INTRODUCTORY MATTER

The year is 2525. All of the United States is now stateless, where all have been combined into one big landmass. Canada no longer exists and is made part of the U.S. It extends down into Mexico about halfway. The United States has elected its first woman President and is presided by a Council Of Ministers who also happen to answer to the World Council based in Geneva, Switzerland. Criminal punishment has also evolved, whereas executions are now mandatory for all felony crimes and lesser crimes are beatings and imprisonment.

Our story begins in the Council Chamber where a meeting is taking place. The story is told by the Minister of Internal Security, Minister Brandon Weslo Haldren.

THE CHAMBER OF MINISTERS, WASHINGTON

It had been a long, legislative day. The whole Council was there, including Madame President Stephanie McMagron Chadonay. Madame President Stephanie was elected on a landslide due to her honest actions and earned herself the distinction of being the only honest politician in world history. Anyways, we were deliberating on the use of certain television events and the debate was very intense. “I do not see why we can’t do this properly!” Minister of Communications and Television, Soukatamar Konslin argued.

Madame President Stephanie looked out at him through her beautiful brown eyes. The type of eyes any man in his right mind would stare at for hours on end. Even starve to death if necessary. “Minister Konslin!” She began, “Just because my father owned the largest pro wrestling conglomerate in the world does not mean we are going to take advantage of it by having a ‘Peace Treaty Match’! It’s ludicrous! I do not want you to entertain any more of it ever!” Her decision was final.

We discussed some more items when one of my aides came into the chamber looking very flushed. Minister for Intelligence Katoumi Vesage looked up from his papers. “Why is he in here, Madame President! This meeting was supposed to be closed!” He boomed. Madame Stephanie looked across the room ruefully. “You will remain silent this instant!” She bellowed. The room was deafeningly quiet. The aide looked at Madame President in absolute fear. “Continue with your business.” She stated simply and quietly. The aide turned to me and handed me a small piece of paper. On it was a message saying that one of our most classified documents had been taken. Called an Intelligence Impact Statement, it was used as an approval or disapproval of any intelligence collection operation and the impact it might have on any treaties or alliances with our friendly allies. Its security was most paramount.

Madame Stephanie looked at the agenda. “Since there is no other business before this council---”

She was interrupted by the Justice Minister, Mograv Kannahan, “Madame President, there is one last item. A judgment.”

She looked down a bit at the agenda. “Ah yes! Here it is. Bring her in.” A short, unseemly, plain woman was escorted into the Council Chamber. “Bring the implements!” Madame President Stephanie commanded.

A tray containing many odd implements was wheeled into the chamber, including what looked like a small generator. The woman looked at the implements and seemed unimpressed. “Miss Sherry Clanahan O’Shaughnessy. You are brought before this closed session of the Council of Ministers on a charge of embezzling 750,000 credits from the World Treasury. We know you pleaded not guilty before the World Court. However, new evidence shows you have perjured yourself before that court. Therefore, we are authorized and commanded to make an investigation to determine the extent of that perjury. You will answer truthfully and to your complete knowledge. Failure to do so will result in the implements being used. Get the video camera ready. I want a tape of this.” I looked at her briefly. Her very beautiful oval face was absolutely beaming. I wondered what she had in mind.

The camera was set up. “Now, disrobe her completely.” She commanded. She was completely and utterly stripped naked. All the ministers’ eyes became as big as saucers. I gulped as she indeed had a perfect body with a pussy nice and untrimmed. I turned to glance at the Madame President, and I noticed her pink little tongue caressing her upper lip slowly. She snapped out of it, turned, and glared at me only briefly. “Did you embezzle the money?” She asked.

The woman stood there quietly. No answer. “Attach the electrodes to their proper places!” She commanded. The assistants applied electrodes to her breasts, buttocks, and pussy lips. She remained silent.

“I will repeat the question. Did you in fact embezzle the money?” The woman, knowing the electrodes were in place, spoke finally. “No, ma’am. The Terrorist Group Grandalar did it.” Silence again.

Madame President Stephanie’s eyes squinted as she glared at the woman.

“Evidence indicates otherwise. Gentlemen, activate the electrodes.” They were snapped on, and electricity shot through them, wracking the woman’s body with complete and utter pain. She screamed deafeningly, and it echoed all about the chamber. Madame President Stephanie seemed to be a little aroused by it as I saw her shuffle in her chair slightly.

