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Subject: {ASSM} The Re-educator ( Part 2 ) By Katzmarek ( nc, oral, teen, sp )
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The Re-educator 02
By Katzmarek
Authors Note.
This is entirely a work of fiction and does not necessarily
reflect the author's views or opinions. It remains the author's
property and may not be used for gain without the author's
express permission. The author does not necessarily condone any
of the activities described in this work.
(Part 2)
Harriet and her daughter Georgette tried to make the most of camp
life. Harriet began to work out who were the nice guards and who
were the sadists. She decided the women guards were to be avoided
where possible.
They shared a barrack room with 30 other internees. They each had
a two-story bunk each. She insisted Georgette took the top bunk,
figuring that she would be safer.
They were roused each morning at 6 am and made to line up in the
cold outside for 'muster.' This was followed with breakfast,
which was always the same thin porridge, then allowed to have
showers.
Curiously, only women guards supervised shower time, Harriet
expected some of the more lascivious males to accompany them. She
suspected some of the female's sexual proclivities.
After showering the women were given assignments. This could mean
the laundry, or sewing uniforms or working in the nearby fields.
The camp was supposed to be self-sufficient and was surrounded by
farmland growing a variety of crops, and raising some dairy
herds. In reality the camp seemed short of supplies and
everything was rationed.
In the afternoon women were taken away in groups for
'punishment.' Eventually all of the internees were to be punished
in this way at least once. Additionally extra punishment could be
handed out for various indiscretions. These were done mostly on
the whim of the camp guards. Therefore, internees soon learnt
whom of the guards to avoid.
Surprisingly to Harriet, neither she nor her daughter had been
selected for punishment yet. After staring down that dreadful
little man of a commandant, she expected punishment straight
away, but the call hadn't come. Perhaps she'd bested the man.
During the afternoon she watched the newly punished being
returned to the barracks and heard the stories. Some told tales
of having been raped by the commandant or his officers or
otherwise molested by the guards of either sex. The victims were
mostly young and pretty and Harriet felt relieved that she was
neither.
She was terrified for her daughter, however, until she found out
that only those over 18 were to be so treated. Nevertheless she
kept a careful watch over Georgette and determined that she would
protect her, no matter what. She hoped they could find a way out
before Georgette had to endure that dreadful, humiliating
treatment.
Hammond knew that most of the guards had their 'pets.' It was one
of the 'perks' of the job, but he tried to discourage too much
fraternising. Human nature being what it was, in reality there
was little he could do and it wasn't a high priority, anyhow.
'Exchanges' were taking place almost as soon as the camp was set
up. The women of the ruling class could suck cock with the best
of them and could whore themselves just as well as the ladies of
the night. Better treatment, the choice assignments and more food
rations could always be swapped for a little 'servicing.'
"I have here a report from your supervisor, Internee Wainwright.
She reports that you refused laundry duty on Wednesday. That is a
very serious charge. What have you to say for yourself?"
Hammond peered at the 18-year-old, raven-haired beauty in his
most stern expression. She looked at her lap, squirming in her
seat opposite him.
"Well, speak up?"
"I was too sore... I was caned."
"You can wash clothes standing up," Hammond said, trying to
conceal his amusement.
"I'm sorry... I," the girl mumbled.
"It's not good enough," Hammond said, getting to his feet. He
picked up his riding crop and began to swish it around,
menacingly.
The girl went wide-eyed and her face froze.
"Please don't," she said, pleadingly.
"Please don't what?"
"Beat me... don't hit me again... please."
Hammond stood next to the girl. Putting his hand on the girl's
cheek he gently turned her face towards him. Her dark brown eyes
looked up at him briefly then flicked away.
"What do you think about me, hmm?" he asked her.
The girl looked confused.
"Hate perhaps, or fear and loathing? Perhaps you think I have a
weak moral character? That I take delight in torturing helpless
women?"
The girl remained silent.
"I don't like what I sometimes have to do, you know? It's my duty
to make good citizens out of you and you must learn discipline.
