she finds him betting at cards and getting drunk at a scandalous party!

Willem was quite handsome, and much younger than the Duke of Braden. He could not be more than five years older than herself, and had wavy brown hair and deep brown eyes. His shoulders were broad, and surprisingly muscular for a nobleman. He was known as a vigorous, good humored young man who was well liked at court and in his Duchy.

"Well this is perfect timing!" Willem reached up to take Jeanette's wrist and pull her closer to the table. "Pardon me my dear, but I've got the best hand but lack the coin necessary to cover my bet."

She set the two pitchers down on the table and stroked the back of his hand. Play the role, Jeanette, play the role. "I'm sorry to hear that My Lord. I'd love to help, but I'm afraid my assets aren't liquid in nature." The Princess in Hiding shook her breasts, to the amusement of the three men.

"Clever girl. But as it happens we allow all manners of assets at this table. Now, my fine friends, to cover my wager I bet the first crack at this lovely young woman." Willem moved his hand behind Jeanette and cupped her ass cheek, lifting it in her palm. "If her ass is anything to go by I don't think you'll be disappointed."

The men laughed, but this time Jeanette joined them. "I don't know," said one of Willem's companions, "The wager is ten gold marks. Are you worth it, madam?"

Jeanette grinned and stepped away from Willem and approached the young man. He pushed back from his chair with a grin to better face her as she leaned in, her breasts swaying before his face. Jeanette placed her hand on his shoulder, and then gently stroked down his arm to take his hand and guide it between her legs. Her fingers pressed against his, guiding the young nobleman's finger into her snatch. When it was nestled deep inside her, she clenched herself tightly around it as she worked her hips against his hand. "Well My Lord? What do you think?"

"Oh shit, fuck, yes! I'll accept it as your wager Your Grace let's see what you have!"

"Three Castles and a Grace! Beat that Jonathan!" Willem slammed his cards down on the table with a triumphant grin.

"That's your winning hand? I suppose Your Grace is most enamored with Graces, but I put my faith in Princesses." Jonathan laid his cards out on the table over the Duke's. "Four Princesses! I think that means the table is mine!" Jonathan grinned widely and swept the gold marks over the table towards him.

Willem cursed, but Jeanette and the third man laughed and congratulated Jonathan on his win. "Well played My Lord. Truly you had a winning hand."

When Jeanette spoke, the winner turned his eyes towards her and grinned even wider. Jonathan rose from his chair and reached out to take Jeanette's hand. "Ah yes, the rest of my winnings." The young nobleman guided Jeanette's hands away from her body so he could look her over entirely. He moved his hands to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them in his soft palms. "What do you think Willem? Should I collect my prize now?"

Willem scowled as Jonathan turned Jeanette around and bent her forward. The third man, whose name she still hadn't caught, grabbed a chain that had been pooled in the center of the table and attached it to the ring on the front of her collar. It was long enough so she wouldn't really been pinned, but the extra weight on her neck was a constant reminder that she was chained. It was an ominous, yet somehow thrilling presence in the back of her mind that she was subjugated and controlled by these men.

Jonathan stroked down her back, his warm hands sending a pleasant buss through his body. She pressed her firm ass back against his crotch, rubbing it back and forth as she felt his cock swell. When Jonathan freed his member she spread her legs and licked her lips in eager anticipation. Though she had climaxed for the Lord Mayor's hand, she hadn't truly been fucked yet tonight and she was looking forward to it.

"Mmmm ah yes that's it My Lord!" Jeanette moaned as his cock slid inside her. Jonathan began thrusting quickly, slapping against her backside without finesse. 

"Oh you don't know what you're missing, boys. Definitely worth every mark. But don't worry Your Grace, I'm sure you'll get your chance after I'm done. Although she might not be cognizant enough to feel a thing after I'm done with her." Jonathan laughed and continued to thrust. His cock slammed in and out rapidly, rubbing the sensitive walls of her pussy with his shaft. His hands gripped her ass, groping it firmly while he pumped between her legs.

"Mmm...ah yes that's it My Lord, don't stop!" Jeanette moaned loudly again, though in truth she was mostly performing for him. While she was beginning to enjoy herself, Jonathan was clumsy and overeager in his attentions. The slapping of his hips against the backs of her thighs was audible even with the cacophony of the party going on around them. Each time Jonathan's body impacted hers, she was pushed forward causing her breasts to drag over the cast iron metal table. Each time her tit slipped over a gap in the pattern of the table she clenched her pussy firmly around the noble's cock, massaging it inside her.

Jonathan clenched his eyes shut as he tried to hold his climax back. Jeanette's ministrations proved to be too much for him though, and soon he was pulling out of her and furiously jerking his cock as he spilled his load all over Jeanette's ass and back. 

The cum pooled in the small of her back and started to drip down her sides as she lay on the table panting. "Oooh that was so good My Lord. Mmm...you really must come to see me at the Soiled Dove sometime." Because you'll pay well and be done in a flash, she added mentally.

