BDSM Library - Story: re-education , Chapter: Part 1

Author: slaveboyusa

date: 2/20/2010

Title: The Re-education. Part 1

Description: The year is 2100 and the world economy is in bad shape, so much so that its time for a serious economic reshaping. The government of an unnamed country has decided to strip all the wealth from the elite and redistribute it among everyone else. It was decided that the entertainment industry is the least practical of all sectors and therefore should be the first to pay. Movie and music studios and sport venues across the country have been closed down and any and all movie, music and sport contracts of celebrities are null and void. While some of these celebrities can accept this change as a result of the ever changing economy and can afford to live off their investments, there are those that cannot accept that their fame and fortune are gone. This is the story of the re-education of those actors, musicians and athletes that protested the abrupt change in society.

Author's note: I considered placing the story in the near future, so that I could use female celebrities as victims of my “re-education”. I decided instead to use a fictional setting with invented women, so that the reader can use their imagination. Please send me your comments

Two federal agents sat in a small control room. Despite the fact they were running an important government experiment, they were calm. Agents “X” and “Y” were seated behind a large instrument panel and were facing a one-sided mirror that looked into the next room. On the other side of the room were bare concrete walls, a metal door that was locked from the outside, an air vent above the door and a metal bed that was bolted to the floor. The bed had a single pillow and a single sheet. Natasha was asleep on the bed.

“Would you please get up now?” asked Agent X into the intercom that was connected to the next room. Agent X is the female shrink that is assigned to re-education institution, cell block “C”. She is a psychiatrist by trade and was hired a year ago by the government to design and carry out a skinner-box like re-education program for celebrities. At first she had ethical qualms about the project, she thought it was inhumane. However, once reminded that the economic landscape was going to be changing fast, she decided it was in her best interest to be on good terms with “big brother”. Plus, she didn't mind if some over-privileged member of the elite had to endure spartan living quarters for the benefit of society and the big paycheck didn't hurt either. In her early 30's, she was beautiful and smart as a whip with a PhD from Yale, where she once had a research position.

Natasha stirred a little, but did not open her eyes. Agent Y pressed a button and an alarm sounded in Natasha's room. It was loud in her room, much like playing music on the stereo and forgetting you had it on full volume. It was hardly audible in the room occupied by the agents. Natasha jumped out of the bed with her hands on her ears. This meant her hands were too busy to cover her naked breasts, not that she had fully noticed she was naked yet. The alarm sounded for 10 seconds and once the alarm turned off, Natasha could relax and she sat down on the bed. She was not afraid, or even embarrassed. God bless the little sprite, she tried to let herself out the door. With her athletic body, she could knock down most doors. But even if this was a normal door, there are far too many guards in the complex for this tennis star to subdue.

Natasha was breathing hard and her pulse was high due to her rage. She was pounding on the door and was switching between shouting profanities in broken English and demanding that she be released. Her body was tense, this caused all the muscles in her curvy body to be emphasized. She looked stunning and feline, even when she said “mother fucker” in 4 languages.

Agent Y pressed the alarm button again, this time for twice as long. Natasha took her seat on the bed again, with her hands on her ears again and her face near her knees as if to hide form the ear drum scaring sound.

Agent Y is a former special forces soldier. Both decorated veteran on the front line and strategist instructor at the academy, he was what the military called “someone who can carry a weapon and was smart enough to know how to use it”. Is there such thing as trying to hard? Agent Y was a military man since he joined the army at 16 with a fake birth certificate. He was too smart to be satisfied as a grunt and too energetic to find an instructor position rewarding for long. He was in danger of being court martialed for disobeying orders one too many times and his fake birth certificate prank came to light. He accepted a position as an “experiment enforcer” as a way to make his record nice and shiny again. His job was to keep the subject inline.

“Your name is Natasha Yodovo, a famous tennis player. You are from Ukraine, but your mother was Russian. You are 27, your date of birth is 6/9/2073. You have green eyes, blonde hair. You are 5 foot 8. You came to this country at age 4. You damaged your right knee in a tennis game last summer. You only had one boyfriend in high school, but your parents were strict and forced you to break up with him so you could focus on tennis. You did not lose your virginity until 22, the same age when you went pro. We know everything there is to know about you” said Agent X.

