Re-Education, Part II

Story Title: Re-Education, Part II
Author’s Name: Morgan Brykein
Content Codes: nc, rape, MF, oral, viol
Celebs: Kim Kardashian
Disclaimer:

This story is purely fictional. It in no way condones the kidnapping
or anything of celebrities. Many have bodyguards, who will beat the
living shit out of you. Also, my choice of Kim Kardashian for this
role is not at all because she’s Armenian. I don’t mind Armenians,
and there’s an Armenian girl in my English class whom I think is quite
hot. I say this because, where I live, there has been discrimination
against
Armenians (I live in the San Fernando Valley, in California).

Enjoy the story, and if you think it’s anything but fiction, or you
think it condones violence against women, you are a nutfuck. Enjoy
the story. There will be more chapters to come, written by me when I
feel like writing them. Stay tuned!


Workday

Kim opened her large brown eyes, just as the van stopped. She had fallen asleep – it was a peaceful sleep, and when she woke, she thought it was all just a dream. It was a dream, in her mind, until the door on the back of the van opened, and she looked out. She saw the young man, Ian, against a white, snowy backdrop.

He grabbed her upper arm, and tugged on her, dragging her out of the van. She fell on the ground, face-down into a pile of snow – he didn’t seem to care. He simply grabbed her arm, and pulled her up onto her feet. He pulled her along, towards a one-floor house, with a very cabin-like appearance, surrounded by trees and snow.

“This is my house,” He said.

She was stricken with fear – it was his house, and she was his prisoner. They reached the front door, and he unlocked it, before opening the door, and walking in, pulling her behind him. The room they found themselves in was the living room, with a few light brown couches around a glass coffee table, on top of a white carpet. There was a TV, and also, some arm chairs. On the wall was a black flag with a red star, and there were several bookshelfs, all full of communistic literature.

Kim was pushed into one of these arm chairs, with Ian standing before her. “What do you want with me? ,” She asked.

“I want you to learn something,” He said. He turned around, and left the living room, going into another room. A minute later, he came back with something in his arms – folded up clothes. He stood in the same place as before, and continued what he was saying. “You are an upper class bitch – I want you to learn what the average American has to go through every day.”

“What? ,” She asked.

“You will be working as my personal servant,” He said, “And you will work for around – ohhh – fifty cents an hour.”

Her eyes started to well up with tears – she was going to be his servant. “You will be living in the shed out back,” He said, “And you’ll have almost nothing – if you want something, you’ll need the specific amount of money – I’ll go get whatever it is you need, and I’ll make a list of the prices I’ll make for you.”

He held the folded-up clothes up – it was a torn up brown t-shirt, and torn up jeans. “You’ll be wearing these instead of your fancy clothes – if you want better clothes, you’ll have to work for them.” He paused – Kim couldn’t think of anything to say. “I know – funny, isn’t it? ,” He said, “You’ll have to work.”

He made an evil smile, and took a knife out of his pocket, which made Kim flinch. He stepped towards her, and said, “Don’t worry, I’m just gonna get rid of the duct tape around your wrists – can I trust you not to try and run?”

Kim knew that he’d probably hurt her if she tried to run. “Yeah,” She said.

He reached around her naked body, and with a simple motion, he freed her arms from the grip of the duct tape. He grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up onto her feet. “I’ll show you your new home.”

He led her through the house, and out the back door. Snow fell on her black hair, and the cold made her nipples hard – her feet felt numb after walking on the snow. Eventually, he led her to a shed – it was around the size of a car, and it looked like it wasn’t very sturdy. It was made out of wood paneling, with a white door on it. He opened the door, and motioned for her to step inside. She imagined it would be warmer in there – at least a degree or so warmer, so she walked over to the door, and stepped into the shed.

On the dirt floor, there was a mattress. On the wall, there was a simple shelf, with an alarm clock, and a few books, one of which was the Communist Manifesto. Ian threw the clothes on the bed, and said, “I want you to wake me up at five AM and make me breakfast – that’ll be the start of your work day.”

She turned around, facing him, and he continued, “You’ll get one break – two if you do a good job – and you’ll be done working at one AM – seeya tomorrow.”

He left, slamming the door behind him, leaving Kim alone. She sat down on the bed, and looked at the dirty clothes, before beginning to sob. Her life as she knew it was over. She was once rich, famous, but all that was over now. She would have to spend the rest of the day in the cold, lonely shed, with only jeans and a torn up t-shirt to wear.