"Heh, I don't know Jonathan, she doesn't look like she's been smashed into a pile of mush by your overwhelming manliness." The third man snickered as he rose from his hair while Jonathan fixed his pants and stood to the side. "Now, by the terms of the wager I believe I get the next crack at her, isn't that so?" The man helped Jeanette roll over onto her back, so he could see the front side of her body.

"Don't worry Your Grace, I doubt this one will reduce me to a quivering pile of goo either. There will be more than enough left over for you, I promise!" Jeanette laughed beneath her veil as the new man lined his cock up with her pussy. "Mmmm!" Jeanette moaned in satisfaction when the noble pushed inside. His thrusts were slower and more firm, each one exploding inside with precision.

"Oh you were right about her Jonathan. Now I know why you couldn't even last five minutes!" The man laughed and reached down to squeeze her breasts, pushing and rubbing them together. "You've got a wonderful body, madam. It was made for your line of work, I assure you!" The noble continued to thrust, rocking his hips so his cock speared into her at different angles, rubbing against the sensitive clusters of nerves. 

Rampant thrusts made her quiver in delight as shockwave of pleasure coursed upwards from her labia throughout her body. Her large tits bounced in his hands as the smack of his hips reverberated through her. When she moaned again, it was for real this time as he capitalized on the pleasure that Jonathan had started but never brought to climax.

She wrapped her thighs around his waist and curled her toes, pulling him deeper inside her body. Jeanette undulated in pleasure, shaking her hips and rapidly thrusting back against him as she groaned in desire. "Oh that's it, right there, keep going, don't stop don't stop!" Jeanette's breathless voice emanated out from behind the veil as she neared her climax.

The noble laughed and slowed his thrusts, pulling Jeanette back from the edge of climax. "It's a little early for that don't you think?" He grinned playfully. "Here, let's cool you down a bit." With a laugh he grabbed the pitcher of wine and poured it across Jeanette's breasts. The cool sticky wine splashed over the large mounds, soaking her nipples and areolas and dripping down to pool in her cleavage.

"Ah! H-hey now, ooooh!" Jeanette's yelp of surprise and protest turned into a lusty moan as the noble leaned forward to lick the wine off her chest. His hot tongue lashed out, chasing the rivulets of wine all over her body, kissing, licking, and sucking all over as he cleansed her. Jeanette kept moving her own hips, bucking up into him to make up for the lapse of his own movements as he concentrated on her tits.

More wine splashed on her chest, only to be licked off. He then poured it on her foot and leg, before kissing and licking them both all over. All the while his cock continued to pound in and out of her, slowly building up the pace again until she once more danced on the edge of climax. "Are you ready, madam? Tell me what you want, scream it out so all of Ruar can hear!"

"Ah! Fuck me! Give me your cock! Please keep fucking me don't stop!" Jeanette writhed beneath him, undulating wildly as she started to climax around his cock. She clenched him firmly inside her while she convulsed, her vaginal walls milking his shaft as she squeezed and rubbed it all over. Her whole body bounced on the table, flopping about as she contorted in pleasure.




Tales of the Soiled Dove Ch. 02



Just as Jeanette began to ease off the crest the noble pulled out and shot his load, spewing his thick sticky seed all over her breasts, stomach, and pussy. Glob after glob of the hot rich cum splattered onto her as he matched her climax. Finally he slumped over, panting for breath. Before he could even fix his pants Willem was there pushing him aside for his turn.

The Duke wrenched her thighs apart and quickly thrust his cock into her as well, pushing it deep into her soaking wet cunt. He worked it from side to side, and stirred it in a circle as he moved it in and out. Jeanette shuddered as she felt his cock enter her, sliding against her pussy which was still hyper-sensitive from her climax. 

"I may have had to wait to last, but I can think of a few ways I can still be first." Willem's smiled unpleasantly as he pulled his hips back and worked his cock free. Without a moment's hesitation he aimed it lower, guiding the bulbous head of his shaft between her firm ass cheeks and lining it up with her puckered ass. He quickly jabbed forward again, pushing his thick shaft deep into Jeanette's rear.

"Nnng! Oh Your Grace!" She cried out as he filled her ass. Jeanette grunted as he started to thrust, violating her ass. In a way it was actually more pleasurable than having him in her pussy, since her sex was still quite sensitive and received less friction through the membrane separating her anal and vaginal passages.

Willem's cock was well lubed from her pussy, and slid in and out of her ass with relative ease. "A little loose back here, aren't you? I might be the first tonight but I'm not the first ever, am I madam whore?" Willem pinched her ass roughly, and then squeezed her cheeks together to make her clamp even tighter around his cock.

"Ah! No Your Grace!" Jeanette grunted as Willem lifted her legs up and bent them back while he fucked her in the ass. She tried to roll on her back to continue to fuck him back, but the cast iron metal table was rough on her spine. Instead she just squeezed and released his cock with her sphincter while shaking her hips to try and give him more pleasure.

