Alessa took a deep, nervous breath to try and still the butterflies flying around in her stomach as she looked herself over in the mirror. Staring back was a beautiful woman, wearing a dress so thin and revealing, she thought of it as little more than a cloth with strings. It was the kind of thing that she'd expect a cheap whore to wear.
The word burned deep into her mind, it made her feel dirty in the best way. However it was the wrong word to describe her: A whore had sex for money. No, she wasn't a whore at all, she was something else.
"Slut."
Saying the word just excited her more, even though it was more like a whisper as it left her lips. It was more complex than simple excitement, there was also a sense of shame mixed in, which left her mind confused. Her body, however, was completely sure how it felt, as she was reminded of the wetness between her legs.
Unable to hold back any longer, she started to rub her clit over her dress. She closed her eyes, leaned back in her chair, and opened her legs a little, allowing the pleasure to slowly build inside her. Her other hand reached up, and cupped one of her breasts, rolling her hard nipple in between her thumb and forefinger. After a few minutes small moans escaped from her mouth, as she felt herself approach orgasm.
"Hey, Alessa. Sorry for being la-, oh, uhm, sorry."
Alessa opened her eyes, and glanced behind her shoulder, to see Annabell standing in the doorway. Her cheeks were burning red, and her gaze was now focused squarely at a loose floorboard.
"What's the matter, saw something you like?"
Alessa stood up, and straightened out the wrinkles in her dress. A quick glance at the mirror revealed that her erect nipples were now quite visible through the material of her dress, and there was a slight wet spot below her hips. When Annabell's eyes traveled up from the floor, it was clear that she noticed those details, as well.
As Alessa looked over Annabell, in her long conservative priestess robes, Alessa realized just how exposed she was. She thought back how the only thing the two shared in common was a gender. Alessa was short, athletic, with short black hair, and tanned olive skin, breasts which comfortably fit in a 28B bra. Annabell, on the other hand was tall, with blond hair that reached down to her hips, and could just about squeeze into a 44E.
However, they didn't just differ physically. Where Alessa was aggressive, Annabell was passive. Where Alessa was loud, Annabell was quiet. Where Alessa was flirtatious, Annabell was timid. Where Alessa was openly sexual, Annabell was chaste.
Despite all of this, Alessa considered Annabell her best friend and closest confidant. That much was obvious just from the fact that she told Annabell her plan.
Alessa was not only the daughter of Fendric Sassiet, a highly respected general, but she was also a fairly accomplished captain in her own right. If what she was going to do tonight got out, not only would it spell dishonor for her family name, but the higher ups would probably consider her desires to be a potential liability if she was captured by the enemy. One minor mistake tonight, and her whole life would be ruined.
"Are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this?" Annabell asked after regaining some of her composure.
Alessa closed her eyes, and asked herself the same question. When she opened them next, a smile had crept onto her face. "Hell yes, I am."
Annabell let out a long sigh, she knew that she wasn't going to change her friend's mind. Alessa never changed her mind once she made a decision, but Annabell hoped this would be the exception that proved the rule. She considered telling Alessa that she wasn't going to be supporting her stupid decisions, but Annabell knew that Alessa would do it with or without her. At least this way, she would be as safe as possible.
Annabell could understand her friends actions to some degree though. It started when Alessa was ordered to station her troops at a small city on the outskirts of the empire, something about scouts reporting seeing large numbers of orcs in the surrounding countryside, and fears of an orc army. If there was an army amassing just outside their front door, then it sure was taking its damn time. So far they had been stationed there for almost eight months, without sight or smell of a single orc, and orc stench was hard to miss.
When you're deep in enemy territory, or on the frontline of a battle, you don't think about sex. Each person's training kicks in, and he or she becomes little more than an animal; a wolf. They will kill without hesitation or remorse. They operate in a pack, no one questioning their place within the structure, merely doing what's expected of them. Even when completely isolated, they're still dangerous, and shouldn't be taken lightly.
However, once you take them out of that situation, the wolf quickly goes away. Once again, laughter can be heard making its way through the barracks. People start to ease up on their duties. Their sex drive returns. In fact, their sex drive seems to return twice as powerful as before, as if to make up for lost time. Sex suddenly became one of the sole focuses of every soldier, even if it isn't outwardly apparent.
This hit Alessa harder than her fellow soldiers, not just because she refused to indulge in her fetish, but also due to the fact that she hadn't had sex all together for about three years. One part of that came from a fear that doing so would cause her to form unconscious attachments, which could cloud her decision making in the future. The other part was that she just didn't have time.
Her father was intent on having her take his spot when he retired. To this end he made sure she was constantly bombarded with work, to the point where she didn't even have the time or energy to masturbate most days. And of course this still applied even when she was stuck watching trees out in the middle of nowhere.
This was the only day she had off since she arrived, and she was certain that if she didn't use it to properly satisfy herself, she would end up going insane. She put the first pieces into play a long time ago. Within a month of arriving, she realized that she would be here a long time, Alessa managed to acquire monthly funds for, 'Teamwork Strengthening and Relaxation Sessions', or as she liked to call them, gangbangs. The money would go to hiring, and transporting, up to two dozen high class prostitutes for one night of anything the soldiers wanted.
Alessa was also sure to employ the help of some of her lieutenants, to help enforce a ban on any and all sexual acts taking place at any other time than the government funded gangbangs. On the surface, this was there because the soldiers should always be focused on their jobs first and foremost. The real reason was that Alessa wanted these men as pent up as possible.
With all that out of the way, the rest of Alessa's master plan was deceptively simple, all she had to do sneak her way into the group of prostitutes, and then let nature take its course. Once everyone was done and turned in for the night, she would sneak back to her quarters. She would have to figure out cleaning herself off later.
Of course, there was one tiny piece missing from her perfect mosaic of a plan, all of her men would recognize her instantly. She gave them orders every morning, ate with them three times a day, hell, she had personally saved at least half their lives one time or another, and at least a quarter had personally saved hers. It wouldn't matter if she dyed her hair, wore glasses, and/or put on half an inch of makeup, as long as they were thinking straight, they would recognize her the instant they saw her. That's where Annabell came in.
Alessa was drawn out of her contemplation, when she felt Annabell's hand on her shoulder. The grip was hard, steady, controlling. Alessa could feel herself melting in it. Looking up at Annabell's face, she realized that Annabell had managed to get over her nervousness rather quickly.
"On your knees." Annabell said sharply.