The electrodes went off. “Don’t get glib with me, woman.” The President said. She turned and looked directly at me. In her kindest, softest voice, she asked me to pull out the evidence file we had. I pulled out a thick folder from my briefcase and passed it to her. A smile actually crossed her face as I handed it to her.

She cocked her head, caressed my hand, and said a pleasant thank you. The woman’s eyes went wide, and she shrieked. “This is all a setup! The stupid bitch gets her diseased cunt filled with his fucking cock!”

Madame President Stephanie’s face changed expression extremely quickly. “Under the provisions of the Global Law, I do hereby proclaim that the generator be set to 100 and the amplifier set to 100%! No one will make such accusations in my Council Chamber! Now shock the stupid bitch!” She screamed.

The generator was properly set and activated. The President was just squirming and grinning sharply as the woman was in extreme pain as the electricity slammed into her body. Then the meeting was over.

IN THE OUTER HALLWAY OUTSIDE OF THE COUNCIL CHAMBER

I exited and spotted another of my aides. I signaled him to come over. “Do we have a suspect in the theft of the IIS?” I asked him.

He handed me a picture of a blond 18-year-old girl. “This is the one. She snuck into our secured facility due to her connections with one of the installation commanders. We caught her about 20 minutes ago in one of the old abandoned Federal Office Buildings.”

I thought for a moment. “Make sure she is prepared for transfer.” I told him, and he left. At that instant, Madame President Stephanie walked into the outer hall.

My heart skipped a beat. You see, she was the hottest babe ever in this Universe. Her figure was perfect. She had the most beautiful breasts ever. They were a handful, but all natural. No silicone like all the others. She also had the most perfect ass ever. Especially when dressed in her usual short black leather skirt and her boob-enhancing top. Her bountiful brown hair was bundled up, which I didn’t prefer, but still made her look sexy. And yes, the full lips. Mmmm. She was a knockout! My huge dick was slowly stirring from its deep slumber. I wanted her, and I wanted her bad.

She walked down the corridor as the Council Guards were bringing up the suspect. My heart leaped. She was even more stunning than before! Her face was exquisite, just like a fifteen-year-old babe. Her chest was amply developed, boobs not quite as big as Steph’s, but developed enough. My pecker was now massively fucking rock hard. And I wanted it buried deep into her little furry hole and to fuck her mercilessly all night long. “Let’s get her to the Area immediately.” I said. She was escorted down a long, dimly lit hall.

JUST OUTSIDE THE INTERROGATION ROOM

She was led down another hall, and onto an elegant crushed-rock path surrounded by fragrant flowers, chirping birds, and an elegant blue sky, which seemed to rotate. “Where am I being led?” She asked. “Oh, we are going to ask you a few questions, nothing more, nothing less.” I lied. She seemed to be at ease as the sounds of the area caressed her mind. It was meant to be this way. Usually, the shock of seeing the interior of the Interrogation Room after this eeks out a confession quicker than light speed. But this time, I wanted her badly. Very badly.

We walked past the area and stopped for a moment. Just then, Madame President’s security team of the Secret Service approached. They both seemingly glared at me for a moment, then made like they were reaching for their weapons. The girl whirled around as they left. “What was that all about?” She asked rather innocently. “Nothing. They are just on edge. Now keep moving.” I walked forward and nudged her on the ass, intentionally. Her ass was perfect. She then walked forward.

IN THE INTERROGATION ROOM

I unlocked and unbarred the door and opened it. “Inside,” I commanded. She walked inside and gasped. It was a fully functional dungeon complete with all sorts of neat little BDSM implements. “Now, you are going to strip completely naked or else I will rip them off. No complaints, comply or be stripped.” She looked at me for a moment. She contemplated running. I saw it in her face. “Do not think of running. Strip or be stripped.” I walked behind her. “Very well,” I said and grabbed and forced her to the ground. I ripped off her shirt and cut off her bra. She started to fight me, so I tied her hands behind her back and forced her pants and her panties down. “Now you are stripped, little bitch,” I told her.

I forced her to stand up and walk over to a rather interesting machine. “Lie down on your back with your hands outstretched,” I commanded. She complied and now she was tied pretty much spread-eagled on the machine. I walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a bag of special clothespins. “OK, little bitch,” I said, walking to her, “let’s see how long you can last.” I took out a clothespin and held it to her face. “Since you are nothing but a little cockteasing, pussyeating, mother’s pussy licking cuntface, you will have the honor of feeling massive amounts of pain. And I don’t give a fuck if you yell, bitch. I might also just fuck you hard,” I said. She looked at me, eyes wide.