Willem shifted his grip, placing his forearm on the backs of Jeanette's calves to free up a hand to pinch her ass again. He squeezed it so hard he left a bruise, and then made it hurt even more by smacking the cheek several times with an open palm. "Then take it, whore! Take my big cock!"

Jeanette looked up in surprise at the anger and cruelty in his eyes. She had no idea that Willem had this side to him. She was fortunate that her parents would never allow him to press his idea to court her any further. A sharp blow to her breast brought her attention back to him. Willem groped at them, squeezing and pinching them hard until they bruised as well.

Jeanette winced and groaned from the abuse. She rather enjoyed a little spanking during sex, but this was getting rougher than she liked. Willem seemed to be enjoying it though, and each time she winced in pain she could feel him thrust just a little harder, a little more desperately.

"Ah! Ow it hurts Your Grace! You're too big! Too strong! Please be gentle, mercy!" She cried out in a tremulous voice, and smiled beneath the veil as she watched him shudder in pleasure.

"You don't deserve it whore!" Willem lifted her hips up a little higher, allowing him to thrust almost directly down into her ass. His cock pounded in and out of her, stretching her ass and molding it to the girth of his cock as he ravished her backside. 

More grunts of pain erupted from her as she gave him what he wanted to hear. But as her hips were raised higher, the veil started to slip up her face. Panic shot through her as she felt it move, terrified that Willem would see her face and recognize her. She tried to settle herself, but each time she tried to reset her position the Duke would counter her move as he fucked her with reckless abandon.

"Ah..ah ow! Mmm! Nnng! Your Grace! Your Grace!" Jeanette grunted gutturally as the veil slipped over her chin and lips, exposing the lower half of her face. She quickly tugged it back into place, but it only lasted a moment before it started to slip again.

Fortunately, Willem was lost in his own pleasure. He brutally pounded her ass until it was a bright red, peppered with black and blue bruises from his pinches and smacks. Willem suddenly yanked her upwards, the violent motion making the veil flip up to expose her face just as he threw back his head and started to cum deep in her bowels.

It seemed like the whole world froze, and then began to move in slow motion as she frantically tried to fix her veil before the Duke's eyes opened. Willem spurted into her ass, again and again as she drained his balls by milking his shaft with her tight anal muscles. Finally his climax subsided and he pulled out. 

Jeanette sighed in relief when he did, anxious to get away from the table. Willem must not have seen her face in that brief moment and she wanted to get out of there before something else went wrong. Jonathan detached the chain from her collar as Willem put his cock away.

"That is doubtless the best winning hand I've ever had, Madam."

"Indeed. Well worth ten gold marks, any day of the week." Added the third noble.

"Thank you My Lords. It's been my pleasure to serve you, but I'm afraid I must get back to my duties. Please excuse me, Your Grace." Jeanette curtsied and grabbed her pitchers and quickly moved off before Willem could say anything further. That was a close call and she needed to put distance between them. It wouldn't do to have someone who could recognize her seeing her in a compromising position if the veil almost came off again. The night was still young after all, and the party was just getting started.



Tales of the Soiled Dove Ch. 03



Author's Note: Here is the third chapter of Tales from the Soiled Dove. It is a continuation of Chapter 2, and I hope you all enjoy it. Work is progressing slowly on Elfish Descent, but it is progressing. I've got probably two and a half chapters done. I don't have as much time to write as I did with Rebellion, but I am making steady progress at least.

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Jeanette slipped the three crimson glass beads onto a small string tied around her wrist. Each time one of the girls performed a sex act they were rewarded with a glass bead, and the Duke of Crovoth said that they would be able to cash them in at the end of the night for a prize. She didn't really need a prize of course, but her innate competitiveness pushed her to wanting to win the best prize regardless.

She slipped into a side vestibule to quickly wash herself clean from her encounter with Willem and his friends. Some men might enjoy taking her when she was already covered in seed, but most preferred she not flaunt it in their face. As she was looking to rack up a large number of clients tonight, it was best to play it safe. Looking out to the courtyard, the party was in full swing. Nearby, Marian was lying across the lap of a corpulent merchant who swatted her bottom. The auburn haired beauty had been the top girl at the Soiled Dove before Jeanette came along. Marian tried to pretend that she was a more select, higher class whore in response, but she still didn't bring in as much money, and very few people thought she was worth an elevated price. 

Across the courtyard, another was tied spread eagle atop a table, while a crowd of men ate off her body. Silly, she thought, she won't earn many beads that way. Jeanette looked around the area, trying to spot a new group that would want to immediately enjoy her charms. On the far side she saw a table with five men seated comfortably, but without any women nearby. Perfect!

"Ah what I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall of the Princess' bedroom on her wedding night!" a booming voice declared just as she stepped out of the small alcove.

"Damn right, even beneath those frocks she wears you can tell she has a body made for fucking. More than once I've wanted to just reach out and grab those luscious breasts of hers!" Jeanette glanced to her right to see who had been lusting after her. Count Driscoll! The man was a dear friend of her father, and old enough to be her father! Dirty old reprobate! She was going to have trouble looking at him the same way the next time they met.

