<\/p>\n
“3164… \u00a0On your feet!”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The prisoner does not resist. \u00a0He did at first, but now he saves his strength. \u00a0After at least a dozen interrogation sessions he knows that it will take all of his strength to resist the questioning, there is none to waste. \u00a0He wearily stands. \u00a0The guards enter. \u00a0One pushes him against the wall while her comrade pulls his arms behind his back and cuffs his wrists. Shackles bind his ankles with a chain that allows him to walk but not run. \u00a0He is shoved out of the cell and marched down the corridor as fast as his chains and his broken body will allow.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He doesn’t know how much more of this he will be able to take. \u00a0And yet, he has to hold on. \u00a0He has made it this long. \u00a0He can last just a little longer. \u00a0At least, he hopes he can. \u00a0He has more than enough knowledge to doom the rebellion and condemn the males he fought alongside in their quest to overthrow this female supremacist government. \u00a0He has survived the interrogations, the tortures. \u00a0He has to hold on.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They arrive at the door to one of the interrogation rooms. \u00a0\u00a0The guard knocks and a voice from inside responds. \u00a0The guard opens the door and pushes him through. \u00a0The interrogation rooms he has been in so far are cold and sterile: bare walls, concrete floors, perhaps a chair to restrain him, a table laid out with various instruments whose purpose is all too clear.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
This room is very different. \u00a0It is painted a light beige. \u00a0There is thick, soft carpet beneath his bare feet. \u00a0Rather than the harsh, white light of a fluorescent panel, the lighting is gentle on his eyes. \u00a0A fireplace on the far wall crackles. \u00a0There is even music playing softly.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A large leather sofa is in the middle of the room facing the fireplace. \u00a0Someone is seated on it, her back to him. \u00a0She rises and he sees that more is different here than merely the room. \u00a0His previous interrogators have been harsh figures in military uniform. \u00a0Tall women with severe hairstyles pulled back in utilitarian fashion. \u00a0The woman who rises from the sofa is entirely the opposite. \u00a0She wears a black dress, the cut is short revealing long legs and the neckline is low revealing much more. \u00a0Her hair falls loosely on her shoulders. \u00a0As she walks toward him he is mesmerized by her sparkling green eyes. \u00a0He is even more taken by her smile: welcoming rather than cruel.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“Hello,” she says. \u00a0“I am Marquesa.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
She looks at one of those guards, “Get those rags off him.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
As the guard is tearing away the remnants of his clothing, Marquesa smiles, “Perhaps we’ll find something better for you to wear. \u00a0Later. \u00a0For now, I think you’ll be quite warm in here, don’t you?”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Marquesa walks away from him as the guards pull away the last of his clothing and leave him standing nude. \u00a0“Put him on the sofa and then you may go,” she orders as she pours a drink. \u00a0The guards seat him on the sofa, attaching his cuffs to a bolt set into it for the purpose of restraining him. \u00a0His shackles are attached to a similar bolt. \u00a0Marquesa walks past the back of the sofa, tousling his hair with her fingertips as she does so. \u00a0She sits down next to him, very close, crosses her legs and takes a sip of her drink.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“This isn’t going to work,” he tells her flatly.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Marquesa’s eyes are wide and innocent, her smile is anything but. \u00a0“Work? \u00a0I have no idea what you mean. \u00a0We’re just here to have a little chat.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“We don’t have anything to talk about.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Marquesa slipped her arm around his shoulders and reached up to stroke the back of his head, “Oh, I’m sure we can think of something. \u00a0Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He remained silent, staring stony-faced ahead. \u00a0He had been interrogated enough to know the tricks. \u00a0Get him talking about nothing and it was that much easier to keep him talking about something that matters.
\n**<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“You know, My Darling, it really is important that we get to know each other a little better. \u00a0I’d hate to have to give you back to the people who have done all this to you,” she ran her hands over the bruises on his shoulders. \u00a0“I’m not sure you would survive too much longer.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He remained silent. \u00a0Marquesa sighed. \u00a0She never understood why the military was so foolish. \u00a0If they had given him to her immediately, she would have had him eating from the palm of her hand within an hour. \u00a0Instead, they held him for weeks and tortured him. \u00a0Now, he was closed up tight. \u00a0Oh, he would still give her what she wanted, but it was all so wasteful.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“Well, if you won’t want to talk I suppose I’ll have to have the guards come and take you back to your cell. \u00a0They’ll probably finish you off tonight. \u00a0But\u2026 \u00a0I suppose we could relax here for a few moments first,” Marquesa leans forward and opens the carved ebony box on the table before them. \u00a0It contains cigars.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“You don’t mind if I smoke?” she asked. \u00a0He did not answer but, of course, it would not have mattered. \u00a0Marquesa lit the cigar and tipped her head back, blowing a stream of the thick smoke toward the ceiling.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“Ah\u2026 \u00a0Excellent,” she said, holding the cigar. \u00a0“I have a little plantation down in the Caribbean. \u00a0My boys harvest the tobacco and roll them just the way I like.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“You mean your slaves,” he said bitterly.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Marquesa shrugged, “A rose by any other name, Darling. \u00a0Whatever you call them, they make an excellent cigar. \u00a0Here, tell me what you think of it.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Rather than offering him the cigar, she put it to her lips again and blew the smoke gently into his face. \u00a0He had not expected that and he inhaled before he realized it. \u00a0As he did so, his eyes lost focus, his stiff bearing became more relaxed. \u00a0Marquesa watched as his entire aspect changed.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Yes, they were well-made cigars. \u00a0Delivered to her from her island paradise, they were then infused with a bio-chemical compound. \u00a0It was specially tailored to work only on the male physiology. \u00a0For Marquesa, a cigar was just a cigar, for her guest it was quite a bit more. \u00a0It was a key that would open the door he had slammed so tightly shut.
