I entered the torture chamber, my boots thudding ominously on the rough stone floor.
My quarry sat shivering and naked inside a large iron cage in the center of the vast, brightly lit, stone room.
The air crackled ominously with the high voltage electricity passing through the cage's rough iron bars.
I surveyed the captive specimen. Her slender body was covered with unseemly, fuzzy dark body hair, while her short-cropped hairstyle gave her face an ugly androgynous appearance.
Her breasts were ample enough though, and I had only been able to notice them once she had been divested of those shapeless bags she called clothing.
She futilely attempted to cover her private parts from my gaze.
"An underground dungeon? Really Commander Xander? I thought that horrible cliché was only true in movies," snarked the prisoner, apparently its circumstances still allowed a degree of brazenness.
I remained silent, and pressed a button on the control unit strapped to my right wrist.
The electricity passing through the cage deactivated, and the cage itself, rose slowly towards the ceiling, freeing my quarry.
The second the cage was clear, she launched herself towards me.
My leather-gloved fist smashed into her cheek, and she was flung to the rough ground, a cry of pain and fresh tears escaped from her as I ground her face into the rough stone floor under my black leather boot.
"Is this how you were raised to treat a lady?" she whimpered under my boot.
"Filthy vermin such as yourself have lost the right to call yourselves women, let alone ladies," I said, unfastening the whip that I wore on the left of my black leather uniform jacket.
I stepped away from her and swung the whip, expertly landing a blow on her back. She screamed in agony as the whip bit into her soft flesh, leaving an angry red welt.
"This is the consequence of your harmful hubris, vindictive methods of gaining favor, and your misguided ideology," I said, as I continued to land welt after welt on the prisoner.
She screamed and scrambled around the torture chamber in a futile attempt to evade my whip.
"In my eyes, you are no longer a woman. You are nothing but a scheming abomination that warrants no mercy," I snarled, whipping her with more force.
Her screaming subsided, and she collapsed into a whimpering, quivering heap at my booted feet.
I seized her by the neck, my black leather gloved hand easily closing around it, and hauled her to her feet.
"Hurts, doesn't it?
I thought it fitting for you to actually experience the vile acts you accused me of" I said softly, looking into her wide, fearful black eyes that still held a glimmer of defiance.
She tried to spit in my face, but my hand closed tighter around her neck, sapping her of what little strength she still had.
I dragged her towards the far end of the torture chamber, the rough stone wall slid to the side with a gravelly sound, revealing a stark, white tiled room.
Mercilessly flinging her into the center of the room, I proceeded to unhook a large water jet.
"Time for a bath. You don't deserve the cliché of being washed in scented waters by submissive maids," I snarled, releasing a torrent of high pressure hot water onto her quivering body.
A fresh howl escaped her lips as the water pounded her welted and bruised body.
I meticulously guided the water jet, making sure she was thoroughly drenched.
I pressed another control on my wrist unit, and green herbal soap was squirted onto her from nozzles mounted on the ceiling.
"Lather yourself, or the next jet will be even more unpleasant," I commanded.
She trembled as she slowly worked the soap covering her into a lather, under my watchful gaze, making sure the soap suds covered every part of her body, and worked itself into her short-cropped black hair.
"Good. Now brace yourself," I said, and unleashed the water jet to rinse the soap off her.
Finally, I blasted a jet of warm, dry air onto her to dry her off.
Once she was completely dry, I threw her onto the floor again.
I placed my boot firmly on her neck, relishing her expression of terror as I slowly increased pressure.
After about a minute of her writhing under my boot, I lifted it off her neck, and she coughed and sputtered.
"Come with me" I commanded, grabbing her arm and hauling her to her feet.
I half-dragged her to the far end of the washing room.
Another concealed door opened to reveal a luxuriously furnished room, with a large bed, decked in soft white sheets, a rosewood vanity, and a rosewood closet.
She screamed in terror as I tossed her onto the bed, where she curled into a quivering ball.
"Don't flatter yourself! I have no intention of sullying my body with the likes of you!
Enjoy your new accommodations!" I spat, and left the cell through another hidden door.
I walked through the expansive underground labyrinth of narrow corridors connecting the dungeons and torture chambers to the main fortress complex.
