She fucking hated that word. It was plastered everywhere, the tops of papers, the wall across from the main entrance, the weekly progress updates she signed. 'Reeducation Facility Leona'.
Gina had been at the facility about a month now, with another month left on her sentence. During that time, she'd learned exactly what the word 'reeducation' meant. Not round the clock torture, not brainwashing, not dark cells and black bags. She spent most of her time in classrooms or in a surprisingly nice, if a little spartan, dorm room. She had access to a kitchen, a common area, a little gym, a rec room.
That's not to say she was always treated perfectly. She was raped regularly, but it was a far cry from the horrifying images she'd had in her head when she'd been sentenced for taking the TERF shit too far. Hell, she even had a safeword.
The whole concept had been explained to her the first day. She'd be raped occasionally at the discretion of the staff. If that ever became too much, though, she could say her safeword, "I'm reeducated". Everything would stop for a moment, and she'd be asked a question pertaining to the things she'd been learning. If she answered right, the session would stop. If not.... her safeword wouldn't work.
The hitch was, she only had five wrong answers. Five wrong answers, and her safeword wouldn't be so safe anymore.
She'd wasted the first like an idiot. It'd been the third day, only the second session. A worker had felt like a blowjob, and come into her dorm. She'd pinned Gina down by the jaw, thumb working into her mandible to get her mouth open wide enough for a ring gag. Between the moment when she felt her mouth prized open and the moment the ring gag slipped in, she'd said it. Everything stopped long enough for Gina to learn she didn't know what year the first of the Enhanced Trans Rights bills had passed.
She'd had plenty of time trying to ignore the feeling of cock pulsing against her tongue and the taste of ballsweat by kicking herself for wasting it on a blowjob of all things. She would be subjected to worse, and she was nowhere near done with her time at the facility.
The next two had been even dumber. A week in, she'd started doing better. Learning more, answering questions right or at least refusing to risk safewording and answering wrong. When she was in for a medical exam and the nurse started getting a little too handsy, she found another reason to kick herself. She'd been in the chair, feet in stirrups as the fingers in her cunt and the nurse's lips starting to curl in tandem. A little fingering was far from the worst indignity she'd been subject to, and she was all set to just take it and get it over with when the nurse pulled her gloved fingers out, smirking at the strands of slick bridging the two together. She stood, hooking her thumbs in her waistband to get her cock out, and Gina safeworded again.
When she didn't know the name of the representative who had proposed the Universal Transfem Pardon, she safeworded again and discovered she didn't know the name of her own current representative. She gave up after that, accepting her fate as the nurse slid inch after inch of cock into a cunt Gina was horrified to realize was wet and ready. It was almost the worst part, how easy she could see it would be to enjoy some of the treatment she received if she let her guard down long enough to really accept it.
Her cunt throbbed all through the lecture the next day on prominent figures in the TNWO, past and present. The smirk on the lecturer's face told her the topic wasn't a coincidence. She told herself it was discomfort and not need that had her feeling the way she was. She hadn't even been a gold star, so she really had no idea why she'd been so eager to avoid taking the nurse's cock. Even worse, it wasn't a safe day when she'd taken her first creampie in years, cock so deep it felt like it was pressed to her womb. She guessed she'd have to go to the nurse for a pregnancy test or a Plan B.
Now, she found herself in the exercise room, a cock filling her again. This was some administrator she didn't see much, probably a public facing secretary or something. She'd walked in as Gina had been running on the treadmill, pulled her off that and bent her over the bench press. Again, Gina had been prepared to accept it.
Indignity and service were familiar friends now. Gina had cooked meals for the staff to save herself from more sex, she'd guzzled piss, she'd written letters to TERF friends describing her waning faith in the movement, through it all rarely safewording in case something worse came along and she needed out more desperately.
Bent over the bench press now, a cock spearing her up the ass, hand on the back of her head making sure she couldn't look away from the mirror in front of her, she finally found it. It wasn't the throbbing pain of the anal, it wasn't the shame, it wasn't the look in her eyes or the sight of her own body across from her. It was the orgasm building in her core.
Just as she felt herself coming dangerously close to the edge, she broke. "I'm reeducated!", she screamed. Everything paused, dick still in her ass, hand at the back of her head, as whoever her rapist du jour was leaned down over her to ask the question.
"What evidence is there to support any of your TERF ideology?"
Gina's mind span as she searched desperately for a good answer, anything at all. After a few moments, she finally came to one.
"None whatsoever." A statement she realized with a start she had truly begun to believe.
Without another word, the cock spearing her guts pulled back, leaving her empty but pushing her that last little bit in the process. As Gina felt the cock sliding out of her, she felt her orgasm build, then ruin, squirting out onto the floor beneath the bench press.
"Clean that up", three words the only words she was given as the admin cleaned up and walked out.
