The Re-educator 02


By Katzmarek


Authors Note.


This is entirely a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect the authors views or opinions. It remains 
the authors property and may not be used for gain without the authors 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 females 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 hadnt 
come. Perhaps shed 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 wasnt 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.


Im sorry I, the girl mumbled.


Its 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 dont, she said, pleadingly.


Please dont what?


Beat me dont hit me again please.


Hammond stood next to the girl. Putting his hand on the girls 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 dont like what I sometimes have to do, you know? Its my duty to make good citizens out of you and 
you must learn discipline. Youre sore, I know, but it is nothing to what working class women have had to 
endure, day by day. Im 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 youre fit for work.


Oh youre 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 girls 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 doesnt 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.


Im 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, whats the matter? Hammond asked her in a softer voice.


I I dont want to (Sob) do this.


Youd rather the punishment room? Hammond said.


The girl shook her head.


Good, Hammond said, then pulled the girls face against his crotch.


Shes 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.


Thats it give it a good sucking just like a lollipop, he instructed.


Guiding her head, Hammond pushed himself in and out of the girls mouth, all the while telling her what to 
do.


Thats it now lick the head thats right more tongue thats it baby. You like the Commandants 
dick, dont 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 shed had enough he pulled out. Her head dropped to her lap, gasping for breath.


Im sorry, he told her, somewhat insincerely.


You choked me, she whined.


Youre going to need some training, he said, if youre 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. Im sure youd 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. Youd like 
that, wouldnt 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.


Im surprised, you have such a pretty cunt.