The alarm clock rang, waking Kim from her unpleasant sleep. She sat up, dressed in her shirt and jeans – the jeans had a big tear in the back, partially exposing her ass, and the knees were torn up as well. The shirt had a missing sleeve, and it had a tear around the collar that partially exposed her breasts.

It was the start of her first day as a servant to a man she regarded as a Marxist emo freak. She got out of bed, and walked out of the shed. It was still partially dark out – she walked towards the house, with her feet exposed to the elements – cold snow, and the occasional twig.

She opened the back door to the house, which was unlocked, and stepped inside. She didn’t know where Ian’s room was, so she decided to look around. She was in the living room area, with a bathroom next to the back door. There was a hallway up ahead, which Ian had traveled down in order to get the clothes – that was where his room was.

She walked down the hall, and stopped in front of a door, a plain wooden door. She opened it, slowly, and walked in – Ian was sleeping in a bed with a black blanket. His room had a computer, some bookshelfs, and other things, most of which were black. He walked over to the bed, and placed her hand on Ian’s shoulder, nudging him, in order to wake him up.

“Wake up,” She said.

She nudged him again, and a few seconds later, he rolled over, looking up at her. “I’m up,” He said in a dry tone, “Now go make my breakfast.”

“Whatta you want? ,” She asked.

“Just make me a Pop-Tart,” He said, sitting up, “I’ll get up in a sec.”

“Okay,” She said, and left the bedroom.

She walked into the kitchen – somewhat average sized, with a tile floor and white walls. She opened up the cupboard, above the white-topped counter, and took out a box of strawberry Pop-Tarts. She took one out, and as she put it in the toaster, she felt hungry. She was afraid that she’d get hurt if she ate something without his authorization, but it was worth the risk.

She reached up into the cupboard, and took out a pre-sliced loaf of bread, in the wrapper. She opened the wrapper on one end, and took out a slice, before putting the loaf back where she found it. She leaned against the counter, as she waited for the Pop-Tart to pop out of the toaster, and took a bite out of the slice of bread.

It wasn’t much, but it was calories and carbohydrates she needed. Some though, didn’t think the same way.

“What are you eating?”

She turned her head around – Ian was standing in the doorway, wearing a black t-shirt and boxer shorts. “Br-uhh – bread,” She stuttered, scared by him.

He walked over to her, with an angry look on his face. “You’ve already stolen from the people enough,” He said, and smacked her across the face, causing the slice of bread to fall out of her hand.

He grabbed her upper arms, with tears welling up in her eyes, and said to her, “Now I’m have to think of some way to punish you for that.”

“Please – no,” She said, starting to cry a bit.

He looked at her for a second, before looking down, thinking of something. Suddenly, the Pop-Tart popped out of the toaster, and he let go of her, slightly pushing her away. “I’ll go over some ideas with my associates,” He said, “For now, just clean the bathroom.”

“Okay,” She said.

She left the kitchen, and walked through the living room. She entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her – it was a large bathroom, not too large, though – it had a shower, a toilet, and a sink with a white countertop. She was supposed to clean it, but there wasn’t anything to clean it with in her field of view.

She kneeled down, and opened up the cabinet below the sink – in there, there were various cleaning products, such as Windex and Lysol, in addition to some sponges and scrubbing pads to clean with. She decided to do the shower first, so she grabbed the Windex, and a small towel.

She walked over to the shower, and got in – it had a glass door on it, and tile walls and flooring. It was pretty clean looking, but the glass had some soap scum on it. She closed the door, and started spraying the windex onto the glass, before wiping it with the towel. She continued doing that, until she got the whole door clean – she turned around, and started to work on the tile on the wall.

She heard the door open – it was Ian, obviously. She turned around, and saw him standing there, with a piece of paper in his hand. “I have that list I mentioned before,” He said.

She opened the glass door, and stepped out. He handed her the list, and she looked down at it. At twenty hours a day at fifty cents an hour, she’d make ten dollars a day – most of the food had a price of either a dollar or two, but the better sounding food was five dollars. A blanket, which she really needed, was thirty dollars. Underwear was fifty dollars – the other clothing items were more. There were other things as well, but one thing that caught her attention was at the bottom of the list. In bold letters, it said, “Monthly Rent: $200.”

She looked up at him, and said, “Wi-will I be able to afford the rent?”

