She kept her body stiff as Willow’s hands closed over both her breasts, his grip tighter than before. Eden bit back a moan as heat welled between her legs. His fingers closed around her nipples, tugging gently. “Are you sensitive?”

“Yes,” Eden squeaked.

“That’s disappointing, Miss Cartwright.”

He continued pulling, rubbing almost absently. He smelled different, sweet but with a bite of something chemical. Hand sanitiser? He sighed, his fingers biting into her nipples. “As I expected, Miss Cartwright, you’re hysterical.”

Eden tried to look dismayed as wetness slipped across her thighs. “Am I going to die?”

“Of course not. It’s only a women’s illness, brought on by too much excitement.”

He said all this while massaging her nipples, squeezing and releasing until they were red hot. Eden bit the inside of her cheeks. She didn’t know if she could keep pretending. She was seconds away from grabbing Willow’s hand and shoving it between her legs.

“You see, women are fragile. Emotional. Truly, they seem ill-prepared for this world.”

He gave her nipples a hard twist and Eden yelped, her hands jumping to grab his.

Willow let go, shaking his head sadly. “You see how broken you are, lass? Your deviance hasn’t hardened into screaming fits and unnatural sexual urges, but it will.”

Unnatural sexual urges? What would that involve? She pictured women fucking men with devil tails. Running naked through rainstorms. She lowered her hands to her sides. “I’m sorry, Doctor. what shall I do? Can I be cured?”

He stroked his chin. “It’s too soon to tell. But you’ll need relief.”

“Medicine?”

“Not at this point.”

“Hypnosis?”

He barked out a laugh. “No, petal. There’s a procedure I’ll administer to your body. It will relax you. Purge the negative sensations.”

Her nipples were burning, throbbing. She resisted touching them with difficulty.  “That sounds good, Doctor.”

“Lie still.” Willow strode toward his desk. “You must understand this is all for the greater good. You must not fight me.”

Dude, if you make me come, I’ll do whatever.

“Of course, Doctor.”

He turned his back to her, and she heard the scraping of a drawer, of items being rattled around. She bit back a moan and realised she’d pressed two fingers to her pussy. She moved them away, feeling as deviant as the woman she was pretending to be.

“Close your eyes.”

She obeyed, listening as he approached. A thin rope ran over her wrist. Her eyes snapped open. “What are you doing?”

Willow ignored her, tying the cord and taking it to the floor, pinning her.

“Doctor…?”

“Hold still. If you struggle, I’ll have to bind your legs.”

“But—”

“Close your eyes or I’ll be forced to blindfold you.”