The Educators - Part 3

The twelve naked women stand there in silence for several minutes. All of them are doing their best to fight the tears that accumulate in their eyes, while trying to cover their breasts and genitalia from the guards’ gaze.

After a while, the door opens and five new individuals wearing ski masks enter the room. They place themselves in front of the line of naked captives and spend a few seconds observing their frightened faces and their nude trembling bodies. Finally, the one in the middle addresses the prisoners, with a male voice and a Scottish accent:

-Welcome back to school, bitches. Today is the first day of your re-education course. During your stay here, you will learn to be proper ladies and respect men. My four colleagues and I have been appointed as your tutors. You will obey all our commands. Any failure to do so will result in severe punishments. What you are all wearing around your necks are electric shock collars, activated via remote control. If you do anything we don’t like, you’ll get shocked. If you say anything we don’t like, you’ll get shocked too. If you do everything right but we feel like it, you might get shocked as well, just for fun. You are all used to giving orders in your former life. From now on, you’re going to learn to obey them.

-You will always talk to us with respect and using our full code names -continues a female voice, with a Japanese accent-. For you, I am Professor Tokyo. My colleagues, from left to right, are Professor Mumbai, Professor Paris, Professor Edinburgh and Professor Nairobi. You can also address Professors Mumbai, Edinburgh and Nairobi as “Sir”, and Professor Paris and myself as “Madam”.

-Before we start, there’s something important that we want you to know -says Professor Mumbai, with a thick Indian accent-: We do not care about your ideologies or political careers. The reasons behind you being here are not personal. You have been chosen according to two different criteria.

-The first variable -continues Prof. Paris, a female with a delicate voice and a sensual French accent- was a matter of rank and nationality. For our mission to succeed we needed a sample of important women from different countries and continents. I think that one is self-explanatory and you don’t need to know more.

-The second variable -says Prof. Nairobi, with a deep male voice and a Kenyan accent- was more of a… aesthetic decision. We figured that this whole experience would be more entertaining if we chose twelve hotties than if we brought some ugly old trout like Angela Merkel or Queen Elizabeth. Nothing wrong with enjoying our job, right? Plus, the millions of men and lesbians who will watch the videos online will probably appreciate it. In other words, you made it to the final cut because you are all kind of cute. You should feel flattered, since this is one of the biggest compliments that a lady can get, along with "dinner was delicious".

This facetious comment generates laughs among the other professors and the guards, including the females. All of a sudden, the laughs are interrupted:

-Fuck you, sons of bitches. Fuck you all!

The room becomes completely silent after Sanna Marin speaks these words. Even the cries of the other captives cease for an instant.

-Oh, finally! -Tokyo breaks the silence-. We found a brave one! I thought none of you were going to give me a chance to show you how we deal with naughty girls…