“Maybe,” He said.

“Wha-what if I – don’t – make the rent? ,” She asked.

“Well,” He said, crossing his arms, “Back at that warehouse there’s a cage you could stay in.”

He made an evil smile when he said that – Kim was scared by the idea of being locked up, naked, in a cage, a prisoner of these weirdos. She’d have to work very hard in order to have at least some amount of freedom.

“Oh,” He said, “I have a present for you – wait here.”

He left the room, and she thought of what the “present” could possibly be. It certainly was not something good, or anything that might be pleasant. He came back, a minute or so later, with something in his hand – it was one of those electronic ankle bracelets.

“I don’t want you to run away,” He said. “Hold still.”

He got down on his knees, and grabbed her ankle. He put the bracelet around her ankle, making sure it was on tight. He got back up onto his feet, and said, “Don’t even think of trying to run.” He took the list from her, and said, “I’ll put this in your shed.”

He turned around, and left the room, closing the door behind him. Kim looked down at her new piece of “jewelry,” saddened by her situation. She turned around though, and got back in the shower, continuing with her previous task of cleaning the shower.

Kim woke up, like the previous morning, at five AM, to start her second work day. She got out of bed, and walked over to the door. She opened it, and stepped out – she started walking, but after only a few steps, she was grabbed from behind. She tried to scream, but the person who grabbed her put a gloved hand over her mouth.

“Don’t scream,” Said the person behind her – it was a woman, and she sounded like the girl from before, the one who gave her the tattoo.

She took her hand off of her mouth, and positioned her arms under Kim’s, while another person, who appeared to be a woman, grabbed her legs, and lifted them up. “Wha-what are you doing? ,” She asked.

They didn’t say anything, as they carried her to a van only a few feet away – a black van, surrounded by snow. It was Ian’s black van, and she felt a slight bit of relief, if you could call it there. Ian had invited some of his “friends” over just a minute before she went to bed. They probably discussed a “punishment” for the earlier breakfast incident, as well as another incident that occurred later, when she fell asleep “on the job.”

The girl who was grabbing her legs relinquished her grip, and got in the back seat. The other girl shoved Kim in, before getting in herself. She was wedged in between two women dressed in black, with bandannas around their faces. Ian was in the driver’s seat.

“What are you doing? ,” She asked, as Ian started driving.

“You’ll see,” He said, which the girls thought was funny – they laughed. The brown-haired one from before was taller than her, at around six feet perhaps, but the other one, with blond hair tied in a short ponytail, was just a bit taller. Both of them had picked up machine guns after getting in, obviously from under the seat, and both guns were pointed in her direction.

“We’re gonna show the world what we like to do to capitalist sluts,” The taller one said.

“Yeah – especially dumb ones who don’t deserve their money,” Said the blond one.

Kim was scared by what they said. They had guns in their laps, and she knew that they wouldn’t be afraid of hurting her. Suddenly, one of them, the taller one, reached into her pocket, and took out a knife. “Just hold still,” She said, and grabbed the bottom of her shirt.

She moved the blade up along her shirt, slowly slicing it in half, down the middle. “Oh yeah,” The taller girl said, as she parted the sides of Kim’s shirt, “Those’re some big tits.” She grabbed one of her breasts, and squeezed it in her hand.

The blond girl joined her, placing her hand on Kim’s other breast, and squeezing. “Yeah,” She said.

The taller one placed her hand on Kim’s thigh, and said, “She’s got a big ass too.”

She pushed Kim down on her side, with her head in the blond girl’s lap. She felt the girl’s hand reach around to the front of her pants – she undid her fly, before grabbing the back of her pants. Ian didn’t really seem to mind what they were doing – he probably enjoyed watching in the rear-view mirror.

The girl pulled Kim’s pants down, and smacked her ass a few times, on the side she got her tattoo on. She felt the girl’s hands on her butt cheeks, followed by the feeling of them being just slightly pulled apart. “Have you ever been fucked there? ,” She asked.

“N-no,” Kim said.

The car stopped, and she heard Ian say, “Okay – can you put her clothes back on?”

“Sure,” The taller, brown-haired girl said.

She pushed Kim’s pants back up, and pulled her up from her laying down position. She saw Ian, and the blond girl, get out of the car. The other girl, the one who was tormenting her, opened the door, and got out, holding onto her arm. “Get out,” She said.

