Author's Note: For the purposes of this alternate version of the ending, assume that the treaty signed in Ch 10 was much more severe, with Jeanette abdicating her throne in favor of Turogg and pledging to be his slave-wife. It is more in lines with what I had originally planned for the ending, except for the epilogue which takes the story in a different direction than what I originally thought based on what I've developed in the world of Orc Dominion since originally starting the story.
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Being able to dictate the terms of the peace, it did not take long for the treaty to be drawn up. Janus had been authorized by King Connor to sign it, and when he did so, the war was over. Janus departed and Chief Turogg and Jeanette began the process of incorporating the Duchy of Braden into Zentara. Chief Turogg named Bodak as the new Duke of Braden and selected his most trusted and able orcs to take command of the cities and castles in the Duchy. Word was also sent to have the orc women and children brought through Zentara for settlement in the Duchy. Most of the humans had fled, and those that remained were female prisoners of the orcs, who would be taken as slave wives by the new orc masters.
Jeanette dutifully signed every order that Turogg put in front of her. Her seal was still necessary, as the treaty technically hadn't gone into effect yet, and wouldn't be official until they returned to the city and made the announcement. Sir Drake had been very thorough in writing all the orders that would be necessary for Turogg to consolidate his hold on the Duchy.
Jeanette and Chief Turogg's procession back to Ruar was even more jubilant than when they marched to war. Flush with victory, the people celebrated them at every town, and commoners lined the roads, cheering and clapping for the Queen. If only they knew that soon the Queen they were cheering for would be a slave of the orc hero. Jeanette made sure to thank Chief Turogg and give him credit for his skill and bravery, as well as the important and integral role the orcs played in the battle. Jeanette assured the people that victory would not have been possible without the orc alliance, and that the orcs had proven themselves invincible on the battlefield. When the time came and Turogg assumed the throne, they would think twice about opposing such a formidable warrior.
By the time Jeanette reached the castle, the human soldiers in her army had melted away back to their homes. Most of these veterans had seen the prowess of the orcs and would not be keen to fight them if there were objections to the 'marriage' later. If they did, well, they were now scattered, while the orc host remained largely intact except for what was left to garrison Braden.
As Jeanette approached the castle, she shook in excitement at seeing Agmar again. It had been months since she last saw her baby, and now she was going to have another. The first thing that Jeanette noticed when returning to court was the change in fashion. Many of the young ladies were emulating the dress she wore at her coronation, much to Chief Turogg's delight. They wore silks in vibrant colors, showing off thighs and bottoms, cleavage and side views of their breasts. While the older ladies at court were shocked at the new fashion, there was little they could do if that was how the Queen dressed.
While she had never intended to wear that style again, its acceptance at court meant that she might have to, especially if Chief Turogg had anything to say about it, which she was certain he would. She wondered for a moment if wearing pants would also become a fashion, since she wore them to go on campaign. Jeanette pushed these thoughts away to focus on the task at hand. She had to award Chief Turogg his new lands, plan the wedding, and ensure all would go smoothly when she handed the realm to her Chief.
Before any of that, she would go and see her son. Agmar had grown in the scant few months she'd been away, much faster than a human child would. He was already crawling, and eating more regular food. He smiled when he saw his mother though, recognizing her. Agmar stretched out his arms towards Jeanette, and she lifted him up into an embrace. He was so heavy, and strong! He was going to grow up to be a powerful warrior.
Shortly after their return, Sir Drake arranged to have her and Chief Turogg meet with him in a secluded dungeon chamber. "It is so good to see you again, Chief Turogg. You as well, Your Highness. I've been waiting a long time for this." Sir Drake grinned and stepped toward Jeanette, a coiled whip hanging at his belt. "It's time for me to get what we agreed upon, Chief Turogg. I want my time with the Queen!"
His time? What had Chief Turogg promised him? "What do you mean by that, Sir Drake? Who do you think you are to demand my time?" Jeanette eyed the whip on his hip warily, as well as the cruel glint in his eyes.
