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 gonna 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 on 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 perjure. 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 caress 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. Specially 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 gonna 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 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.

I was now completely naked. My huge cock was now erect, and she saw it. "Well! Looks like my hung little Internal Security Minister has a little hard on!" She said, grinning evilly. She then did something, which I never thought would happen. She brought down the riding crop hard right on the shaft of my pecker! I screamed bloody murder and dropped to my knees. "You know what, worthless chattel? Guess who I spoke with today?" She asked, kicking me hard in the ribs. "Why the one you like to call Code Name: KRAKEN."

The pain slowly subsiding, I barely got a more comfortable position when she nailed me again in the ribs. Yes, the one with the second code name The Mistress. She told me all you hated, all you cannot stand. Like me wearing hose. You hate that, don't you little loser? Hate the fact that Presidential Leg is all covered in hose." She nails me in the ribs again and continues. "I also know how you hate being cropped in the dick when that worthless thing is hard. And another thing you hate too..." She rolls me over then starts to caress my cock slowly, letting it get hard. Then, without warning, she slams her fist right onto the head! My body is wracked with pain and I try hard not to scream out. She then forces me to stand up.

She walks me over to another part of the room and has me put my hands behind my head. "I know something else you hate as I alluded to earlier. Since you a worthless piece of chattel, not worth anything to anybody in the world but a place it pisses and shits on, I am going to do this. And I don't care what you think. Never have never will. Asshole."

She walked over and grabbed a whip from the rack. I hate whips. I don't like them and I never wanted to get whipped. But we are dealing with the President here and she'll do whatever she wants. She unfurls the whip and cracks it once. "You did something illegal! You fucker! You could have been fired, or executed! Since your passion for sweet pussy has made you even more of a scum than you already are, I assume that you are nothing more than a simple whipping boy. Someone to practice whipping on."

I didn't even hear it the first time, only felt it. The whip cracked me very sharply across the back, leaving a whelp and causing intense pain. I gritted my teeth and tried hard to suppress it. I then heard it more clearly this time. It sailed through the air and cracked. The pain was a lot sharper this time. I couldn't help it. I screamed out.

The girl finally spoke up. "STOP IT! STOP IT PLEASE! I CONFESS! THE DOCUMENT IS IN MY APARTMENT! JUST PLEASE STOP THE MADNESS!" She shrieked.

Deafening silence fell across the room. Stephanie whirled around to face her. She walked over with a purpose and jerked hard on the string. She shrieked even louder than usual. Then, Stephanie removed the clothespins and positioned her properly. "You worthless little cunt. You interrupted me." She simply stated and whirled the whip up and cracked it, her aim hitting her right in the sore left nipple with a loud snap.

We both had to hold our ears as she let out an ear- piercing scream. She furiously gagged her tightly. She then whirled the whip in the air and brought it down sharply on her other nipple with a loud crack. Her scream was about the same pitch, but muffled by the gag. She then looked at her furry pussy. She whirled the whip up, and much to my amazement, brought it down with a vengeance and struck her right in the pussy with a very loud snap. Her whole body shook violently as the pain wracked her very being. Tears were flowing now constantly. I then merely said ouch.

What came next cannot really be described, since it was so fast and so sudden. I do remember that the hellfire raged in her eyes and she was not going to let up. But when she was done, I was basically striped from head to toe. She did avoid the face though, but she considered it as it would seem apparently. She did lean into it, and was extremely determined. After she was finished, my entire being was wracked with pain.

I don't think there was a nerve ending in my whole body that was transmitting pain signals to the brain. And she was not finished. Not by a long shot. She immediately went to the cabinet and pulled out two paddles. She walked back over to me and laid one of them down. Without warning, she laid into my already striped and bleeding body with the paddle, cracking it hard on my flesh and causing pain so exquisite, so extreme, that I was about to black out because of it.

