"You're my newest assistant!" she announces, motioning for you to rise as she unlocks your shackles. "You're going to help me experiment on my subjects however I need."
"Listen, Angela," you begin pleading, "I don't want to help you with this. Can't I just go?"
The happy, excited look on Angela's face drops immediately into a look of pure disgust. She's staring daggers at you so hard you can feel them piercing into your soul. In all your years of knowing her, you've never seen her get this upset. Not even when Amy accidentally crashed her car through the garage door or the time you accidentally vomited in her bed after a night of underage drinking.
Without a word she raises the reality device up and begins to play with its many nobs. You stand frozen, not sure what to do as it gives of a heavenly glow. Finally, with a final tap of a button, Angela sends out a burst of energy, striking you directly in the chest. In a manner of seconds your clothes evaporate, leaving you standing in the nude, your dick hanging limply in the cold prison air.
"H-hey," you say, covering up your immodesty with your hands, "What did you do to m-"
Your pleading is cut off as Angela unleashes a swift kick directly to your loins. Your hands provided some protection from the blow but enough of the force passes through as to send you reeling to the ground in pain. You rock back and forth, cradling your sore testicles as the pain slowly subsides.
"You shall refer to me as Doctor Nolan. Any other name is insubordination and will result in a class one corrective action or worse depending on the context," she explained in an annoyed voice.
This seems so wrong. Angela had just been telling you to use her first name but now she is demanding you use her full title? Was she even a real doctor? And what did class one even mean? So many questions enter your mind as you raise up from the floor, your legs still weak from pain.
"Now then, come with me. We've an experiment to run..."
Angela leaves your cell, turning her thick back-end towards you. It is indeed as shapely as you imagined and if not for the pain in your dick you would probably be hard as a rock right now. Ignoring your dysfunctional equipment, you follow her as Angela leads you to...
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