“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. Her moans became louder, the rivulets of nectar running down her taint became thicker. “Heciok,” I said to the older sister as she whimpered in her squatting position, “on what grounds can a defendant demand a trial by combat?”
“I don’t know, Magistrate Augustinia!” She cried, squirming to stay upright.
I gestured broadly with my free hand. “Why don’t you ask your fellow classmates then? I’m sure they would love to help you.”
Heciok looked around frantically, but she was only met with vindictive smirks.
I added a third finger to poor Esitiok, and she squealed, shaking her head in the clamps, her body gyrating in pleasure.
“Do you know why no one will help you two?” I asked the sisters, “It’s because you have been cruel to your classmates, and have not yet accepted the bonds of this sisterhood. Your outside identities mean nothing. Your name means nothing. You are magistrates in training, and your duties are to your country, not to your tribe.”
“Magistrate Augustinia, please!” Heciok pleaded, the table shaking with her quivering legs.
I just smiled, and added a fourth finger to her younger sister’s anus. Her green rim squeezed me like an anal cuff, the spokes in her flesh stretching along the twitching rim. I gazed at Heciok, “You can always try and guess the answer.”
“Hurry Heciok!” Esitiok pleaded, her voice rich with pleasure as she stared into her older sister’s spread pussy.
“Um…” Heciok knitted her brow, “in order to demand a trial by combat, the defendant must have… a sword?”
“I’m sorry, Heciok, but a defendant can only demand a trial by combat if the verdict of the magistrate and the verdict of the jury differ.” I placed my other hand on Esitiok’s leaking pussy, and gently pinched her engorged clit. The woman screamed, and Heciok screamed with her when her legs suddenly gave out. Her crotch landed on her Esitiok’s mouth, and Esitiok’s chin went static beneath her, trying with all her might not to do what was inevitable.
“Taste her, Esitiok.” I whispered, “Taste your older sister, and give in to the sisterhood. We’re all sisters here, so what does it matter if you came from the same cunt? All the other siblings have succumbed to each other already, so why do you resist? Lick the forbidden nectar; it is the sweetest, after all.”
With the sensual twist of my fingers on her clit, and the gentle violation of my fingers in her tight anus, I compelled Esitiok’s body to relax. Heciok pleaded silently with me, her lower lip trembling, but there would be no mercy for her. Esitiok’s clit began throbbing in my fingers, her juices began spurting from her vacant slit. Her thighs trembled with the imminence of release, but I would not give it to her. I tortured her with pleasure until I saw her chin finally go slack, and her tongue slide out to venture into her sister’s slit.
“Esitiok!” Heciok cried, horrified at what she was feeling. I controlled the motion of Esitiok’s tongue with my fingers, mastering her like a puppet, and in turn, gaining mastery over her older sister. I watched the change come over them both. Esitiok’s trepidation slowly faded, and she moaned into her sister’s depths as she undulated to the motions of my fingers, pleading torpidly for release. Heciok’s whimpers subsided, and little gasps came from her mouth. She clenched her jaw, trying to deny the sounds that were bubbling in her throat, but I saw the twitches between her spread legs, and the clenches of her abdomen. I saw the way her pussy drooled its juices down her sister’s chin. Her neck striated to hold back the cry, but she could not, and she sounded it out, ashamed, pure, and joyous, and the class cheered to hear it. No longer able to deny her ecstasy, she gyrated atop her sister’s face, her hips rolling, the delectable fat of her waist creasing.
“Oh god, lick me Esitiok!” She cried in surrender.
“Sisters,” I said, “Esitiok and Heciok have finally joined the sisterhood. Welcome them!” And I withdrew my fingers just as the girls descended upon the pair, grasping their breasts, putting their mouths on their parts, exchanging smiling kisses and gaping moans. Robes were discarded and tattooed green flesh was exposed, and my desk became a pile of women.
