Author: slaveboyusa                                

e-mail: slaveboyusa@yahoo.com

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.  

       

       

       

       

Title: Re-education     part 2

Author: slaveboyusa        

E-mail: slaveboyusa@yahoo.com

Date: 4/22/10

       Michelle Li will never forget watching her friend Samantha Ambers getting raped by Agent Y and humiliated by Agent X. She can’t forget it, because she has spent the last month watching it happen every day for the last month on a monitor suspended from the high ceiling in her cell. The agents know how long she has been in there, but Michelle lost track of time after 10 days, these things happen when date and time have no meaning (and you have no communication with the outside world). Michelle was starting to worry that no one was looking for her. When you get raped by someone and you can’t even call the police to protect your rights that usually means you are in prison.

       Michelle Li is a 25-year old Asian-American actress. Her parents put in long hours at their dry cleaning business to send their only daughter to Julliard acting school (she earned it be keeping a 4.0 gpa in high school, after all, someone in the family had to go to college). After college, she put in her time, as a teacher and doing voice acting for corny children cartoons.  She finally broke into the big time by staring in her first off Broadway play and it was her first and last success. The next morning, following her big debut, she opened the newspaper to disheartening news. A new piece of legislation was passed and it called for the end of the entertainment business. She called her manager, who confirmed her worst nightmares. Broadway and all other theater venues are to be shut down (not to mention all entertainment venues for now on). He wished her well, and said it was a pleasure doing business with her, but there was nothing he could do to save her acting career. It wasn’t fair. Her parents were immigrants who toiled and sweated to put her through a prestigious college. She worked hard to overcome the negative stereotypes of Asian women, going as far as turning down modeling work and the easy money that came with it, because she refused to be seen as a sex object. Her parents deserved better. She deserved better.

       “How are your wrists feeling, Ms. Li?” asked Agent Y into the 2-way intercom.

       “How are your balls, after I kicked them?” asked Michelle.

       This was a conversation that goes back. The third time Agent Y raped Michelle; she managed to give him a good kick to the cajoles. He was “out of the game” for about a week after that. From that point on, Michelle was tied down, before being raped. Agent Y found the roughest material possible for the wrist straps. Michelle’s cell looked just like Natasha’s (in fact, all the cells on that floor looked and functioned the same), except for the two O rings on the wall that were specially built for Michelle. This was ideal for strapping Michelle spread eagle against the cold and rough texture wall, and doing what Agent Y and his old army buddies would have called a “ramdoggle”.  A 2-part word that translates to, to ram, as in with great force and doggle as in to fuck like a horny dog. It wasn’t poetry, but just because you are in the service and being shipped out all the time, doesn’t mean you have less needs.

       Michelle has not had a shower, or even been allowed to wash her hands since she has been in her cell. Agent Y kind of liked the way her stink and his sweet filled the air, when he raped her. It brought back fond memories of his days in the battlefield. Michelle however felt gross. Her hair was literally standing up on its own it was so filthy. In fact, the only time Michelle was allowed to “freshen up”, was on days that she was offered to wear purple eye shadow, and in exchange, she was promised 3 hot meals and something cold to drink. Michelle hating wearing eye shadow, it made her look and feel like a whore and the agents knew this. Agent X called it positive reinforcement. Agent Y said he liked his whores to look their best.

       “Michelle, wasn’t Kelly Hu a great actress? I really enjoyed that really old movie. What was it called, oh yeah, The Scorpion King? Especially the bath scene” said Agent Y.

       “Kelly Hu was nothing but a B-level actress who flaunted her body. I would never do that” said Michelle.

       “Do what, Michelle?” asked Agent X.

       “Willingly show off my body, become a sex symbol for men to drool over” said Michelle.

       “Would you consent to be a whore, to make sure your parents never have to see footage of you being raped?” asked Agent X through the intercom.

       Michelle Li became very quiet and serious looking.        

       “I know your parents worked 6 days a week, 12 hour days to put you through college, and we know it would break their heart, if they were to see you being raped, and even worst, it was presented and packaged as a porn film. How would your parents feel Michelle? If your parents thought you have became a porn star, having rough sex with strange men for money? Remember, they are aware that the entertainment sector in this country is outlawed, but for all they know, you sought another line of work. Don’t let them think that line of work is selling your body. Wouldn’t that just break their hearts?” asked Agent X through the intercom.

       “You leave my parents alone!” Michelle yelled.

       “You have our word; we will not hurt a hair on your parents. But we are prepared to take 3 hours of footage of you having sex sessions with me, Sergei and the several other men that paid for the privilege, package it as a porn movie, and send several copies to all your family members, former classmates, former professors, friends and former employers. You will make every former actress that ever showed skin, look like a saint.” said Agent Y through the intercom.