She took the paddle all over my striped body. No place was unopposed by it. If there was a lash, it got popped. But, she sensed I was about to black out and stopped. She let me lie there on the floor to somehow rest. As the pain slowly and finally subsided and I was able to regain my senses somewhat, what I saw her do next is completely burned into my mind. She picked up the second paddle, which had been overlaid with pyramid-shaped studs.

"You know," she said, grinning evilly, "This is also what Kraken told me you hated also. No, not hated, but feared. She told me that you despise it. Well, you are nothing to me. I don't care what you like and don't like. You are not you. So, guess what? ASSUME THE POSITION, ASSHOLE!" She bellowed across the room.

I did my best of arching my striped ass in the air, knowing what was to come next. At this point, tears were flowing openly. the pain was getting to me. But, I also sensed she was going all the way to the wall. I then heard her charge forward very rapidly, and then it happened. THWACK! She swung at it with all her might. The pain was extremely intense. I let out a wail that possibly could be heard from space. The next thing I remember, I am at the opposite side of the room, laying down screaming and crying intensely.

Stephanie stood there for a moment, looking at the paddle and then down the room at me, hunched down on the floor, screaming and crying. She walked down to me carrying a thing of salt and some rubbing alcohol and cotton padding. She looked at my sore butt and laughed. A very evil determined laugh. "P...please no more." I said shakily between sobs. "Mistress! Please. No more. I may be nothing, a simple piece of chattel, but no more. Please I beg you mistress!" I then rolled over and wailed some more.

She stood up, grinning again. "Stay there until the pain subsides. When we are finished, you will be attended to. Just lie there. When the pain subsides enough, come back to the other end of the room." She said and walked back over.

The pain had subsided enough for me to move. I still hurt, mind you, but it became bearable. I slowly made it back down to where she was. "Now, start your interrogation." she said simply.

I didn't know how I was gonna manage it, but with her and that salt, I had no choice. She looked at me pleadingly. I was completely naked and striped, looking somewhat like a zebra. My body ached and my lashes hurt. Stephanie took a step forward.

"All right, Penelope. What did you do with the document that you took from the facility?" I asked.

Stephanie stepped back, grinning sharply, "IT'S IN MY APARTMENT IN MY SAFE! COMBO IS 21A29B67C11D!" She immediately confessed. "Did I tell you to--"

I was immediately cut off by Stephanie grabbing my arm. The pain was sharp. "Let her be now. She confessed. You need now to do the honorable thing. And I know you're in pain, but it needs to be done." She said. I looked down at my now hard cock. She needed a good fucking.

Penelope was removed from the machine and made to lie down on her stomach and arch her ass. "You will not do her pussy, that is for me. You will slam that cock into her ass. I mean ram it in deep and fuck her good there. Then I will jam her with one of my special dildos. Then I will allow to jam it in her mouth and cum in it. After that, she gets me off. Not you. Understand, slave?" She asked, looking intently at me.

"I understand." I said slowly.

She handed me a jar of Anal Lube and told me to get her ready. I then proceeded to grease her ass up, moving my finger all around making sure her hole was nice and completely ready for the attack. Then, I got my cock all greased up. My cock was nearly a foot long and about 2- inches wide. I placed it at the entrance of her little asshole. Pushing forward, I slipped the head about halfway in. A yelp confirmed I had her. Then, grinning as best I could, I lunged forward, driving it deep in her. She wailed and wailed as I rammed in further.

"STUPID FUCKING BITCH!" I yelled at the top of my lungs and plowed into her, my cock sliding mercilessly up to my balls.

Stephanie grinned in approval, "My, my. You are nailing her good. Ooo!! All the way in up to your balls! Damn! I bet that has got to hurt. How do you like your Presidential Ordered buttfuck?" She asked.

She tried to answer but Stephanie slapped her across the face. "Shut up." She fell silent. I slowly pulled out, but as the head was getting close, I quickly rammed it back in, making her howl with pain.

"Go completely out of her before she starts loving it." She said.

I pulled out then slowly, and with a audible "pop" I was out. Her ass was busted wide open.

