Re-educate

[Kililia]

Re-educate CLOSED (ONLY FOR Kililia & BRIGHTWELL)

A troublesome teen that cause too much chaos in her family.She has been caught drinking,drunk driving,smoking,etc. Father send her to live with old friend that used to work with trouble teens on his farm. The friend decide also take her as his own woman. as it been years since he last had a woman.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Mulligan Farms

The sign says:
-Take a Mulligan-
further down the road is another sign

Start your life over

a little further is a driveway over the front gate reads

Mulligan Farms

And so it begins a new life for a young lady lost in life. A new start. A new begining.

Jackson Mulligan sits on his porch as he watches the taxi pull in to his driveway. Its a hot sunny day with just a wisp of a breeze. Jackson sips on a lemon aide.

The call from Carlton was out of the blue. It had been several months since his last lost teen had been on his farm. yeah ok so the state had stepped in and closed him down. So offically he is closed down. Then a call from an old friend brings a smile to his face.

"Well hello there, I here your fuck up, I'm here to help!" he says to the young woman that climbs out of the cab.

 

[Kililia]

Sara drops her bag on the ground as the taxi drives off and as she looks around and back at him with a smirk. She was only 4'11 , her short spiky red hair all in rip jeans and tank top. Spits her gum at his feet: So your a the looser owner of this dump? I travel over 24hours for this shit...fuck i didnt see a neighbor till half an hour in a damn taxi....what the fuck!?

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

loser, dump

"That would of been the Hamlton farm it is 28.6 miles away. The next nearest nieghbor in the Ford farm to the South of us. That would be 32.8 miles away. Charles Ford is a convicted murder, he spent 10 years in the state pen. He was found guilty of murdering two college co-eds back in 1998 from Boise State. They had been backpacking and ended up in his barn with two Salvadorians field hands. They never found the field hands" Jackson takes a long drink from his lemon aide. He looks over his new arrival. She stands 4'11" about 98 pounds, with spiked red hair. Her blue jeans are ripped and her red tank top barely covered her 36 C chest. This one thinks she's a tough little monkey.

Jackson looks at her with a smirk of his own. "State law requires, that I inform you of.....oh wait....your not here by state order..are you, so your rights don't matter....your here be because your father shipped you out of the country because....let me see if I remember correctly. " Jackson pauses as he looks up a cloudless blue sky.

"Yes I recall now...you got drunk and stole a 2012 Lexus and ran it into a farmers wagon. The family has found you smoking hash and cannabis behind the family garage. The local police have a warrent out for your arrest, if you are found guilts you will be beheaded....the laws of your country. So in lou of you getting your pretty little head cut off. Your father decided that you should spend some time in this.... dump. As you so eloquently put it." Jackson takes another long drink.

"The wind come from the west in the morning and carry a large amount of grit. So I would advise you to wash the gel out of your hair or you will find your red hair a brownish grey by days end. It can get to 107 in the shade so I would advise you to find some kind of cover for your head. " Jackson finishes his lemon aide and stands.

"Also you can lose the attitude here and now or walk you happy ass back to town its a short 56.2 miles that way." Jackson points down the road." Oh, if the police pick you up on an international BOLO. Your happy ass will be in the slammer in less then 24 hours. Your choice my dear. Stay or go. Or stand there in the sun, its about 95 now!" Jackson turns and opens the farm house door. "Do what you want, I'm just a loser, getting another glass of lemon aide. It gets rather hot here, you see."

 

[Kililia]

Sara jaw drops as he mention a murder lives by before recomposing herself.Mumbles to herself: bullshit *she was sure he made the shit up*
Glares at him as she already dislikes the man: I have rights even in this shithole...*looks around and back at him as she didn't see how staying here would make any of the situation better.
Looks around her as she knows she didn't have cash to get out of the place or even her cell to call her friend. She could still remember the huge fight with her parents. Seeing her mother crying as her father slap her and lock her in her room before he put her on a plane saying this was the final straw.
She rolls her eyes as she grabs her bags and make her way to his house, walks behind him: where is my room...I might as well hang around till dad calms down...
Don't expect me to work on the farm, i am not your slave...*places her head down as she looks around as it seem a simple place but didn't seem to have any pc or tv..she hope it was in a room she could not see: Where is the washroom i need to clean up...

