Writer: Lilith’s Bitch
Subject: Corrupted Biology Lesson
Link: LS666 Emails / 01.06.2026
Corrupted Biology Lesson
It was the summer holidays. I was sixteen, and the school was having additional classes, modules, where you completed set work, then you would be given a personal project. I was bright and clever, but lonely, unhappy, and uncertain as to why, and unpopular with both the boys and the girls. As a result, I ended up with a solo project.
I would be in the biology prep room next to the labs, shelves of equipment, microscopes and some biological samples gathering dust till needed for lessons. The lab technician was on maternity leave, and we had a temporary woman who was training to be a teacher. She was a young Indian girl with a very Indian attitude to discipline, which I found curiously thrilling, as she had a very dominant way with her.
Must have been first generation and so had both Indian and British sensibilities. Liked to imagine she had knowledge and spirituality from her homeland, which had been lost in the West. Possibly a somewhat romantic idea, but they seemed to understand me, or at least pretended to. She would go into the shelves and return with a model of a kidney or heart and a textbook, and I would draw and annotate the organ.
After a couple of days of this, the textbook seemed happy with my attitude, as the textbook was supplemented by a more medical book of photographs of the organs dissected. I found this interesting, and she was happy with my response to what was, after all, quite graphic pics. It possibly awakened something in me at that point; I was not sure what it was. However, I was nervous and shy, and she was so very intimidating.
One day, she said she had a treat for me and produced a big brown cardboard box of human bones. She took out a femur, and I drew that. This was replaced with pelvis, and then a scapula, a shoulder blade and I drew and annotated those too. This continued for several days as we worked around the body. The bones were placed in the correct position relative to each other on a long bench at the back of the prep lab. It was darker there, private and quiet.
It was a strange atmosphere. I would be alone, and sometimes she would come in to collect some apparatus; we were rarely interrupted. Teenage boys are easily sexually aroused, and I was no exception. It was high summer and hot, so she would come in wearing a t-shirt and shorts before putting on the pristine lab coat.
Several times, she would be sitting on a stool, and the white lab coat would gape open, and I could see down her t-shirt or ride up exposing a lot of lovely, muscular, long brown legs. I half believed/hoped this was deliberate, but it’s unlikely. She would walk barefoot in the prep room, which was curiously erotic.
Left alone, I started to develop hard-ons, and really, my cock became quite erect. Something in me was responding to the bones and photographs of bodies and dissected organs. We would have a PE lesson sometimes, and so rather than getting changed back would go to the prep room in shorts and a football top. Let’s just say I was showing a lot of skin, and this made my hard-on difficult to hide, and there were a couple of tricky moments.
I was getting dreams about her large eyes and what lay under the lab coat, and would wake up hard or having had a ‘wet dream.’ Then there was the second type of dream, she was still there, but they were somehow much darker, harder to remember, but the organs and bones would be there, sometimes the girl naked in the dissection atlas. The bones were left out and laid on a bench, forming a very incomplete skeleton.
We were reaching the end of the summer classes, and the skeleton when she produced a skull for me to draw. This really called to me, and I started sketching it. I put my hand out and touched the cold, rough surface; it was as if it had a static charge. Some of the teeth were missing the molars, and it seemed almost as if it was grinning at me or mocking me. It was the last afternoon, and I had used the word fissure too many times.
It appeared as if the lab coat was especially tight and not as long as she seemed to show more lovely brown skin, and her eyes even larger. She came in to get some gas jars and tubing and said she would be away for half an hour. She left and continued sketching. After five minutes, I had a raging hard-on. It was one of those moments where you did not really have a plan, just working on instinct.
Picking up the skull, taking care with the separate jawbone to keep the two parts together, I was surprised how heavy it was and placed it on the bench beside the rest of the skeleton. Stood there, and something seemed to change in me and the atmosphere. It was the work of a second to take my football top off and drop my shorts and y-fronts, exposing my rock-hard cock springing up to attention.
Undid my trainers, removed my socks and took my shorts off. Stood there in the half light at the back of the prep room next to the skeleton. Bent down and kissed the skull on where the lips would have been. Then got up on the bench and straddled the skeleton, rubbing the head of my cock all over the bones and the skull. Had to angle the skull up to make a gap between the jaw and the upper skull, and pushed my cock into the mouth of the skull.
Strange imaginings or memories possibly came flooding into my head, dark pictures. Felt my balls tighten as I ejaculated into the skull’s open mouth. Nearly fainted with the strength of the orgasm. It took a few paper towels to clean up the skeleton afterwards, and then myself, washing my cock in the sink. It was good that there was a slight chemical smell in the room, as it hid the smell of my cum.
Had time to get dressed and sort myself out before she came back, or so I thought, but really, I was pretty confused for days with what I had done. However, the real me won out, and pretty soon it became a regular thing to strip naked, get hard and cum in the skeleton’s mouth. Tried to fit it in with no success.
The woman had put out preserved human organs in glass around the room, and I would look around seeing brain, heart, liver and kidneys, it was impossible not to get hard and walk around naked in the room. It was the end of the day, and she asked me to stay behind, which was intriguing. She sent me out for five minutes and told me to knock on the door before entering. I waited, and she finally said I could come in.
There was the smell of incense and candles around the room; it was dark. She locked the door behind me and stared at me as if making a decision. Finally she must have concluded as she held the white lab coat and pulled it open to reveal her naked body, her lovely large breasts and dark nipples.
“You are a virgin,” she asked and looking at the floor embarrassed said I was.
“Strip,” she said and it took only a few moments to remove my t-shirt, shorts, boxer shorts and trainers.
“Your first time having sex is important as it imprints on you, changing your desires and needs. Yours will be to Satan.”
She had made a ring of the bones and preserved organs on the tables, and made me lie down on the table inside the ring, my cock was so hard.
There was a bucket of cow offal, intestines, hearts and liver, and she showed it to me. She also got on the bench and straddled me, slowly going down on my shaft. It was incredible. Then she reached for the bucket and poured the red blood and grey intestines all over herself. It was cold and clammy and slowly trailed its way down her naked body and onto me.
I was repulsed and shocked by the smell, but equally, my cock got harder, as she bounced up and down on my member, incanting quietly to myself. It took little time before I found myself having my first orgasm inside a woman, the slimy mess all over me.
With her hands, she rubbed the blood and tissue all over me, kissing me hard on the lips. Luckily, the physical education changing rooms were close by, and we both showered without embarrassment, getting clean. I was getting dressed after the scene of my initiation.
“Smell that,” she said, “Only blood and decay will sexually excite you. Satan is your master. This is my gift to you; you are one of us now. Accept the truth I have now made.”
She left a few days later, but she made a big change in me and my psyche.
THE END?