Emma fiddled with her laptop, looking through her slides as she sat in the lecture hall. She was so nervous she felt she was going to have a heart attack. The week hadn't gone well for her. Damien had let her lose after the weekend, just as he'd said, sent her home in the limo. She'd just barely had time to go into her apartment and change clothes before she had to hurry to class.
Going out into the world again after those days being hidden away in his luxurious penthouse had been harsh. Her changes had made men more than ever take notice of her, chasing her tail. It wasn't just her new doll face and curves. It was like she had a submissive aura, something intangible that dominant men picked up on. Something that made it obvious even to normally well-behaved men that they should be rough with her.
The mental changes made her almost completely unable to fend them off. Damien had turned her sex drive and submissiveness up to 11. She'd been in two gangbangs already during the week, and it was only Thursday.
This wasn't the gradual descent Damien had talked about. It was free fall. And she didn't have a parachute.
All Tuesday she'd spent handcuffed in what she suspected was some frat bedroom. A group of seniors had been waiting for her on her way to school, convinced her to get into their van. In the moving vehicle, after they had gotten her into cuffs, they had surprised her with a blindfold, then again by putting noise-canceling, wireless earbuds playing loud EDM in her ears. They had used their fingers in her cunt to silence her protests, then stripped her right there in the van. She couldn't speak, couldn't see or hear anything when they'd moved her from the car into a house and upstairs, dropped her naked onto a bed.
Doll-like and passively compliant, feeling isolated and disconnected from the world in her dance beat bubble, she'd obediently gone along with anything they'd wanted. With the loud music overpowering everything else, it had felt like a dream. They'd posed her and bent her, explored the possibilities of her meekly yielding little dancer's body and its extreme flexibility to the fullest - fucked her and shot their seed in her long through the night.
She'd been told later that the queue of men waiting to get their turn with her had reached out the room and down the stairs at first, but had quickly become a line reaching out into the street, as the knowledge about the limber blonde slut upstairs spread throughout the neighborhood.
Emma had gotten dumped out of the van on the curb outside her apartment next morning - sticky, naked and sleep-deprived - and the blindfold left on. The car was gone before she got the blinder off. Emma still didn't know which frat house it was. Hadn't been permitted to see the faces of any of the men using her.
She'd enjoyed every moment of it, but school that day had sure been a bitch. She'd fallen asleep in her seat.
Whenever a guy greeted her now, she couldn't be sure if it was because he wanted to get to know her, or if it was because she'd taken his cum in her womb.
Emma had only been with three boys before this week, but by now she felt it must be up in the hundreds. She'd been fucked more times than she could count, been had several times by her own classmates. A few of them were looking back at her at this very moment, making lewd little gestures to her, ignoring the student at the front of the lecture hall as he was giving his presentation.
She was still tasting the cum from the most recent blowjob she'd been persuaded to give. The guy that had provided the goo she was swirling in her mouth was sitting on the row right behind her. She'd made sure to get all of it into her mouth, to minimize the risk of having to stand in front of the class with jizz in her hair. Hardly any of it had gone up her sinuses. Still, she wished she'd had time to go blow her nose before class. The scent when she breathed steered her thoughts in the wrong direction. Bad. She couldn't afford to lose her speech right when she was about to give her presentation.
She closed her eyes, tried to calm herself. Tried not to think of the glorious feeling of that cock in her mouth.
"Emma, your turn," she heard and opened her eyes, her wet daydream interrupted just when it was getting good. She blushed when she realized her professor was looking at her - along with most of the class.
Her professor was old, probably in his sixties. Famous in his area of expertise. Emma quite liked him. He managed to make the lectures interesting, not droning like some of the other professors she had. That didn't mean she was comfortable with swirling cum in her mouth while he was watching her, though.
Her face pink, she swallowed discreetly, a mouthful of cum down her gullet while most of the class was watching. Some of them probably knew.
She folded her laptop and was about to stand up when she felt a hand on her shoulder, holding her down. The guy she'd sucked off was whispering to her. "Remember that trick about imagining your audience naked if you are nervous about giving a presentation?" he said. "Well, just know... While you're giving your speech we will all be imagining YOU naked," he finished, chuckling.
Oh, shit, now she couldn't get that vision out of her head. Imagining standing in front of the entire class undressed, showing herself off, spinning around to display the entirety of her dolled form. Dancing like a stripper. She gulped, feeling the pink on her cheeks deepen as the arousal hit her.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it," she thought, standing up, walking down the stairs towards the front. She hooked her laptop to the projector. Then tried to say something. Nope, nothing. De-voiced. She stood there for a moment, just barely holding back the panic. She had to go for plan B.
She'd managed to find the time to edit her practice videos into what she felt was a decent presentation, putting her slides together with her voice, sometimes a little insert with her face in the corner. It was the best she'd been able to do.
Emma brought up the video player, pressed play. The presentation started.
Her professor wouldn't be happy.
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It had been the longest five minutes of her life, having to stand there, letting the video play, her voice coming from the speakers. Her new, dolled voice sounded like a young girl playing at being a phone sex operator. It was innocently sexual, as if completely unintended. Listening to it and realizing how incidentally it oozed sex only further fueled her fantasies, intensified her arousal.
