Indoctrinated

Emily spent her days tucked under Ebenezer's desk now. When she got under the desk, he handed her a pair of headphones, along with a screen and an iPhone attached to it. It was like hypnosis, without the hocus pocus of it. When Ebenezer was at ease, her indoctrination was cultural in nature. Speeches from Black leaders, past and present. Speeches from anyone critical of Anglo-American society, speakers that made her feel repulsed by her past. Speeches on the need for social justice.

But whenever Ebenezer wanted, the indoctrination was switched over to videos of big Black cocks being sucked on by white mouths and fucking white pussies. And whenever that happened, Emily obediently shifted positions, sucking on Ebenezer's cock until he was relieved. And that happened more and more frequently, it felt. And the days grew shorter and shorter, with Emily growing spacier and spacier.