 

[Trolltroll420]

At that moment an ugly little troll came busting through the door.. He had a crying Jackson by the belt loops. Sarah looked up with confusion...

Troll: here's the deal... We are going tk smoke this weed, and have a little fun.

The troll dropped Jackson on the floor and put a boot right in his face. Whipped out his dick and motioned for Sarah to put it in her mouth.

Troll: I'm going to need you to smoke this before we smoke this joint.

Sarah didn't hesitate. She took his cock down his throat with ease... It didn't take very long before tge troll pulled his dick out if her mouth and blasted her in the face with his chunky cum.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

i am not your slave...

Where is my room...I might as well hang around till dad calms down...
Don't expect me to work on the farm, I am not your slave...

Jackson turns around. "You room?"he walks through the house leading Sara to the back door. "Your room is a bed in the bunk house. There are 20 field hands here. They work or they don't eat. 17 are illegals. Of the 3 Americans one is the forman. Mr. Wilson. He will be your boss. The other 2 are Pitts and Trobor. They speak English, but are wanted in Montana. I give them a place to hide. They work for Mr. Wilson." Jackson points to the small coregated medal box near the bunk house. "That is the sweatbox. It gets up to 120 in the sweatbox. If you are bad we put you in the sweatbox."

Jackson opens the back door and steps out side. A visa of landscape can be seen as far as the eye can see. "There is 1200 acres here. We grow a wide variety of things. Sugar beets, potatos, corn and several other crops." Jackson turns and looks at Sara's body. " We are going to have to find you something more farm friendly to wear." He grabs one of her nipples and give it a twist. "Yeah, Your going to hate it here, but you will change your attitude...that I garrentee!"

 

[Kililia]

Sara follow him from room to room as he explains. She hated the idea of staying on a farm it was so unnatural to her.She found herself thinking using a phone to call her friend to pick up as soon as she can: You got a ...*her words cut short as he twist her nipple, scream as she almost falls down* Son of a bitch! *clutches her breasts,hisses in pain: what the helll...*Goes to punch him in the groin*

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Papillion

Sara swings for Jackson's grion and maked full contact. Jackson backs up a step from the blow. Sare comes away from the assault holding her hand. Jackson reaches down and pulls Sara by her red spiked hair. He looks her straight in the face. "The problem with young folks is they watch the wrong movies and they don't learn anything. Now back in the 70's there was a movie called PAPILLION. The warden had a guy who kept trying to escape from his island prison. The best line in that movie is from the warden!" Jackson shakes Sara by the head. "Do you know what that line was.....WHAT WE HAVE HERE IS A FAILURE TO COMMUNICATE!" he yells into her face.

Jackson sees a large white man speaking to men in gray coveralls. "Mr. Wilson a moment of your time, please!" The large man hurries up the hill to Jackson. "Yes Sir Mulligan, Sir." The man is eager to please as he looks at Jackson. "Mr. Wilson, This here is Miss Sara. She just punched me in the jewels thankfully I had my steel cup on. Mr. Wilson will you please intruct Miss Sara here on what happens when some one is bad or preforms poorly."

Wilson is taken aback" Well everyone knows that, Mr. Mulligan, Sir we strip um and put them in the sweat box. Even the simplist field hand knows that, Mr. Mulligan."

Jackson pushes Sara into Mr. Wilsons massive hands. " Well Mr. Wilson what we have here is a failure to communicate. I told Miss Sara that bad behavior will lead you to the sweat box. But still she struck me in the family jewels. What action would you advise Mr. Wilson?"

Wilso looks at Sara then back at Jackson. "Hell Mr. Mulligan thats an easy one. me and tha boys will strip her down to her panties an put her in the sweat box till night time. Then chain her down to her bunk. Then in the morning we see if she survived the night. That is what I would do Mr. Mulligan. Hell her jeans are all ripped already and this..." Wilson quickly slids his hand up the the front of Sara's red tank top and yanks it off her. Almost sending her to the ground.

