Secondly, they had to be unbiased, and an unbiased tribal orc was a fairytale. Thirdly, they had to be truthful, and while orcs were not liars, truth and fact were not always synonymous to them. So, I decided to settle on my fourth requirement, and that was that they be completely loyal to me. And out of the woodwork, came some very unexpected candidates. The power-hungry matriarchs looked to infuse themselves with any positions of prominence, and so they gave me their daughters to be magistrates of Alkandra. I tried to impress upon them the commitment of the position; none of the magistrates could be in contact with the matriarchs, nor could they preside over cases involving their own tribes, or tribes of their enemies. Furthermore, all magistrates would have to live in the castle with me to ensure that their loyalties would not be tested, and they were not allowed to have families while under my tutelage. That nugget of information only made the matriarchs more eager to sign the contract. I suspected ulterior motives, and when I informed them that I public could not impregnate their daughters, some of their gusto left them. Still, it was important for them to keep their families in positions of high standing, and so I was given thirty-nine she-orc bachelorettes from the ages of eighteen to twenty-three to live in my wing of the castle. What could go wrong? When I opened the dormitory door the next day to find a massive brawl going on in the study lounge, I knew I had my work cut out for me. I would have to systematically break down their tribal identities, and instill a new identity, one of sisterhood for the cause of law. Though they hated each other, they respected and admired me nearly to the point of worship, which made instructing them an easy task. Inevitably, however, their womanly needs intersected my masculine desires, and my class of future magistrates deteriorated into my harem. And I had tried oh-so-hard to keep everything professional. I soon found that sex was a very useful tool to indoctrinate the young women. The more I fucked them, the more my incubus seduction took hold of them, and the more receptive they became. My power fetish was thoroughly entrenched when I realized that my dick could literally change their brain chemistry. Perhaps it was unethical, but they didn’t seem to mind. Pride was the first thing that needed to be stripped from them, for orc pride would be their undoing. The punishment for a corrupt magistrate was to be drawn and quartered in the arena, and I felt a responsibility akin to pov parentship over the she-orcs. So, I had to make them uncomfortable. As Eva taught me, there is no growth without pain, but since I wasn’t a sadist like she, I went about breaking down my students differently. “Please Magistrate Augustinia!” Esitiok Balktar whined. She was nineteen, slender shaved and nubile, her pale-green flesh tattooed in tribal savagery, but her face remarkably girlish and innocent. That face was contorted in strain and pleasure as my index fingers slowly stirred her puckered green anus, the digit becoming wet with what was drooling down her taint. She was on her back atop my desk, her black magistrate robes opened to reveal her nakedness, her wrists and ankles bound spread-eagle, her head in clamps. Her older sister, Heciok Balktar, squatted over her face, straining with trembling thighs not to engage in the incestual depravity Hardcore I’d positioned them in. It was a picture of arousal and humiliation that I wished I could paint for posterity. God, what had happened to me? “Heciok,” I lectured before the rapt eyes of my surrounding thirty-seven students, “what are the three edicts of Alkandran law?” “Justice is amateur fair, justice is blind, and justice is vengeful!” Heciok sputtered, squirming in the ropes I’d tied that squeezed her large green breasts and bound her hands behind her back. “You don’t know how much I appreciate you bringing these in to let me use them,” she said as she produced the 2 ball from under her skirt. When the toys entered her completely, her legs gave out, and she surrendered. However them being loose with the knowledge they possess was still a problem. Her mind wandered back to a conversation they had had last week about how much fun it would be to have a threesome. Marge was seething when she schreeched to a halt. “Don’t be such a fucking wuss.” Josh snickered, obviously happy to take a shot at Logan after their earlier argument. Tomas smiles knowingly. She rattled off a Hardcore bunch of names that meant nothing to Donny. Jill responds by waving Melanie over to the bed. If they're all consenting, what's the big deal? A musty, woody scent sat as a amateur backdrop to the comings and goings of college life and it public was now unmistakable. My small breasts jiggled before me as I thrust so hard. While one of the guards took Burt’s arm and moved him over to the contraption, the voice warned that the use of video equipment was strictly prohibited and pov would be punished by 20 demerits. “Yes, I am.” Olivia answered as she followed him in. He promptly shaved shut the door and locked it. This freed up one of his hands, allowing him to tease her clit and play with her nipples as he fucked her. Nineteen seconds into the video, eight hours real time, another flash of white light sparked into existence, ejecting billions of tons of celestial mass into space on a collision course with the earth. “Because I hear you are quite a handyman. Before she knew what was happening, Selina’s entire body began to convulse in a surprisingly strong orgasm. It was so hot to pretend to be a little girl sitting on her big brother's lap while actually having sex with him. Frosty’s love and affection for the two women mirrored my own. The taxi driver came to collect us, and as he carried out our bags my father was talking to him.