The heavy reinforced door separating the labyrinth from the main fortress opened, and I stepped into the throne room, the door closing behind me with a heavy boom.
I ascended the steps and sat regally on the plush leather-covered throne, at the flick of a switch, a keyboard and monitor popped out of the throne's left arm, and I started to go over the damage reports and the results of the successful suppression of the ineffectual rebellion that piece of filth had incited.
A futile response to my new reforms that declared women property of either a man or the state.
Most of the female population of Zeigfort, had willingly placed themselves under the authority and protection of either their husbands, or their closest male kin, but there were still some who subscribed to the ridiculous notion that they didn't need a man.
The less enthusiastic rebels had immediately capitulated and dispersed when my riot squad leader had issued his warning, the more foolish and violent elements were tranquilized and carted off to the torture chambers for a richly deserved flogging, with the ring-leader being reserved for my personal attention.
I looked up from the monitor at the sound of clicking heels on the polished black marble floor.
Nina Hart, my personal attendant had arrived.
Her toned, yet soft and supple body, was encased in her glistening black leather blazer, black leather pencil skirt and black leather thigh high boots with stiletto high heels.
Her immaculate makeup: consisting of glossy black lipstick, black eyeliner and glittering black eyeshadow, perfectly complimented her pale, flawless skin and luscious long, black hair.
Disciplined and professional, yet sensual and alluring. She sank to one knee with her head bowed at the foot of the throne, her left arm over her chest.
"You may approach Nina" I commanded, and she rose and took her customary place on a plush cushion at the right foot of the throne.
"Well? What do you think? Is that vermin amiable to conversion or do we slowly torture it to death?" I asked her as I stroked her soft, luscious hair.
Nina sighed in pleasure as she settled her head onto my lap
"Even a slow, agonizing death would be far too merciful, Master.
That filth not only slandered your name, but mine as well.
And after its faction was defeated, it continued to incite rebellion.
Its resilience is admirable, but misplaced. I recommend we tame it" she said demurely, snuggling her head on my lap.
"Well, I entrust its taming to you." I said, and Nina shuddered with delight at my words.
"I will not fail you Master." she said fervently.
"Good girl" I whispered in her ear, eliciting another shudder of pleasure from her. She unzipped my pants, and freed my cock, taking it into her warm and willing mouth.
I sighed in pleasure as Nina sucked eagerly on my cock, waking it up into a throbbing erection.
"Aaah!" I groaned, as she coaxed the foreskin back, and flicked her tongue over the sensitive tip.
As I felt my climax approaching, I seized her head, and forced her down on my cock.
With another groan, I ejaculated, forcing my seed deep into her warm throat.
She pulled herself off my spent cock, gasping for air.
"Thank you for your seed, sir," she purred, licking her lips.
"Clean me up," I commanded.
She pulled a tissue from her skirt pocket, and gently wiped my cock, before zipping my pants back.
"Now get on my lap. I'm not done with you," I growled, and she happily scampered onto my lap.
I captured her lips in a passionate kiss, and felt her melt into my embrace.
I slowly unbuttoned her blazer, and then loosened her corset, freeing her breasts.
"Aaah! Master!" she cried out, as I bit down hard on her left nipple, savoring the salty taste of her flesh.
She gasped and panted, as I alternated between nibbling and pinching her nipples.
"Let's take this to my private chambers," I said, picking her up and carrying her to the far end of the throne room.
A concealed door slid open to reveal my private bed chambers, decked in black leather, red satin and fine rosewood.
Nina yelped as I tossed her onto the bed.
I peeled off my uniform, and pounced on top of her, my hard cock slamming into her tight and waiting pussy.
Pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, I used the other to roughly slap her breasts, all the while pounding into her.
"Aaah! Yes! Master! Mark me! I'm yours!" she cried out, her hips trembling and bucking against me.
Her words lost coherence and became cute-sounding squeals and mewls as her pleasure built.
She howled in pleasure as her climax hit, making her body writhe under me.
A few seconds later, my own pleasure took hold, and I climaxed inside her.
I pulled out, and lay beside her, both of our bodies glistening with the sweat from our lovemaking.
After a few minutes, I recovered my strength, but Nina had drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
"Sleep well my pet, you have a prisoner to handle tomorrow," I whispered, drawing the blanket over her, before slipping out of the bed, and changing back into my uniform.