She looked at her – she had an angry look on her face, or at least the exposed part of her face, which happened to be her eyes. Kim obeyed, getting out of the car, with her breasts partially exposed. The girl grabbed her arm, and started leading her across the cement-covered ground. The warehouse before her was large, and seemingly isolated from the rest of LA, with no other buildings around, beyond the barbed wire-topped fence.

She was led into the warehouse, the same one she woke up in on that very unpleasant night. The lights were on, and she was led to an area surrounded by cardboard boxes, where the other two were standing. There was a couch, and the blond girl had a video camera on a tripod. They were going to video tape her.

The girl pushed her onto the couch, and walked over to the other two, standing next to the blond girl. Ian stepped forward, and said, “Just stay there, alright?” Kim didn’t want to be hurt by them – she definitely wasn’t going to move.

He turned around, facing towards the blond girl. She moved the camera in his direction, and he took a black bandanna around his face. The blond girl said, “Okay – three, two, one – go.”

She apparently turned the camera on, because he started talking, just a few feet from the camera. “Hello America,” He said, “You’re all probably wondering where your darling little rich girl, Kim Kardashian, might be.” He paused, before continuing, “Well, here she is.”

The blond girl pointed the camera at her, and she looked straight at the camera. Ian walked over to the couch, and grabbed her arm, pulling her up onto her feet. He removed her torn shirt, exposing her breasts, which she quickly covered with her arms. He grabbed her arms though, and pushed them down away from her chest.

He pulled out a knife, and said, “We’re going to show you all what we do to dumb capitalist whores like her.”

She looked at the knife, and realized what was going to happen. She tried to get away from him, saying, “Please – no.” She tried to struggle, trying to get his hand off her arm, but he simply forced her down onto her knees.

The blond girl got down, pointing the camera at her, focusing it. Kim had tears running down her cheeks, as Ian grabbed a lock of her long black hair, and put the knife to it. The camera was only a foot from her face, as Ian cut her hair. The remaining hair was short, like her mom’s hair almost, but just a tiny bit longer.

He moved on to another lock of hair, and then another, until most of her once long, dark hair was on the floor. She was sobbing by then – she liked her long, beautiful hair. He got down on his knees, and put an arm around Kim’s shoulders, holding her tightly. He placed a hand on her left breast, and said to the blond girl, “You got her breasts in the shot?”

“Yeah,” She said.

He got up on his feet, and pulled his pants down. She looked in his direction, seeing his shorts with a large bulge in them, and realized what was going to happen. “Please don’t make me,” She said, as he placed his hand on the back of her head.

He didn’t care what she said – he pulled his large erection out of the fly on his shorts, and she tried to move her head away, as he placed his hand on the shaft. She turned her head away, and he pushed her head back in the original position, facing towards his crotch. He pressed the head of his cock against her lips – she groaned, and kept her jaws locked together, not wanting his cock in her mouth.

“C’mon,” He said, “Open up or we’ll kidnap someone you care about – someone like that sister Khloe.”

She looked up at him. She realized that there was no use resisting anyways, so she moved her jaws apart, and let him enter her mouth. Instead of asking her to suck his cock, he simply placed his hands on either side of her head, and used her mouth like a vagina – slowly moving in and out.

She gagged as he penetrated deep into her throat, but he only went that far once. “Maybe we should keep this bitch,” He said, “I feel like I’m gonna blow it already.” That was only after a few light thrusts – her lips obviously gave him some added pleasure.

He pulled out, and grabbed her head, pointing her face in the direction of the camera. His dick came into her line of sight, but she could only see the head, because his hand was firmly gripping her now-short hair. “Keep your eyes open, bitch,” He said, causing her to realize what he was going to do.

He was stroking his meat, with the tip just inches from her face. She soon felt his cum against the side of her nose, followed quickly by the stinging feeling of his cum in her eyes. She closed them, as he continued ejaculating on her face. Her tears mixed with the cum – she sobbed – it would be all over the internet, and surely, some parts of it, probably the haircutting at least, would be on TV.

The stinging of her eyes soon went away, when she was directed to look up – that was when a bottle of water was poured on her. It was more humiliation, getting her breasts all wet in the process, but it got the cum out of her eyes. After more things were done to her, such as a bottle of water being poured on her naked ass, she was led away by Ian, back to the car.

That would be a typical workday for her. She would clean and cook, but she would also, at least twice a week, be forced to do these humiliating videos.

To be continued…

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