Dr White’s Culture Lecture

John Aitek
2006-2007
Story Codes: Mg* nc rape pedo scat ws
Version 1.2

In a world filled with terror, pain, hatred, and war, the innocence of little boys and little girls are the only remnants we have left of human goodness. Admire them, but please don’t corrupt them.

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You usually see young people in universities, kids in their late teens and young adults in their early twenties. These kids got in either because they did well in high school or because their parents were rich. I’m a little different though. I’m twenty-nine, almost thirty now. I’m a woman studying engineering. I’m not like most female students, however, because I’m a mother. I’m also a high school dropout. I’m in university today because of a new government affirmative action program designed to get more females in engineering. The program tries to help young single mothers free themselves from the cycle of poverty. Most young single mothers are poor and unskilled because they had to take care of children at an age when they are most ready for work and study. I’m lucky to be at university because most young single mothers don’t get the opportunity I have to succeed.

I’ve been in university for two years now and of all the lectures I’ve been to, Dr. White’s lectures are the most boring. Some lecturers think their students are dumb and explain everything very carefully, but Dr. White thinks every student in his lectures had high IQs, and so he gave us hard material.

I sat and stared at the lecturer as he rambled on and on. I couldn’t believe how difficult this material was. I had an assignment due in a few days time and I needed to get good marks if I wanted to stay in university. I had to do well for my little daughter’s sake.

When the lecture finally finished, I stood up and walked out like everyone else did. When I walked out, I was shocked by how cold it was outside. The sky was grey with dense patches of black here and there. Rain looked imminent. I walked around campus for a while towards a white building, which was the university’s childcare center.

Inside the childcare center I saw my little girl busy playing with her friends. It was Israel Week on campus, so the place was filled with Stars of David. The little boys all looked so cute with their yarmulkes on.

When Emily saw me she ran up to me and screamed out, “Mommy, mommy! I can drive a truck.”

I grabbed the little girl up and carried her on my shoulders. One of the staff came up to me and told me that she had been playing on the toy truck.

There aren’t that many children around university, so when I walked around campus with my little girl I got quite a few stares. Children and family tend to be looked down upon in today’s culture of money and success.

“Can I go to Nicole’s house tomorrow?” Emily asked me.

Nicole was one of Emily’s friends. I usually had a day off tomorrow on Friday. There were no scheduled classes on, but unfortunately I still had to come in tomorrow.

“I’m sorry, honey,” I said. “I have to come back to university tomorrow to hand in an assignment.”

“So I have to go to childcare again?”

I nodded. I felt a little bad because I had a feeling Emily didn’t like being in childcare. She always seemed like she had fun when I picked her up though.

“Why can’t you finish the work now and tomorrow I can go to Nicole’s house?” She smiled at me. It was a big smile, the type of smile she reserved for moments of begging.

I thought about it. The assignment was due tomorrow. There were four questions on the assignment and I had already finished three of them. There was one question I couldn’t do. I then thought about Dr. White. He knew I was in the affirmative action program and, at the start of the semester, I remembered him telling me that if any of us had any problems they should go speak to him in his office. I looked through my papers and found out that Dr. White’s office was on the fifth floor of the Engineering Building.

Emily was so happy when I told her I was going to try finish my assignment tonight. If I handed it up early we wouldn’t have to come to university tomorrow and Emily could play with her friend. Emily really wanted to have Nicole over and I needed to be there to watch them as they played. I could get a babysitter, but babysitters were often expensive and hard to find.

*

When I arrived in Dr. White’s office I noticed how strangely small the room was. The office was about the size of an average kid’s bedroom. The doctor was sitting behind his desk. The computer loudly hummed. Next to the keyboard was a large stack of paper, not organized in any way but just sprawled out randomly all over the desk. The walls were almost completely covered with bookshelves. The bookshelves were filled with many books. Dr White was a rather old man of about fifty. He wore very plain clothing for such an esteemed academic--or perhaps this was how all esteemed academics dressed. Dr White looked up from his monitor after I entered. He paid attention especially to my little daughter walking in with me.