       Michelle had to work hard to hold back her tears. The last thing she needed was for her family to think that their little A+ student was a slut fucking for a living. At the same time, she didn’t want to show weakness. Michelle was strong when she didn’t get into the sorority she wanted to get into. She was strong when she turned down the bikini modeling job that would have paid her enough to get her own apartment when she was sharing a studio apartment with a slob of a girl who kept eating her top ramen. She sure as hell wasn’t going to quit being strong now.

       “There is only one thing we need to know. Can we trust you, to follow our orders for the entire day, and in exchange, we will make sure that no one outside this compound sees footage of you having sex?” asked Agent X through the intercom.

       Michelle nodded her head vigorously.

       “For now on, to say yes or show that you agree, do your best submissive girl bow, do it now for us” said Agent Y through the intercom.

       Michelle stood there, looking uncertain.

       “Do it now, or we’ll show your sex footage to your friends Natasha and Samantha” said Agent X.

       Like clockwork, Michelle brought her arms to her side, lowered her face and bent at the waist. Her perky boobs hung like 2 perfect eggs. It was an 8/10, it would have been a 10/10, if her hair didn’t look like Medusa and her beaver looked like a yard after weeds attacked it.

       Agent Y turned off the intercom and turned to his partner.

       “So, let me get this straight. You say this is a skinner box?” asked Agent Y.

       “Yes. Here is how it basically works. You put a mouse in a cage. You reward the mouse with a food pellet when it does a desired action, like press a lever, or run on a wheel. The more times the behavior is rewarded, the more frequent the behavior comes, and the opposite is true. The desired behavior we want in the women in the re-education institution, is to become obedient whores, domestic servants or whatever else would work” said Agent X.

       “They do whorish things, and we make sure they have semi-sanitary conditions and food” said Agent Y.

       “B.F Skinner would have been proud” said Agent X.

        The Agents turn on the 2-way intercom again.

       “Michelle would you like to take a shower?” asked Agent X.

       Michelle gave a submissive bow.

       A wall panel turned and a jar of peanut butter sitting on a shelf appeared. Michelle looked confused.

       “Michelle I want you to take the jar of peanut butter and sit in front of the door and then I want you to open your legs and spread the peanut butter on your inner thighs” said Agent X.

       Michelle hesitated and contemplated asking why, and then realized she was not in a position to negotiate. She did exactly as she was told; she has been deliberately kept naked for the purpose of priming her for this experiment.

       “You will be allowed to take a shower, once you complete this simple task. Once you are done spreading the peanut butter, a cat will be let into the room. The cat will lick the peanut butter off your thighs. If you so much as squirm or try to push the cat away, you will be denied a shower” said Agent X.

       Michelle now had a worried look on her face.

       “Come now Michelle, try to enjoy it” said Agent Y.

       Michelle did as she was told. The spread of peanut butter on Michelle’s inner thigh looked like an arrow pointing at a specific location, the sexual equivalent of a neon sign. A grey cat walked in, who happened to have a fondness for peanut butter (wasn’t trained to like it, just happened to be spotted licking some peanut butter of the floor one day. In fact, that’s what inspired this experiment). The cat picked up the scent and the sight of the delicious, nutty flavor and went straight for its prize. The cat’s sandpaper tongue tickled Michelle’s sensitive thigh. She wasn’t a stranger to sex anymore (before being raped by Sergei, she was an endangered species, a woman who wanted to save herself for the right man, she was a virgin before being put in the cell), but it was the slow and gentle tickling that drove her up the wall. The kitty started licking the peanut butter on the right thigh, just above the knee and working its way in. Michelle thought she was clever, spreading a lot of it, so that it looked like she was really trying to do the job well, but she couldn’t have calculated that it would just prolong the torture. Michelle had beads of sweat drip down her red face, her heaving breasts and her moist vagina. Michelle wanted to kick that damn cat away. The cat was getting really close to her vagina, so much so that its whiskers were tickling the inner thigh of both legs. Michelle starting breathing harder, this seemed to encourage the cat.

       Needless to say, Michelle needed some “relief” right about now. Good things cats like tuna, and better that cat’s respond to scent. The cat puts its tongue to work on the soft skin of Michelle’s vagina. Michelle was a strong girl, a very strong girl, but even strong girls have needs. Michelle’s weak arms slid to the ground and her back rested on the floor, allowing her to spread her legs wider and the cat too really get in deep. Michelle felt good, but not from an orgasm. After a month of suffering gang bangs from boys and men over the last month, a cat’s tongue would hardly do the job. She felt good because she was going to get a shower. She was strong enough to do the task and earn a shower. She didn’t mind if she had to let a cat use her womanly parts as a dish and somehow felt not completely degraded, when she moved her vagina around to make sure the cat’s tongue touched her most sensitive parts.