Natasha stood up again, her perky breasts were heaving and her nipples erect.

“Hey honey, just wanted to let you know, I'm enjoying the show. What are you, like a BB cup?” asked Agent Y. This got a laugh out of his partner.

Natasha turned bright red. This was the first time she heard a mans voice since finding herself in the cell. She took one of earrings out that had a sharp edge and wrote something on the mirror. It was not in English, but both agents correctly assumed it was a swear word meant for them.

“I see you are familiar with one sided mirrors. I know you were introduced to them, when you went to rehab for alcoholism” said Agent X. Natasha replied with a pissed off expression.

“Can you hear me, Natasha?” asked Agent X as she flipped on the two-way intercom.

“Why don't you get me the hell out of here and some clothes too” said Natasha.

“'fraid I can't do that. One, you scratched our mirror, that will cost you. Second, you are a criminal. You know very well you are expected to hand over all your assets to the government as a part of the new economic recovery legislation. And what do you do? You join an anti-government organization. Thankfully, it turns out the man you trusted most to protect your celebrity status was also one of our undercover agents. He said capturing you was the easiest assignment he ever had, and that's saying something from someone with 15 years on the job.” said Agent Y

“Here is the situation. You broke the law that says that no one can earn a professional living in the entertainment industry. You tried arranging your own tennis matches, for which people would be charged to see. Your assets and freedom were taken away as of yesterday, when we drugged you and brought you here. Your $4.5 million in property including jewelry, designer racquets, condos, sport cars, potential earnings from sponsorship have all been repossessed. We thank you for compliance, Ms. Yodovo”. said Agent X.

“Fuck you and fuck komp....lie......see” said Natasha. Her English was average at best.

“The word is “compliance”. Don't worry. It is a word you will learn very well.” said Agent X.

“Here is how its going to work. To the right of the door is a microphone. Certain words can activate features in the room. The room your are standing in now is fully functional with a complete bathroom, shower, wardrobe and dining table. However, those features are behind the walls on revolving panels. Much like in the movies where you pull the candlestick and the bookcase rotates on its axis and reveals a large monitor. But, its not as simple as saying “shower” activates the shower and so on. Instead, you say you want food, then we give you a phrase to speak into the microphone. That phrase might be something like “I want a lollypop” or “I've been a bad girl and I need a spanking”. Sound strange? Well, too bad.” said Agent Y.

“Would you like some clothes, dear?” asked Agent X.

Natasha shook her head as she was hugging her cold breast.

“The phrase is, “school girl”, say school girl into the microphone” said Agent X.

Natasha looked confused, and after coming to the conclusion that there was no alternative other than compliance, she walked to the door and spotted the microphone in wall near the door. She spoke the word “school girl” into the microphone. Behind her, a panel In the wall opened and a desk and chair slid out on a platform (it looks like the desk/chair unit that kids in elementary schools use and was that small).

The 2 agents looked at a monitor that displayed several outfits that could be be considered a “school girl” outfit. Everything from a catholic school girl ensemble, to a Japanese PE outfit even a British prep school outfit with tan skirt, white blouse, blue jacket and union jack neck tie. Each costume had varying degrees of sexiness. Agent Y wanted to select a extra small pink t-shirt that said school on it, and by just a shirt, that's exactly what it was, not even panties. Agent X pointed out, that while a kinky choice, would actually be giving her more clothes than she already has. The clothing should put her in a submissive state of mind. A girl scout outfit would be perfect. Agent X put in the order for a girl scout outfit. Brown socks, brown skirt, white blouse, brown beret, brown sash. The order form on the computer also asked for specific sizes for the clothing. Agent X decided it would funny if the clothes were regular, but meant for a 12 year old. It would be interesting to watch miss athletic wiggle her slim body into a outfit meant for someone less than half her age, not to mention it put bra and panties out of the question. The order went through and in 5 minutes, a brown paper sack dropped from the ceiling. Natasha put the outfit on, just happy to have some clothing. The skirt was tight, but seeing as it did not come with panties, it was better than nothing. Not only was the blouse too small to button, it also pulled her shoulder back, pushing her breasts out and restricting her arm movement. The sash added little modesty.