The doctor faced me and spoke. “May I help you?”

“I’m a student in one of your classes. I was wondering if you could help me with an assignment question.”

“Alright.” He took another quick glance at Emily. “You’re the one who’s here because of affirmative action, the single mother doing engineering, right?

“That’s right,” I said, feeling embarrassed. Sometimes I wished I never had a child, but that was such a horrible thing to wish.

“You know,” said the doctor, “in order to succeed it is important that one commits himself to success. This means that you should not allow other factors, such as children, to interfere. If you choose to have children or raise a family instead of pursuing a career, you will face the consequences. It is not a question of whether it is fair, right, or noble--it is market reality. Having a child is a signal to employers that you are not likely to commit yourself one-hundred percent.”

I stayed quiet and nodded. He always spoke about this in lectures even though it had nothing to do with the subject material. I was surprised when he first spoke about this in lectures but by now I was bored of it.

The doctor spoke again. “You do understand, don’t you, that if I help you with the assignment, it would be unfair on other students?”

“No sir, I didn’t know that. So you won’t be able to help me?”

“It would be against university policy,” said the doctor, “but I suppose I’m willing to help you.”

I smiled. “Thank you.”

Emily then spoke to me. “Mommy, can I go to the toilet?”

The doctor pointed to a door in his office. “Behind that door is my personal toilet.”

Emily got up and walked into the toilet by herself. I wondered whether I should follow her into the toilet but I figured she was old enough to go to the toilets by herself. She was almost five years old.

When Emily was gone, the doctor continued to speak. “Of course, I won’t help you with your assignment for nothing. You have to do something for me.”

“What do you want?”

“Come here,” he said, telling me to walk over to his side of the desk.

I walked towards him as he moved away from the desk and reclined more on his padded chair. I stopped when I was about two meters away from the doctor, but he told me to get closer. When I got close enough for him to touch me, he grabbed my hands casually and told me to kneel down. He then unzipped his pants and out emerged from the folds of his pants a plump sausage of a penis. When it finally dawned on me what the doctor wanted, I was shocked. I almost couldn’t breathe.

I shuttered. “I…I don’t know if I should…”

“It’s a simple quid pro quo. I give you something, so you give me something.”

“But I don’t think this is right…”

Dr White got up. Since I was kneeling, I had to look at up to see where he was going. He was moving towards the bookshelf. He seemed disappointed with my refusal.

“I forgot to ask you what your name was,” said the doctor.

“Nancy.”

“Nancy, if you don’t want to give me something in return for my generosity, I can just not help you to begin with.”

I then thought about it. If I didn’t receive help I could do poorly in the subject. I could be kicked out of university. My whole life would be ruined. I’ve already got a child. What man would want me? I never really wanted to believe I was a failure. I was always smart when I was in high school. Everyone knew that, my teachers, my parents, everyone. But I made a mistake--one small mistake. I fooled around, had unprotected sex, and then had a child. When you become a pregnant teenager everyone looks at you differently. All the academic success you had means nothing. You’re worthless. I had to show them. I had to show my friends. I had to show them I wasn’t a failure. I had to show them I was successful. One day I will look down upon those students who once looked down upon me.

“I’m sorry, Dr White, I’m sorry.” I put my head down in shame, still kneeling on the carpet. “I’ll do what you want. I’ll do anything. Please help me. I want to do well.”

“Success is very simple,” said the doctor. “First, figure out what you want. Second, figure out the price you need to pay to get what you want. Third, pay the price.”

I nodded. The doctor was only trying to help me. He was such an eminent academic and in comparison I was nothing. Who was I to refuse his offer?

I spoke. “You can do anything to me, Doctor. Please do anything you want.”

He pointed to the chair on which he once sat. “Sit down.”

A few seconds after I sat down on his rather comfortable chair, the doctor surprised me by producing white nylon rope from somewhere. After telling me to put my wrists and legs together, he proceeded to tie my arms and legs together. I was wearing a dress, so my legs were bare. Even though the rope was soft, the doctor’s knots were tight enough to induce pain. The rope was not tied to anything other than my limbs.