       The cat left the room from the little door that it came in after giving Michelle’s cunt a 10-minute tongue bath. Michelle sat up and thought that she should be mad or somehow bothered by what happened. Did she enjoy being used inappropriately; was she just doing what had to be done? So many questions.  

       A wall panel turned and on the other side was a shower with soaps and shampoos. Michelle was eager to take a shower, and that’s the exact response the Agents wanted to see. Michelle really enjoyed her shower, and wanted to wrap a towel around her, so at least it felt like she was dressed, but the agents told her to put the towel into a laundry drop. She was naked again, but at least she doesn’t have saliva and excess peanut butter on her thighs anymore.

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

       Michelle gave her signature bow.

       A package dropped from a shaft in the ceiling. It was her new outfit, but Michelle could not have known that, and she wanted to be obedient and pass all the tasks. The agents smiled when Michelle hesitated to rip open the package and get dressed; it meant she has at least learned to wait for commands.

       “That content of that package is your new outfit. You will recognize it right away, it looks exactly like the outfit that the girls wore in the sorority that you wanted to get into at college, but was not accepted into. You may get dressed now” said Agent X.

Michelle opened the package and put on the: blue skirt, white blouse with a Greek symbol on the right breast pocket, a blue hair tie (if a girl in that sorority had long hair, she had to have it tied back) black dress shoes and socks, and white bra and panties. The clothes felt good, even had that fresh out of the washing machine smell.

“You will walk out the door and take a right down the hallway. Go through the door at the end, and don’t try to run away, all the other doors are locked and we have cameras. That room that you will enter is designed to look exactly like a sorority house. It is not the sorority you wanted to join; it’s a mock one called Phi Kappa. In that room are 3 ladies that are senior members of Phi Kappa. It is your final task to join Phi Kappa. Once you enter the room, take a seat on the couch and wait for the other ladies to join you. They are the senior members and you have to do what they say to join. If you are successful in joining, no one will see that video. Fail, and know that all your family members will know you are a whore and lose any and all respect for you” said Agent Y through the intercom.

Michelle walked out of her room and walked down the hallway. The agents turned off their intercom and watched Michelle’s actions through the monitors. They would chime in when they needed to. Agent Y turned to Agent X and asked if there should be some kind of punishment for Michelle not bowing when given an order. Agent Y reminded Agent X that Michelle always struggled when she was raped. Her defenses are wearing down; she is starting to be more obedient. The agents have leverage on her now.

Michelle walked through the door she was told to go through and found herself in the living room of what was a nice looking living quarters. A large painting of a Greek symbol, matching the one on her blouse, hanged above the fire place. One of the walls had a book shelf that was lined with academic books. The other wall had a brown leather coach for four people. A door on the left had a sign that said “bathroom” and the door on the right had a sign that said “rooms”. Michelle took a seat on the couch.

Three ladies came from the door right and walked into the center of the living room. They all looked at Michelle. Two of the girls laughed and covered their mouths and the oldest looking one smiled devilishly.

The oldest looking one was a blonde girl named Natalie. In terms of age, her looks put her a day after high school graduation. She was dressed just like Michelle (everyone in the room was). Natalie had perky boobs, well sculpted legs and a round face that allowed her to give a nice big grin. She is an upper-class English woman who thought it would be “lovely” to go to college abroad. Her rich father also arranged for her to take part in this sadistic experiment. Natalie had an ego that couldn’t fit in most rooms. She was too excited to learn that she would get a chance to humiliate a former actress.

The other two girls are brunette twins. They are part of the experiment, because they get to watch, and help with disciplining Michelle. There is something surreal about twins wearing the same outfit, don’t you agree? They are younger than Natalie, and that is the point. What could be more humiliating than being bossed around and abused by people younger and weaker than you? Their names are Kate and Jane.

“Get off that couch and stand up you Cow. Why are you in our sorority house?” asked Natalie in a thick British accent, indicating her and the girls behind her.

Michelle stood up and explained that she wants to join Phi Kappa.

“How did you hear about Phi Kappa? We are a private sorority.” said Kate

“I happened to walk in, and I recognized the Greek symbol above the fireplace. I knew I wanted to join right away” said Michelle thinking on her feet.

“And where did you get that Phi Kappa blouse?” asked Jane.

