Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Nurse/Meet
“Sorry,” you managed to mumble, shallowing your anger and your pride, and turned around to leave the smiling doctor to herself.
“Wait! Wait!” she called you from behind, and you heard her standing up, “don’t go, we still haven’t introduced ourselves.” you turned around, your shame receding before your anger. Even standing up, you were a head taller than the doctor. She had left the cigarette down and was looking at you not with the defiant eyes from earlier, but with ashamed eyes while biting her lower lip, “I’m Andrea, the local quack.”
Even though your anger had diminished at seeing her change in attitude, you weren’t ready to just let bygones be bygones, “I’m John, the pedophile,” you spat.
Andrea flinched a little at your implicit complaint, but quickly recovered a bit of her bravado, “well, it’s true, isn’t it?”
“And now we’ve met.” you stated, turning around and going for the door once more.
“No! Sorry, sorry,” she actually grabbed your arm and tried to stop you. You were very tempted to just push her off, but the real tone of regret in her voice made you give her another chance, “It’s just I’m so frustrated… and you were an easy target… so, sorry.”
You took a deep breath and forced yourself to regain control, “you welcome everyone like that?” you finally asked, turning around and letting her drag you back into the infirmary.
“No!” she quickly said, “only those that try to get into my panties,” she said with a crooked smile. You rolled your eyes, considering just turning around for the third time and forget she even existed, “so what brought you to my humble pharmacy?”
“I just wanted to introduce myself,” you answered, “seeing we might have to work together with the children.”
“Really?” she said, and again her smile turned a little devilish, this girl had a way to switch from cute to evil in a blink, “should I expect a lot of girls in need of prenatal care soon?”
Again you rolled your eyes, it was pointless to talk with this crazy woman. She must have guessed your feelings, as she continued, again in her apologetic tone.
“Look, let me level with you,” she started, “this might be a dream job for you, but it’s been a nightmare for me. I’m forced to be here all day waiting for some stupid kid to scrap his knee or crack his head, having to endure the charms of horny teenagers that don’t get that I’m 10 years older than them, or the idiotic fantasies of dim-witted girls that think a whore is an STD.”
She paused, picked the smoke from her desk and took a deep puff.
“And once the day it’s over it’s even worst, half the town resents me because I’m a foreigner, and the other half hates me because I’m a single woman. I just wish they all die from inbreeding soon… no offense,” she said almost as an afterthought, “I can’t practice real medicine, I haven’t made any progress on my research project, and on top of all that, they somehow managed to legally approve rape as a valid punishment,” she said pointing at you.
“I don’t think it’s—”
“And now I’m trapped!” she continued, not letting you interject, “if I quit I lose all my hours, and if I go to the authorities I lose my hours and maybe even my life because, let me tell you, the headmaster has some very shady friends.”
“What are you—”
“Then you came, all happy and free about raping all those girls,” she almost sang, “and I’ll be the one patching torn vaginas and anus, giving valium or worst so they forget, and maybe even delivering babies right here! All signed! I’ll never get a real job!” she ended, screaming so hard you half expected someone to come see how was being murdered.
You stood there, taken aback by her forcefulness, while she dropped the stub and lighted a new smoke. “I didn’t actually want to return, you know?” you said, at last, the last embers of your anger quickly going out.
“I know,” she simply said, back to her indifferent self.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I researched,” she explained, like you were an idiot, “you think I got my PhD for sitting around? I knew something was weird when they kick me out of the school board. I got a copy of the so-called guidelines, and your name. Then the headmaster’s goons invited me to his office and explained that everything was legal, and that if I made waves, I would be the only one drowning.”
“Sorry,” was all you managed to say.
“I’ll survive, I always do,” she relaxed on her chair, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from following her body. She had almost no breasts, but her hips were well developed, “and I might even be able to advance my research with these new rules,” she opened her eyes and smiled when she caught you looking at her, “do you want to make them pregnant?” she asked, while she seductively turned her body on the chair and opened her legs slightly, forcing her tight skirt to ride up, exposing her thighs.
“Sorry?”
“I can see you want to,” she said, pointing to your crotch, “what age do you prefer, mister pedophile?” she started talking in a high voice, imitating a little girl, and with a body like hers, it was easy to fall into the trap, “do you want the fertile body of a 15-year-old?” she asked, caressing her sides and further opening her legs, “or the newly-ripe build of a 12-year-old?” she continued, her hands passing over her small breasts, “what about the developing curves of an 8-year-old, do they also excite you?”, almost in a fluid motion she got up from the chair and came to you, “would you be willing to defile a 6-year-old, and claim her womb for your own?” she finally said to your ear, while her hand cupped your erect member, “I think we’re going to get along just fine,” she finished, letting you go and getting back to her chair, her smoke once again between her lips, and that devilish smile on her face.