You're sore, I know, but it is nothing to what working class
women have had to endure, day by day. I'm a compassionate man,
um, what is your name?"
"Isabelle," the girl told him.
"Isabelle, what a nice name. Tell me, how are your injuries?"
"Better... thanks."
"Show me?"
"What?"
"I need to see whether you're fit for work."
"Oh... you're not going to... hit me?"
"That depends on whether you can obey instructions," Hammond told
her.
Reluctantly the girl got up and slowly pulled the waistband of
her sweatpants away at the back. Hammond peered down, examining
the top of her bottom. He could see there was still some welts
visible.
Hammond moved in close behind her putting his hands on the girl's
shoulders. Lowering his voice, he moved close to her right ear
and said,
"More, I want to see all of your injuries."
Isabelle shivered at his touch. Swallowing in fear she slowly
lowered the back of her pants to the top of her thighs. Hammond
ran his fingertips down over her cheeks causing the girl to
tremble. Caressing her cheeks he insinuated a finger into her
cleft and pushed it down between her legs to the entrance to her
vagina.
The girl gasped at the touch and leant forward towards the desk.
She braced herself with her arms.
"Maybe we can work something out," Hammond said into her ear, "it
doesn't have to be horrible for you. In fact, it could be
mutually... ah, beneficial."
Hammond pushed his finger into her vaginal opening, as if to
prove a point.
"I'm sure you have other talents than doing laundry, no?"
The 18-year-old had her eyes closed, she continued to swallow.
Hammond took her hand off the desk and put it on the front of his
trousers. As the girl opened her eyes he could see they were
filled with tears.
"Sit down," he commanded. The girl sat.
"Open my pants," he ordered.
With trembling fingers she attempted to comply. Tears were now
streaming from her eyes. She let out a sob.
"Oh now, what's the matter?" Hammond asked her in a softer
voice.
"I... I... don't want to... (Sob) do... this."
"You'd rather the punishment room?" Hammond said.
The girl shook her head.
"Good," Hammond said, then pulled the girl's face against his
crotch.
'She's such a pretty thing,' Hammond thought as he finished
undoing his fly. 'Such lovely dark eyes.'
"Put it in your mouth," he told her, waving his erect cock in her
face.
Isabelle looked like she was about to be sick, but Hammond pushed
his erection between her lips. The girl flinched as he slid
himself into her mouth.
"That's it... give it a good sucking... just like a lollipop," he
instructed.
Guiding her head, Hammond pushed himself in and out of the girl's
mouth, all the while telling her what to do.
"That's it... now lick the head... that's right... more tongue...
that's it baby. You like the Commandant's dick, don't you?"
Hammond pushed himself right into her mouth and held the girl
behind her head. The girl widened her eyes and looked at him
frantically, unable to breathe. She tried to scream but the noise
died in her throat. When Hammond thought she'd had enough he
pulled out. Her head dropped to her lap, gasping for breath.
"I'm sorry," he told her, somewhat insincerely.
"You... choked me," she whined.
"You're going to need some training," he said, "if you're going
to succeed in your new position."
"New... position?" she asked, puzzled.
"Yes, unless you prefer the laundry, or the sewing all day, not
good for those nails. Low food rations, beatings, the muck and
the dirt. I'm sure you'd much rather have good foods, a clean
bed, perhaps some money and a little shopping in town. I might
even secure an early release, as early as the spring. You'd like
that, wouldn't you?"
The girl nodded slowly.
"Of course you would. As my personal assistant you will receive a
lot of other privileges too, very pleasurable privileges. Now hop
up on the desk and take off your pants."
The girl dumbly did as she was told. Hammond stroked her between
her legs.
"Hmm, has anyone licked your pussy before?"
The girl shook her head.
Hammond knelt down.
"I'm surprised, you have such a pretty cunt."
Tensions were beginning to surface within the camp. It was
obvious that sexual favours were being exchanged by some of the
internees in return for better treatment. Strains developed
between those who 'kept their dignity' and those willing to
'whore' themselves.
