Monika Novotny had spoken at the first cabinet meeting of the new government. She had stated her intention quite clearly when creating the Meritka quarry as the toughest penal colony outside of the Russian gulags. In some respects it was harder as the staff all had a personal interest in the punishment of the miscreants that comprised the inmates. Her statement to cabinet was unequivocal.
" I won't settle until every misogynist within the borders of Ausitania trembles at the mention of Meritka. I fully intend for it to strike fear into their black hearts."
It was generally agreed that she had been as good as her word. Certainly articles that had appeared around the world had attested to her ambitions in this direction. Psychological testing for the female guards had been quite rigorous. Each applicant. whether from the prison service already, the police force or from an outside application had been carefully assessed and given a score. Applicants such as Sofija Saltenis gained from their honesty and were subsequently fast tracked for promotion. Her application form where she stated that she would have absolutely no qualms about using the whip, setting a guard dog on a prisoner or ultimately using the little Glock pistol. All these answers added to her score and the tiny blond who habitually dressed in alluring skin tight black leather with the coiled whip in her gloved hands became an iconic sight around the quarry.
Sofija had only just stepped from her morning shower, toweling the drops of water from her superb little naked body. She began dressing for the day's work at the quarry. She slipped an extra pad into the gusset of her bright red panties, aware that her main task of the day was to be the breaking of the prisoner Janacek. Whenever she had participated in one of these ultimate punishments before her juices had flowed so freely that she had ended her shift with the crotch of her black leather jodphurs dripping wet. She laced on her calf length combat boots and headed out into fresh early autumn air of the camp, a spring in her step.. This was the first time that the "ultra" as they were known amongst the guards was to be her responsibility entirely.
At the admin office Sofija picked up the file on Anton Janacek. As she browsed through his shocking case history of violence towards women she recalled the whipping that she had carried out the previous day. It was her intention that this was to be no more than a warm up for the main event. The prisoner had been barely conscious as the final strokes fell. She had him dragged back and returned to the tiny confinement cage, a barred steel cube inside which he had been chained in such a manner that his muscles were tortured incessantly. As she entered the ante room she heard the faint sounds coming from within. She was impressed. Janacek had remained conscious throughout that long night of torture. She approached the cage and opened the door. Releasing the restraint chains merely allowed his cruelly abused body to sag to the floor. The diminutive blonde, her long blonde hair scooped into a ponytail that hung to her narrow waist, stepped forward and placed her right boot onto his neck, feeling the surge of power running through her body as she did so, grinding him down, his face hard against the unforgiving concrete floor.
Sofija fully understood that what she was about to put her prisoner through was a regime that any man would be totally unable to handle. Breaking a prisoner in this manner wasn't actually about getting anything from him. It was about the complete annihilation of him. Pushing him to a place so dark that he gave up all hope. Destroying both his body and his mind. Only then would she be ready to claim her ultimate victory over a man so vanquished that his submission would be absolute.
Taking her sports bag she removed the heavy stainless steel collar and clamped it around his neck, clicking the locking mechanism into place. It weighed five kilos and was as much as a fit man could handle. The steel waist chain with attached manacles and the ankle fetters completed the set. In his current state Sofija realised that he would do well merely to stand yet alone march to the site where she intended to carry out the next part of the plan to break him. As he painfully lifted himself to his feet she felt the familiar feeling beginning between her legs. Briefly she thought of Adrijana her part time lesbian slave girl who loved to bury herself between Sofija's legs and work her magic tongue, bringing orgasm after orgasm. She pushed the thought away. Adrijana, the owner of a property company was a successful business woman. Their relationship had nothing in common with the men who inhabited the Meritka quarry. True, she did torture Adrijana but, when their session was over they curled up together in the big bed that overlooked the old city from Adrijana's fabulous penthouse apartment. She would sit astride her lover and gently massage the oils into her body by way of aftercare, tending to the weals and the rope burns that their hot sessions left in abundance.
"Prisoner...march!"
Janacek hauled himself step after painful step along the path that led from where he had been kept overnight up to the stone dressing area. Every step was agony and Sofija savoured every one. She flexed the heavy black leather single tail whip between gloved hands, occasionally landing a stroke across his back by way of encouragement. She nodded to the female guard supervising the working party and ordered Janacek to the place where stone offcuts had been piled, blocks that each weighed ten or fifteen kilos. She motioned with her whip towards a pile.
"I want you to move these over there." She pointed to an area about ten metres away. She knew that this wouldn't take very long.
He cut a pathetic figure as he struggled to move the blocks of stone. The weight of his steel restraints combined with his diminished physical state made the task all but impossible. Within half an hour Janacek collapsed onto his knees. Sofija stood regarding the pathetic prisoner at her feet. A well aimed kick caught him in the testicles pitched him forward into the mud. He lay there groaning.
"Not enough effort." Hissed Sofija. " A typical lazy male." She teased the whip tail through her gloved hand before adding. " You will learn a very hard lesson today."
Punishment Room Number 1 was it's official name. From the outside it looked like nothing more than a large domestic garage. Inside it had more in common with a medieval torture chamber. Well equipped with anchor points and a variety of chains the prisoner could be shackled in ways that prevented any risk of him being able to avoid the attention of whatever evil devices his torturer chose to use on him. Sofija began by pinioning his arms behind his back. Carefully she fitted the leather single arm glove, lacing it up tight before clipping the steel hasp between the wrists to the hook of the overhead hoist. She picked up the bright yellow control box with the red button inset. Immediately Janacek's arms rose behind him until his head pitched forward involuntarily, adopting the only position the cruel bondage permitted.
Sofija loved the strappado position. It was something that she only ever partially used on Adrijana due to the risk of dislocating the shoulders. With Janacek that wasn't a concern, if it happened, it happened. A final jab of the red button saw the prisoner lifted off his feet. A loud animal wail filled the room as he roared in pain. Sofija played with the button a bit. A quick jab up caused him to rise a few centimetres than a touch on the down button dropped him back, both movements filling him with an excruciating pain. After tiring of this little game she made herself a coffee and sat down to watch his growing agony. Eventually she drained her cup and got to her feet.
Circling the suspended Janacek she took in the nature of the beast. He was a very well developed specimen, heavily muscled and with good body definition. Not that this really meant anything to Sofija, all that she was interested in was that by the time she had finished with him he would be a totally broken man, unable even to contemplate the kinds of despicable offences against women that his file attested to. Sofija gripped a nipple between forefinger and thumb, twisting it cruelly so that he cried out in pain. She stroked the heavy braided black leather whip like it was a pet. She steadied herself, booted feet set well apart and drew back the whip. The first cut was a classic. It landed squarely on Janacek's right shoulder and extended diagonally down to his waist. His body jerked with the impact and he still had enough in him to manage a scream of pain. Sofija watched as the line of the lash turned from a wild red to a darker blueish purple, spots of crimson oozing through the skin. The feeling was growing in her head now, driving her on to inflict yet more pain on the helplessly bound prisoner. The lash fell time and again across his back, each stroke seemingly harder than its predecessor. The red welts merged into one area of dark purple. She lost count of the number of strokes. In theory she was meant to log the number in the punishment book. But everyone knew that when an "ultra" was carried out such details became irrelevant. She regarded the hanging prisoner, walking across to stand beside him. She looked like a little girl beside this massive man, twenty five centimetres taller than her and weighing well over twice her weight. She stood beside him briefly. He opened his eyes and looked into hers.
"Please mistress, I've taken enough. I will admit to whatever you ask me to."