“What was that?” you asked, honestly confused. Before that moment, the myth that a man didn’t have enough blood to think and have an erection was just that, a myth; but now you weren’t so sure.
“I think we can help each other,” she explained, “you see, I’m specializing in fertility treatments, and while they aren’t legal for humans right now, I’m sure I could employ them in the students, for the sake of their safety during punishments,” she continued with that dangerous smile, “and if they turn up pregnant… well, as a scientist, it would be my duty to keep a record, right?”
“A 6-year-old, getting pregnant?” you managed to say, and to your surprise, your cock wasn’t getting soft at the idea.
“Sure, it’s not the youngest on record, and that was without any treatment,” she said matter-of-factly, “but the treatment is not immediate, so you have to send them to me and wait a few weeks, or even months, before it’s safe to… mate with them.”
“Safe?”
“Sure, I really don’t want to treat torn vaginas, those are nasty affairs,” she said with a shudder, “the treatment will allow them to stretch much easier, precocious fertility is just a side effect,” she finished, smiling, “so I’ll be waiting for the first batch soon, eh partner?” she said moving her eyebrows.
“Wait, wait, wait,” you said, closing your eyes and trying to regain control of the situation, “why do you want them pregnant?”
“It’s an untapped research environment,” she explained, again looking at you like you were an uneducated idiot, “besides, the sooner the girls start popping babies, the sooner this ridiculous program will end and I’ll be free to get away.”
Now it was your time to smile, for you had finally found some leverage in this conversation, “What’s in it for me, then? I don’t want the program to end.”
Andrea looked at you, and for the first time, you felt she was actually looking at you, “Well… you get to have sex and impregnate elementary school girls, isn’t that what you want?”
“It’s tempting,” you admitted, “but I can live with fucking just the older ones if it makes the program stay longer.”
“It’s bound to fail!” she screamed, and now you could really see her frustration coming thru, “Surely you can see this is just a failing attempt at control by a hypocritical society!”
“Calm down!” you said, taking her arms in yours and holding her in place, “I’m not against you, I would also love to see this town torn itself apart by their beliefs,” you said, glad to see her relaxing a little, “but perhaps you can offer something to sweeten the deal?” you added, lowering your hand down her back, all the way to her buttocks.
Andrea jumped a bit in your arms as your hand touched her, “aren’t I a little too old for you?”
“When I entered I thought you were 15,” you confessed, and you lower your lips to hers. The kiss was as boisterous as the doctor, beginning with a chaste kiss that developed into a fight between your tongues, until she finally pushed you away, both breathing heavily.
“I’d usually kick your ass for that,” she said, recovering her breath.
“The kiss?”
“Saying I look 15!” You just smiled and advanced on her, “wait, wait, we can’t,” she tried to stop you, “I want to study pregnant woman, not be a pregnant woman.”
“A little hypocritical of you, no?” you said, again taking her in your arms, “don’t tell me you’re not on the pill.”
“The pill?” she almost laughed, “in this town? It’s literally easier to get crack on the street than a contraceptive pill.”
“Then I guess you’ll have to take your chances,” you added, sliding your hand down her front and over her belly.
“Ok, Ok,” she said, again pushing against your, “if that’s your price… just send the children before you fuck them, and I’ll… just promise me you won’t try to make me pregnant, please?”
“What does that even mean?”
“I’m pretty regular, so don’t cum inside around my fertile days, that’s all I ask.”
“I’ll think about it,” you said, grabbing her ass and again attacking her lips. Andrea answered with the same passion as before, as your hands took the rim of her skirt and pull it up, your hands caressing her naked thighs trying to get to her belly.
“Not now!” she almost screamed as she pushed you away and lowered her skirt back. She was licking her lips and to you, it seems she was fighting with herself not to continue, “send the children first, then you can have your prize!” she stated, and to your utter amazement, she pushed you out of the infirmary and locked the door behind you.
You took a moment to process everything that has been said and done. Andrea had not only promised you would be able to have sex with even the youngest girls, and maybe even get them pregnant, you had managed to get her to put her own womb in the line for this little project of hers.
You were sure you would return to claim your prize soon enough. You wondered how many orgasms it would take for her to forget all about her pregnancy concerns.