The Perverted Professor - Horror

The rain fell in heavy sheets from the night sky. It fell so hard that it bounced six inches off the asphalt. Inside the taxi the sound of the rain drowned out the car stereo. Dawn gazed out the passenger window, watching people run for cover from the rain or huddle in doorways and bus stops waiting for it to stop.

The world turned a brilliant white.

Like a flash from a giant camera the whitewash only lasted a second. But it caused a thunderous roar that reverberated down the city streets. The roar was so great Dawn felt the bass inside her chest.

Northern England was suffering a tropical storm. A sign of climate Change the talk show host proclaimed on the radio station.

As a child, Dawn was scared of thunder and lightning. Now she believed it was nature's warning to stay at home. Don’t go to school, had now become, don’t go to work.

Yet here Dawn was, in a taxi going to meet her latest clien.

The Professor.

The taxi parked under the covered entrance of a brightly lit hospital. Dawn stepped out from the backdoor of the taxi then weaved her way between puddles and patients into the bustling reception area. The University Hospital once gave hope of a better life now filled Dawn with dread.

Plasted to a notice board Dawn cringed at the Sexual Health poster, but made a note of collecting one if accompanying fylers on the way out. Life as an escort called for weekly tests.

Wearing a long white lab coat to hide what lay underneath, nothing but stiletto heels, Dawn felt ****. The lack of clothes had been requested by the Professor who had booked a two hour meetingl.

Dawn scanned the foyer for her latest client. Despite the stormy weather the hospital was throbbing with people of all casts, creeds and walks of life. Professors, nurses, porters and patients. All busy. All in a rush.

There, amongst the crowd, Dawn spotted him.

The Professor waited at the reception desk. Dawn knew it was him as he was an exceptionally tall man with a twisted thin lipped grin. Wispy blond hair. Bespectacled with a neat beard. He stepped up to Dawn. "I like your lab coat.” He shook Dawn’s cold hand. “Fire retardant as well as spill proof. Good."

Dawn noticed the German accent. "Well, I’m glad you like it. The coat is from my uni days."

"Yes it’s good. Expensive. I can see the double stitching.” The Professor sounded distracted as he rubbed his thumb over the top of Dawn’s delicate hand. “I must say, your hand is very cold. This despite it being nineteen celsius outside. Yet I can feel your pulse is racing. So you’re clearly nervous but your body isn’t generating the heat one would expect.””

“I always have cold hands.”

The Professor turned Dawn’s hand in his,and inspected the veins of her wrist. ““Interesting. Alabaster skin with shallow veins. Yes. I can work with this."

“What do you mean?”

“Anaemia or heart condition?”

Dawn felt confused by his behaviour. She finally managed to free her hand from the Professor’s, "I have anaemia."

"Receiving treatment?"

"Iron tablets."

"Good. It’s nothing to worry about, it's a very common condition. Although I was hoping you’d suffered from something more… interesting. But never mind, I can just pretend you have an underlying heart condition. " The Professor smiled. "You'll be glad to know my lab is nice and warm. It sits above the hospital incinerator. The oven is always on. Like the good old days back home in Germany.”

“Was that an antisemtic joke?”

“No. Merely a reference to my mother’s cooking rather than genocide. She was a housewife who loved to bake. She made the finest Apple Strudel.” The professor looked annoyed, then gestured to Dawn to follow. "Enough chit chat. Come with me."

The Professor led Dawn down the main corridor which was packed with medical staff and sickly patients. Through door after door they walked in silence, Dawn’s heels clicking on the lino as if they were determined to give away her dirty secrets.

Each corridor got quieter, less populated. Darker.

After what felt like walking a mile of warren-like corridors they were alone.Lit only in emergency lighting, this part of the building felt deserte

The pair came to a door with the word ‘research’ painted above in red capital letters. Using his keycard that dangeled around his neck, The Professor tapped it on a control panel. A moment later the heavy security door buzzed and he pushed it open.

Stepping inside the research centre Dawn noticed it too was deserted. Dawn scanned the room as if she was looking for threats. And then she sees something she would never forget..

