Verdict is in...

Looking down at the shivering dirt and grim-covered naked form of Olga in chains sitting below me in the throne room of the Dark Tower. Her looking up at me with a mixture of awe and terror knowing the trial for her life is starting. Rubbing the stubble on my face after having gone through all the memories of Olga's long life from watching her mother captured; used then killed by a group of human bandits hundreds of years ago. Her most recent memories of the manga Kuroinu and most importantly her fate if I had not shown up.

Thinking over my options I see her mouth move as to speak before she can utter a syllable I call on some of my magic projecting it out directly onto her to keep quiet. She received the message swallowing back the plea on the tip of her tongue.

"Olga Discordia dethroned Queen of Daran. I have thought long and hard about the best way to punish you. For your short-sightedness and need for revenge, you almost whipped out all of the very people you were to protect. The uncountable amount of lives you have destroyed. First I proclaim you a fool." Letting the words sink in as she glared at me still unable to speak "if you were going to kill off all humans it would have been easier than you think. A dead noble here, a batch of burned crops here. But no... you decided to lend power to the lowest of the low in this world. Is it a wonder you and your people are at the number you are now? Or is it a wonder the fate that you almost brought upon your people? The very ones you 'protected'."

Glaring down at her slumped form as she is reliving every mistake she ever made. Easily done with a little nudge here and there forcing her mind to wander onto how stupid she was. Like really you have a fucking library with spells to make plagues, create incest's that target crops or even curses that you can unleased upon the very slavers she so despised. None of that matters now but still Olga was a fool. A sexy one but one nonetheless.

"That is why I found a fit punishment. For seven hundred years you were a Queen of a failed kingdom. For however long it takes I shall call upon the souls you ruined both the humans, Halflings, High and Dark elves among those people. You shall live their lives through their eyes while you dream. Their ups and downs shall be yours. All this could have been avoided if you left your pride behind or pulled your head out of your ass. Until I declare you fit I will seal your Magic which you were so proud of. Hopefully, your eyes shall open to the transgressions you have made. Besides that, you have two options."

Her eyes drilled into me for a few seconds. She is stubborn. "You can either stay in the dungeon until I deem you fit to be amongst the common people to live out your days. The other is to work out your days as a maid in my travels. The choice is yours." Not dumb bitch.

The commoners would eat her alive maybe literally. She has no skills without her magic in this world Might makes right and I am the strongest being she has ever seen. I see her mind breaking down survival waring with her pride. Survival means submission to her, but not that I wouldn't bend her over this throne going to town on that virgin snatch. A little nudge showing her hovels that 'commoners' live in. Even though living in this place is not as bad. Not many are homeless since they all die quickly.

"Yes" Looking down at the tired form of Olga "Yes what?" she gritted her teeth before letting out a sigh getting on one knee and showing her impressive breasts jiggling in an almost hypnotic fashion. Eyes lowed to the floor in total submission appearing outwardly. But Inward I see her plotting and planning. "I would work for you on your travels, King jack. Should you have me?" her voice trailing off at the end.

Nodding my head "Rest up, No one has cleaned this castle in a long while and you are my only maid as of now. So first light dress in the provided uniform. I would like this place immaculate in a few weeks." Waiting to see if she will let her anger show or not. She fights it down before nodding "Yes, King Jake."

"Well go rest for tonight, work starts tomorrow." Watching her leave I rub my eyes dam kingly shit sucks. Looking down at the request for an audience I see two last names after speaking with the Olga trial. One Grace Campbell listed as a Dark elf reason for the visit to take a loan to buy some land here. Seeing as she is not an ex-slave she gets minimal help from me. There is one more slotted at the same time Anna Florence a High elf asking for a partnership with Grace. Sending a nudge to the Titan at the door.

After a few seconds, I hear the door open followed by two sets of footsteps. Looking up from my paperwork I look over the High elf first Blonde silky shoulder-length hair, deep blue eyes, pale flawless skin, leather thigh-high boots, a green skirt, and a white button-up shirt that looks like it is going to fail anytime soon. No ring though, not even a tan line of one.

Taking a peak into her mind I see her early childhood with her parents, her marriage, the death of her husband from a form of pox years ago, and the harassment of the Black dog Morgan. The furthest he has gotten was exposing himself to her, and trying to abduct her.

But she got away and barricaded herself in her friend Grace's bar. Then he set the bar on fire with his goons trying to smoke the out. I can feel the raw terror and helplessness she felt. The resignation to spare her friend by giving herself up to give her friend a chance to escape. At least until they heard fighting. After they left through the back thinking it was an Orc raid. Not before running into my Skeletons. Where they waited to be killed or worse. Brought back here after losing everything.

