青少年 不 该 调皮

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. “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 indian 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 amateur 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. Looking at herself in the mirror Amy knew Steve would have trouble keeping his hands to himself until the party had finished and grinned wickedly to herself, putting on the maid’s outfit Amy realised how hot she looked and how much of a slut she felt, she could feel her pussy getting hot and damp already and the party hadn’t started! She started to stand from the sofa but tipped to her left and rolled to the floor where she started to giggle again. She couldn't hold them up forever. When I turn towards him he acted like he is watching the TV. You can't ever want to be touched by another man. Daddy can never give you to another man! Only he gets to play with us, with his daughters, with his slut and whore!” Though in the case of the bouquet toss the slave that caught it usually suffered a brutal gang rape during the reception. “To them”, she said and downed what was left of her third drink. The room was dark and quiet, and he could barely make out the sleeping form of his sister, and the most gentle of snoring noises. 'Today?' typed Sarah as she glanced at the clock and saw it was quarter indian to twelve. Emmitt massaged her titties as she continued to swallow his cock. Holly?" I think she’ll be ok in her uniform but she’ll have to wear a pad and let us know if things really start coming. Her natural lube was enough to allow her pussy to easily swallow the head of my dick without amateur much trouble.