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The Reeducation Of Evelyn Pt 01

The Reeducation Of Evelyn Pt 01

by broolynmassageperv
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PROLOGUE

When Map Gayze was named the head of the "Department of ReEducation" no one was surprised. By that point the public's capacity for surprise had been used up.

The intensity and effectiveness of second administration of the President was surprising to everyone. Some saw it as the dawn of a new period of American excellence the rest learned to be quiet.

But the reality was that the second term of the President was just the backdrop for a strange new adventure in human civilization. After a millennia of preeminence the human was no longer the superior species. AI was the big dog now.

In just a few years, hundreds of thousands of not just jobs but Job Categories were erased.

The humans who had spent lifetimes developing expertise as well as the soft skills to efficiently do jobs were fired. Jobs erased from the rolls of human endeavor.

Human work products were replaced with lying fire hoses of half completed outlines, bizarre mistakes and bullshit that worked one third as well as the human it replaced but replaced them with millions of instances.

Everything became confusing and loud, there was never the finality of speaking to a human who was in charge and knew what they were doing, those people stopped being a thing.

As middle class jobs blipped away the idea of accumulating wealth through merit and intelligence became as arcane sounding as getting into heaven by being a good person. We saw our futures evaporate, there was nothing for us.

After the Department of Education was erased Public schools were closed and replaced with charter schools, religious schools and the most popular solution: AI home schooling.

The next generation was done, raised by AI they were in sync with its hallucinations, amused by its endless iterations of content, they were basically the fleshy extensions of myriad AI that they were exposed to, just way dumber.

The next generation was like parrots compared to AI. Able to speak a few derivative words of something they couldn't ever comprehend, they repeated some sounds they heard and ate their seed, preened their feathers.

That left us, the young generation who grew up in a world without AI. We still had the idea that in life you would work and build success. Our generation quickly went mad at this overnight change of circumstances. It was our generation that needed to be changed in order to survive in this changed world.

The government decided we needed to be reeducated. The department of Re-education was created, in a day, and Gayze was appointed the head of it. Reeducation was not home schooling and it was not done by AI, that meant it was either too important or not important at all.

There were many high schools sitting empty in every town in America. These became reeducation schools. Different schools for boys and girls where we would be born again to be able to survive in the AI dominated world.

There was a major emphasis on teaching and enforcing traditional values. This is where Map Gayze's influence showed the most. Gayze had originally been a congressman and he had almost been impeached for paying young sugarbabies for sex and lobbying. At the time is was a huge scandal now being a sugarbaby is one of the few good jobs left. Gayze survived that scandal without an indictment and never apologized. I had to respect that because he was true to his principals even if people thought he was sus.

Gayze is part of the new political generation. They have absolute fealty to the President a kind of open structured social conservative outlook peppered with a highly flexible morality which can be libertarian, nationalist, ultra conservative, agnostic whatever the argument calls for. There's also a constant buff of cynical aggressive humor, if a paradox is revealed they push in with rough humor and cover it. They are a highly evolved species, you are not going to change them they hold multiple truths in their head at once.

Their intellect was developed in schools but also alongside rabbit caverns of disinformation and tidal waves of spin. Most importantly their worldview is borne of a life that has luxuriated in hardcore porn, video games and anime. They love anime which has given them a permanent fetish for Asian females.

This has worked for my favor as my parents are both from China. I am, in every way, the picture of a fit Asian American 20 year old girl. I'm 5'8" with a long torso C-cup breasts and a nice round ass that shows the American in Asian American. I have shoulder length dark brown hair with some blondish highlights in it. All my stuff is expensive and it looks good. I go for quality items in neutural color pallets nothing I rock is gaudy or flashy. I have full lips and almond shaped eyes. I'm not thicc or skinny, I don't look like those glued together stick girls that some Asian chicks look like, all bones, some fake titties, and BBL, I look like I can take a cock without breaking. I love getting fucked.

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MY RE-EDUCATION SCHOOL IS #1

The word privilege takes on a different meaning when the quality of life goes down for everyone. Before privilege might have meant nicer clothes or fancy cars but for now I was just happy to be assigned to the best reeducation school.

