Page 5 of Bought and Enjoyed

I gasped as I felt something cold and metallic being inserted. The speculum, I realized with dawning horror. This was far beyond a normal medical exam.

“No hymen present,” the doctor said as I felt him open the beak of the awful thing inside me. “You’ve had vaginal intercourse, Alice?”

My face blazed like the sun at the slightly disapproving note in the doctor’s tone. I had the sudden urge to lie, to say I’d lost the sign of my virginity in a bike accident or something. I swallowed hard, trying to find some resistance.

“Yes,” I said, my voice sounding so meek I wanted to sink into the floor.

The speculum closed at last and departed.

“Theresa, sweety, could you hand me the sensor?” Dr. Smith asked.

My eyes flew open. “Sensor? What sensor?” I asked, my voice shaking.

But they ignored my questions. I craned my neck, trying to see what the nurse had handed to the doctor. It looked like a tiny metallic bead, no bigger than a grain of rice.

“This, Alice, is a perineal sensor,” Dr. Smith explained, holding up the tiny device for me to see. “It’s a remarkable piece of technology developed by Selecta’s biomedical division.”

I stared at the minuscule metallic bead, my mind racing. “What… what does it do?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Dr. Smith’s lips curved into a smile that sent chills down my spine. “It’s designed to monitor various physiological responses. Heart rate, body temperature, muscle tension, and most important, humidity—so its primary function is to measure your sexual arousal.”

My cheeks burned hot with embarrassment. “Arousal? But why would you need to?—”

“The sensor will be placed just between your vagina and anus,” he continued, cutting off my question. “It’s completely non-invasive and you won’t even feel it once it’s in place.”

I squirmed against the restraints, my heart pounding. “I don’t understand. This can’t be part of a normal scholarship exam!”

The nurse placed a hand on my shoulder, her touch apparently meant to comfort me but in fact only serving to heighten my anxiety. “Dear, this is all part of the program. A brilliant girl like you must have read the fine print, surely.”

Fine print? What fine print? My mind raced, trying to recall every word of the emails I’d received. Had I missed something crucial?

I racked my brain, trying to remember if I’d seen anything about sensors or invasive exams in the emails from Selecta. But everything had happened so fast—the flyer, the test, and now this bizarre medical exam. Had I been so desperate for this opportunity that I’d overlooked something important?

“I… I don’t remember seeing anything about this,” I stammered, my voice shaking.

Dr. Smith’s eyebrows rose slightly. “No? Well, I’m sure it was all there in the terms and conditions you agreed to. Selecta is always very thorough with their documentation.”

A wave of nausea rolled through me as I realized how careless I’d been. In my eagerness to salvage my academic dreams, had I unknowingly consented to something far more sinister?

“Now, let’s get this sensor placed, shall we?” Dr. Smith said briskly. “You may feel a slight pressure, but it shouldn’t be painful.”

I tensed as I felt his gloved fingers probing between my legs. There was a brief, uncomfortable sensation, and then… nothing.

“There we are,” he said, sounding satisfied. “The sensor is now in place. You won’t be able to feel it, but it will be constantly monitoring your physiological responses.”

My mind reeled. A tiny device, hidden on my body, tracking my most intimate reactions? The violation of it made me want to scream.

“Now,” Dr. Smith continued, “we’ll move on to the next phase of the examination.”

My heart raced as he walked over to a cabinet and retrieved something. When he turned back, I saw he was holding what looked like a riding crop.

“This part of the exam will help us calibrate the sensor,” he explained calmly, as if discussing the weather. “We need to establish your baseline responses to various stimuli.”

“No,” I whispered, tugging uselessly at the restraints. “Please, I don’t want this.”

The nurse stroked my hair in a mockery of comfort. “Shh, dear. This is all part of the program. If you want that scholarship, you’ll need to cooperate fully.”

Fighting back tears of humiliation and fear, I squeezed my eyes shut as Dr. Smith approached. The cool leather of the crop trailed along my inner thigh, making me shiver.

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