"Cheryl I think it's time you learned a lesson." Hurst frowned. "Why don't you be the test subject today."
Cheryl's face paled. "Oh no. Uh uh. I'm not getting on that table."
"And how would you like being my assistant," Hurst asks you. You look at Cheryl and she shakes her head at you furiously.
"Him? He's a stupid freshman! You're joking right?" Cheryl looks at you. "No offence."
"If you want to keep your job you'll do as I say." Hurst grabbed Cheryl's arm and yanked her forward. The slim Asian raised her chin defiantly at the older blonde woman but then Doctor Hurst dragged her to another room. Cheryl was kicking and fighting but the older woman was clearly stronger.
"If you simply followed the rules I wouldn't have to discipline you like this," said Hurst.
You follow them and enter a lab room with a counter at each wall and a table in the middle.
"Strip her down to her underwear," Hurst tells you casually after pushing Cheryl into your arms. You stand a little dumbstruck as the beautiful girl collides into you, her body warm and smelling of lavender. Her dark ponytail hits you in the face as Cheryl struggles to free herself. She snaps something Korean at you as you grab her arms and begin pulling her black sweater over her head. It's like trying to give a wolverine a bath. Thankfully she's weaker than you and you manage to drive some of the fury from her after pushing her over your lap and giving the girls firm butt a few slaps. Hurst nods approvingly as you do this. "Give her armpits a squeeze if she keeps fighting." Doing so causes Cheryl to scream, jerking her slender body aside as if electrocuted. "Don't touch me!" She hisses but you tickle her a few more times and her threats dissolve into frustrated giggles. Under her black sweater is a Kpop t-shirt and studded belt and tight jeans. Cheryl tries to run but you hook your fingers under her smooth arms and lift her up, legs kicking. The feisty Asian girl elbows you and then bursts into giggles as you drive your fingers into her sides, rolling on the floor, trying unsuccessfully to stand up. The former heiress swears at you in Korean, fighting like a hellcat, but you manage to shackle her wrists behind her then her ankles and finally a collar and leash around slim neck. Properly bound, stripping the sexy asian of her crop top and jeans and sneakers proved a much less ordeal. Once Cheryl is practically naked at your feet you give her a few more pokes on her armpits and silky belly button to quiet her down. Then, tugging the leash, you walk Cheryl to Dcotor Hurst who strokes Cheryl's bare shoulder and nods in approval.
"Well done," she says. "Fine work. Continue impressing me and you can keep Cheryl as a tickle pet for a few days."
Cheryl is panting and slightly sweaty as you two lift her onto the table.
Her shackles are replaced with velcro straps and she is spread eagle.
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