re-education

Title: Re-education part 3

Date: 8/15/10

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Summary: Three women from the entertainment industry have been captured and imprisoned in an institution that punishes them for disobeying the anti-celebrity laws that says that no one may make a living as an entertainer; wither it be music, sports, movies, theater or any other field that is considered “entertainment”. This is the story of the people that defied that law. This is just me, but I imagine Natasha Yodovo looking like Maria Sharapova, Michelle Li looking like young Kelly Hu and Samantha Ambers looking like Sandra Bullock.

Samantha woke up with a splitting head ache; this was becoming a common thing for her. Six days out of the week she is raped by both Agent X and Y, Sergei and some of the other institution staff. The last day of the week, she starts the day with a hearty breakfast and then it goes down from there. One time, her training required her to be a activity coach for foster kids, the girls jumped her in the shower after P.E class and invited the boys in to gang bang her (the boys were nice enough to help her clean herself after the hour long sex session with 16 boys). Another week, she was a rookie cop working her first case. She was told (as per her instructions for that day’s training) she was chasing a purse snatcher, targeting old ladies. She thought the suspect is some timid guy who picks on women weaker than himself. She followed a “tip” he was hiding in the bathroom, she casually walked in, gun in holster. The “purse snatcher” was the same guy that was once the largest (in more ways than one) professional wrestler, his ring name was “Earthquake”. Earthquake had not had a woman in 6 months, he enjoyed Samantha very much (he was being re-educated in the same institution as Samantha). Last week, her training was to teach English to foreign students from a communist country. The students rebelled when they saw that Samantha had earrings and a purse (these are things that are outlawed and considered to be shameful and un-communist). The students knew she was not a real teacher and verbally abused her. The students stripped Samantha of her “expensive clothing” and the rest of the class involved having Samantha face down, bent over the desk, naked and spanked by each student. While this was happening, Samantha was forced to read from a communist manual. At least someone learned something that day. Samantha knew why she was having a headache, she was use to having a beer after a long day, and they did not serve beer in this prison.        

Samantha sat on her bed reading a novel she borrowed from the library (she earned the library privileges by agreeing to “teach” those communist students English 2 nights a week). She wore ankle high brown leather boots, tight blue jeans and a white shirt with a pink and yellow design. The boots and jeans made her feel “too country” but it was better than being raped, followed by watching repeated video clips of her friends Natasha and Michelle being raped. Those two girls are her friends; they had each other’s back when all three were outlaws immediately following the passage of the anti-celebrity law. Samantha was the first one to realize that Sergei was a cop and she was on her way to the apartment that she shared with Natasha and Michelle to warn her friends and tell them to leave ASAP, but she was intercepted by police and all three girls were arrested at the same time. She spat at Sergei who stood near the police van that all three ladies were corralled into, just like cattle. What really pissed her off was how Sergei made such a good front to get close to her. He came across and polite and big brotherly. They even dated for two months prior to her being arrested. Sergei gave Samantha a ring and a promise. Sergei told Samantha, that once they could get away from the authorities, he would marry her and they would settle down. Sergei was still a lying bastard and she still had the ring on her finger.

“PPSSSTT”, came a voice from outside the door.

       Samantha looked up and around. Who was that? Samantha shrugged her shoulders and went back to reading her detective novel (no purse snatchers in this one). She happened to be on the last chapter and finished it in 10 minutes. She put the book down and noticed that something about the wall was different. No, the wall wasn’t different it was the door. The only door in the room was slightly ajar. This made Samantha happy for two reasons. The agents were not talking to her, which meant that very likely they were training another inmate, so she was essentially unwatched right now, also she did not like closed spaces.

       Samantha crept up to the door and opened it. She looked down the hallway. Either side of the hallway was lined with doors and at each end of the corridor split to the right and left. Samantha walked out, took a right and walked down the corridor and past the doors (each cell had a poor man or woman being tortured) she came to an intersection and took another right. She was beside herself with excitement; she saw an elevator next to another door and a janitor. Maybe she could bribe the janitor to let her escape. Samantha approached the janitor in the most non-threatening way possible, as if she was slightly lost and just looking for direction. The janitor was an elderly man with a mustache, peppered hair and a gentle face.

       “Hello sir, I hate to bother you and you look like a nice man. I don’t suppose you’d help me escape, I would be very….appreciative” said Samantha, she drew a finger down her neck and chest when she said “appreciative” in a very suggestive manner.