When the doctor was done tying me he put his hand on my legs and squeezed, really getting a good understanding of my skin’s texture, its overall feel. He rubbed his hands up and down, experiencing the curves. His hands then went up my thighs and skimmed the edge of my underwear. His fingers may have grazed some of my pubic hair. At the back of my mind I had a feeling this was not what I should be doing, but I was also excited by having such a powerful and esteemed man put his hands near my pussy. I was submitting myself to such power, such dominance.

His fingers then moved into my panties and invaded my pussy. Instantly a warm feeling took over me. It was more than the average sexual excitement I got from my ex-husband though. His hand in my pussy was like a rod of power. With his hands stuck in my pussy it felt like I was receiving his power and wisdom. I started breathing heavily and moaned. But a few seconds later, the excitement quickly subsided.

The doctor took his hands out from underneath my panties. His fingers were drenched with my vaginal juices. He held his hands up and I could see them glistening as the sunlight entered the small office from a very small window nearby. The doctor moved his fingers under his nose and sniffed my juices before tasting a small sample with his tongue. He licked his lips after he tasted my pussy fluids as if he wanted to savor the flavor. He then got up, wiped his hands on his pants, and then walked casually to his personal toilet.

A few seconds later, the sexually excitement completely wore off, although my panties were still rather wet. I couldn’t believe the doctor would just leave before I climaxed. My arms were tied together by the wrist and my legs were tied together by the shins, although the rope on my shins was loose enough so I could spread my legs.

I managed to stand up but with all the force of my body concentrated in a small area I began to loose my balance and fell on the desk. The doctor’s papers cushioned my impact. My eyes then focused on the doctor’s computer screen and I realized that the eminent academic was not reading scholarly journals or performing statistical analyses as I had expected. He had porn sites open, and to my horror the girls on the monitor looked young--very young. These girls didn't have breasts. They looked like they were under ten. I suddenly remembered Emily. She was in the toilet with Dr White.

*

I struggled furiously with the ropes. The rope was loose enough that I was able to get it off without much trouble. With my limbs now untied I could move and walk to the toilet.

I pushed open the bathroom door. Emily was on the tiled floor. She struggled as Dr White kneeled over her, trying to pry her legs apart. Emily wore a dress like me as well as a white tank top. When Dr White saw me enter, he lifted Emily up like a sack and moved back to one corner of the bathroom. He grabbed a handheld mirror, shattered it against the wall, and held it to Emily’s neck. The mirror shards broke of pieces and bounced on the floor like little diamonds. The piece the doctor held, though, had a tip as sharp as a knife.

“A little whore like your daughter here has no right to refuse my advances,” said the doctor. “She should know her duty.”

“Do what you want with me but leave her alone,” I said, starting to cry form the sight of my daughter in fear. “Emily never asked for any of this.”

“There are unspoken duties we all have,” said Dr White, keeping the sharp mirror to the little girl’s neck. “Women cook and men hunt. Women are prey while men are predators. All of us, we enforce these conventions on each other for the sake of order and social cohesion. Without duties we fall apart as a society. When you take care of a boy, you have to treat him rough sometimes to make him a man--prepare him for his future. In the same way, all little girls will grow up to becomes sluts, so you must give them some experience when they’re little.”

I moved forward but froze when Emily started crying. The fear had become too much for her. Dr White pressed the mirror up against her neck even further. A little more pressure and Emily might die.

“Thousands of little girls are murdered every day,” said Dr White. “One more isn’t going to make a difference.”

“Please don’t hurt her! Please! Have mercy!”

“Never appeal to mercy. That is a sign of a loser. Always appeal to self-interest, for that is the sign of a winner. A winner sees what he wants and does everything he has to do to get what he wants.”

“What do you want with her?” I asked. “She’s only five years old.”

“I’m going to keep this mirror on the little bitch’s neck. You go back into my office and find the handcuffs. I want you to come back in here within thirty seconds.”

I stood still.