 

[Kililia]

Sara smirks as she makes contact till he grabs her hair: let me go you asshole! Eyes widen as he yells in her face: let me go, now! or i will call the cops!
Looks at Mr.Wilson rush over: what is that, your watch dog...*pales as she listens* the what!?!? sweat box?!!? what the fuck is that!?!? *looks at the two men that seem mad* i will fucking kill you if you do anything to me!*Hisses at that man as she falls on her knees, exposing her 32C cup breast in an expensive black bra, turns at Jackson. If you do not let me go, i will kill everyone one of you, the first chance i get, you sick fuck!

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

4'11 98 lbs vs 6'4" 270

Mr. Wilson massive hand grabs Sara arm just below the shoulder and jerks her to her feet with ease. His grip is like a steel vice on Sara's arms. Jackson looks at her tits as Wilson holds her. "I think what we have here is a comedian, I think she is funny." He looks her in the face "I will kill everyone one of you, the first chance i get. " Jackson parrots Sara. "Sick fuck indeed, she says I'm a sick fuck, Mr. Wilson." Jackson looks to Mr. Watson. "What do you think Mr. Watson? "

Mr. Watson gives her a shake " I think after 17 horney men get done fucking her in one night she just might have a different out look on things. That and 6 hours in the sweat box. I think in the morning she will be begging you that she will be good, better then good." Wilson starts to lead her to the sweat box. He sees Pitts and Trobor come out of the bunk house.

"PITT....TROBOR, come here help he get this gals pants off. Mr. Mulligan' s whats her put in the sweat box! he said leave her panties on they will come off to night when the guys get to fuck her. You guys can watch...see who does the best job."

Trobor grabs her other arm. He looks at Pitts. "You undo her jeans ." Trobor looks at Mr. Wilson My money will be on the Turk he has a dick the size of a childs arm, I swear he does. " Pitts undoes her jeans and pulls them down. "NAH the Greek likes the ass. I bet she never had it in the ass like the Greek will give it to her."

 

[Kililia]

Sara glares at him a she tries head butt the one restraining: Let me go! you have no fucking right to do this to me. i will call the damn cops!!*pales at the mans reply of getting raped: please...look man..i can behave...just don't do this to me...i can behave, just give me a chance...*struggle* please let me go *she never imagine he had consider raping her and didn't want to lose her virginity that way*

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

In a back office the phone rings

Manuel one of Jackson men hears the phone ring and picks it up. "Yesss, Mulligan Farms." Manuel listens for a minute. "Please, one minute I will get Mr. Mulligan."

Manuel comes to the back door. "Mr. Mulligan its a phone call from Miss Sara's father. He wishes to speak to you, sir!" Jackson looks at Manuel then at Sara. She is half way to the sweat box and they have her pants off.

"Mr. Wilson we have had a development. It seems that Sara's dad wants to speak with me. Why not bring Miss Sara into the farm house and see what her daddy wants. Leave her pants outside, will you."

Wilson rushes up to Jackson "She says she can behave, she wants a chance."

"Is that right?" Jackson looks at Sara as Pitt and Trobor walk her slowly up the hill toward the farmhouse. As they reach Jackson they stop. "It seems your father wishes to speak to ME...not you. I understand you you wish a chance to prove your willingness to behave. Well we will see after I speak to your father."

 

[Kililia]

Sara looks over to them as they mention her father called, tried to stay calm and by herself time.Fights the urge to struggle as they drag her .Looks around to see if their way a way to escape if she manage leave the house.Looks at him nodding; I will behave ....i swear...*nods as she close her eyes and pray her father ask to return her home*

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

private office

Pitt and Trobor release sara as thet enter the farmhouse. Wilson guids her to the back of the house. The two other men drift back so that Jackson can pass. As they get near the door that reads PRIVATE they start tolook at each other nervously. Jackson enters the office followed by Sara and Wilson.