       “And why would you want to escape this nice place”? asked the janitor.

       Was this guy for real? Did he not know what went on behind these walls? Was this naive old janitor just a nice guy who went to work and never asked questions?

       “I don’t see what you’re so worked up about; just take the elevator down to the first floor. I’m sure the receptionist will call you a taxi if you require” said the Max the Janitor.

       What a sweet old man. He doesn’t even realize that she is an inmate breaking out of prison. Feeling a lot better, Samantha walked up to the elevator and pressed the call button.

       “You can’t ride the elevator unless you have a key, and I have a key, but I won’t lend it to you until you do something for me” said Max.

       Samantha stopped for a second. Shit, she was caught.

       “Please Mister, I can’t take it her anymore. I just want to go home. I’ll do anything you want, just don’t turn me in, please” pleaded Samantha.

“Great, you can start by going into the broom closet” said Max.

       “What do you want to do in there?”asked Samantha

       “Look girly; if you want that key, you have to earn it. I don’t work for free, when I am asked to give up something, I want something in return. You’re going to work for that key and I don’t want us being caught, which can mean either I lose my job, you get punished for trying to escape or both, understand?” asked Max who was opening to door to the broom closet.

       Samantha walked into the closet and Max patted her curvy ass as he followed her inside.

       “You see, I was once a violin player for the symphony, and I loved it. Then the damn anti-celebrity law was passed and I was told to pack it up. Since my background is music and that is now a dead profession just like all entertainment, I had to find a new job with no employable skills. That is why I am now a janitor, but it beats being in the position that you are in” said Max as he followed Samantha into the closet and shut the door behind him.

       “But, you are going to help me escape, aren’t you?” asked Samantha

       “First, you’re going to shut up and start undressing. I have a new fiancée and some new friends to go with my less than spectacular job. It isn’t much, but its home. I’m going to get the pleasure of fucking you and I will turn a blind eye to your escape. It’s a fair trade.” Said Max as he turned on the light in the closet.

       Samantha stripped down to nothing and Max pulled down his pants and underwear.

The closet was narrow, with shelves lining both sides, and a bare concrete wall in the back. Max put his dirty from work hands on her tits and pushed her to the back wall. Max got a hard on from massaging Samantha’s firm tits, Max was an older gentleman and had not slept with a woman of her age in many years. Max leaned into her and his engorged cock found its target. Samantha squirmed in disgust, Max was at least 15 years older and smelled of cleaning products. Samantha wrapped a leg around Max’s thighs as he pumped her with his boner. Max fucked her hard; with each thrust he pushed her up the wall a few inches. After a few minutes of sweaty, stinky sex, he pulled out and shot his load all over her stomach. Max backed off and pulled up his underwear and pants.

       “Get dressed, you can thank me later” said Max.

       While Samantha got dressed, Max walked out of the closet, turned off the light and shut the closet door behind him. Samantha was pulling up her jeans as Max was exiting the closet, she did not move quickly enough to get out. She heard Max lock the closet door from the outside. Fuck, tricked again.

       It took Samantha less than five minutes to start having a panic attack. Samantha does not like confined spaces. She grew up with abusive foster parents. Every time she did something bad, no matter how small, her foster parents either locked her in the closet or the basement, no light or food. It didn’t matter if it was wasting food, being out a half hour too late or getting less than a B in a class. Samantha was always did something to “deserve” being punished once a week. Once she was 18, she had enough and joined the navy. Once she completed boot camp, Samantha and her friends went out to a concert at a bar to celebrate. That was the night she fell in love with singing and decided to become a singer. Samantha never talked about her past and never got therapy. She was betrayed by Max, locked in a closet and all the memories of the abuse came flooding back. Samantha started screaming for someone to help her, to get her out. After four minutes, she sat down and started to shake and sweat.

       More time went by, Samantha had no idea how long she sat in that closet. She heard a thud from outside of the closet. Then, the door opened. A man she did not recognize stood there, turned on the light in the closet and helped her stand up.

       “My name is Eric and I am going to help you break out of here. I don’t have time to explain everything right now. Michelle and Natasha are here with me. If we are going to escape, I need you to listen to me and not ask questions, ok?” asked Eric.

