Phoebe practically skipped down the pathway ahead of her. She couldn't wait to come across that mysterious door and finally find out what was behind it. It didn't take long before she saw that telltale red glint in the distance. She quickened her pace and at last came upon her prize. Hard-won, indeed, but so worth it. She rubbed her thighs together at the memory of her earning the key to this hidden level. She brought that key up to the lock and held her breath as she inserted it and twisted. A loud clunk sounded and the door swung inwards before her. She walked right in without hesitation, anticipating what might lie in store for her next. What she didn't expect to see was...a classroom? No, more like a university lecture hall. She walked forward into the dimly lit room. She was looking at the backs of dozens of seats all pointed toward a raised platform at the front of the room. The platform held a large table with what looked like gynecological stirrups attached to the front corners. Next to the table was a rolling cart with drawers hiding who-knows-what inside. The platform was much more brightly lit than the rest of the classroom, she noticed. She peered across the audience seating noting the classroom was half full of probably 30 or so humanoid-like creatures. They looked human-like from behind, but some were slightly oddly shaped, reminding her of the creatures that had crowded around to watch and torment her (deliciously) when she first entered the maze.
"At last!" a voice boomed from the front of the room and every creature turned in their seats to look right at Phoebe.
"We have been waiting for you, what took so long? We only have a couple of hours for this lesson!" the voice practically shouted at her, sounding irritated.
Phoebe glanced around her quickly. Was the creature speaking to her?
"Goodness, you're still keeping us all waiting! Step to the front of the room please, quickly!"
Phoebe jumped a bit, startled, and hurried to the front of the room. What had they meant that they were waiting for her? Were they notified when she received the key from that chair? Had they taken roll call and she was an absentee?
The loud, irritated creature came into view as Phoebe scrambled to the front of the room through the sea of students. It was large, maybe six-and-a-half feet tall or so, if she had to guess, and looked human-ish, minus the long, thin fingers, purple skin, and spiraling horns sticking from the top of its head. It wore clothes that looked a bit like scrubs and a long lab coat.
"It is good you are already disrobed, we will waste no more time! Step up and stand in front of the table, we will begin."
Phoebe hauled herself, not very gracefully, up and onto the platform and stood in front of the large table. She blushed bright red, emotions swirling within her: humiliation at her nakedness in front of so many clothed creatures, nervousness at being scolded by the stern creature (doctor? professor?), excitement for what was to come, whatever that may be. She didn't know what would come next, but she did know she would do whatever she was told here - she wanted to play this one out and finally figure out what is going on behind the mystery door.
"Alright, class. Today's lesson is Human Sexual Anatomy and Biology. We have discussed all of the specifics in previous classes and today we will examine the anatomy of a live subject. Demonstrator," he said, clearly speaking to Phoebe, "stand straight and put your hands at your sides."
She does as he orders immediately, blushing again and shivering at her stark nakedness on display.
The professor moved toward Phoebe, a long, flexible cane in his hand. He looked her up and down disdainfully, sizing up the subject of his class. He bent down before her, gazing intimately at her pussy, and frowned.
"What a shame, it appears the subject's clitoris is an innie. No way to teach the class proper anatomy if they can't even see it. It's a good thing we have tools for this very situation. Could I get two volunteers to come up here and lend me a hand?"
In no time, two students leaped onto the stage and grabbed Phoebe by the arms. She was hauled onto the cold metal table behind her. One student stood behind her head holding her shoulders down onto the table while the other secured each of her legs to the stirrups and spread her wide open. After her legs were secured, the student joined his classmate at her head and each grasped one of her wrists and pinned her shoulder to the table. Phoebe practically vibrated with excitement and humiliation. The entire class was staring at her open and exposed on the table. What would the professor do to her?
She soon found out. He approached her legs with a long tube in his hand with a small glass cup-looking thing at the end of it. He placed it over her leg so it was hanging and turned to snap on a pair of surgical gloves and coat his hands in a shining mixture. He approached again and placed one of those shining hands over her vulva. Phoebe's hips jumped from the table in surprise and the students tightened their hold on her.
"Quit moving!" the professor boomed at her, "We need to get through this class and you did not come prepared. I need to correct this now, so behave!"
Phoebe burned with embarrassment at the censure and tried to still her body obediently. The professor slid a slick finger through her labia, gliding on the lube from her taint to the top of her clitoris. Phoebe bit back a moan at the motion and tried to stay quiet as the professor used his fingers to spread open her pussy lips wide and stroke through her folds, not missing a millimeter of her flesh and thoroughly covering her in the mixture. Her pussy felt warm and tingly, almost like she'd put plumping lip gloss on her coochie. She struggled to still her hips that had begun to writhe at the sensation. She had always fantasized about public exposure but actually living it? Having her pussy spread wide open for a class of strangers to study? It was humiliating in the most thrilling way.
