In a grand, dimly lit room, Princess Anna sits on her throne, her eyes scanning the line of trembling slaves before her. She crooks a finger, summoning the first to her. He falls to his knees, his hands bound behind his back. Anna, dressed in a figure-hugging latex gown, runs a gloved hand over his crotch, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "You dare to come before me without my permission?" she purrs, her heel finding his balls. She grinds down, her heel digging in, as she demands his femdom password. He stutters it out, his face contorting in pain, but Anna's only response is a cold laugh as she resumes her brutal ball busting.