       Samantha nodded yes (she managed to finish dressing before her panic attack sunk in). Samantha followed Eric out of the closet and was overwhelmed to see Michelle and Natasha standing there, they hugged each other. Samantha noticed Max knocked out and laying face down on the floor. Eric took the keys from Max’s belt and used it to call the elevator. Samantha noticed that Michelle was dressed in a sorority outfit with Greek letter blouse and her hair dyed purple and Natasha was dressed in a Girl Scout uniform. Samantha thought they were both dressed funny, but this was no time to worry about that now. The elevator doors opened and all four stepped inside. Max pressed the button for the 13th floor (the highest floor in the building). The elevator doors closed and everything seemed calm, for the time being.

       “The note that I got, was that you…?” asked Michelle.

       “Who else?” said Eric with a wink aimed at Michelle.

The elevator door opened a moment later and an angry looking Agent Y stood on the other side.

       Agent Y went to reach for the gun in his holster, at the same time Eric delivered a kick to the agent’s nose. Agent Y leaned back and covered his bloody nose. Eric took out a tazer, turned it on and pressed it to the agent’s chest. Agent Y shock for a few seconds and then fell to the floor.

       “Don’t just stand there looking scared, we need to go to the roof” said Eric.

       Eric led the ladies to the roof via a staircase. A hang glider sat on one end of the roof. The four of them made a few steps toward the hang glider and then they heard the cock of a gun behind them.

       “Stop right there or I’ll shoot all of you where you stand!” yelled Sergei.

       Eric and the women turned around to face Sergei. Sergei had a handgun pointed the group that was trying to escape. The three ladies had terrified expressions on their faces and looked to Eric for hope. Eric grabbed Sergei’s wrist (the one holding the gun) and then clocked Sergei on the chin with his elbow. Sergei fell to his knees and dropped the gun. Eric picked up the gun and then pistol whipped Sergei across the head. Sergei fell onto his back and was holding his head.

       “Girls, kick the shit out of this loser” said Eric.

       The three ladies huddled around Sergei and started kicking the living daylights out of Sergei. His face become bloody and three ribs were broken. The ladies thought they heard Sergei say something about how Eric went too far, and how this was not supposed to happen.

       “Take your fucking ring back, and burn in hell mother fucker!” said Samantha and she took off the ring that Sergei once gave her and threw it at him.

       “Girls, that’s enough, we need to get on the hang glider, they’re looking for us”. Said Eric.

       The four of them were getting into the hang glider harness when more guards were coming onto the roof. With no game plan, the four of them made a running start of the opposite end of the roof and by sheer luck; it took off without a hitch. The guards came close to catching them.

       The hang glider flew over the city. It was night, so all they could see was street lights below them and darkness ahead. Natasha’s long blonde hair blew in the breeze. Samantha, who was harnessed to Eric’s right, gave him a kiss on the check.

       “That’s for helping us escape, you’re a hero” said Samantha.

       “Yes, you are so brave to take down those men” said Natasha.

       “Don’t thank me just yet, I’m going to tell you right now, I am going to land this in the ocean near the shore, and then we are going to run along the beach. I have a boat waiting for us. If we are lucky they won’t catch us before we make it out of the city” said Eric.        

       Just as Eric said, he steered the glider away from the city lights and over the beach. The glider veered down and to the left. Eric reminded the girls to hold on tight. The nose of the glider pointed down toward the ocean and a minute later crashed into the ocean. Eric was ready for it, undid his harness and then untied the girl’s harness. The water was really cold and the girls held each other for warmth.

       “I know the water is cold, but we need to swim for the beach, the harbor is about a half mile down.” Said Eric.

       The four of them swam to the beach. By the time they got there, they were tired, thirsty and just trying to catch their breath.

       “If the harbor is a half mile away, why not just fly the glider closer to it?” asked Michelle.

       “That’s why!” said Eric, pointing up at a helicopter in air, in the distance.