It is clear that there is segregation and preferences in the school assignments. I'm not saying all the Asian girls in my town go to my school but all the hot ones do. I'm definitely assigned to the hot girl school.

The school is filled with the hottest girls in my city age 18-22. And it is the nicest school, it was an upscale suburban high school before it got shut down.

I didn't want to go the reeducation school I had a year in college and wanted to work, I stayed at my parents house and looked for something any work. There was nothing.

When the reeducation schools opened it was basically an opportunity to do something, anything. The future feels like most people will be basically on some kind of welfare once they work it out but these reeducation schools are giving us the ability to be trained to thrive in the new future, whatever that is.

The courses at the school vary, some are educational classes, but there's also hygiene, lifestyle and physical fitness classes. The concept is how to thrive in the new world. Of course here you can see the heavy influence of Gayze and his ilk. The classes are heavily centered on traditional female roles such as looking good, being fit, developing a range of feminine skills that will keep us relevant in a fast paced world.

Sometimes the reeducation school feels like a spa or heath club. There is a lot of working out, a lot of attention to our looks and different mandated beauty treatments.

No matter how many beauty treatments we get the Reeducation School is definitely a government program that is administered by an unconstrained authoritarian government. There are rules and there are the enforcers of the rules. We play along, we are scared about what happens to us when we don't.

The teachers in the school are also all women, and they are also all hot. Some are just a few years older than us and all are stunningly hot for their age. They teach us with a confused, angry vigor. I can tell that the rules and curriculum are often changing for them and sometimes they are making things up on the spot. I can also see that they are scared to fail, scared of their superiors.

Regardless we are assigned to this school and completing it is the best bad option we have.

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MY FIRST WEEK IN RE-EDUCATION SCHOOL

My first week I was sorted into a class of about twenty girls, we take different classes, sometimes we get split up or mixed with a larger groups. We had classes, examinations, we had our brows done. Classes on how to shave our legs. And lots of gym classes. For some reason we do an hour a day of playing with dolls, tea parties, its fucking stupid they make us play house, its important to them that when we play house there is a mommy and a daddy. They make us dress each other up for those.

To me reeducation school felt like something that was happening to someone else, like a dumb show that I would just binge and think of other stuff. That was until the day I was targeted.

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THE DAY I WAS TARGETED

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The day they started paying attention to me was beautiful warm fall day. We were out on the sports field in our shorts and tee-shirts. Each with matching calf high white socks and white grass stained sneakers. We wore grey sweat shorts and tight blue tee-shirts. They made us tie our hair back when we exercised.

They had us running laps, playing "on the bus off the bus", where we ran up, did tricep dips on the bleachers and then ran back on the field and did sit-ups.

It was sweaty and horrible they had us running and sweating. Doing burpies, throwing ourselves onto the grass and pushing up. We were all sweating and tired.

I was still breathing hard when I got back to the locker room I was so tired and dirty. I wanted to drink everything in my water bottle and refill it and drink it again.

I was by my locker guzzling when the gym coach "Ms. Jessica" came up to me with a few of my classmates walking behind her looking at me. They had sinister amused looks on their faces.

"Chen, put that water down", you know they are serious when they call you by your last name.

I put the water in my locker and closed it.

"You looked a little floppy out there Chen" she said rudely and assertively.

Coach Jessica was a few inches taller than me and maybe eight years older than me, ancient basically. Still she was all blonde tan thin muscle in a tight athletic outfit, all black with a blue stripe down the side. She had a belt over the spandex outfit and had a little pouch attached to it, she kept who knows what in there, it looked like a utility belt on a superhero.

Her wavy blonde hair was perfect despite the fact that she had been yelling at us in the sun for an hour, there must have been so much product in it. Her makeup was perfect. She stood directly in front of me staring down at me, leaning forward, she was less than a foot away from me.

She had that bitchy-look, that combination of thick lips and thin facial features. That thing about her eyes where the eyelids on the insides of her eye were sunken it made her eyes look so round, like she had such low bodyfat she was just skin and eyes.

