A story of oppression in an oppressive future

1. Just 2 years after the last great war.

Due to the weakening of major countries during the middle of the war, an aspiring tyrant known only as "the director" took his chance. Raising an army made from mercenaries and disgruntled former soldiers of all races and nationalities, he took over a sizable island landmass and turned it into a sovereign state named "The empire of Renvaka". He took up arms and threatened any country who wouldn't recognise his. With the nations at the brink at self-destruction and weariness, they had **** but to allow this twisted empire to be recognized.

As with any country with only one person in power, Renvaka turned to tyranny in a very short time. Even after the war, the countries needed time to rebuild and remake, leaving the sovereign nation to it's own devices for now.

The director, taking power during the war, had never mentally left it. He grew paranoid and sought to make his country unbeatable in the case of an attack. For the main source of income, mercenaries and weapons were provided to any nation or group with enough currency. Any building that wasn't ESSENTIAL to daily necessity or survival was made into a military school or weapons production factory. Every ounce of entertainment was carefully monitored and lined with propaganda. If you were a Renvakan and didn't grow up into a soldier, scientist, factory worker, or propaganda creator, you were useless.

But enough about the history lesson.

For today, as the grey skies hung over this industrial nation once again, we fix our focus into the interior of Military Training Facility #250.

4 women, in their early 20s, were in a cold bare room, bent over a table that was so cold it made their nipples shrink and had risk of permanently sticking their breasts to it, with their asses exposed.

They had failed their courses in Revakan history and advanced weapons courses. This was, simply put, their re-education.

Their last chance.

If they underwent this notoriously grueling 4 week program and failed their tests after going back to Academy #471, they would be seen as useless.

And you really don't want to know how they deal with the useless in this country.

As the 4 women breathed heavily through their tight gags, shivering in anticipation and fear of what was to come, they heard the old rusty for creak open behind them.

"WELL, WELL, WELL. LOOK AT WHAT THE CAT DRAGGED IN! THOUGH A CAT PROBABLY HAS MORE WORTH THAN YOU USELESS MAGGOTS!" A bald, fanatic wide-eyed man with seemingly no indoor voice walked in.

The girls shivered in fear. It was the worst possible outcome that everyone in their situation feared. The disciplinarian had come to oversee their education and training into soldiers for the cause.

"I'VE YET TO MEET A MISERABLE SACK OF SHIT I COULDN'T TURN USEFUL! EITHER BECOME A DEDICATED SOLDIER OR DIE! USEFUL EITHER WAY!" He laughed as if it was the funniest joke in the world.

"SO HERE'S HOW IT'S GOING TO GO, YOU SLAGS: PAIN IS THE BEST TEACHER. I'VE YET TO MEET A MAGGOT THAT PAIN COULDN'T CHANGE. I WILL REPEAT EVERY WORD IN THE TEXTBOOK. WORD. FOR. WORD. EACH WORD GIVES YOU ONE SMACK WITH THE LARGEST CANE I HAVE. I WILL REPEAT THE TEXTBOOK AFTER I'M DONE, AND I WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO UNTIL I AM SATISFIED! " they could detect a sadistic hint of joy in his training regiment. They could only shiver in fear as they saw a huge shadow looming up behind them.

The disciplinarian raised up his cane arm as he held the extremely thick book open, clearing his throat.

He started to speak.