Chapter 1

Madam Chard had been gifted with the first name Francoise, following he mother’s adoration of a stern woman of that name, which was most appropriate, not only due to the totalitarian state in which Francoise now lived, but also to the sexual dominance that her daughter had developed. When in the party uniform, she would reduce any male with the slightest submissive tendencies to a quivering mass, and she could pick and choose those she wished to dominate, either for sexual pleasure, or in order to achieve elevation somewhere within the severe nation she now lived in.

The state was Draconian in its dealings with those that the system saw as deviating from the rigid ethic applied by the party, and it was with a smug pleasure that Francoise found herself in attendance at the Party High Court of Justice. to view the sentencing of a male she’d had the pleasure of dominating sexually, put to good use, and then set up as an enemy of the state. The tall blonde vixen had looked supreme as she entered the court in her crisp uniform, nicely aroused and in a sadistic frame of mind, having left her latest conquest at her home, trussed and gagged after a severe whipping, and promised more of the same if he came on the sheets in her absence - which he duly would, being gagged with her richly scented panties, and now her elegant strut into the court was met with the admiration of many a male ... and the defeated eyes of the accused as he knelt in chains upon the elevated dock, open to ridicule by one and all, his guilt assured.

Though in a dire position which he knew he’d not escape due to her thorough ruthlessness, his cock erected in the drab grey boiler suit which had replaced his party uniform on seeing her. She was responsible for the placard which hung around his neck, bearing the legend ‘traitor’, she had seen to it that he faced a judge and jury already committed to his guilt ... she had usurped the position in the party he had vacated. Just the same, her wicked smile of utter contentment at his lot, had his cock pulse in reverence at her dominance and had him long to be at her feet, under her whip, and tasting the scents and tangs of her cunt and anus in defeat just one last time. It was not to be though, and he knew he was to pay dearly for those pleasures and the naivety which had led him there.

Francoise’s sense of triumph heightened, her cunt tingling magnificently as a furore broke out amongst both the spectators, as the judge and jury made their grand entrance, that furore intensifying on seeing that all were female, and that all the contrived charges of crimes against women - completely fabricated - would be taken into account with the treasonable offence which was paramount. The accused baulked in the dock, his erection pulsing, as Judge Hortense Xavier and each of those women of the jury, gave knowing smiles and nods towards Madam Francoise Chard, all, evidently, closely associated with her ... some of the more delicate ones, intimately. Each then gave the accused looks of utter contempt, none less so than Madam Hortense, having him quiver in a strangely masochistic pleasure at their authority. Francoise’s smile turned to one side, as the redheaded Sandy Birkin, a mutually dominant associate sat beside her, grinning as she crossed her broad thighs.

“I’d not miss this for the world Fran ... dominating him was such a pleasure, and now he’s going to get just what he deserves ... you must be so thrilled at manipulating his downfall.” The blonde beauty pursed her red lips and smirked with acute smugness as the chained male she’d broken squirmed visibly at the stern glare given him by Judge Hortense, her cunt no doubt as wet with arousal as hers.