Her eyes twitched as she took me in, cataloguing everything she saw wrong with me. Perfect eye makeup too, white eye shadow looked so sporty on her, it would look cheap others.

She glared at me those bitchy blue eyes were piercing my soul. Intimidated, I lowered my eyes past her smirking lips and down the nape of her neck.

I couldn't help but look into her cleavage, round breasts, bigger than mine, tight and perky balls that looked like the most expensive implants under flawless white tanned skin.

I watched one single drop of sweat run down her neck in between her breasts and imagined it running along her tight stomach, inches away from me, running past her abs into her tight and perfectly sculpted belly button.

"Did you hear me?" she interrupted me, pulled me out of the fog I was in.

"I thought I was keeping up alright, I wasn't the slowest girl"

"Well that's what we aspire for isn't it, a step up from failure!" She poked me with her manicured finger right into the chest above my heart. Her nail dug into the skin by my breast. It felt like she lingered for a second before pressing just a bit harder and taking her finger away, scraping slightly at my chest as she did. "Do you want to fail?"

"No"

"No what?"

"No way?"

She slapped me then. I've never been slapped by an adult or anybody really. She slapped me in my tit and it hurt but it was just more shocking than painful. It was humiliating because she was showing she could touch me anywhere. But there was also this complete rudeness to it, like 'you're so below me I won't even bother to raise my hand to your face and make a show of it. I'm just going to slap your tit and hurt you.'

"Don't cover up!"

I didn't even realize I was holding my breast where she hit me.

"If I want to discipline you, I'll discipline you, put your hands behind your back, hold your wrists."

I did it and she grabbed both my nipples through my shirt. Pinching them so hard going right over my softly padded bra (I have sensitive nipples and they pop out so I wear bras with padding to cover them up cause they won't stop). She held and twisted. I yelled out in pain and my knees buckled. For a moment she was holding me up by my nipples as my knees went out from the shock. I made a pitiful sound and regained my posture.

She lifted up on my nipples and forced me onto my tip toes. She pulled me close to her, her face was inches from mine I could smell the cherry gum on her breath, I could smell the sporty perfume that she covered herself in at 6AM so she could be in the sun all day and still smell like flowers, I knew she sprayed in on the inside of her thighs too, I just knew it.

Twisted my nipples again and I moaned in pain as she pulled me closer, my forehead against the her shoulder, my face in her neck. She was whispering and yelling at the same time. She had an intimate silky intonation but she was projecting loud enough that every girl in the locker room could hear and they were all watching.

"Keep your hands behind your back."

"Yes"

"Yes what"

"Yes I will"

Now she struck my face. A hard slap and then she held her hand there, she was so strong, her nails were so nice, her hands were so smooth. She squeezed my cheeks and rotated her fingers so all her nails dug into my face, she turned my mouth and head directly towards her and looked into my eyes close just an inch away from me. I could feel the spit from her mouth as she talked.

"Yes Mam. When you address me you call me Mam. Understood"

"Yes Mam" I was finally getting it. Also my pussy was alerted. I don't know if this was her intention but I have incredibly sensitive nipples, I am a pretty introverted person and being touched like this, roughly and bossed around it was doing it for my body. Mentally I hated it, I wanted to fucking die right there but my body had decided that this was really fucking hot and it didn't help that she still had one of my nipples in her hand.

"Keep your hands behind your back. Are you holding your wrists?

"Yes mam"

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Now she was talking in more soothing conversational tones she even had lowered the volume a little bit.

"Good girl. I want you to understand that you have to address me properly, when you don't address me in the right way, its like you're spitting in my face. Has anyone ever spit in your face before?"

"No mam"

"Do you want me to spit in your face"

"No Mam"

"Well I think it's important for your education, your reeducation that you know what it's like to have someone spit in your face. So you don't forget.

