"Report" I commanded, once Nina presented herself in the throne room.
"The vermin is completely incompetent when it comes to presentation in high heels, Master" said Nina, her head bowed before me.
"I see, and its cleanliness and grooming?" I asked, beckoning Nina to her customary place at my feet.
"It seems to be able to perform basic grooming and can apply makeup, Master" reported Nina, snuggling up to me and resting her had on my lap.
"I see. Well, continue the training as you see fit. However, I expect daily progress reports" I said stroking her hair.
"Thank you, Master. I will ensure that the vermin turns into a proper woman" said Nina, shuddering with delight and anticipation.
Nina watched the surveillance feed from the vermin's cell with a mixture of disbelief and scorn.
The feed showed the vermin sitting in the bathtub, meticulously shaving its head.
"This piece of filth's intelligence leaves much to be desired!" thought Nina, as she watched the prisoner leave the bathroom, and wrap itself in a makeshift tunic made from torn bedsheets.
The prisoner picked up its high heel pumps and stood in a defensive posture.
"I'm going to enjoy delivering this chastisement" purred Nina excitedly as she uncoiled her whip, and strode towards the cell door.
She lashed out with her whip the second the cell door slid open, striking the prisoner on its right arm, cleaving out a deep cut.
The prisoner screamed in pain as blood spurted from its upper forearm, and it dropped its shoes.
Without a word, Nina strode into the cell.
"No! No! Please! Mistress! No!" sobbed the prisoner, trying to back away from Nina.
Nina raised her whip again, and brought it down hard on the prisoner's stomach, slicing through the makeshift tunic and breaking the skin.
With a scream of agony, the prisoner collapsed onto the floor, red blood blossoming from the cut on its stomach.
Nina swung her whip again, this time slicing open the skin at the prisoner's shoulder blades.
The prisoner howled in agony as blood gushed from the wound.
Another brutal lash opened a deep gash on the back of the prisoner's thighs, causing it to twitch pathetically, the energy to scream having left it.
Tears, snot, piss and blood mixed together as the prisoner lay on the floor, slipping out of consciousness.
Nina lashed it again, slicing open the skin on its back, calves, and ass, turning the makeshift tunic crimson.
She licked a few droplets of blood from her whip, savoring the metallic taste, before crossing to the vanity and entering an override code.
A drawer slid open to reveal a vibrator, which she plucked from the drawer, and then made herself comfortable on the bed.
She turned on the vibrator and stimulated her pussy, soft sighs of pleasure escaping her.
The smell of blood mixed with the smell of her leather outfit and her arousal, quickly stimulating her and bringing her closer to climax.
"I love breaking vermin to shreds! You're lucky I held myself back from whipping you to death!" she cried out as her orgasm hit.
She lay on the bed for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow.
Finally, she got off the bed, placed the vibrator back, and helped herself to fresh pantyhose from the cell's wardrobe.
She then touched one of large sliver teardrop earrings she wore. "Clean the vermin in cell 717 and transfer it to the torture chamber" she ordered into the earring that doubled as a communicator. With that, she left the cell.
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"Commander Xander, you're so brilliant! Nobody can match your genius and benevolence!" grovelled one of my surveyors, prostrating himself at my feet.
We were at a test oil drilling site, and I was holding a sample flask of thick black crude oil.
"I see. So you agree then, that my survey was correct and yours was not?" I asked, as he nodded vigorously.
"Yes, Commander Xander! Your genius is truly unmatched!" he exclaimed.
I grabbed his head, and shoved the flask into his mouth.
"You passed over this site, saying that it didn't have the correct rock strata for oil, and it had an aquifer instead. Since you surmised that it is water, have a drink!" I snarled, forcing the thick oil down his throat.
He gagged and choked as the thick oil filled his mouth and throat.
Finally, I released him, and he collapsed onto the ground, coughing and spluttering as he tried to expel the oil from his lungs.
"I feel like celebrating with a barbecue. We need some fire," I said, signalling to my guards who dragged one of the freshly filled drums of crude oil towards the sputtering surveyor.
"No! No! Please!" he panted, as they doused him in the thick oil.
"Since you're useless as a surveyor, I'll use you as kindling," I said, lighting a match and tossing it on him.
His scream rent the air as the oil ignited, engulfing his body in bright yellow flames.
I watched with folded arms as his cries died out, and he was reduced to a pile of smoking ash.
"I want this oil refined as soon as possible. And remember, I don't tolerate incompetence," I said, leaving the drill site.
----
I returned to my fortress and strode into the throne room.
"Status report!" I commanded to my inner circle of lieutenants: General Malkovich who commanded the army, Admiral Artemis who commanded the navy and Air Marshall Kaiser who commanded the air force.
Malkovich spoke first.
"The prototype of the new battle tank has passed its trials. We are ramping for mass production. Ground forces have been issued the new in-house weaponry, and our ordinance factory is now just waiting on the fuel pipelines," he reported.
"Good, then we are on track. Artemis, what about the navy?" I asked.
"The ZNS Schlagen is ready for shakedown, along with the ZNS Gunther and ZNS Beowulf. The rest of the fleet is still in various stages of construction, but we should have a full compliment by the end of the year," she said.
"Not good enough, accelerate the production schedules. Use the hydrogenated fuel until our oil production ramps up," I ordered.
"Yes sir," she said.
"Kaiser, your report?" I asked.
"The new fighters and helicopter gunships have completed their trials, production has started on both, with the helicopters on priority," he said.
"Good, what about the rebel bases? Have we got any new intel?" I asked.
"Yes sir, they're holed up in Raleigh national park," said Malkovich.
"Flush them out as soon as we have the gunships armed and ready. I want them exterminated to the last," I ordered.
"Yes sir," said Malkovich and Kaiser.
"Dismissed," I said, and they left.
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The clicking of her heels, announced Nina's arrival. I looked up from my throne monitor and beckoned her to her place at my feet, where she eagerly snuggled up to me.
"Report" I said, stroking her luscious black hair.
"The vermin shaved its head completely, and attempted to assault me with one of its stilettos, Master. Its cell and clothing privileges have been revoked" reported Nina.
"Vermin who have a martyr-victim complex are not known for their rationality. Did you properly chastise it?" I asked.
"It was chastised thoroughly, Master. I was careful not to cause any permanent scarring or injury," replied Nina.
"Good girl. Let's see if the vermin has learned its lesson tomorrow," I said, stroking Nina's hair as she purred happily on my lap.