“GO!” he screamed, and I ran out of the doctor’s personal bathroom and back into his office. I search desperately though his drawers and cupboards until I found the handcuffs. When I came back into the bathroom, Dr White told me to lock myself to the pipes underneath the hand basin. I did what he said and locked myself. The handcuffs were self-locking, so I didn’t need a key, although I wondered now how I was going to unlock myself if I ever needed to.

As soon as I had locked myself, the doctor took the sharp mirror away from Emily’s neck and dropped it on the floor. He kept his hand on Emily but moved towards the toilet. With his right hand Dr White grabbed Emily by the back and hit her with his other hand. Before she could scream, his left hand cupped her mouth and muffled any noise. He pulled down his trousers, reached up Emily’s dress, and ripped off her panties before pulling her little body against his. He rested his erect cock between her butt cheeks. The back of Emily’s head touched Dr White’s chest. Dr White had taken his hands away from Emily’s mouth so he could adjust her body. She was screaming now, quite loudly, so Dr White slapped her on the face so hard she stopped crying. As the pain set in she became more quiet.

Dr White pushed Emily to the floor and kneeled over her. He pushed her dress up and moved his cock towards her hairless pussy. He squeezed his cock in, listening to her cry as her pussy lips were pried apart. He seemed so aroused by the screams because his dick hardened even more. Emily’s face was soaking wet with tears. Dr White brought his face close to the little girl’s and started licking off the salty tears on her cheeks.

“Why are you doing this?” I managed to ask.

Dr White pushed his cock further into the little girl till he was fully in.

“STOP IT!” I screamed. “What are you doing?”

Dr White took his floppy cock out and walked towards me. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m show the little bitch how she’s supposed to take it from a man.”

“You’re raping her.”

“Yes, I am. Men like to rape and women love to be raped. You only live once, so why not experience everything life has to offer? Do you know how good it feels to hear a woman scream? It's music to my eyes. Do you know how beautful it is to witness pure fear in the eyes of a woman? It is a work of art. Do you know what my teacher told me?”

“What?”

“Life is short,” said the doctor. “Live it. That’s what she told me. Good advice as well. Experience all emotions while you can. Live your life! Why do you think I am so successful with women and girls? This little bitch isn’t the only one I’ve had sex with. Many females, young and old, are attracted to me because of who I am. I am a winner! If you want to be a winner in this world then watch and learn.”

Dr White went back to Emily and continued to molest her.

The doctor sat on the toilet and put the little girl down so she stood in front of him. He let his hard dick hang out and started to stroke it as it enlarged. Emily’s eyes widened in fear when she saw the massive cock grow. The moment her lips opened, a faint girly meowing noise resonated briefly from her mouth before Dr White’s whole penis went in and muted her. Dr White grabbed Emily by her pigtails and moved her head back and forth. He was slow at first but increased his speed till she found it hard to breathe.

“Yer like this, huh?” Dr White kept talking as he sat on the toilet. “This is what big girls do. You wanna be a big girl, don’t you? You’re not a baby anymore. This is how women are supposed to be. This is how women are. This is the attitude a young girl learns when she grows up. You’ll learn it all a lot faster from me than from your friends or from television. Every young girl learns how to give blowjobs as she grows up. This is how they please their husbands.”

My eyes were wide open. I was both shocked and horrified. For me this was like watching a horror movie for the first time.

Just when it seemed like Emily’s throat was starting to hurt, Dr White’s cock finally left her mouth. He lifted Emily up with both his hands in her armpits. The doctor fully undressed Emily, taking off her blouse, her top, her dress, and even her socks. He remained seated on the toilet, spread his legs, and positioned Emily’s mouth over his cock. He then grabbed Emily’s legs and rotated her till her legs were in the air. Her mouth was still on the doctor’s cock. Dr White then spread Emily’s legs and lowered her pussy to his mouth. He started to lick on her pussy, probing his tongue inside her. Afraid of falling, Emily grabbed each of Dr White’s thighs with her hands and pulled her head up till she could talk.

