"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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I looked over the progress reports in the throne room with satisfaction. The construction of my new navy, consisting of seven CATOBAR aircraft carriers, fourteen destroyers, fourteen missile cruisers, fourteen frigates and twenty-eight submarines, all powered by liquid metal nuclear reactors, and each submarine armed with eight four-megaton nuclear-tipped long-range ballistic missiles was underway, with my flagship and its 2 cruiser escorts already completed.
My army now had 120 battle tanks powered by liquid metal nuclear reactors that fed closed cycle gas turbine engines, giving them unprecedented range, efficiency and enough power to work their rail-gun cannons, and my troops were all equipped with rail-gun rifles powered by nuclear decay batteries.
My air force now had 500 advanced, supersonic multirole aircraft equipped with turbo-ramjet engines allowing them to achieve sustained flight at Mach 4, and operate at an altitude of 25 km. I also had 500 helicopter gunships outfitted with efficient turbo-shaft engines, and augmented with nuclear decay batteries for powering their rail-gun weapons and electrical systems.
All of these technological marvels had been designed, and masterfully built in-house by my hand-picked teams of scientists, engineers and technicians. A testament to the brilliance and ingenuity of my country, Zeigfort.
On the civilian front, our energy grid was now completely nuclear with hydroelectric and natural gas power plants serving as peaking plants over the nuclear base. Drip irrigation and hydroponic systems have boosted our agricultural output and water efficiency, so we should be able to achieve total food security this harvest.
We were still under severe economic sanctions and an oil embargo, however a substantially large oil deposit had been discovered just within our territorial waters, and drilling operations had already started. For now though, our oil reserves were stretched fairly thin.
As for the populace, they were finally enjoying the improved living conditions afforded by the power grid and agricultural upgrades. Men were rediscovering their suppressed masculinity through compulsory military training and service, and a renewed sense of purpose, working on the various infrastructure and military improvements. Women on the other hand, were either finding fulfillment in supporting their husbands and families, or were being tamed and trained to be proper. The vermin in her cell was a prime example of the latter.
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.