Prologue - Claude

The Sky Grid flashed twice in quick succession, the dark red color blocking out all other light from the heavens. A couple seconds later the haze of the city lights and the deep blue of the night sky blending together returned. The flashes left an annoying imprint on Claude's vision, and it took a few blinks before they dissipated. The feeble attempts at launches had picked up this year. The weak never learned; there was a reason they were not up in this tower as he was. There was a reason he was the General, the only General, and they lived like rats in the sewers. While he stood on his balcony overlooking majestic Detroit City, they scurried below, each day spent trying to make sure they did not find themselves under his boot.

A light breeze, cooled by the lake it had come from, swept across the balcony and just nudged the curtains in his chambers behind him. One of his slaves, on her knees before him, her head pumping vigorously back and forth on his cock, shivered briefly as the cool air touched her bare skin. The shimmery cloth lightly covering her perky tits wasn't enough to keep her nipples from hardening at the change in temperature. Claude pushed her head farther onto his shaft, letting out an "aaaaahhh" of pleasure as he pumped his fluid down her throat. Her gagging and coughing only made him more excited.

He pushed the slave away. Officially, they were called "dedicated," a clever name that gave the slaves a sense of purpose or position, when the truth was quite different. "Back to your other duties. I have no more need of you." The dedicated, bowed deeply, but quickly, and scurried from the balcony. Claude realized he didn't know her name. This didn't bother him; he had much better awaiting his beck and call. She'd only been sent because he'd specifically asked for a virgin mouth. His staff had instructed her well. The girl had engulfed his manhood without hesitation, and had worked her head and tongue so hard that the sheen of sweat covering her body was a subtle and welcome addition. Her efforts were the only reason he hadn't struck her once or twice. He had a reputation for brutality, and he'd earned it. He was what he was and it was his right and privilege to do as he would, and to partake in pleasure however he wished.

The girl had beady black eyes and a pointy nose. Between that and the way she'd scurried he knew he'd found her name. The next time she was in his presence he would name her "Possum." Giving his dedicateds new names always brought him joy.

His mind turned back to the Sky Grid flashes. It was almost as if they were an omen of what was to come, if he believed in such things. Turning to go back to his chambers, he looked briefly upon the two statues on either side of the balcony, and then up to the one above. A giant fist he'd had commissioned loomed over him, and from it's grasp two lengths of chain, sculpted concrete like the fist, ran to the statues at the balcony's edges. To his right, he'd had them place a woman with her hands to her neck as if to rip off the collar that one of the lengths of chain attached to, mouth open as she wailed in agony. To his left, also attached to the chain with a collar, a man kneeled in submission, his eyes open and his face relaxed as he looked upon the city below, some ninety stories down.

Claude walked to his desk and sat down in the tall brown leather chair. Two dedicated stood at the entrance to his Penthouse, one on each side. Both were female, of course, and as with all his dedicateds he'd given them new names. He only allowed the best to attend to his full-time needs. They would do anything he asked, without hesitation. Whether the task was sexual, laborious, or menial made no difference. He waved to Needles, so named because he'd decided to adorn her with as many piercings as he could. She was pierced nearly everywhere she could be. Well, that he'd found so far. He took great pleasure in the pain the piercings caused, and the girl was chosen because she enjoyed it, as well. Lately, he'd grown tired of adding piercings as the effect seemed to have diminished. He'd have to find a way to make her fun again. "Fetch me some wine, and ask Cook to present me with three dinner options." Maybe it was time to start removing the piercings, and not the same way they'd gone in?

"Of course, Elevate General." She said, giving a small bow and moving swiftly from the room.

Claude motioned the other girl over. "Nails, my feet." Nails sauntered over, her hands clasped in front of her bosom. Her deep black hair was done in a braid that nearly reached her large, delicious, ass, and she wore a luxurious, deep blue dress of silk that was woven in a fine mesh, allowing Claude to see all her features, but with just enough covered to excite. Her nails, for which she was so named, were painted deep black today, except for her thumbs which were a blue that matched her dress. Each nail was about three inches long, and Claude loved having her use them on his other dedicateds, the bloody scratches eliciting screams that never failed to get him hard. Like Needles, Nails enjoyed the tasks he gave her. She was often put in dominant positions, only to be repeatedly abused and dominated by Claude himself. He enjoyed the mind fuck that he put her through.

As she approached the front of his desk, she dropped to all fours and crawled under, taking his right foot in her hands to begin her task. She would use her hands, her lips, her tongue, even her tits as she did her work. Even though he was recently spent he found a good foot massage was always welcome. It was seldom that one of his slaves -dedicated!- wasn't serving him in some way.

"Reports," he said, and his screen flipped up from his desk. Immediately, messages from his subordinate officers appeared neatly in order of arrival. He sifted through them, responding with various orders or reprimands, although his reprimands were generally accompanied by even harsher orders. He marveled at how some of these idiots had managed to achieve their station. No matter; the more foolish they were, the better he looked. While he loved scheming as much as any Elevate, the less direct competition he had, the better.

Having finished the reports, he moved on to private communications. As Nails surrounded his foot with her heavy breasts, a gift from him no less, nibbling his toes as she did so, he found the one he was hoping for.

Elevate General,
 
 I am agreeable to your terms for the incarceration of malcontent ID 1028A4. Your requirements will be met, and your additional instructions shall be carried out upon incarceration.
 
 -Agent 927

He smiled. Another bounty placed. This next raid would be profitable indeed. His mood lifted, he kicked his foot sharply and felt it smash into Nails' nose. He heard a gasp of pain from below the table, which she quickly muffled. He felt her begin to go back to her work, but he was done with foot massages. "Stand," he commanded. Nails emerged quickly, standing in her subordinate posture, hands again clasped. Blood trickled from her nose, dropping over her lips and down her chin. In a few seconds her tits would start catching the drops. He couldn't wait.

Despite her subordinate posture, Claude could see the dedicated's anger behind her eyes. Her jaw was clenched, and she was defiant enough that she refused to blink in order to keep the tears caused by the sudden nasal impact in check. Claude almost felt bad. Almost. At that moment, Needles entered the room, cradling a crystal glass filled with a deep red wine. She stopped and did a quarter-bow, customary when carrying food or drink. "Elevate General, Cook offers the following menu choices-"

He interrupted her. "Bring the wine. Dinner can wait a bit longer. Nails and I would have some fun with you."  Needles brought the wine, failing to completely mask a frown, and he caught her uncertain glance at Nails. Nails smiled slightly, trying to mask her own joy. Her eyes showed her emotions, though, and he smiled back at her. It was the little things. Take everything, then give them crumbs, and they would think them feasts.

By next week, he knew he'd be celebrating even more, and he'd have plenty of fresh skin for Nails to defile.

Chapter 1