Manuel shuffles up to Pitts. "Mr Pitts I'm sorry I had to answer the phone it was my job to clean the office today, please do not be angery with me." Pits just shook his head. Its allright Manuel. You were just doing your job. Go wait for us at the bunkhouse. I will tell you what to tell the other men."

Jackson picks up the phone. "Your Highness, a pleasure to hear from you!" Jackson nods as he listens. "Yes your High..." the vioce interupted him. "Yes she arrived just a short while ago......no, no, I have not found reason to beat her yet." Jackson smiles as he listens. "Yes I was just telling her about her hair, yes. Well I don't think....no shaving her head would not be a good idea...no!" Jackson looks at Sara. "Yes we are going to be changing her clothes...we are....yes some thing more fitting for the farm......oh yes I agree, I was shocked too....I understand yes. And how does your lovely wife...she does, I see. Well what are you hoping for......a contract?" jackson makes a face at Wilson. "Marriage? ...I don't think I follow you....Well that is a lot of money.....I have a job here on the.....oh I see. And what your goint to make me a what....? The contract? Well I have to find out first....if ah she can....I mean she is right here in the office. No we have not yet given her....yes, well I can try.....I have heard of that, yes sir. I will tell her..yes in her ass, I will tell her....yes and thank you for calling." Jackson hangs up the phone. He looks at Wilson. "Never in a million years Mr. Wilson will you guess, what he just said.

 

[Kililia]

Sara struggles,panicking as the men carry inside, fearing what he plans to do with her.Watches the man cower to Jackson, sending a chill down her spine. She realise he must be a very dangerous man and had to be careful of what she say now as her life might depend on it.Listen to the phone conversation confused as the words marriage , pales as he mention her ass. Feeling as she was about to fall aprt as she didnt know how to escape him and pray to get the chance to kill her family for sending her in this place.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Wilson, I want to deport some one!

Jackson smacks his hands together and smiles broadly. Them rubs them together as if he was washing them with air. He leers at Sara's near nakedness. He looks at the 32 C breasts then down her flat belly till he stops at her panties. "I'm in a good mood Wilson, I want to deport some one. Who is not working hard? You mentioned the Nigerian the other day, has he stopped camplaining about the food?"

Wilson looks relieved. "Well a couple of the boys from South of the border beat the crap out of him. He has been quiet ever since." Jackson nods his head. "Thats good. I like when they settle things among them selves. Well may be not then. If things are peacefull in the bunkhouse. I'll leave thing alone. But you tell me the minute one of them get mouthy." Jackson smiles as he turns and looks away from Sara.

"Any way, the King is very pleased." Jackson turns and returns to stare at Sara. "The king said and I quote. If she doesn't behave he will come here and kick her in the ass so hard his boot will stay up her ass till she gives birth." Jackson laughs. "I love that guyj!" Jackson walks over to Sara and lifts her chin slightly. "And you my dear. Oh are you....."Jackson shakes his head and turns and walks out of the room.

"Wilson have her in farm clothes in ten minutes or some one will be in the sweat box for the rest of the day. The king said I could beat her if she is bad. I would rather not do that. but I would understand if some one else did...if she is bad...ten minutes, Wilson!"

Wilson follows Jacksonout of the room till he finds Pitts and Trobor in the hall way. "You guy get the right clothing on her or I will hang your asses on the fuckin barn. If I end up in the sweat box because of her." He points to Sara. " Some one will die tonight. So get on it. You got 9 minutes to get her ass dressed." Wilson hurries away.

 

[Kililia]

Sara pales as all this sound so unreal to her, she expected herself to wake up at any time.Looks at them talk as she didn't dare say a word for the first time. She wonders who is this king they spoke of but didn't dare ask.Looks at him nervously as he lifts her chin and exams her closely. Wince as she was drag towards the other men: who is this king...what is this all about....? what going on!?!? *Gasps as Pitts and Trobor took charge, Trobor arrived with the clothes just as Pitts removed her panties, telling her: you no need those here, you belong to Mr.Jackson now.. *Pitts restrain her as Trobor dress her up as if she were a child: oww...please tel me who is this king?!!? *the two men motion her to stay quiet as they quickly bring her to Mr.Jackson.Trobor bows: Sir, she is properly dress. Lilya looks at them and back at Jackson frighten as she wasn't sure what was happening: Please...tell me who is this king...look i just wanna go home...call my dad, he will let me return home...