“I need to do a wee wee,” she said. “I also need to do a poo.”

Dr White opened his mouth up wide. “Do it in my mouth.”

The doctor shoved Emily’s mouth back on his cock. The little girl started urinating. Most of the urine fell out from the doctor’s mouth, streamed down his body, soaking his clothes. The streams of urine either dripped inside the toilet water or dripped down towards the white tiles. The bright yellow streams of liquid contrasted against the bright white tiles.

Dr White had a mouthful of urine in his mouth. He didn’t swallow but instead brought his lips up to Emily’s anal hole and transferred the urine into her rectum.

“You said you needed to poo,” said Dr White. “Now is the time to do it, little bitch.”

Emily squeezed, letting feces flow from her ass.

Dr White had his mouth open, taking in the mixture of urine and feces squirting from her anus. He seemed so turned on by the fart smell that he started to bounce Emily’s head harder on his penis. He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her mouth back and forth against his cock.

Dr White lifted the little girl off and placed her feet on the ground. He stood up and looked at the pieces of poo floating in the toilet water. The poo must have either come from Dr White’s ass or dropped down from Emily’s ass.

Emily looked relieved. She probably thought it was all over.

Dr White then stood up from the toilet. He lifted Emily up till she was over his shoulders and threw her like a spear headfirst into the toilet. Afterwards he spread her legs apart and shoved his cock into her virgin ass. She screamed inside the toilet water. Bubbles rose to the surface. She probably had several turds floating into her mouth. Dr White ruthlessly fucked her ass, shaking her whole body, including her head, which pounded against the inner walls of the toilet. Emily’s scalp smashed against the ceramic. If that wasn’t enough Dr White’s large cock shredded her asshole. Blood from her virgin ass acted as lubricant. Dr White was pounding her continuously in the ass. I couldn’t imagine how much pain she must’ve went through. I couldn’t believe this was happening to my little girl. I felt like a failure. If I couldn’t protect, it was probably better if I never had her, if I had considered abortion.

After Dr White had ripped the little girl’s ass, he penetrated her vagina and broke her hymen. Not only was she bleeding from both holes between her legs but also from her face. Dr White lifted Emily’s body up once in a while, allowing Emily to breathe. The water that dripped off her was brown and red. The blood from her face had mixed into the toilet water.

It looked like Emily was going to drown. She gasped for air. Dr White then took the little girl's head out from the toilet and turned her around until she was on her feet again. He pushed her down and forced her to kneel beside him. With both hands he forced her mouth open and with his left hand he kept her mouth open. His right hand scooped a piece of shit from the toilet and dropped it inside her mouth. It landed on the back of her throat. She tried hard not to swallow.

Dr White grabbed Emily by her pigtails again and brought the little girl’s mouth over his penis. He was going to force the piece of shit down her throat with his dick. The doctor pulled and pushed his penis in and out of Emily’s mouth, mixing the shit in her mouth with her saliva, most likely forcing some of the shit down her throat. Emily’s look of disgust and revulsion turned Dr White on even more. He then sat down on the toilet and grabbed Emily’s legs, rotating her legs upwards again, resting the girl’s pussy over his mouth. Since her hymen was broken, her pussy leaked blood. Dr White licked the blood. He pumped the little girl’s face over his cock until Emily choked on the shit and vomited. Her vomit was orange and brown. Dr White, turned on by the orange vomit as well as the blood, continued to fuck her face till he fired his semen into the back of her throat. Blobs of semen dribbled out from her mouth. She spat the rest out. Dr White sat on the toilet, breathing heavily.

The doctor started giving Emily orders. “Go suck your mother’s pussy. Go on!” The old man was exhausted as the sat on the toilet.

Emily crawled over to me, leaving behind a trail of blood. Her face was bruised and bleeding. I sat down on the tiles. My little girl came up to me and started licking my fingers.

“What are you doing?” Dr White started screaming at Emily. “I said suck her pussy between her legs, not her fingers. When you’re done with her, come suck me off. I’ll be ready to go again.”