“I….I found it in my dorm and it was the only clean thing I had to wear” said Michelle.

“Liar, you stole it, didn’t you!” said Jane.

“Yes, I stole it” said Michelle, figuring it would be easier to play along.

“Well, then Ms. I steal clothes that aren’t mine. Take it off right now or I’m calling campus police and having you arrested as a pervert” said Natalie, referring to the guards in the compound.

“You can’t be serious. You want me to take this blouse of right here?” asked Michelle.

“No, of course not you dim witted bimbo I was joking, that wouldn’t be polite. We here at Phi Kappa are more civilized than that. Let me introduce you to the sorority. My name is Natalie and these girls here are Kate and Jane, each girl doing a curtsey as their name was called to let Michelle know who was which. And you are?” asked Natalie.

“My name is Michelle and I wish to join Phi Kappa” said Michelle.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Michelle. Now, let me tell you this in a polite way. Michelle, take off that shirt or I will have Kate and Jane do it for you. Is that better?” asked Natalie.

Michelle’s face was flush; she has never been so embarrassed. Was this sprite of a girl telling her to undress on the spot? How dare she?

“Can I at least borrow one of your shirts?” asked Michelle.

Natalie had a bothered expression on her face and took out her cell phone. Michelle quickly realized she was failing the task she was given. Michelle unbuttoned the blouse as fast as she could, folded it and walked over to Natalie to give the blouse to her.

“No you bitch. I want you to kneel in the opposite corner of the room and walk on your knees over to me, with the blouse in your mouth and give it to me that way.” Said Natalie.

Michelle didn’t have to think twice, she kneeled in the corner and put the blouse in her mouth. This task was hard for 2 reasons. One the floor was hard wood and hurt her knees and two the skirt went past her knees, so she had to lift the skirt so her knees wouldn’t trip over it. The walk was murder on her knees, but she managed. Good thing she wasn’t wearing lipstick, least she leave a stain on the shirt. Michelle lifted her chin to offer the blouse up to Natalie. Natalie awarded Michelle with a slap across the face, Jane and Kate laughed in response. Michelle dropped the blouse from her mouth and had an angry look on her face. How dare this British brat slap her? She is (correction, use to be) a respectable actress, she was not going to take this.

“Pick up the shirt with your mouth” demanded Natalie.

Michelle was too angry to move, she just scowled at Natalie.

Natalie thought about slapping her again, but thought of a more appropriate reaction.

“Stand up” said Natalie in a more relaxed tone of voice.

Michelle was pissed off and wanted to smack this little bitch. Standing up was a first step.

“I’ve decided to let you petition to join Phi Kappa. Now take off your panties, not your skirt, just the underwear” said Natalie, enjoying looking into Michelle’s angry eyes.

Thinking that she got a foot in the door, Michelle quickly took off her panties. She managed to slide them off without revealing anything. Michelle kept her solid stare at Natalie.

“Your first task is to drop your panties on the floor and go lay down on the middle of the floor” said Natalie.

Michelle did exactly like she was told. The floor was cold on her nearly bare back. Natalie picked up Michelle’s panties off the floor and stuffed them in Michelle’s mouth. It was obvious that Michelle was very upset right now, you can hear her breathing hard through her nose.

“This is the proper way to discipline little bitches that don’t do as they are told by their superiors” said Natalie to Jane and Kate, while taking off her skirt and revealing crotchless panties.

Natalie stood over Michelle’s head, with her visible vagina directly over Michelle’s face.

“I had a lot of tea today, and I really need to take a pissa’h” said Natalie.

It took a second for it to dawn on Michelle what was about to happen, and when she did, her eyes opened and she screamed through her panties. Natalie released a golden shower all over Michelle’s face. At first Michelle tried to stand up, but Natalie pinned Michelle down by standing on Michelle’s shoulders. Natalie had a very full bladder and poured every last drop on Michelle. The three ladies that were standing laughed really hard, the kind of laughter where you close your eyes and bend over a little. The kind of laughter where you wonder that, if you had been drinking milk, would it come out your nose? Natalie shaked her vagina a bit to get the last drops of urine of her. Natalie thought about making some cliché comment about “cooling her off”, but decided that looking down on Michelle with a smug look on her face was just as satisfying (to her). Natalie’s finale was to do a squat and hang her ass about 6 inches over Michelle’s nose and rip a loud fart. Natalie, Jane and Kate laughed harder than they ever laughed before. The stench would have burned Michelle’s eyes, if they urine wasn’t already.

