The prisoner awoke slowly, the familiar walls of cell 717 coming into focus.
"My name is Alexandra Marshall, my mother is Imogen Marshall, rightful Prime Minister of Zeigfort. I stayed behind to lead the rebellion against Commander Xander's forces while my mother escaped to lead the government-in-exile," she whispered to herself.
A calming numbness suffused her being at the fact that she could still cling to those memories and her identity.
She spied the time readout, and with a yelp, sprang out of bed.
After a quick wash, she carefully shaved her body hair, applied makeup and dressed in the black leather corset, pantyhose and stiletto heels in the closet.
As much as she hated the outfit, she was desperate to avoid another whipping from Nina.
The fact that they could just heal her wounds away made her shudder in terror.
"What kind of monster uses such revolutionary healing technology just to inflict more pain?" she thought bitterly.
"Aww, you followed the instructions, and here I was looking forward to beating you into a pulp again," purred Nina, entering the cell.
Alexandra froze in terror at the sight of Nina.
"Present yourself! Hands on your head, feet apart! Chest out, chin up!" ordered Nina, cracking her whip on the floor.
Alexandra shakily complied, trying to keep her breathing steady.
Nina circled her, inspecting her from head to toe.
"Not bad, vermin. Your hair still needs to grow out, but other than that, you're looking presentable," said Nina, tracing a finger along Alexandra's jawline.
Alexandra shuddered at the touch, remembering the brutal whipping she had endured.
"Now, demonstrate your walking in heels," commanded Nina.
Alexandra took a deep breath, and started to walk unsteadily around the cell.
Her ankles wobbled dangerously, but she managed to stay upright.
She took small, careful steps, her calves burning with the effort of balancing in the high heels.
"You seriously never wore heels before this? That's really pathetic, you know. And to think you actually had an adult entertainment profile before you decided to turn rebel! What were those customers thinking?" mocked Nina.
"I was a sex-positive pro-feminist entertainer! I made content for women and queers! Not those filthy men!" thought Alexandra furiously as she walked around the cell.
"Yeah, yeah. I know exactly what kind of content you made. Let's just say that the footage your chastisement sessions are making way more money than your content ever did," said Nina with a cruel smile.
Alexandra felt sick to her stomach at the thought of her humiliation being monetized.
The sharp clip-clop of her heels had started to give her a headache, but she forced herself to keep going.
"Not bad, looks like the old bitch can learn new tricks after all," said Nina, as Alexandra completed yet another circuit around the cell.
Alexandra had been slowly altering her walking path, and she was now just within arm's reach of the whip coiled at Nina's side.
With a burst of speed and strength, she lunged for the whip.
SLAP
Her ears rang, and her vision blurred as Nina swatted her away like a fly.
She fell hard onto the floor.
"I think you need something a little more different from the whip this time," said Nina, sauntering to a wall.
A section of the wall slid open to reveal a long, black cattle prod hanging on a hook.
Nina unhooked the cattle prod and activated it.
A menacing whine filled the room as the prod powered up.
Alexandra had recovered from her tumble, and now frantically tried to scramble away from Nina's approach.
"No! No! Please! Mistress!" she whimpered.
"I have a sneaking suspicion that you secretly like this torture. Let's see what happens when I use this on you," said Nina, shoving the prod into Alexandra's thigh.
Alexandra screamed in agony as the prod's electric current surged through her body, causing her muscles to convulse uncontrollably.
Nina moved the prod to Alexandra's other thigh, causing another scream of agony.
Alexandra's body twitched violently as the electric current coursed through her.
"You know what? Thinking about your little adult entertainment career has kind of pissed me off. Your propaganda and pushing for identity affirmation surgeries really did a number on a lot of young men and women. It's the reason why Commander Xander developed that salve in the first place. To try and undo the damage you vermin did!" spat Nina, jamming the prod into Alexandra's crotch.
Alexandra screamed in agony as the electric current surged through her most sensitive area. Her whole body convulsed violently, and she lost control of her bladder, piss soaking her pantyhose.
Nina pulled the prod away, and Alexandra collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily, sweat pouring down her body.
"Vermin like you is the reason why Zeigfort was in such a mess until Commander Xander took over! You deserve everything you get!" snarled Nina, tossing the prod aside, and uncoiling her whip.
Alexandra was too weak to scramble away, and Nina lashed her repeatedly, slicing open the skin on her back, thighs and arms.
She soon lost consciousness, collapsing into a bloody heap on the floor.
With enormous effort, Nina stopped herself from lashing Alexandra to death.
She took a few deep breaths to calm herself, before she touched her earring communicator.
"Cleanup and salve treatment for the vermin in cell 717," she ordered, and left the cell.
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I was in my throne room, reviewing the latest progress reports.
Fenrir-4 was now fully operational, and the breeding of plutonium and lithium deuteride was proceeding on schedule.
Raleigh-1 was also operating at full capacity, and thanks the word about the new robotic arms I had built spreading like wildfire, the other factories that still used human labor had quickly fallen in line, with the workers eager to avoid being replaced by robots.
Nina entered the throne room, her heels clicking in agitation.
"Need to blow off some steam?" I asked, seeing her agitation.
"Yes, Master. The vermin in cell 717 really tried my restraint today," she replied.
I patted the space beside me on the throne.
She approached and snuggled up to me.
I slid my hand up her thigh, and gently massaged her pussy through her pantyhose.
"Aaah! That feels good, Master," she moaned softly.
I slipped a finger into her wet pussy, and started to finger her gently, my other hand stroking her hair.
She sighed and mewled softly, her hips bucking against my hand.
I continued my ministrations, bringing her closer to climax.
"Master! I'm close!" she gasped.
With a cry of pleasure, she convulsed in orgasmic bliss, her body shuddering against mine.
I held her gently as she recovered.
"Better now, my pet?" I asked.
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," she whispered, shuddering with delight.
I kissed her forehead, and she happily snuggled against me.
"Now don't you worry about what that vermin did in the past. We're in charge now, and we'll make sure Zeigfort is great again," I whispered into her ear.
"Yes, Master. Together, we will make Zeigfort great again," she whispered back, as we sat together in contented silence.