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 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 sex 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 parentship over the she-orcs. So, I had to make indian 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 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 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 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. “Very good, Heciok.” I smiled. “Thank you, Magistrate Augustinia!” Heciok managed to be elated by my praise despite her uncomfortable state. I turned my attention to her older sister. “Esitiok,” I said, increasing the radius of my stirring motion, “if no physical evidence is presented, how many credible witnesses are needed to convict a defendant?” “Oh…” she groaned, her hips rotating with my finger, her pussy salivating hungrily, “…four?” “I’m sorry, the correct answer was ‘five.’” I sighed, and added a second finger. David Greene, CEO Jaxson, Inc.” She kept her hands on sex her thighs, holding her crotch open and exposed. “Lift up your skirt.” My dad said in a direct commanding voice. She was in her forties and had strawberry blond hair and a great ass with tits that always made any of her shirts poke out. "Alright Jessica. Ohhhhh. Rebecca didn’t answer me verbally. I love you for hosing me down! Then, sweet relief, I recognize a face in the line of passengers waiting to board a ship. “How can you tell its dog cum?” “Why haven’t you come her for a while?” I asked. I raised my eyes, wondering where Kayla learned to talk like that. I wish she felt safe enough around me to share the part of herself she keeps indian locked away.