“The rest of you are dismissed. Go muster your companies.” I said, holding Captain Getrok firmly in my grasp.
“Not me, ma’am?”
“No, Captain,” I grinned, and dropped to my knees before him, “you’re off duty.”
EVA
The office of the Outreach Director was no longer the shed beside the castle, but an extravagant tent before the stadium. I’d procured some satin drapes and incense to give it the luxuriant appeal I desired, and it was decorated with all the niceties that Alkandran nobility should have, but none were quite so spectacular as Pet, or “Soraya,” as the others called her. She was bound in opulent masochism with a dress of gold chain, her platinum choker high and tight on her throat, her bronze body inscribed with tattoos from heel to chin.
“I love you, you know.” I said as I stroked her fine white hair.
“Yes Domina.” She purred.
“I mean that I love you, Soraya.”
She turned, her character melting away to display her magnificent smile. “And I love you, Eva, but you’ve been saying it for so long that it’s lost its shock value.”
“Apparently not for me.” I mused, “I’m surprised every time the thought comes to mind. I never thought I’d be in love, and with so many, but you most of all.”
She smiled coyly, and laid her head on my lap. “Eva, save the sweet-talk for the pillow. If you really love me, you’ll treat me like I deserve.”
I sniffled, “OK, you filthy cum-whore.”
“Much better.” She grinned, then turned around, and resumed her role as my dog. A moment later, one of Faltia’s officers walked through the tent flap, and gave me a smart salute.
“Major Roy Alkandra reporting for outreach duty, ma’am!” He announced with a shaky voice.
“Already?” I chuckled, checking my timepiece, “It’s a little early in the day for public humiliation, isn’t it? Oh, who am I kidding? It’s never too early. What was your offence, Major?”
“Gambling, ma’am.”
“Ooo, that’s Faltia’s big no-no.” I purred, assessing my newest victim, “When we were rangers, Captain Dafian –that’s Commander Faltia to you— Captain Dafian would turn a blind eye to sex and drugs, but if he caught his soldiers gambling with each other, he’d come down hard. Pet, could you give the major an enema bag?”
“Ma’am?!” Major Roy asked, his voice tight with alarm.
I procured a sheet of paper from my desk. “Fighting will get you put in stockades and paddled, failure to comply will get you drawn and whipped, disobeying a direct order will get you the cross; these are the punishments Faltia and I agreed upon, but your commander left the punishment for gambling up to my discretion. She trusted my imagination with such things. Now,” my lips curved into a wicked smile, “strip to your birthday suit, spread your cheeks, and bend over. We need to clean you out, Major; we wouldn’t want to make a mess of the stage, now would we?”
ALEXA
A crowd had formed before the stage that fronted Eva’s tent. I paused my work to watch the show. Eva had put the poor orc in stirrups, and was seeing just how far she could put her fist up his ass. He hollered and groaned, but it wasn’t all bad for him. Soraya was there to suck his shamefully-aroused cock while the crowd jeered and cheered. I sighed, wishing I could join in the fun, and turned my attention back to the task at hand. The stadium was almost complete. Despite it being the largest structure by footprint in the city, it had been the easiest to build. It was a massive bowl dug out from the stone quarry, tiered back to accommodate half the two-hundred-thousand population at once. It practically created itself, seeing as how the trolls who mined it tiered it toward the center to create steps anyway. All we had to do was even-out the steps, add a box for the esteemed citizenry, and let Tim decorate the outside with statues of battle. The massive stones that were mined from it were then shaped and cut by the Ardeni masons, and sent to the construction crews downtown.
I looked out at the city. The progress we’d made was simply breathtaking. With a workforce of over five-thousand at my disposal, and the trolls who made cranes and hydraulic lifts unnecessary, we’d built all fifty towers along the main street, and were laying the foundations for a hundred more along two side streets. It was inevitable that the urban strip would begin to spread, and so with much persuasion on Kiera’s part, we’d convinced Arbor to let us cut down a few square miles of the surrounding forest. The timber was not wasted. I’d zoned out plots for unorganized expansion between the shore and river, and the orcs had quickly taken to building commercial districts that sprawled out along makeshift roads for miles. All new development had to be downstream of the Knife River to avoid water contamination, and since the waste from the towers was emptied into gutters that ran into the watershed, it made that part of Alkandra rather stinky. We needed some kind of filtration system.
KIERA
“Gods, that smell is absolutely horrendous.” Arbor said plainly as we walked along the river. One side of the Knife River was lush green fields, and the other was stone and timber urban sprawl that stretched for miles to the shoreline. It seemed like every time I blinked a new building was erected. The disparity in architecture between Alexa’s carefully planned city center and the tribespeople’s entropy-driven engineering was astounding. Over time, I imagined that Alexa would sequester sections of the shanty town for her own development to ease the transition, but for now, it looked like someone had shit rocks and wood next to a utopian metropolis.
“That’s what I came to ask you about,” I said, stopping by the brown river. “Is there something you can do about this?”
“I can plant algae that will consume the biodegradables, but it will need to be harvested down river or it will suck all the oxygen from the water.” Arbor said, “The harvested algae can be used to feed the livestock; that way, we will not need to use cropland to feed them.”
“Killing two birds with one stone; I like it.”
Arbor blinked at me. “We are not killing birds, Kiera, we are harvesting… this is an expression, is it not? It means to complete two tasks with one solution.”
“You catch on fast.” I chuckled.
Arbor chuckled with me, then paused, and placed her hand over my belly. “Kiera, you are with child.”
“About time. All the other herms already got knocked up. Is it Furia’s?”
“It is.”
“I figured. So, Eva and I will carry her babies, Alexa will carry mine, and Furia will carry Eva’s. Is it a girl or a hermaphrodite?”
“Neither. It is a boy.”
“A boy?!”
“It seems that when two hermaphrodites sire a male, it is a pure male.” Arbor smiled at my belly, “The first dark-blooded male in history. This one will be trouble, Kiera.”
Speaking of trouble children. I thought, watching Rose come bounding through the rows of crops with a smile on her face.
“Hi Kiera!” She said brightly, and pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back, making very certain that it stayed platonic under Arbor’s scrutinizing gaze. She pulled back with a devious smile on her face, and held out a pipe, “I got something special for you today.”
FURIA
Finding magistrates that I could trust had been a nightmare. Firstly, they had to be literate, and Soraya had scooped up all the literate orcs she could get her hands on. 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 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 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.
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