Chapter 9 - Re-education
The delectable Chrissy Tansman was strapped nude into the electroshock
chair. The naked newsreader squirmed frantically, but futilely, as Mei Ling
attached electrodes to the most sensitive portions of her anatomy. The seat of
the chair was like a toilet seat, granting access to her moist, intimate
orifices. Chrissy grunted as the vaginal, anal and urethral electroshock probes
were inserted and buried deep. As instructed, Chrissy listened in appalled
silence as Mei Ling spelled it out for her.
"After you and the rest of the Production Team responsible for The China
Reports have been suitably humbled and made fully aware of the wrongness of
being critical of the Chinese government, after you have endorsed it's long term
Communist goal of taking over the world for the good of all mankind, you'll have
a lot to do. The Minister will want you all to atone and apologize repeatedly
for the grave affront you have offered him and his esteemed government. They
already control well over half the population of planet earth. Such people will
not be mocked and defied. You were stupid and arrogant to do so."
"After you and the rest of the team have been 're-educated', performed your
acts of atonement and made repeated apologies, you will have to figure out a way
to right your wrong and counteract the bad impression you have made. Since the
production that caused all this damage was yours, you will be responsible for
coming up with the counterbalancing idea. In the meantime, we'll have to start
your re-education right now."
This, of course, was pure bullshit. They were at the Tender Willow Clinic to
be ground down pitilessly into the finest ratshit. Mei Ling liked stringing them
along, keeping them focussed and trying hard to please as long as possible,
participating and co-operating fully in their degradation and humiliation in the
foolish hope that there might be light at the end of the tunnel. The only light
at the end of the tunnel was the headlight of the on-coming freight train coming
to crush them mercilessly.
By the time that Mei Ling had finished wiring her up, pretty blond Chrissy
was sweating nicely.
"Lets just see if everything's working!"
Mei Ling tested the controls. Chrissy's naked body convulsed violently
against the restraining straps. She screamed with each short, sharp jolt of
current, intimately applied. Drops of perspiration sprayed from her erect,
fear-hardened nipples. Mei Ling smiled.
"Excellent! Now, Chrissy, let's see if you know who the greatest man in the
world is."
Karl Marx? Lenin? Chairman Mao? Panting hard, lovely Chrissy began
frantically racking her airhead brains for the 'correct' answer. It would be the
first of many long, hard, agonizing sessions of 'educational' electroshock
therapy for the pretty newsreading bimbo.
Mei Ling would make it painfully clear to all of them for the rest of their
short, miserable lives that, despite being in the news business and having all
the evidence in front of them, they had really, truly understood nothing at all
about how the real world works.
