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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.