Dawn jumped. Let out a screech. Pointed. “What the fuck?” Her finger aimed at large glass jars lined up across a shelf. They contained various organs and foetuses suspended in what Dawn suspected was plasma. The foetuses were all at different stages of growth. Not all looked human. Dawn’s voice quivered as she asked, “What do you do here?”

“Research.”

“Into what?”

“Many things. Declining birth rates. Increasing miscarriages. Birth defects. Excetera.”

Dawn then saw what looked like a fully formed baby. She felt overcome with grief. “I don’t think I can continue. My heart is breaking.”

“It is very sad, but the team here works tirelessly to prevent such future deaths.” The Professor covered Dawn’s eyes with his hand as he walked her past a large vat containing a suspended corpse of a woman who died in childbirth. He guided Dawn out of the lab and into yet another corridor. “I’m sorry you had to see this room, but there is no other way to my lab.”

Dawn felt uncomfortable. Scared. It was as if she was on the set of a horror film.

Apart from the corpses, what scared Dawn was the lack of noise. Lack of life. All she could hear was her heartbeat.

It all felt… deadly quiet.

The Professor led her to a second security door, this time he used a retina scan to gain access. A heavy lock clunked open and the door began to slide open. A robotic voice came over the room’s PA.

WELCOME PROFESSOR BECKER. I SEE YOU HAVE A YOUNG FEMALE GUEST

“Yes COEUS. This is Dawn.”

HELLO DAWN. YOU’RE VERY BEAUTIFUL.

“Thank you COEUS.”

YOU’RE WELCOME

As he walked into his lab, the Professor turned to face Dawn "Welcome to my lab."

Dawn stepped into a gleaming white room that was humming and whirring to the sound of computers and electrically driven machinery. The expensive kit sat behind a wall of glass. And the Professor was right. His lab felt warm. Very warm.

But Dawn’s attention was pulled to the terror that awaited her in the middle of the room.

In the centre of the room was a leather chair with leg stirrups. The kind found in a gynaecologist's room. Only this one was hooked up to sensors and toys.

Sex toys.

Dildos, butt plugs, beads and vibrators. All seemed large. All seemed to be customised and were linked with wires to the lab#s wider network.

A large monitor attached to a metal arm hung from the ceiling. Three cameras and a microphone also hung above the hellish chair.

Dawn panicked. "What do you study?"

"Diviant sexual behaviour.'

"Oh.” Dawn felt her lips jitter. “I know it’s late in the day to cancel. But can I… I mean, I want to go back home? Sorry. But I want tto leave."

"You can back out. You're free to go.” The Professor didn’t sound concerned. Nor bothered. “But you will be doing your sisters a disservice if you leave."

"How?"

“I want to learn why why women fall victim of sexual ****. You may hold the key to ending sexual ****.”

“By abusing me?”

“I don’t know what you mean?”

Dawn felt alarmed. Disgusted. “What? Are you serious? One luck at your chair tells me all I need to know. And surely, if you’re serious about finding the answers, you should be studying men rather than women?”

“I have studied a number of men. Seventy five, in fact. You, Dawn. A’re my first, and most likely, my only woman.” He glanced at the ceiling. “Am I telling the truth, COEUS?”

NO. PROFESSOR. YOU HAVE STUDIED SEVENTY-SIX MALES. BUT, YES. DAWN IS THE ONLY FEMALE.

“Ah. One male later identified himself as trangender. I forgot.”

“Im having no part in the study. Sorry.”

"Wait. Before you go." The Professor stepped in front of the door open palmed. “The university tells me you owe them twelve thousand pound in unpaid fees.”

“How do you know?”

“I choose my patients carefully.”

Dawn felt appalled. “You sick fuck. You’re blackmailing me”

“Ah, ah. Don’t bite the hand that potentially feeds. I earn the institute millions in grants. I can make sure the university stops chasing you for your unpaid fees. If fact. I can get you on any advanced course you want. For free. All you need to do is sign your consent to help me in my research.”