On her other side, Jeanette passed one of the whores doing a hand stand, while her legs were held apart and a carrot was thrust in and out between her legs. Another was in her mouth, and from the oily sheen covering it she could guess where it had been previously. She didn't have time to think about that now, though. Her quarry was in sight!

Before she could get there, a beefy hand reached out to grab her breast and pull her abruptly onto a gentleman's lap. "Now these right here are just like them, I tell you. A perfect copy!"

"Hah! Yeah right Albert. Tell us another one!" the man's companion said.

"It's true!" replied Albert. "I saw them up real close just last night. They're the Jeanette's tits exactly!"

Jeanette's heart leapt and she frantically looked at Albert's face, but she didn't recognize the man. She quickly tried to steady her breathing to keep the veil from blowing up too much and exposing her lower face. Who was this man and how did he know who she was? Albert continued to rub and fondle Jeanette's tits as he held her close. Despite her panic, Jeanette's body began to respond to the treatment, especially as he felt the man's cock harden beneath her.

"Yeah right, hey, maybe she's the princess here in disguise!" Albert's friend jested.

"Oh shut it, Justin! I'm telling you, the Princess and I are lovers! That's why she's so against this marriage to the Duke of Braden! She wanted to marry me, and was waiting for the right time to bring it to His Highness." Albert slipped his hand between Jeanette's legs, cupped her mound, and gently squeezed her slit as he rolled his hand.

Oh thank Goodness this man is just a fool and a braggart. I almost believed he had me at the Soiled Dove and knew who I was. As relief washed over her, a devilish smile formed on her lips beneath the veil. "It's true my lords, everything he said. I am the princess! I came here in disguise because I just couldn't stay away from my love and his big cock for a whole night!"

The table burst into laughter except for Albert, who scowled and pinched Jeanette's nipple. "Saucy wench!"

Jeanette moaned softly at the pinch and pressed her naked ass against his bulge in response. When he finally released the pressure and resumed stroking her tit and pussy, she took a moment to look around the table. Albert was a burly knight in his twenties and despite his bragging seemed to have a jovial face and demeanor.

Justin was more dour, and by his clothes and accents she guessed he was from Fullorm, close to the border with the Braden and Heste. Next to Justin was an older knight, who seemed vaguely familiar to her but she couldn't quite place him. The young man next to him though she had no trouble placing; Stefan Farris! He was a cupbearer for her father, and had been in the castle nearly all his life! They had grown up together, and now he was a squire to the King. How on earth was Stefan invited to a party like this?

"The Princess should be objecting to this marriage. It's an outrage that the King would even consider it; he must have lost his mind!" Justin said, raising her estimation of the man.

The older looking knight glared at Justin. "You shouldn't be questioning the King like that, he knows what he's doing. A foreign marriage is the only way. If Jeanette married into any of the Eight Duchies it would upset the balance of power in the Kingdom."

"That's still better than marrying a Hesten, Sir Jeremy, especially this one. Even in Fullorm we've heard about the enormities of Gilbert Ousten. He should not be allowed anywhere near the Princess."

Sir Jeremy! Another one of her father's old friends! Was everyone in the city a depraved lecher in secret? Jeanette was torn between shock at Stefan and Jeremy's proclivities, but soon became more interested in hearing about Gilbert. "What's wrong with the Duke of Braden?" Jeanette asked impertinently.

"None of your business gal. I think we can find better things to occupy that sweet mouth with, eh?" Grinned Albert as he slipped two fingers into her moistening snatch. When she gasped in pleasure, two other fingers pushed into her mouth.

Jeanette quivered and rocked her hips, rubbing the fingers against her inner walls as she stroked his cock back and forth with her ass. The Princess closed her lips around Albert's fingers and began to suckle them. She could feel the eyes of the others on her, especially young Stefan who was eyeing her tits with unbridled lust.

"I probably know the Princess better than anyone here, and that includes you Albert. There's no way she would give herself away before marriage, especially to the likes of you." Stefan's surety made her both grateful for his defense and shamed for how far off from the truth he was.

"What, got a tender spot for Her Highness in your heart Stefan?" Justin teased. "Is that why you're always turning down the girls we throw at you?"

Stefan turned bright red at the suggestion. "She's a beautiful woman, to be sure." The squire paused for a moment before continuing, "Though of course I could never hope to marry her."

Albert gave him a long look and then grinned wickedly. "Stefan you old dog, you know something don't you? Let's hear it! Out with it, boy!"

After much cajoling, they finally got the truth out of him. "Well, I know where she bathes, and when. I've seen her more than once in her bath." Stefan gave Jeanette an embarrassed grin. "And Albert is right about one thing miss, you have the Princess' tits exactly!"

The crowd burst into laughter as Jeanette turned bright red. That little sneak had been peaking in on her bath! Luckily it didn't seem like he knew about the extensive cleaning she had to do in there. A sudden shudder went through her as Albert pressed his finger down on her clit, giving it a firm squeeze before finally pulling his fingers out. He quickly stood up and pushed her from his lap, bending her over the table.