“Now sit at the desk and read the books that are there” said Agent Y.

Natasha approached the desk. There was a copy of Karma Sutra, pornographic magazines and an encyclopedia of sex positions.

“I'm not going to read this garbage” said Natasha.

“Then I suppose you don't need to eat either. In case you have forgotten, you are no longer Natasha the international tennis sensation. You are Natasha the criminal. You have no money in your bank account, it is illegal for anyone to hire you for any job. You couldn't land a job as janitor right now. On top of that, we control your world right now. You only get food if we give it to you. You can only take a shower if we decide you have earned it. And if me and my partner just feel like it, we can send in the local football team to give you a good 'ol fashion gang bang. I'm sure they wouldn't mind” said Agent Y. Natasha got the picture. She sat down and did as she was told.

One hour later...

“I'm tired, can I take a break now?” asked Natasha feeling tired and strangely horny

“Of course you can” said Agent X.

Natasha laid down on the bed. It felt good to rest her tired eyes. The door to her cell opened, yet she did not even bother to look up to see who it was. She heard boyish giggling. She lifted her head to see who it was. She saw 6 boys about age 17, all dressed in boy scout uniforms. Even when Natasha closed her legs, she still looked pretty damn good to the boys. Before Natasha could get her wits about her, one of the boys pinned her head down, 2 of the boys each held an arm down and the other 3 went to work on removing her skirt. Natasha would have had a better chance at kicking the boys away had she been wearing shoes and she might have tried kicking harder, had she realized that these boys happen to be the arm wrestling champions out of 200 boys that competed in the local area. The boy that was holding her head down unzipped his pants and let his penis slide across her face much like a windshield wiper makes an arc on the glass. The 3 boys that were in front of her ripped her skirt off, unzipped their shorts and one at a time fucked her. They fully knew what they were getting into in well in advance. In fact, the arm wrestling match was just a way to figure out which boys were the strongest, therefore the most fit to rape a female athlete.

Two weeks ago, after the awards were handed out for the arm wrestling contest, the boys were given an envelope that described a very interesting offer. They were selected by the government to “tame and rape” an outlaw. They were told that the police was staking out “Natasha Yodovo”. The boys did not need the pics of Natasha that came with the envelope. They all had her posters on their bedroom wall, which they all masturbated to. Now they don't have to imagine any more. Natasha screamed the loudest during her first orgasm, her voice becoming meeker and more tired as the wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over. The boy holding her head never penetrated her, he was happy to slap “Ms. Number one in woman's tennis 2099” in her face with his junk. He pretended his penis was like a giant foam finger, pointing at her flawless tits. He shot his load all over her cute girl scout blouse.

5 of the boys fucked her in the vagina. The bed was low to the ground and the boys quickly figured out it was easier to lift her legs over their broad shoulders. By the time the 4th boy was fucking her, she didn't even have the strength to say “AH-AH” with each penis thrust. She was just waiting for it to be over. She was pretty weak from the drug that knocked her out and the fact she has not eaten anything in 16 hours, so she didn't have enough fight in her to protest when the boys wiped the excess cum of their penis on her hair and clothes. She wasn't any worse off for that. Do you ever remember a time when sex wasn't sticky?

Sergei walked through the cell door with a tennis racquet in his hand. The same Sergei that won Natasha's trust when she joined with other famous people that were fighting against the anti-celebrity legislation. Sergei was lying when he said he was a bass player in a rock band and that he supported her resistance to the anti-celebrity laws. Thanks to his ability to speak Ukrainian and charade as a famous person, he was able to convince Natasha that he was the only person she could trust protecting her future career. After 2 months of being chummy, she even agreed to move into an apartment he set up for her. The apartment was pre-rigged with microphones and cameras, so they could listen in on all her anti-government talk (she shared the apartment with an actress and a female singer, so that they would feel comfortable talking to each other about how they would circumvent the new laws). The cameras in the apartment is where the pics in the envelops came from. Each boy got pics of the girls in various states of undress. The police did not even need to bother with getting a warrant when they arrested the women yesterday morning. The women all had shocked expressions on their faces as they saw Sergei waving to them as they were herded into the back of squad cars. Sergei won a medal for getting intelligence to capture not one, but three celebrity outlaws. The other 2 female celebrities were also in cells, one on the left and one on the right of Natasha's cell.