I watched Stephanie put on her special strapon. I have seen her use this before on other women who would not confess to me. This was an interesting contraption since the dildo inflates as Stephanie humps her. Really is a sight to see. She walks behind her and positions the cock at the entrance to her hole. "Here we go." She said simply, and began.

The girl's tight cunt became spread open as she thrust into her. The pain of the now inflated cock made her scream wildly. She then started fucking her hard, the cock inflating to different sizes, stretching her pussy and making her again wail in agony. Then, it happened.

She had a massive orgasm. Her body shook violently and she made weird noises as the orgasm flowed through her, meandering and making its course throughout. Her very being was consumed by it. As it subsided, Stephanie took her (or rather forced) her over to a specially constructed bed with a neck rest. She forced her down onto it and placed her neck on the rest where tiny spikes poked her in the back of the neck.

"Now, little Penelope. You are going to make me cum. That's right, you are getting a helping of Presidential Pussy. Consider yourself honored. Not many women get to have Presidential Pussy. Now, I had better cum."

With that, she spread open her lips and lowered her pink hole over her nose and mouth. She then basically sat down which forced the tiny spikes to poke her mercilessly in the back of the neck. Within seconds she was licking away, fighting for air.

It was a sight to see! Madam President Stephanie McMagron Chadonay was getting her Presidential twat licked clean by a traitor! I actually was about to explode without even touching my cock. Then, when Penelope found her clit, and sucked on it a bit, she orgasmed. I have made her orgasm quite a bit in order to get my position, but never seen anything quite like this. Her entire body shook and she let out a piercing, deafening primal scream that could possibly be heard from space. She dumped about a gallon of pussy juice deep into the young girl's throat. She actually asked me to help her off as it had taken a lot out of her! Penelope was about to rise when she ordered her not to.

"Slave, do your thing," she said quietly.

I brought my huge cock up to her lovely face, and pressing down slightly to cause deep discomfort, I manage to get her to lick the sensitive part of my cock. She then stopped licking. Stephanie handed a hammer to me. "Crack her in the head a little to make her open her mouth. Don't nail her hard, just enough to where she allows you a little more entrance." I took the hammer and popped her in the head. She opened her mouth to scream, and I jammed the head of my cock inside. I then felt her tongue attack it again, but it only lasted a short while because the orgasm hit. I swear it felt as if I had merged with the Universe itself. My body seemingly shook violently as the orgasmic pulse slammed into my body, where every fibre of my erotic self was alive to capacity with the orgasmic energy. And my balls emptied themselves and it seemed as if I was shooting gallons upon gallons down her little throat.

Stephanie looked at me with an impressed look on her face as I pulled my cock from her mouth. I had feared the young girl would choke to death, but apparently, she swallowed it all and Penelope seemed fine.

I then turned slowly to Stephanie. "Mistress, she knows too much." I stated simply.

"She goes through the exit." She replied.

Grinning as best I could muster, I untied her and helped her off the bed. "You have confessed, the interrogation is over. Since you immediately confessed, you are allowed to leave. Please walk down to the exit and you will receive a collar to put on your neck. Then enter the exit doors and you will be gone and out." I said.

OUTSIDE THE INTERROGATION ROOM IN THE HALLWAY TOWARDS THE EXIT.

Penelope slowly exited the room, after being given fresh clothes to wear. She walked down the lighted hallway and came before a white door marked simply EXIT. She opened the door cautiously and walked inside. It was pitch black. She walked cautiously to the center of the room and felt what looked like a rope of some kind. A single like came on and she found it to be something like headphones. Figuring that she was going to get an exiting lecture (also compounded by the fact she didn't see the other door yet), she slipped the rope with the headphones on and had to adjust it so the rope was just tight around her neck.

She lowered her hands to her side. At that exact second, the floor opened immediately over a vat of hydrochloric acid. She dropped through and was hanged. Then, silently, a small door opened and what looked like shears slowly extended out and cut her loose. The body fell into the acid and was quickly dissolved. No body, no evidence, no proof. And that was how this whole incident was covered up.

The End