"On that note I think it's time to get this party started eh?" Albert grinned and took out his cock. He rubbed the head against Jeanette's wet slit, before finally pushing it inside. She moaned eagerly as she felt his hard member push against her folds, still sensitive from her climaxes earlier in the night. Albert began to pound away behind her, his large hands gripping her pert ass firmly.

Meanwhile, Justin was still looking slyly at Stefan. "Just seen her bathe, is that it lad? I'm sure there's more to it than that! I'd be willing to bet you've rubbed one out more than once while watching that show eh?"

"You should be ashamed of yourself, both of you, for talking about the Princess so. His Highness has surely raised the Princess better than that!" Jeremy glowered.

Lusty moans rolled out from Jeanette's throat as Albert took her from behind. She eagerly lifted her hips up to meet his, pushing her pert ass against his pelvis as she stirred his cock against her insides, rubbing the bulbous head against her velvety walls as he smashed against her harder and faster. "Aaaah oooh yes My Lord! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"I might have yeah." Stefan replied with a shy grin. "Might have grabbed a few souvenirs too."

"Souvenirs?" Asked Justin eagerly.

Jeanette looked at Stefan in spite of herself as Albert's fat cock continued to rub her insides, each pulsing thrust pushing her closer and closer to climax. The noble's thick hands squeezed her ass again, pushing her down to the table to help keeper her undulating body still as he rammed into her slick wet pussy again and again.

"Heh, well, she and her maids are a bit careless. Seems they rely on the castle staff to clean up afterwards and deliver Her Highness' soiled clothes to the launderers. Well, that leaves an opening doesn't it? More than once I've managed to sneak in after and get the Princess' underclothes." Stefan's grin got wider as Albert and Justin laughed.

"Hah! Well done lad! If you'd like to make a few extra marks I'd be glad to take a pair or two off your hands." Albert grunted as his throbbing member began slamming in and out at a frantic pace. His labored breath suggested an imminent climax, so Jeanette redoubled her efforts by gripping his cock with her vaginal walls and working her hips in a shallower but faster circle. She pushed up against his gripping hands as she worked his cock inside her, all the while teetering on the edge of her own orgasm.

"What, don't you have your own set, what with the Princess being your lover and all?" Sneered Justin. "Hey now Albert, don't you go cumming inside her and gunking her cunt up for the rest of us."

"Sure I suppose I could sell you some of my collection, My Lord, or if you want to pay extra I could steal you one, fresh from Her Highness' bath."

"Shameful, shameful." Murmured Jeremy, though for all his condemnation he was still avidly watching Jeanette's body as she got fucked.

Stefan was looking at her eagerly as well, and when Jeanette met the eyes of her childhood playmate who spoke of selling her used undergarments she began to climax. Albert continued to thrust into her, letting her ride the crest of the orgasmic wave until her quivering pussy was too much for him to withstand any longer. He pulled out of her a moment before his cock erupted, and furiously beat his meat as he shot his load over the Princess' back and ass.

"Ohoho, that was a lass worth spilling my seed for. I won't regret it if I can't get it up again for any of the other whores tonight. You should take her while you have the chance my friends, this slut will have all the men lining up to ruin her cunt before the night is over!" Albert smacked Jeanette's backside, and then collapsed back down into the chair, heaving for breath.

Justin, Jeremy, and Stefan all looked at her as tension welled up in the air. Who would be the next to claim her? Stefan hesitated, but both Justin and Jeremy moved to scoop up the panting Princess. Her sweaty body slid between the two men in a tangle of gropes, limbs, pinches, and flesh as the two men hurriedly pulled off their clothes and positioned her body for their pleasure. When they were finished and her dark hair was brushed from her face she found herself straddling Sir Jeremy's lap looking into his aged, weathered face while Justin pressed against her from behind.

Lust blazed in her father's friend's eyes as he guided his penis between her legs and thrust it deeply. Her cunt was already soaked from Albert's fucking, and easily accepted the stiff shaft through her slick walls. Justin was close behind, rubbing the bulbous, purple tip of his dick between her butt cheeks. The entrance to her ass was still loose and moist from being fucked earlier in the evening, and it took only a little more work for Justin to push himself inside her.

A loud gasp escaped her lips as she felt the two cocks rub inside her at the same time. The tight pressure of their presence against her insides made her groan, and the shiver that ran through her caused her to push back and forth between the two men. Jeremy lowered his face and began to nibble at her large breasts, burying his face between them. Jeanette closed her eyes and imagined what her father would think if he could see his old friend Jeremy fucking his little girl. A louder moan escaped her lips and her body tensed, squeezing both their cocks as the arousal began to build within her once again.

"That's it, take it you little slut!" Jeremy panted breathlessly as he began to thrust his hips harder, almost trying to hurt her with the ferocity of his fucking.