She had her hands on my chest now and was caressing my shoulders, rubbing my chest and shoulders moving my body around, moving my head, caressing my neck, teasing my posture, watching me, watching me squirm and making sure I couldn't steel myself in one position. Was this whore actually going to

She put her hands back on my breasts, her fingers idly playing with the bra straps through the t-shirt. She had to feel the changes in my body, how hard my nipples were, she could tell that I was breathing fast.

"Good posture... stand firm, push your chest out. Better now Ask me to spit in your face.

"Will you spit in my face mam" this fucking bitch.

"Ah ah ah, ask nicely"

"Will you please spit in my face mam?

All of the girls were watching me and giggling with each other.

"Open your mouth" I opened my mouth a little bit, "Look at me"

Fuck it, I brashly brought my eyes up to meet her gaze. As soon as I met her eyes she spit in my face, right on my nose basically. A bit in my eyes but basically just a lot of spit on my whole face. Her eyes were alive, she was so enjoying this, I could tell she was tingling displaying her power over me.

"Do you like it?"

"No Mam"

"Of course you don't, it feels bad to be disrespected doesn't it?

"Yes mam"

Yes mam what"

"It feels bad"

Now she was so close to me, punctuating her words with different pokes and caresses of my body, repositioning me, her single nail in the small of my back and some pushing against my chest pushed my posture up. then she turned my head slightly, like evaluating something she was considering purchasing, watching the spit on my face. I was so wet. If she would have taken those pointy nails and grabbed my pussy and twisted it like she had grabbed my nipples I would have cum right there.

"You see now Evelyn. Being... disrespected... ", she spoke closely and intimately to me, when she said "disrespected" her intonations made it sound like a foreign word. Then she changed completely and screamed right in my face " HURTS!" she took both hands and slapped down on my chest and breasts. She really was strong whatever basic-bitch palates or weight training she did was clearly paying off, fuck that hurt.

The pain was sudden and all encompassing. I let out a groan and fell to my knees. My hands falling in front of me.

"Good stay on your knees. Toes, knees, hands on the floor! Legs together! Ass up! Head up! Perky, good dog that's the position. Head up. I want to see those bushy eyes!" I noticed that she had positioned me so my head was at the perfect height and angle for me to eat her pussy, if she would step forward all I would have to do was open my mouth and it was perfectly lined up.

Here I was on the concrete floor of this old high school locker room, half the fluorescents were dead, the room originally set up for a hundred or so high school kids was now occupied with a two dozen girls in between the ages of 18-22 and one 28 year old high class slut in charge of us all. Our future had been erased, our opportunity had evaporated and we had been dressed up like porn vid schoolgirls and forced to exercise in the sun until we were soaked.

Here I was, the hot duckling. The unpopular girl in the class of all hot chicks. Not part of the group, the odd girl out with the perky tits and the great hair, here I was on my hands and knees face to face with some choice ass blonde pussy and there wasn't shit I could do about it. This ho was the boss fr.

I sniffled and sobbed involuntarily as I realized I was looking at the floor, the patterns of the glazed concrete under my perfectly manicured nails.

"Pick your head up"

I guess I had kinda blanked out and had a stress attack and put my head down.

Coach Jessica stood above me and said "Slut" like it was my name.

The girls giggled as she said it.

Great I was Slut now. And, yep, my pussy tightened when she called me that.

"Pick your head up"

As I looked up at her with tears in my eyes (my body was crying now for sure, tears were just coming out) she spit on me again.

"Keep looking at me" She walked closer to me, her midsection right in my face. In the light, up-close, I could see the outline of her panties under the spandex of her pants. I could make out the tight bulges of her pussylips, controlled in the workout gear but so close to me: just through the pants, then just some thin fabric that no doubt fit her body perfectly. I could see just a tiny bit of skin where her stretchy pants ended and her stretchy top began.

She took my chin in her hand and made me look up at her face directly. Now when she touched me she just moved me like an object, there was no kindness in her touch. In this view I was seeing her with her flat stomach and perfect tits and then her hair and her face on top of it all. Her face looked so far away.

"You have some spit running down your face, taste it" I gingerly took my tongue and ran it on my lip.

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