Remembering her character she should be married and in some no-name village, until she caught the eyes of some higher up in the Black dogs. She gets forced into having sex with all of them so they don't kill her human husband. Her husband was killed the night she was captured though. It took a while, but eventually, she broke turning into what every sexually assaulted girl on this planet turned into.

After giving her a final once over I look to her longtime friend Grace Campbell

Looking to her left I see the Dark Elf Grace Campbell strutting beside her Black waist length hair free falling tucked behind her ears, bright purple eyes, milky chocolate skin, a purple top that only covered half her breast with the rest hanging out on either side and a purple/black skirt going down to her ankles. She also doesn't have a ring.

Doing the same as Anna I go through her memories turns out Morgan has been chasing after her for a while now. The details of her husband's death matched up with the time at which Morgan started sniffing around. Until he grew tired and used her friend Anna hoping to scare Grace into submission. Instead, she called him and he followed through. She feels guilty about her friend and ashamed of herself thinking she should have submitted.

Hmm, both are desperate and weak hoping I can help them. Stopping in front of me they spot the dirt stain on the carpet. "Don't worry about that just finished a trial." Both keep their eyes on my boots judging from their minds they had a plan to come here hoping to gain my protection. "Greetings King Jake, My name is Grace Campbell, and my companion is Anna Florence." Speaking quickly and she bowed a bit showing off the good.

"Yes in my report here it says Anna Florence: Age 320, Job: Tavern wench? Marriage status: Widow, the reason for the visit is to secure a loan for your friend Grace Campbell. Hoping to open a bar together even though we have less than fifty occupants here. Grace Campbell Age:300, Job: Tavern Owner, Marriage status: Widow, the reason for your visit is the same as Anna."

Looking up from the blank piece of paper staring into their eyes for a few seconds keeping my face blank. "What is the real reason for your visit? It says here you were known to be in communication with the Black Dogs, specifically one Morgan. Care to explain that." Sitting back on my throne putting pressure on the watching them both panic. Blue and purple widen and moisten recalling memories of the 'time' with Morgan. It was amusing me am I a sadist? probably. Grace recovered from her shock faster than Anna who is having flashbacks to her almost getting burned to death.

She bowed lower almost parallel to the floor side boob almost spilling soft flesh out of her thin cotton shirt giving me a flash of light pink nipples, she took a deep breath "Your Grace, We did know a Morgan from the black dogs, but he was not a friend or ally for ours." Anna is nodding her head vigorously. For such long lives, they act like a fresh college grad looking for a job, which comes with long life I guess. "he almost assaulted me and my friend. I.. If not for you knights we..w...we would have" raising my hand to stop her from having a panic attack.

"Then there is the opening of a bar here? Why would we need that food, drink, and other comforts are already in common supply? On top of that there are less than Fifty souls in this here castle, most of which are still pulling their minds back together from the years of abuse, sexual assault, and trauma they have endured. So they will not be given drinks to numb the pain. They shall endure or perish."

Plus fixing broken minds will take years of careful nudges doing so will a while like working a Rubik's cube on adjustment at a time. Unlike a Rubik's cube, it is like doing a Pentamix cube naked in an ice bath. Baring down a minuscule amount of mana onto them I watch the shudder with their cheeks dusting a darker shade.

"You have five seconds before this meeting is over. You came here under pretenses. While also having been 'Close' to a Black dog. So out with it. Now!" my voice came out a little more harsh than meaning to. Then again this is like the middle ages people were a lot worse than what I am doing. Feeling graces mind picturing dirtier and dirtier thoughts as she rubbed her thighs together. Pushing a little into her mind forcing it over the edge of the awaiting wall of pleasure she is fighting down.

"We want to work under you." Grace squeaked out as her legs began to shake riding an orgasm. I mean it has been fifty years since she got some but dam. "No to work within us...NO to work out on us." She slurred out a jumble of words after that. Anna still looking at the ground "We would like to work for you, Sir." She breathed out quietly as a whisper while palming her face in embarrassment and a little jealousy.

"Well, I will give you each a few months of being maids here trying and seeing if you would like to stay one." Nodding my head calling in a skeleton. "Follow him to your room. As trainees, you share a room." Watching them go was just as good as watching them cum... I am going to enjoy them.

A/N: Hope you liked the chapter Mother did good in her surgery been holed up in bed all day though. So Grace and Anna are from Kuroinu Gaiden. The town where they were from was never mentioned and I cannot find the name.

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