“Serious?”

“My promise to you. Once published I’ll even give you credit on my paper.” The Professor walked to his desk. “Let me just get your contract for you to read.” He sat at his computer. “Also If you fail your course again. Just come and see me and I’m sure we can come to another agrangment.”

“Somehow, I don’t think I’ll be coming back here.” Dawn began to read the text but after a few paragraphs she couldn’t focus due to a potent mix of nerves, pressure and the unbearable heat of the room. Line of text began to bend or blend with another. But felt she had read the important but, the offer of free uni courses, saw the zeros which matched her debt. That, Dawn believed, was enough.

Dawn signed and dated the form.

But what she didn’t read was the risks. The life altering surgery. Allowing the Professor to implant false memories, changing her sexual tastes and wants. She had signed her life away to a sexual deviant with wild and crazy perversious. A perverted genius with a brilliant but deeply troubled mind, who believed he had been born to change the human species one prostitute at a time.

“Take off your coat and sit in the chair.”

Dawn hesitated then froze. She stood,clenched her fists. Her feet suddenly felt concreted into the floor. “Erm…”

“Now, now. No need to be shy. Don’t be scared. Do as I say and we won't have any issues”

The Professor stepped up and smelled her hair but may as well have been smelling for fear. He reached out then began to pop each button of her lab coat, one at a time. Slowly revealing Dawn’s soft soft white modest mounds of her chest.

Dawn shook with dread as the front of the coat draped open displaying her stiff pink nipples.

Wearing his sinister grin the Professor pushed the coat down her slender shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “There, that’s better.”

The Professor stepped back and admired Dawn’s nuble form. “Though not a virgin, you’re still an image of unspoilt youth. A blank canvas for me to paint on.” He slowly but deliberately pointed towards the chair. “Now get on my chair.”

Dawn did as she was told and mounted the large foreboding chair. After Dawn took her seat The Professor wasted no time strapping her wrists tightly to the arms of the chair. He grinned, “For you… this will be over in no time.”

“I hope so.” Drawn grimaced as the Professor buckled legs into the stirrups. Her legs were then **** into a spread, exposing her pussy to the room.

A whimper passed her lips and her eyes welled tears as The Professor began to place sensors on her temples. She wanted to ask what they were for but feared what the answer was going to be.

In a situation such as this, Ignorance, Dawn thought, was bliss.

The professor then stopped. “Ah. Contact lenses.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll have to be careful not to melt them”

“What?”

“Relax. “ The professor chuckled. “ Just a bad joke. Remember, I’m German. We don’t have a sense of humour.”

Dawn watched the Professor walk back to his desk. She then looked on in horror as he began rummaging through her small handbag. “Ay, that’s my personal property.”

“Relax. I need something. You’ll have it back before you leave.”

“No.” Dawn watched as The Professor lifted her smartphone from her handbag. “Put it back now. “

“I said relax. It’s part of the therapy.”

“Therapy?”

The Professor hooked up her smartphone to his laptop causing COEUS to speak.

SMARTPHONE ENCRYPTION BROKEN. DEVICE DOWNLOADING.

Pictures of Dawn’s friends and family were sucked into COEUS. Dawn’s childhood memories. Addresses and text messages. Nude selfies. Diary posts. All compiled and organised for Dawn’s life changing therapy.

A tear rolled down Dawn’s cheek as the Professor stepped back upto Dawn’s chair pushing a trolly filled with oversized sexy toys. But it was the surgical tools which alarmed her. “What are you doing?”

“Sush. Don’t worry. I’m going to perfect you.”

“Perfect me?”

The Professor's smile lacked warmth. “You’ll thank me later.” He held Darwn’s chin then and tilted her head back, then placed a neck brace to stop her head moving.

Dawn closed her eyes in prayer.

“Open your eyes for me, Dawn.” Dawn did as she was told. The Professor then held her eyelid in place with sticky tape.

Suddenly the large monitor above Dawn lit up and the arm holding the screen began to lower.

COEUS IS READY TO STREAM