Michelle starting sobbing. She has never been degraded like this. All the rude comments, all the back talking that girls do, can never compare to the humiliation of being peed on (or farted on for that matter). The urine felt acidic. It burned her nostrils, her mouth and her scalp. What has she become? A diaper for other people to act out their piss fetish? Michelle was sobbing, because she wasn’t strong anymore. Michelle Li is now a diaper, a soaking wet and smelly diaper.

“On your hands and knees bitch, you’re going to clean this mess up” commanded Natalie.

Michelle did as she was told and waited patiently. She had a complacent look on her face. Jane walked up beside Michelle and ripped Michelle’s skirt off and threw it over the puddle of pee. Jane instructed Michelle to mop up the piss and Michelle did.

“Go to the bathroom, take all your clothes with you, throw your clothes away in the waste basket and take a shower. You’re stinking up our nice sorority house” said Jane.

“And you better not get a drop of pee on the floor, or I’m going to kick your ass” said Kate.

Michelle followed the orders right away. She walked faster when she Kate threatened her. The agents were still watching from their separate observation room. They were smiling, because they could see the conditioning of Michelle was going swimmingly.

Michelle went into the bathroom and threw her soaked clothes away immediately. The first thing she looked for was some mouth was and she found it in the medicine cabinet. She took the bottle of mouth wash, poured some in her mouth and gargled. When she picked up the bottle, she noticed a note under the bottle of mouth wash. Michelle spit out the wash and picked up the note and read it.

“To Michelle Li. I can’t tell you who I am or how you can contact me, but I can tell you that I am watching you and I will rescue you from this institution. What they are doing is wrong and I can’t stand by idly while innocent members of the entertainment community are abused. I beg you to be patient and destroy this note once you read it; no one can know I am trying to save you. I will contact you again in the near future. Take care”.

Michelle tore the note into small pieces and flushed it down the toilet. It gave her some hope to know that someone was looking out for her. She took a shower and dried off. Was she allowed to wear a towel, was she supposed to go into the living room naked? At this point her feelings didn’t matter, might as well do what the other women would want. It’s not like she had any dignity to save. Michelle walked into the living room butt naked. The other ladies were talking amongst themselves.

“Phi Kappa had a meeting and we decided we will let you try out for the sorority. Jane and Kate are going to double team you. You are going to be on your hands and knees while one of the girls is going to fuck you in the ass and the other is kneel in front of you and you are going to eat out her vagina. If you agree, bow for us” said Natalie.

Michelle gave a bow, just like she performed for the agents. Michelle got on her hands and knees in the middle of the room. She could hear one of the girls putting something on, it was the sound of putting on the harness of the strap-on. Jane appeared in front of Michelle and she took off her skirt and panties. Jane kneeled in front of Michelle and pushed her face into her vagina. Michelle’s face was forced into the girl’s crotch and her nose was pressed shut from being tucked inside the tight vagina. Michelle had to open her mouth to breath.

“Use your tongue to service me slut” said Jane.

Michelle pulled her nose out a little and lifted her chin so she could lick the vagina. Michelle’s tongue slipped in and out easily. Jane was expecting this and was pre-wet. Michelle could hear someone else kneel behind her.

It was Kate wearing a strap on. The lubricated end poked like a curious finger at the opening of Michelle’s ass (Michelle lost her anal virginity to a broom stick on her second day in her cell). Kate grabbed Michelle’s hips with her warm hands and slowly inserted the strap-on dildo. Michelle tensed when it went it. The dildo was cold and slick, like being fucked by an icicle. Kate responded by giving Michelle a pinch on the ass. Michelle relaxed and the rubber train entered the station. Kate started pumping Michelle’s ass, which lifted a little each time the dildo went in and relaxed every time it went out.

       Michelle was busy licking Jane’s vagina like a dog. Jane started to moan and her girl juices started to drip all over Michelle’s face.

       “Lick my juices, I want to hear you swallow my girl cum” said Jane.

       Kate plunged the dildo deep into Michelle’s ass. Kate reached around Michelle’s hips and shoved two fingers into her moist vagina and starting pressing them in and pulling out in a sensuous way. Michelle was getting hot and bothered. The smell of Jane’s twat was turning her on and all she could think of was having an orgasm.

       Michelle couldn’t stand it anymore, so she took one of her hands and starting masturbating herself, and it felt damn good. She was so horny; it took less than a minute to orgasm. Her scream was muffled by Jane’s vagina. Michelle lowered her head; she was exhausted and was spent for the moment. Jane’s vagina juice was dripping into her hair, but she didn’t care. It was a better fuck than the one’s she has been having for the last 30 days. The 3 women took 5 and then Jane and Kate switched positions and did the sex act over again.

…to be continued.

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.