Justin took a more leisurely approach, holding her almost softly by the hips, just enough pressure to guide himself in and out of her ass. He kept his pace slow, savoring the feeling of Jeanette's warm ass wrapped so tightly around his shaft. He pumped in and out rhythmically, giving just a slight upward tilt with his movements to raise her up, and then allow her to drop back down on their cocks. "Oh fuck you weren't joking Albert. I won't have any regrets bathing this whore in my cum."

"Oh, I think the minx squeezed a little tighter when you called her a whore. Is that what you like, trollop? To be told what a dirty, filthy, nasty fuck-sleeve you are?"

Jeanette's eyes widened at the cascade of dirty names and words pouring out of Sir Jeremy's mouth. She had known him for years and never heard even the slightest untoward comment from him! She never imagined he was capable of this. And sure enough, each new insult and degradation made her spasm and squeeze the two cocks inside her. She rocked back and forth, tossed between them like a boat in a storm as each thrust crashed into her and triggered a wave of pleasure. "Ah! Y-yes! I do! I'm a bad girl, and I need to be told it! I need to be treated like one!"

A shrill cry ripped out of her throat as Jeremy slapped her sharply across the face. Her cheek stung and began to turn red just as he smacked the other side of her face. Justin joined in as well, spanking her ass cheeks and smack her tits from the side, making them bounce about before her. 

"Slut!"

"Whore!"

"Cocksucker!"

"Cum sleeve!"

"Fuck cunt!"

The insults got louder and louder, and soon other guests at the party were turning to watch her get fucked by the two men. The sound of their laughter sent a quiver down her spine, and soon she could hear their faint insults as well. A pounding grew inside her head as her heart beat faster, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm as the two men abused her.

"Ah! Ah ah ah! Yesssss!" Jeanette rocked violently, throwing her hips forward until she finally cried out as another orgasm exploded through her. She froze in place as her body seized up from the force of her climax. As the pleasure coursed through her, her body tightened around the two cocks, squeezing them firmly inside her body. Each movement sent a wave of pleasure through her, and caused her hips to jerk, pulling the cocks inside her body.

"That's it! Take it whore!" Justin cried out as his hips collided with her ass again and again, until finally he pulled out and emptied his seed on the small of her back.

Jeanette shivered as she felt his hot cum dribbling down between her ass cheeks. She was still panting when Justin lifted her off the older man.

"Don't cum inside her Jeremy! It looks like there's a line forming!"

"Well I'm at the front of it!" Stefan finally piped in. "I was here before all of them!"

"Nng ugh ugh!" Sir Jeremy wheezed and grunted as Justin lifted Jeanette off his cock, and not a moment too soon as his cock promptly erupted, splattering his full load over her thighs. Now that the cocks had finally slipped out of her, she shuddered and lowered her legs, collapsing weakly. Still breathless, she only dimly heard the discussion around her.

"Where do you want her Stefan?"

Stefan hesitated, looking around. "Lay her on the table I guess."

When Jeanette was laid on the table, Stefan came over and pulled her hips to the edge so her legs dangled off the side. With trembling fingers he touched her sweaty breasts, and stroked down her body to spread her legs apart. The young squire stepped between them, lining up his crotch with Jeanette's hips. He bent over atop the Princess as he freed his cock from the confines of his tight britches.

As Jeanette began to come down from her high, she opened her eyes and gasped when she saw Stefan's face. Her heart leapt to her throat, and it took a moment to remember that her face was still disguised. She felt his hands timidly exploring her curves, brushing over her hips and gently squeezing her breasts. Jeanette looked up into Stefan's eyes, gazing deeply into those brown pools while he looked back into hers.

Oh no, he's going to recognize me for sure! How can he not? She thought in a panic. But there was something different in his eyes tonight, something she never saw in all the years she knew him growing up. A lust burned in them tonight, and for the first time she appreciated that he had grown into a man, just as she had become a woman.

A moan escaped his lips as he pushed his cock inside her. It was bigger than she expected, another reminder of how far he'd come. She felt guilty spreading her legs for him. She had known Duke Willem and Sir Jeremy, but not as intimately as she new Stefan. She couldn't help feel an emotional connection as he moved his dick inside her, and it was an unwelcome reminder of how much she had given away in her quest for sexual gratification.

Even still, she couldn't help but lift her hips to meet his thick cock, moaning eagerly as she tried to take him inside her. Once again her body betrayed her, hungry for another climax even as her mind showed some hesitation. Jeanette wrapped her arms around Stefan, pulling him closer as she lifted her legs and pressed her thighs tightly around his sides. He was pumping slowly, but she could tell that he wouldn't be able to hold back his climax for very long; he was too hot, too eager to be inside her.

"Come on, she's a whore, not your wife. Fuck her and get it over with already!"

"Yeah come on there's a line here, get it done!"

"She ain't worth those tender caresses kid! Just slam her hard and fast!"

But Stefan continued his rhythmic thrusts, unmindful of the others hurrying him on. He would get married soon, she thought, as soon as he was knighted. His family would want to make a good marriage early, while he was still close to the king. He'll be making love to his sweet wife while I'm spreading my legs for anyone with a few bits, or worse, for Gilbert.




