Standing in the door frame of your cell I muster you, sitting chained up by the ankle in the one leather-padded corner of your cell. You are completely naked apart from a locked leather collar with your prisoner number. The floor, walls and ceiling are all constructed out of cold hard steel and echo the quiet creaking sounds made by my leather combat boots as I walk right up to you.

With the tip of the riding crop in my right hand I gently guide your chin to face up towards me. "Good morning prisoner, maggot! Welcome aboard! Have you gotten used to your new place yet? It's almost cozy, isn't it?" I point my riding crop around the room like a realtor advertising a penthouse while leaving no doubt in my expression about how much I am relishing in this situation.

Suddenly, my sweet tone becomes more biting. "Listen, maggot: The transfer is going to take weeks on the open ocean. I can't be bothered to tell you where exactly we are going or what they are going to do to you once we arrive. But... I wouldn't be so sure that it involves a clean room and three meals a day." I now grab your chin with my gloved hand directly. "So why don't you treat this as a little... vacation? Most of the ship is empty right now, so I have plenty of time on my hand to play with my toy. So you have exactly one choice to make: Be my toy by choice - or not."

I place one of my boots on your exposed genitals for a moment before taking a step back, stranding straight before you and switching to my usual warden routine, firmly stomping down with one foot. "Introduce yourself prisoner: Registration number, age, last orgasm!"