A group gathered around Harriet and styled themselves the
'keepers.' They vowed to each other that they would not 'give
in,' no matter what. Soon most of Harriet's barrack room had
joined the group.
Harriet wondered why she had not been caned like the other woman.
She feared that the evil little 'Accountant' intended something
worse for her and she was determined not to be intimidated.
She'd heard on the 'grape vine' that Hammond had been an
Accountant and been fired from a very prestigious company for
embezzlement. It confirmed her estimation of the man.
Two weeks into their imprisonment, Harriet didn't like to mix
words, it was 'imprisonment,' Harriet's barracks had their food
ration reduced. She felt that the authorities had discovered
their little group and were trying to starve them into
submission. Harriet decided to take the bull by the horns and
make a formal complaint.
Surprisingly, the Commandant agreed to hear the complaint.
Another woman, Martha, accompanied Harriet to the administration
office.
The office was small and comprised of two desks. In one sat
Hammond, apparently buried in a pile of papers, arranged in neat
stacks on his desk. At the other desk sat one of the internees,
Harriet vaguely knew. A pretty young brunette, who wouldn't look
them in the eye and seemed, embarrassed.
There were no seats for Harriet and Martha so they stood in front
of Hammond's desk. A line was painted about half a metre from the
desk and they were supposed to stand with their toes on it and no
further. A woman guard stood next to Harriet.
Eventually, Hammond looked up and said, officiously,
"Yes, what can I do for you?"
"We wish to make a complaint," Harriet replied, copying his
tone.
Hammond flinched slightly, to Harriet's satisfaction.
"Oh, what about?"
"Our food ration is inadequate," Harriet told him, " we are
receiving less than the other barracks, less than what your
regulations prescribe."
"I see," said Hammond, "you have proof of this allegation?"
"I have the receipts for the past week," said Harriet extending a
handful of papers.
The guard was on alert as Harriet held out her hand.
"You may leave them on my desk," Hammond said.
Harriet thought he looked irritated as she stepped forward to
deposit the receipts.
"Is that all?" Hammond asked.
Harriet stood her ground, she looked him in the eye and
demanded,
"Well, are we going to receive our fair share of rations or
not?"
The guard looked outraged, she waited for an instruction from
Hammond. He waved her away and stared back at Harriet.
"I will examine your evidence and make a decision. This is not a
holiday camp for the idle rich." Dropping his voice, he squinted
at her over his glasses.
"I understand you have not received your punishment yet, Mrs.
Tempsky. It would not be wise to annoy me at this stage, would
it?" Hammond said, menacingly.
"I'm ready when your are... Commandant," Harriet replied,
adopting the same tone of voice.
"We shall see if you are so sure of yourself after you've slept
on your front for a few days, eh? That's all, you may go, I will
give me decision tomorrow," he said quickly.
Hammond watched the two women as they were escorted out. 'I think
it's nearly time, Mrs. Tempsky,' he thought to himself.
Hammond felt very aroused after they'd left. He looked over at
his personal assistant who was trying to look busy. She flashed a
look at him then looked down again, her face red.
"Isabelle," Hammond said, unzipping his pants, "here!"
'The girl is learning fast,' Hammond thought, as Isabelle lowered
her mouth onto his cock.
She flicked the tip of her tongue along him, teasing him for a
while as she slowly stroked him with her hand. Hammond caressed
her head, running his hands through her luxurious, straight, dark
hair. From her hair, he continued stroking her down over her
breasts, just nice handfuls.
Hammond pulled her sweatshirt up and over her head. She wore
nothing underneath, following his instructions. He loved the feel
of her smooth skin. He rubbed her nipples, twisting them cruelly
till she cried out.
She licked all around his balls, trying to please him. Hammond
pushed himself into her mouth, pulling her by the hair. She
gargled as his cock hit the back of her throat.
She hummed in the way that he liked as he thrust himself rapidly
in and out of her mouth. Breathing heavily Hammond blasted his
sperm deep into the back of the girl's throat. He stroked her
head as she coughed and spluttered, murmuring,
"Good girl, good girl"
Isabelle was very pleased with herself. She had pleased her
master.
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