Medical Presentation

Clementine might have made a mistake, agreeing to play guinea pig to researchers at her University in exchange for her tuition fees. In her defense, the original application had been innocent enough.

Things just slowly escalated from testing little concoction in paper cups, to climbing up onto the Dean's lap and asking— begging him to do unspeakable things to her. And then, she is strapped onto a medical table and explored in the most intimate, perverse way while an entire hall-room of students watch.

Pleasure and humiliation are inextricably linked as she surrenders to the expert hands of the professors and doctors, who touch every inch of her body and uses instruments to explore inside her.

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She stumbles into the hall with all the students already in their seats, waiting for her to make an appearance. Her cheeks are flushed, and she feels out of sorts already, like she's stumbled into a dream and if she were to pinch herself, she wouldn't feel a thing.

She wants to sink into one of the seats and pretend to be a student, but everyone turns to her the moment she steps in and they look at her like they want a piece of her.

She thinks of running.

Except she can feel the warm hand circling her elbow, guiding her into what appears to be a bed set up on the stage, stirrups positioned at the end to help her lift her legs up.

The whole lecture theatre is so quiet that she can hear her heart beating rapidly against her chest, her breasts rising and falling as she struggles to control her breathing. Her ears fold back fearfully.

“Why don't you take a seat so we can get started, darling?” the professor guides her to the bed and gestures for her to get up.

She's wearing a long white dress with no underwear underneath and she feels so dizzy already, so turned on even though they haven't done anything to her yet. She climbs onto the bed, heart beating wildly in her chest, and perches at the edge of the bed with her legs dangling. Her tail is curled up around her waist and she worries at the tip of the furry tail, biting her lower lip between her teeth to stop herself from chewing on her tail in a self-soothing gesture.

“Legs up, darling,” the professor says, and she blinks at him with her wide eyes, deliberately not understanding his request. She isn't wearing any underwear and if she were to put her legs on the stirrups, they would be able to see everything. “Come now, Kitten. Be good,” he says, leaning forward until his lips brushed over her ear. “It'll be alright. I promise.”

She whimpers and breathes in, her lungs immediately filled with the scent of the aroused man. Alpha, her animal provides helpfully. Werewolf.