Sir Drake lifted the whip off his belt, and let it uncoil to the floor. "I've been watching you a long time, Your Highness. Since you were a young woman. I've watched you touch yourself when you thought no one was watching, and watched your licentious displays with the orcs. You're a dirty, naughty, sexual little girl, and I'm going to teach you the pleasure you can feel from my whip!"
Jeanette looked to Chief Turogg, who looked back impassively. Jeanette turned back to Sir Drake. "You cannot believe I will submit to such a thing. I am the Queen, not your plaything!"
"Chief Turogg made me a promise, a chance to have you for one night, to do as I wish in exchange for all my help in the negotiations!" Sir Drake raised his voice in anger. "I mean to have what is mine!"
Chief Turogg still said and did nothing. They were alone down here, no guards to come and help her. "I am pregnant with his child! You cannot beat me in this condition!"
That seemed to give him pause, but after a moment, he grinned even wider. "That is perfect, the final result of all your depredations; all the more reason for you to feel the touch of my whip!" Sir Drake advanced closer to Jeanette, and then raised his arm, readying to strike out with the whip.
"My Chief! You cannot mean to allow this! I'm a Queen! I'm carrying your child!"
Turogg grinned nastily at her. "You're not a Queen any longer Jeanette, you're my slave. To be used, traded, or given out as I please! Sir Drake knows well enough not to harm my child, don't you?"
"Of course, Your Highness. I know my trade, and the baby will not be harmed a bit!"
"I leave you to it! Jeanette, obey every order Sir Drake gives you as if they came from me." Turogg laughed gutturally. "As a slave, he outranks you now!" Turogg gave Jeanette's pert ass a hard smack and left her alone in the dungeon with Sir Drake.
Jeanette flushed in humiliation as she looked at Sir Drake, who was leering at her with a wild look in his eyes. His hand reached out, touching her swollen belly as he stroked over the soft fabric of her gown. "I've thought about you a lot over the years, Jeanette, but never did I imagine that you'd get knocked up by an orc!" Sir Drake laughed cruelly. "The Grenally line polluted with a half-breed. What do you think your mother and father would say if they were still alive?"
Jeanette spluttered in rage, but as she opened her mouth to berate him he suddenly smacked her across the face. "None of that, slave! You should know better than to talk back to your betters. It seems you're still in need of some training, and I think I am just the man to do it!" Sir Drake grabbed Jeanette roughly by the arm and pulled her to the center of the room. Long chains with manacles dangled from the ceiling, and he quickly locked them around each of her wrists.
Jeanette shuddered as she felt his hands roaming over her body, rubbing her ass and squeezing her breasts. Despite the revulsion she felt, her nipples hardened and pressed out against the silk dress. Sir Drake caught the nubs between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed, making Jeanette cry out softly.
"So quiet, slave, and so finely dressed. Much too finely dressed for a slave. Have you been impersonating your betters? Tsk tsk...admit that you don't deserve to wear such nice clothing, beg me to strip it off you!"
Jeanette glowered at him, eliciting another sharp pinch of her breasts. Despite her anger at the treatment, and the revulsion at being fondled by Sir Drake, the rough treatment and the bondage were starting to arouse her. It was a testament to the many changes that the rough awakening of her sexuality had wrought that even now her body was responding to the degrading treatment of a man she loathed.
"I...I don't deserve to wear such fine clothing, Sir Drake...please...please take it off me!"
Sir Drake leered at the slave queen. "Well, since you asked so nicely, 'Your Highness.'" He ran his hands over Jeanette's body again, and then grabbed the sleeves of the dress and yanked sharply, ripping them off her shoulders. He pulled down harder, tearing the dress all the way off until it pooled at her ankles.
Jeanette flushed with embarrassment as her large breasts spilled free. She flinched when Sir Drake wrapped his arms around her and cupped her tits from behind. "I've seen these many times from afar, Jeanette, but they're so much more magnificent up close. I've dreamed of this for years, you've grown into quite the sexy woman."