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

the king?

"The king of your county, of corse. Your father has made a deal for your life. You will not be behaeded if you return chaste. You will present the king with a son. I will be the father of the child." He turns and walks away. Then he stops and looks at Sara. "You better listen or you will hang in the barn with the others that forget who is in charge!"

He calls Wilson over. "That was very close Mr. Wilson 9 minutes 45 seconds." Get thay gay guy over here. The one who does hair. I want her looking proper before supper. IF she is good she may eat at the table in the farm house. If she gets mouthy strip her and hang her in the barn. Like a side of beef." Jackson turns to walk away. "You might tell her to be good and I'll let her sleep in my bed".

 

[Kililia]

Sara pales: you mean , a baby?...wait a sec...i have to have sex with the king and your? what i don't get it...why are you doing this to me...i cant have kids...this is insane...*looks around as if she expect someone to come in and yell: joke..*clutches her stomach: i think i am gonna trow up.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

sex wth the king...thats sick

Jackson looks at Sara. "Sex with the king, that is sick. He is eighty five your a teenager. Besides you have to be in the Royal family." Then Jackson realizes what he said and what she thought he ment.

" You silly girl you will resent our son to the king as a commitment to the future to the realm. He then makes me a prince of the southern territories and master forestor. You will be made princess of the southern territories. And my wife." Jackson walks toward the back porch. "We have one shot at this and one year to get it done. I'm going to fill you with so much seed that you will think your a watermellon." Jackson reaches the door and looks back at her. "Now you go and get together with that faggot hair dresser and be ready for supper....or you will sleep in the barn hanging from the rafters.........NAKED!"

 

[Kililia]

Sara looks at Jackson jaw drops at his explanation: what? a child...i cant be a mother, I'm too young...you telling me i have to have a child and give it away...no mother would do that...*pales as she realize he was serious and knew she had to escape *back away slightly dizzy before heading to where we was directed to have her hair done.Telling herself she will need find an escape before he gets her pregnant without being caught which was not gonna be easy..Since even men fear him , she guess he was dangerous with his loyal minions. She is guided to the hairdresser that seem extremely excited.

The hairdresser wore clothing that not just feminine but also flashy, promising a great look. She begins to wash her hair,talking how handsome Jackson and how lucky she was to be his woman. Sat her down on the chair combing it carefully: Darling, he wont be able take his hands off you...*ask her natural hair color and dye it blond as she styles it properly: my god you look so pretty..

The hairdresser begins to also do her make up: i don't why all that punk shit, you look like a model...oh my god...*exposes her best features before she hands her a box* its a gift from me to you, its a beautiful nightgown for your wedding night....**Motion to the guys once she slip into the nightgown* Boys she is ready for Jackson...* Even the men could not believe she was the same girl as a few minutes ago, they couldn't keep their eyes off her.


The men brought her to the dining table to join Jackson, the man motion to her natural look: it seem she use the punk look to hide her beauty...
She sat down still in shock as everything around her seem be all in slow motion,barely registering what they were saying. One of the men inform her, she behaved properly and gave no trouble and the nightgown was a gift from the hairdresser. His other man handed him a certified document, approved by a judge that they were now by law a married couple; Judge Muhammad sign the papers...the bedroom is also ready.. are there any orders?

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

re-educated

Jackson sits in his office looking the computer monitor. Jaun the Spainard brings in his coffee and sets it down at the desk. "Mr. Mulligan sir, would now be a good time to talk about my papers? You see my wife.." Jackso looks up from the computer. "NO!...no papers. Six months...you owe me six months! Another word and no supper! Get out!" He looks back at the monitor. He hears the door close and he is alone. After a few minutes the radio starts to chirp. He picks it up. "Farm house!"