Natasha had the same expression on her face now as when she realized that Sergei was a undercover cop working for the police.

“I trust you find your new accommodations to your satisfaction, Natasha Yodovo” said Sergei.

“Fuck you, traitor, I should have known you were a cop” sneered Natasha.

“But you didn't, had I known you were so easy to fool, I would've had you move in with me, then I could've fucked you, under more civilized conditions” laughed Sergei.

“Hey big guy, Natasha here vandalized government property by scratching a swear word into the mirror. Can I trust you to do the honors of disciplining miss potty mouth with this racquet? Asked Sergei to the tallest boy.

The boy nodded and Sergei tossed him the racquet. The other 5 boys rolled Natasha over and the guy with the racquet made Natasha's behind look like she sat bare assed on an waffle iron.

“I believe in tennis, they call that a smash” joked Agent Y.

All the guys in the other room laughed. Agent X gave Agent Y a dirty look. Agent Y just shrugged his shoulders and said he saw an opportunity for a joke and went for it. Despite their differences in attitude, they both agreed this was the funnest assignment either had in a long time.

Sergei walked over so he was facing Natasha. He asked one of the boys to sit on top of Natasha's legs and pull her arms back. Natasha legs were pinned down, her arms straight back and her face about waist height to Sergei.

“You look like a seal in that pose, you know that?” asked Sergei

“Why would you do this to me?” asked Natasha.

“Lets see, a mortgage, a girlfriend and 2 kids to feed, a medal, the respect of the other cops on the force, and this” replied Sergei, as he unzipped his pants and let his trouser snake slip out and force fed it in her mouth.

“I know that this is all kind of catching you by surprise, but I promised myself I would only pop in for a minute. You know, I never understood what all the hub-bub was about watching tennis. Nothing wrong with it as a game, just never seemed all that exciting. I guess people watch it so they can fantasize about moments like this” said Sergei.

“MMM-m.....MMMMM-muh-muh...guh...GUhhhh...MMmmmmMMMMMMMM (Im going to kick your ass, your crazy if you think I'm going to have sex with you)” was what Natasha tried to say, before she chocked on a large load of Sergei's cum.

Sergei pulled his dick out and wiped his one-eye monster in Natasha's matted hair. The boy let Natasha go and she flopped face down on the bed, thoroughly spent physically and emotionally.

“Sorry I had to be so rough with you. The government doesn't like it when you damage their property, they generally charge a hefty fine. I brought you some lotion for what I am sure is a sore behind” said Sergei as he reached into his pocket, pulled out a bottle of lotion and tossed it so it landed on Natasha's red ass. Sergei ripped and gathered the shreds of Natasha's girl scout uniform, and tossed them down an incinerator shaft that the agents opened.

Sergei and the boys left the room and locked the door from the outside. Sergei told the boys that they have done their community a great service, and if they go down the hallway and take a left, their was a free meal waiting for them. The boys went to go eat and Sergei made his way into the control room.

“Have you introduced yourself to the other celebrities you captured?” asked Agent X to Sergei.

“Sure did, I fucked that hot actress Michelle Li pretty good about 30 minutes ago, boy is she a screamer. Right now, I'm one my way to see that singer I caught, Samantha Ambers” said Sergei.

“and I trust your going to give her the stuffing of a lifetime?” asked Agent Y.

“You know what, I just bagged 2 ladies in a half hour, I'm a little tired. Why don't you go fuck some sense into Samantha” said Sergei to Agent Y.

“Ah-hem, what about me”? Asked Agent X.

“Did you want Samantha to munch on your carpet”? Asked Sergei

“I'd like to fuck her with a strap-on. I'm a psychiatrist, I get into people's heads for a living. In other words, I'm a control freak. A top.” said Agent X.

“How about this, Agent Y goes in their and pops Samantha's prison cherry, and when she is exhausted, Agent X goes in their and plays dominatrix” offered Sergei.

“deal” said both agents.

To be continued.