Tales of the Soiled Dove Ch. 03



Another pang of regret went through her as she worked her hips faster, heeding the voices in the crowd even if he did not. She gripped his broad shoulders and strong arms, and then stroked down to his hands. She clasped them in her own as she wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his backside as she pulled him into her. Jeanette squeezed him inside her as she grinded her hips into his pelvis, rubbing his cock at different angles against her hot inner walls.

"Ah ah ah!" Stefan cried out, squeezing her hands tightly as he began to pump uncontrollably, until his cock exploded inside her, shooting string after gooey string of his hot seed against her cervix. His heart was pounding furiously as he looked down into Jeanette's eyes, lost in the fantasy that he was fucking his Princess. It became so real for him as he held the whore close that for a moment he actually thought it was Jeanette beneath him on the table. But then, the real Princess Jeanette would never be here; would never lower herself to being a whore at one of Ruar's debauched sex parties.

Jeanette sighed in frustration as Stefan pulled out of her. Though his cock was large, he lacked the experience and constitution to keep from cumming too quickly. She was left unsated, though that wouldn't be a problem for long. The loudest of the spectators were already moving forward to take his place. Jeanette squealed as she was pulled off the table and eagerly straddled a large man she was pushed down upon.

It wasn't until she was already impaled on his cock that she realized she never even saw his face. Another man was already standing before her, prodding her mouth through the veil with his hard shaft. The quickly lifted the silk cloth enough to take it in her mouth, stuffing her face with his cock before anyone had a chance to see beneath it. 

The Princess rested her hands on the thick belly of the man beneath her and used it for leverage to bounce up and down, moaning eagerly around the cock as she fucked herself on the shaft inside her. The fat gentleman beneath her didn't deign to do any work, allowing her to exert all the effort in bringing them pleasure. That suited Jeanette fine though, she used the momentum of her bounces to bob up and down on the other man's dick, pushing down the length until the bulbous head tickled the back of her throat.

"Damn look at her swallow that dick!"

"I want her to gobble mine next!"

"Fuck that, I'm going to take her sweet ass!"

The voices ringed in her ears and each taunt or insult made her attack the cocks with greater abandon. With practiced skill she allowed the cock to slide into her throat, letting it push all the way until her lips touched the base. She worked them back and forth around the girth while her throat squeezed and pulsed around the flesh, massaging it with the moist muscles of her mouth.

Revulsion swept through her as the man's belly jiggled beneath her fingers when she slapped down in her excitement. Her eyes drifted closed and she pictured herself riding atop the fat bloated body. Not only was she a princess; the heir to the kingdom, incredibly beautiful, immensely rich; but she was also the gangbang queen of the Soiled Dove, the most in demand prostitute in the city who could have her pick of clients; and she was fucking some faceless, face man who couldn't even be bothered to move his hips.

The perversity of it made her shudder, and more pleasure bubbled up inside her, pushing her towards another climax. She sucked on the cock in her mouth even harder, and reached up with one hand to cup his balls. She rolled them over his palm, rubbing them all over as she slid off his cock again, only to quickly bring herself all the way down on the cock. She popped it in and out of her throat, and each time the sensitive head of his shaft was squeezed by her neck a tremor went through him and a loud, pleasured groan escaped his lips.

Jeanette moved faster and harder atop the cock, which plunged in and out of her sopping pussy. When the sound of Stefan's cum splashing inside her finally reached her ears the pressure finally exploded inside her and she basked in her newest climax. The constriction of her muscles as she rode the crest brought her partners to climax as well, and soon two more loads were shooting inside her, adding to the mess.

The world spun around as strong arms pulled her up into an embrace, and the next set of clients took their place.

****

Several hours later Jeanette looked into the jug at her side and saw that it have been filled about a quarter of the way with the red beads. A smile formed on her lips, before wincing with a groan when she rolled off the table. Her crotch felt like it was on fire, and her ass, mouth, and jaw weren't much better. The early loads had already dried on her skin, but the more recent ones still dripped down her body, pooling in her cleavage, on her hips, and in the cleft of her ass.

She picked up her jug and stumbled towards the entrance to the manor, where the host Duke of Crovoth had called all the guests and servants still standing to hear an announcement. "Thank you all for coming my friends, and thank you to the lovely ladies of the Soiled Dove who have worked so hard. Let's give them a round of applause!"

The crowd cheered for the six girls who remained. Jeanette could see Marian among them, looking sire, tired, but defiant as she glared at her from across the room. She could tell that Marian had collected an impressive amount of beads, though she didn't think it would match her own count.

"But let's be honest my friends, these 'ladies' don't want our thanks, they want a more tangible reward eh? So, let's begin our final game of the evening!" The Duke clapped his hands, and the great manor doors opened and a team of servants carried out a large table covered with small pewter cups. "On this table are one hundred and fifty cups, each one holding the 'load' of one of my servants. Painstakingly collected all day long, one of these cups holds a ruby ring valued at 500 gold marks! 500! A small fortune, and it could be yours, my lovely ladies. Each bead you have collected buys you the chance to drink one cup. But there is a catch! You must declare how many tries you want in advance, and once you touch a cup you must drink it. So, who wants to play? Place your bids!"