"She is ready and on her way. Felix did a great job she looks like a million bucks." the vioce is that of Mr. Wilson. Jackson looks out the window toward the bunkhouse and sees Sara being escorted to the farm house. A beige nightgown billows slightly in the breeze. The red spiked hair is gone. A short blond page boy look fits her face. Jackson smiles as he watches her approach the house. He stands up and walks into the bath room. He washes his hands and looks in the mirror. He smiles as he does so. He likes what he sees. Finally he dries his hands and leaves the bathroom. He walks through the office and then down the stairs. Sara is sitting at the table . He can see her nipples are hard under the beige nightgown. Pitts walks up to him as he sits down atthe table. " This document arrived while you were upstairs."

Jackson looks it over. "Fine, tell Mr. Wilson to wire the agreed to price to Judge Muhammad." Jackson looks at Sara. "Now you look like a proper princess. Yes now I look forward to bedding my wife. The document is here." Jackson holds up the piece of paper. "Its all legal. We can fuck like animals in all fifty states and every country in the world. "

Dinner is a simple fare. Three courses. Sara is quiet during te meal. She eats slowly. Her eyes darting up to look at Jackson every few seconds.When the meal is completed. THe plates are removed and a bottle of wine is brought to the table. One of the men pour a little wine in each glass. Jackson picks up the glass and holds it up to Sara. " In less then one day you have gone from a punk kid to a real lady. That is remarkable. And to night I will make you a true woman. By tomarrow you will be on your way to being a princess. I find that truely remarkable. And out standing!"

He stands and takes a drink from the glass. When he is done he puts the glass on the table. He looks at Sara and smiles. "So you want to go upstairs and break that hymen of yours. Sure you do! " Jackson reaches out his hand to Sara.

 

[Kililia]

Sara watches him arrived , speak and talk but everything seem so unreal to her.
She doubted he ever let her go and wonder how many time he bed her,as the idea repulse her. As they finish diner she takes his hand nervously as she didn't dare defy him boldly knowing he was a harsh man: I...I don't wish be married to you but since we are...i ask you...do you plan to be cruel to be and threat me as if i were nothing during our hole marriage...? Would you not rather kill me..*as she began consider suicide*

**As he lead to the bedroom, to her shock it was quite massive size room with a large king size bed with white silk bed cover and duvet pillows. The silk sheet and blanket was folded at the end of the bed. As instructed by him, as he wanted to see her naked without blankets to prevent him from seeing her naked as he consummate the marriage. He could pull the sheet over them after he claimed both her cherries. The room was entirely lit by candles, bouquet of roses in each corner. The setting still romantic for her special day. She look in awe as she never imagine he put any effort into the room*

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

dutifull wife.

"...i ask you...do you plan to be cruel ?" is all he heard.

"You will be a dutifull wife. You will bare me children. There will be no need for cruelty. There will be ajustments from time to time. They may not be pleasent, all the time. Tonight will be an ajustment. For some it is a time of longing for some a time of dread. During some of the time you will have discomfort to some degree. As in all change there is some pain. It should pass quickly. Knowing this is your first time I will try and make it as painless as I can. But the change from a young girl to a young woman is sudden." Jackson walks over to a chair and turns around and faces Sara. "I am going to get undressed now. I want you to watch because in the future you will undress me before sex." Jackson unbuttons his shirt and lays it over the back of the chair. He then sits inthe chair and removes his shoes. And places them under the chair. he rdraws down first one sock then the next and lays them on top of the shirt.

" Did you note that? Shirt soxes shoes." He undoes his belt pulling it out of the belt loops and places it next to the shirt. Next he undoes his trousers and steps ou of them. He folds them and puts them on a hanger on the door knob next to the chair. He looks at her as he draws his shorts off his hips and pulls them down. They settle at his feet. He steps out of them. And leaves them on the floor. He walks toward her naked. "You will take my member in your mouth and make it hard. We will start with that. You may begin!"