\nNow, all that was left was to step through that open door.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“Yes, My Darling\u2026 \u00a0So much better\u2026 \u00a0So much more relaxed. \u00a0Now, I want you to stare into the fire. \u00a0Look at the flames as they dance\u2026 \u00a0They are getting larger and larger. \u00a0Filling your vision. \u00a0Just the dancing lights and my voice. \u00a0My voice. \u00a0You can see nothing else, you can hear nothing else. \u00a0Only my voice\u2026 \u00a0Only my voice.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Marquesa put the cigar to her lips. \u00a0This time, she did not bother blowing it into his face. \u00a0The cigar had served its purpose. \u00a0It had relaxed him enough that her natural talents could begin to work. \u00a0And clearly, they were working very well. \u00a0He was staring mindlessly into the fire, his eyes unfocused. \u00a0Marquesa continued her work, emptying
\nhim of any conscious thought, emptying him of any will and then she filled that void with her own will, her own thoughts.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“Serving me is pleasure, my pet. \u00a0You feel pleasure when you obey. \u00a0Disobeying would be pain. \u00a0Displeasing me would be pain. \u00a0I am all that matters to you. \u00a0My pleasure, my will. \u00a0Your past does not matter to you. \u00a0All that matters is pleasing me. \u00a0Do you understand?”
\n**<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“Such a good boy.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
His face lit up at her praise and Marquesa stroked his cheek tenderly. \u00a0Yes, if they had only handed him over to her sooner. \u00a0She was as committed to female rule as anyone, but she hated to see males abused for no reason. \u00a0She owned hundreds of boys and not one of them bore a mark of punishment on their bodies. \u00a0Her overseers didn’t even carry whips. \u00a0Such things were so unnecessary when you truly owned a male. \u00a0Besides, on those rare occasions when she had found it absolutely necessary to punish one of her pets, her abilities allowed her to inflict torments on his mind far beyond what his body could have ever borne.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Marquesa opened her handbag and took out a soft leather collar with a slender chain attached. \u00a0She slipped the soft collar around his throat and wrapped the chain around her hand. \u00a0If he resisted, the tiny chain would snap instantly. \u00a0It served no real purpose of control like a true leash would. \u00a0Still, it was more than enough for Marquesa. \u00a0This little one would follow her as meekly as a lamb. \u00a0She freed his wrists and ankles, rose and then gave the leash a gentle tug.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“Come along, my pet. \u00a0I’m going to take you for a little walk. \u00a0I know someone who is going to be very pleased to see you.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
An hour later, they were in the General’s office. \u00a0Marquesa was seated in front of her desk, the leash draped over her crossed legs. \u00a0The prisoner knelt meekly beside her, his eyes never leaving the floor.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“What’s that thing doing here without chains on!” the General demanded as she entered.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Marquesa laughed, “I wouldn’t worry, General. \u00a0I’m here to protect you. \u00a0He certainly does seem dangerous, doesn’t he?”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The General grumbled, “What do you have for me?”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“Why, everything, General. \u00a0Of course. \u00a0Darling, it would please me if you answered the General’s questions.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The prisoner nodded but did not look up. \u00a0“Yes, Marquesa.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
And the questions began. \u00a0Names, locations, plans. \u00a0The prisoner answered each question the General put to him. \u00a0It went on and on, with the General recording every word. \u00a0An hour later, she had all the information she needed to end this rebellion, once and for all.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The General sighed. \u00a0“Well, I don’t approve of your methods, you know that. \u00a0Still, I can’t argue with the results.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“And I don’t approve of yours, General, but you have what you want now. \u00a0This nonsense can end.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The General was not sure whether the nonsense Marquesa referred to was the rebellion or how the General treated prisoners. \u00a0In fact, it was both. \u00a0The General just nodded.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“I’ll have a guard take him back to the prison for execution,” the General said, reaching for the telephone.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“Oh, I don’t think that will be necessary, General.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“Oh really? \u00a0He’s a rebel. \u00a0Rebels hang.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Marquesa laughed, “He hardly looks rebellious now, General, don’t you agree?”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The General had to admit that the nude male, kneeling quietly in front of her desk, did not appear likely to rise up again any time soon. \u00a0She sighed, “What did you have in mind, Marquesa?”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Marquesa stroked his hair, “Well, now that this rebellion is over, I’m planning on taking a little vacation in the tropics. \u00a0I thought I might drop him off at one of my plantations down there. \u00a0After all, I can always use a boy who appreciates a good cigar.”<\/p>\n
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