Silence reigned for a moment as the exhausted girls looked at the table. Five hundred marks was more than a girl could make at the Soiled Dove in five years, probably more than eight. Jeanette of course didn't need the money, but the depravity of the game was already making her loins stir again. "Twenty eight cups!" 

"T-twenty eight cups? Is that right? Surely not! Well well well my dear, you're an enterprising one aren't you? Steward, count them out and let's see if we have any other takers!" Crovoth's steward took the mug and began counting out the beads.

"Twenty cups!" Marian shouted, fuming at being outshone by Jeanette once again. The rest of the girls followed suit, though none were able to match Jeanette's number. She wasn't considered the Gangbang Queen for nothing, after all.

Jeanette, Marian, and the four other girls all approached the table to pick out their first cup. All were identical, and with varying levels of cum it was impossible to know which one hid the ring. Diabolically, Jeanette reasoned that the cups that appeared to have more cum had a better chance of hiding the ring due to displacement. She picked a cup that looked like it had a large load and brought it to her lips. The strong musky smell wafted over her, sending a shiver through her body. 

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

She brought it to her lips and shot it back. Hot cum gushed over her tongue and down her throat, but no ring was found. Next to her, the other girls also each took a cumshot, though none of them scored the ring either. Round two was next, and Jeanette hungrily swallowed another man's load, but still no luck in finding the run. Eight rounds later, and ten pewter cups of cum and still none of the girls had found the ring. Only four were left now to compete, but the others besides Marian were starting to look queasy from drinking so many loads in rapid succession.

Another cup with a heavy load of cum passed between her lips. She savored the salty goo, rolling it over her tongue, swirling and swishing it with her tongue before gulping it down. It almost felt like it kept going, as the sensuousness of swallowing the unknown man's seed sent an aftershock through her body, creating a new tingle in her loins.

By the time they reached eighteen cups only her and Marian were left, and Marian was looking more and more desperate as her own tries neared completion. As they both looked at the large number of cups remaining, it became obvious that there was a real chance that neither of them would win the ring and this would all be for naught.

"My my, this is getting close, is it not? How about we enter into a special bonus round? The next ten cups have been set aside special. Each one was marked by the donating servant, and each servant will serve you their cum personally. You even get to thank them for the creamy treat! What do you say girls, will you better your chances in the game?"

Both Marian and Jeanette agreed, so soon the ten cups were divided between them. The first servant who approached her was a young man, barely out of his teens who probably couldn't even afford a prostitute on his wages. "I'm Darek, miss, and this is my, well, my contribution."

She giggled at his nervousness. "Thank you Darek, for the treat. It's too kind of you." Jeanette took the cup from him and toasted, and then slurped his gooey mess right down. Still no ring. 

Next came a middle aged man, and then a rather old man. Neither cup had the ring, though she still enjoyed swallowing both their loads. The looks they gave her made her shudder, and somehow it having them calmly watching her take their loads long after they spilled their seed made it seem so much more personal and depraved. After them came another young man, and finally a large cook. The cook was obscenely fat, and smelled terrible. He managed to fill his cup up quite respectably with a thick, sticky load with a pungent aroma. "Harold, miss, and real pleased to make this special dessert for you!"

Jeanette forced a smile as she tried to avoid retching. Even after all she'd been through, tonight and since she started, it was hard for her to stomach this. Still, she managed to bring the cup to her lips and slide his seed inside. It tasted bitter, acrid, and almost spoiled on her tongue. She quickly swallowed it to the crowd's cheer, and while she was relieved that it was gone she was disappointed that she still hadn't won the ring.

Luckily, Marian still hadn't either, and now they were back where they started. Her nineteenth, no, her twenty-ninth cup of semen. This one was salty and tangy, but was a welcome relief after the cook's disgusting brew and it cleansed her palate nicely. 

Marian looked desperate as she tried to pick her last cup. She scrutinized each one, close enough to inhale each scent as the crowd hooted and laughed behind her. Finally, they both grabbed one and slung it back. From the muffled grunt to her side Jeanette could tell that Marian hadn't been successful. That left just her with eight more tries to go.

"My lords, it seems I haven't had much luck picking out my cups, so perhaps I could ask you for assistance." Jeanette quivered, her pussy tingling as the words left her lips before she even fully understood the plan forming in the darkest recesses of her mind. "If I could have eight volunteers, would you all please pick out a cup and serve them to me all at once? I think we're all ready to see this game reach its climax!"

Laughter ripped through the crowd, and Jeanette sank to her knees as eight men stepped forward, each one grabbing one of the little cups. They all stood around her as she tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide. All at once the cups tipped over, dumping eight loads of semen right into her mouth. It splashed off her tongue to her lips and chin, and she quickly closed her mouth to swallow the heated mess down right into her gullet. When her lips parted again and she lifted out the heart shaped rube ring, her final most powerful climax of the night rocked through her.