Emily crawled up to me. When she was near me I noticed that she wasn’t as badly hurt as I thought she was. There were cuts and bruises, but nothing permanent. I could tell, however, that she was in pain.

The little girl looked at my pussy for a while before looking up at my face. As she breathed on me, I could smell the sweet vomit in her breath as well the scent of feces coming from the back of her throat. Orange vomit circled the rim of her mouth. Wide gashes on her forehead started to oozed blood that covered her face. She started licking my pussy very slowly, not really knowing what she was doing. It didn’t seem to matter though because Dr White was too busy recuperating on the toilet to concentrate on what was happening. Emily kept her eyes on me and I tried very hard to communicate my love for her through my eyes.

My little girl’s tongue flicked against my clitoris. She started to build up speed. She threw her arms around me and held on to my wrists as she sucked harder and harder. I held back my orgasm.

I suddenly realized that the handcuffs that locked my wrists against the pipe were not locked anymore. Emily had unlocked it. The key was in her hands. She must have swiped it from the doctor while he was molesting her. The little girl continued to fiddle with the handcuff behind my back as she sucked me, pretending to hold on to my wrists to support her movements. Dr White sat on the toilet looking at the ceiling most of the time.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I reached a climax and squirted my pussy juices into Emily’s mouth. Afterwards, she wiped clean her lips.

Before heading back to Dr White, Emily lightly kissed my pussy lips, looked up at me, and smiled slightly. She had succeeded in removing the handcuffs without making too much noise. I positioned my body so that the handcuffs were covered.

Dr White had recovered from his tiredness. He spread his legs as he sat on the toilet and told Emily to kneel down and suck his balls. He moaned with pleasure when Emily started to lick him. I used this opportunity to look for the sharp piece of mirror the doctor had left on the tiles. I found it. It was about five feet away from me, so by the time I got to it from where I was, Dr White could probably attack me or Emily. Dr White was also a much stronger man than I was, so I needed to do this right.

The doctor took a handful of hair from the back of Emily’s head and started pumping her head in and out quickly. Her muffled cries came out as a high-pitched moan. She gagged. Fresh tears came out of her eyes. Dr White rammed his cock into the little girl’s face. Emily was jerked back and forth so hard it looked as if her neck was about to snap. Dr White cried out and started cumming again. He kept her head still and moved his cock in and out. Emily’s face went red. Even more tears fell down her cheeks. Semen was running out from her nostrils. This sight must have turned the doctor on because he closed his eyes and screamed out very loudly.

I stood up, lunged at the sharp piece of mirror on the ground, and ran towards Dr White with the mirror high in the air. While the doctor was in the middle of his loud orgasm, I drove the mirror’s sharp knife-like tip into Dr White’s chest. He opened his eyes, looked at the blood spilling from his chest, and kept cumming, ramming his cock into Emily’s mouth even harder. His own blood seemed to sexually arouse him further.

I took the knife out and stabbed him in the chest again, this time in his heart. At the peak of his orgasm, Dr White’s body started to shake as the last of his cum pumped out. After a few moments of shaking, the doctor then slouched back on the toilet. His eyes shut, and all movement stopped.

Emily took her head away from Dr White and spat and breathed out all the semen collected at the back of her throat and in her nasal cavity. She choked and coughed out red cum.

I looked at Emily. She had cuts on her head and had vaginal and anal tearing. But she was still alive. I was kneeling near the toilet. Emily sat where she was for a while and started crawling up to me. I held her in my arms and tried to calm her shaking body. I looked at her beautiful face and wiped away as much blood as possible.

I kissed her lightly on her bottom lip. She tasted sweet. I hope she liked the kiss. Afterwards she seemed rather quiet.

This incident was something that would haunt and traumatize Emily for her whole life.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered to her. “I’m so sorry.”

Emily had her arms around my back. She cried into my left breast. She hugged me tightly.

"Mommy," she said to me in a whispery voice. "When I grow up, I don't want to be a slut."

I smiled. "You won't have to be." I held my little girl in my arms. "You can be whatever you want," I said. "It's your choice."

THE END