       Eric started running down the beach and the ladies followed him. Eric just escaped a high security institution with three inmates. A large chunk of the cities law enforcement was looking for them now and that included helicopters with floodlights. Four people running along a beach at night was less visible than the only hang glider in the sky with a 20 foot wing span. Eric and his escapee women finally made it to the harbor, they were panting and tired, but they were still free. Eric found his boat and directed the girls to get on board. It was a 35’ footer with a cabin built for two, with a small kitchen and a smaller bathroom. It was either a nice fishing boat or a bachelor’s yacht. Eric was untying the rope that fastened the boat to the dock, when he heard footsteps and dog barks approaching very quickly. Someone at the harbor saw them and called the police. Eric got onboard his boat and saw five cops and two police dogs, they were checking out the boats. Once of the police men aimed his light at Eric’s face and the police started making their way toward his boat. Eric dashed into the captain’s chair, turned on the ignition and piloted the boat away. He heard the police officers swearing in the distance.

       Several hours later…

       Eric woke at sunrise. He rubbed his eyes and opened them again. He was so exhausted from his rushed escape that he forgot to turn off the engine and fell asleep while heading northwest and far from the city he left behind. Eric turned off the engine stretched and gazed at his view of the horizon. He had his freedom, his boat and three gorgeous ladies as his crew. Only one thing could make this morning better. He reached into his pocket, took out a key, opened his private mini fridge and took out a cold beer. No boat was complete without a stash of beers. Eric twisted the cap off the bottle and took a long sip to wash out the taste of morning breath and yesterday’s salt water. There was a knock on the door from one of his crew mates. Eric wanted to make his stash last, so he put his beer away and locked the fridge.

       “Come in, the door is open” said Eric.

       All three ladies walked in, single file wearing nothing but their birthday suits.

       “To what do I owe the pleasure?” asked a wide-eyed Eric.

       Michelle walked over to Eric, pressed a finger to his lips and she seductively shushed him. She took him by the hand and guided him to his feet. Samantha got behind Eric, reached around him and unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans. Michelle used her nimble fingers to unbutton Eric’s shirt. A moment later, Eric stepped out of his shoes and pants and was now naked and at full mast. Michelle got on her knees and started sucking Eric’s cock. She stopped when it was red and throbbing. Michelle stood up took Eric by the shoulder and guided him to the bed, where Natasha was laying, legs spread open for him. Before the anti-celebrity law, Eric had a sexy picture of Natasha on the desktop of his computer monitor. He made one of his wettest fantasies come true by climbing on her and fucking her. Natasha wrapped her legs around his butt, her heels digging into his lower back each time he thrusted into her. He shot his load into her, she screamed and he turned over and was spent. Samantha lowered her head between his legs and took his entire cock and balls in her mouth (you need to have a wide mouth to be a good singer) and polished his junk to a nice shine. He laid there for a minute, catching his breath. Soon the girls started licking him and he got another hard on. This time Michelle straddled him and fucked him. Her perky boobs made a wet flop sound as they bounced up and down; she was riding him hard and good. He orgasmed again and Michelle laid on top of him. The four of them cuddled up on the small bed.

       Eric laid there with his eyes closed, but did not fall asleep. He thought back to how he was an actor before the anti-celebrity law and how it angered him to have to leave his career behind. Granted he was a soap opera actor and not very famous, but it was his career dammit. After the A-C law was passed, he went into banking and then made a lot of money in the stock market. Those earnings, plus what he saved from being an actor and having only a small apartment, he was able to arrange the girls escape. See, he didn’t really break the girls out; it was all a charade, a hoax. He paid the institution some money to orchestrate a break out. The tazer he used on Agent Y was just a prop, Max was just pretending to be knocked out and the guards/police deliberately did not catch them, but just pretended to try. As for Sergei, the deal was to just knock the gun out of his hand and turn it on him. However, Eric thought Sergei was a jerk and the ladies would be more appreciative to him if he encouraged the three of them to beat the crap out of him (and apparently, it worked). It was some of the best acting Eric had ever done.

       Eric agreed in contract to never return to that city, it would look funny if a man who helped inmates escape from a prison was walking around a free man. He would dock his boat up the coast, about 200 miles north and sell the women to a bounty hunter he knew that looked for and captured celebrity outlaws. He knew he could probably squeeze on or two more gratitude fucks out of the ladies, but he knew that even gratitude has its limits and the women would eventually leave him. The money he would make would be more than what his little prank cost him. He would take that money and start a new life in an island out in Bermuda, away from oppressive anti-celebrity laws. He would get a regular job with regular friends. And when he is throwing back drinks with his new friends, and they ask him what he did before he moved to Bermuda, he can say he was just a lucky guy who got to fuck not just one, but three gorgeous celebrities.