A pair of hands undid my robe, and another parted my legs. Kilok was on her knees behind me, planting her face between my supple cheeks, her lips wrapping around my anus, her tongue pushing through. Then Perciak was beneath me, kneeling beside her friend, lifting me between their faces so that she could plunge her tongue into my slit. Gertiak was kneeling before me, my brightest student, my shining star, and she devoured my tattooed cock to the base, gagging and gurgling, but still diligently ravaging her throat. Resecelliok took one of my nipples in her mouth, and Yuniara took the other, and they nursed upon me in that ferocious way orcs do, their tusks grazing, their lips pulling with a ravenous sensuality. I tilted my head back, my body turned to jelly by the wet probing invasion of tongues in my hot soft places, and I lounged splendidly atop my throne of women.
“Governess, what can I help you with?” I asked Adrianna, peeking from the corner of my eye.
“Governess?” She asked with an incredulous smile.
“I can’t teach my students respect if I don’t show it.”
Adrianna glanced at my predicament. “I wish I didn’t have to come all the way up here to see you in the morning.”
“I told you I have to be here for them overnight. It’s necessary… oh, Perciak, keep doing that!… it’s necessary for properly indoctrinating them. They graduate tomorrow morning, and I’ll be back in your bed tomorrow night.”
Adrianna smiled ruefully, “I didn’t want to sound needy.”
I grinned her, “I like that you do though. Care to join?”
“I’d love to, but I have to be at the docks shortly. The Lowlands ambassador is coming here today, and he needs to meet all of us.”
“I’ll see if I can’t squirrel away some time this afternoon. Should I wear my ass-kissing lipstick?”
“No, Furia.” She grinned, “I think he’ll be the one wearing the brown gloss.”
ADRIANNA
Most of the hybrids now had tattoos everywhere on their body. Soraya and Faltia even had them on their fingers. Alexa had kept her breasts and belly bare, which I thought was a striking contrast. Kiera and Brianna’s many tattoos were individual and separated with flesh, while Eva’s elaborate scene of debauchery flowed uninterrupted over her entire body, ending at the collar. Furia broke with tradition by getting tattoos only in places none of the others had them. She had surprised us all when her first tattoo was on her face. It was a beautiful tribal design that flowed around her left brow, circled her left eye, ran down her cheek, and traced her jaw until it tapered at the chin. She explained that the ancient Alkandran magistrates tattooed the design to mark their devotion to the law. It made her girlish face look fierce and distinguished, and I had it between my legs as soon as I could. For a week, Furia was content with having no other tattoos, leaving her body completely bare. That was, until Certiok and her got drunk one afternoon, and Furia stumbled back with the Terdini fertility symbol tattooed over her magnificent cock. Us hybrids healed fast, so the flesh was already renewed by the time I tested the taste of her newly-decorated organ.
As for me, I still hadn’t gotten my first tattoo. I guess I was just more ***********ive with what I put on my body than the rest. I was definitely more ***********ive than Brianna.
“See?” She laughed, her robe hiked up to her hips, her hands spreading her cheeks.
“Wow.” I said flatly. It was both my reaction, and what Brianna now had tattooed over her asshole, the ‘o’ circumnavigating her rim.
She opened and closed her anus, and I stay my reaction to play with it, and instead grabbed her robe, and shoved it back down. “The ambassador is about to arrive, Brianna. Act normal for at least the first five minutes.”
I watched the Lowland ships approaching the dock. I never trusted King Dreus when I was a Highlander, and I sure as shit didn’t trust him as an Alkandran. When Soraya had seen the trade deal Yavara had signed, she’d spit out her morning coffee. It was, quite simply, robbery. Well, we’d be renegotiating that, as wells as some other things. We’d make sure Prince Mathew Dreus felt the full brunt of Alkandran hospitality. The trade ship docked at the silver mines, and the ramp came down, but no trolls were there to greet them with great mounds of silver. The ambassador’s ship docked by the castle, and the ramp was cast down. A single man walked down it. He was tall, tan and brown-haired, his complexion shining with boyish youth, his features regal and proud. The second-born son of King Albert Dreus.
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