I leaned in closely and licked her left nipple. “NO!

STOP IT, YOU ASSHOLE! RAPE! RAPE!” She screamed into my ear. I shot up straight and grabbed her by the hair and jerked hard, seemingly trying to pull the hair out by the roots. She wailed long and hard as I did this. I then smacked her in the forehead with the heel of my hand. I then tightly and painfully gagged her, then applied two clothespins to each nipple. I then tied two strings to the clothespins and fed the string through two pulleys on the sides of the machine.

Once done, I looked at her cunt. Ahh. It was really nice and furry, like the shocked woman’s, but seemed fresh and untouched. Taking the two strings in my hand, I lowered my face down to it, just touching my nose to her puss hairs. Her female scent was exquisite! I then let my tongue do some exploring, snaking around her puss hairs for a while. I heard her give muffled screams so I tugged on the string, pulling it taut.

She was really letting out the screams now as her face went red and tears were streaming down her face. I then slipped a finger inside and explored her delicious wet pussy while listening to her shriek and cry under the gag. I then explored her snatch with my tongue. Finished, mouth glistening with her juices, I put four clothespins down there. Two on her outer lips and two on her inner lips. The same amount of string was put on and run through two more pulleys. Now she was fully pinned so to speak.

I then switched the machine on and lifted her up and turned her over, the bottom opening to reveal a steel mesh below. “This mesh will cut through your skin if I do not get a confession out of you.” I told her. I lowered her down to where her ass was about level.

As I walked over to kiss and spank it, I barely heard the door slam. “WHAT THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU DOING, ASSHOLE?” boomed across the room. I involuntarily jerked, bringing both strings taut unintentionally, causing extreme pain for the girl. I slowly looked over my shoulder. There she was, decked out in leathers, without her skirt and without panties. Madame President Stephanie. She also had on a garter belt and stockings, which she knew I hated. I froze there immediately with the string still taut.

She walked over to where I was. “DROP THE FUCKING STRING, NOW SLAVE!” She bellowed. I let go of it immediately. Before I could react, she nailed me in the forehead with her studded leather fist. I staggered backwards. “PAY PROPER HOMAGE YOU SLIME BALL! YOU ALWAYS WORTH NOTHING!” She bellowed again.

I got down on my knees and kissed her shoes. Before I even thought of asking her something, she immediately kicked me in the forehead.

“Now stand,” she said, quieter, but still menacingly. I stood up. She then nailed me in the ribs. “What you are doing is absolutely illegal, slave!” she said, her eyes burning into me. “Stand next to me, and you can watch. Don’t you dare move or touch me or her!” she growled.

She activated the machine and rolled her back over, then lowered it to where the girl’s face was even with her pussy. She then walked a bit forward, spread her legs, and raised it up slightly until the girl’s face was one inch from it. “See this little bitch? This is prime Presidential Pussy. The best in Washington. And I can make you eat this Presidential Pussy if I so damn wanted. I would also make you clean my Presidential Asshole with your tongue if I wanted to. Now, where is the IIS?” she asked.

Silence.

She removed the gag, then she felt a small tongue touch her pussy. “DID I ASK YOU TO TOUCH MY PUSSY WITH YOUR TONGUE, CUNTFACE? DID I TELL YOU TO LICK MY PRESIDENTIAL PUSSY?” she bellowed and jerked hard on the string. The girl let out a deafening high-pitched shriek. “Mistress,” I asked, “how about fishhooks in tit meat?” She let go of the string and whirled on me. “WHAT?” she bellowed and knocked me down hard with a left hook.

She then went and grabbed a riding crop. She then took it and brought it hard down across my leg, causing it to strike violently. I shrieked at the pain. “Get those stupid pants off of your worthless body, NOW!” She barked. Broke the speed record getting them down. “Now, stand up and come back over to her. NOW.” I obediently followed. “Now look here,” she said, standing somewhat behind me, “you see this little mark on the inside of his thigh? He’s been branded. He’s mine, body and soul. Total surrender. He is not he any longer. Just wanted to let you know, bitch.” She then struck her in the face with the crop. Just as I was about to say something, she whirled on me again. “Where in the hell do you think you are going, scumbag?” She proclaimed. “Get out of that stupid uniform and present your worthless, useless, stupid waste of human flesh body to me. NOW!” She commanded, shaking the crop to emphasize.