Melissa seduces Ms Kyoto

Melissa cursed herself for allowing herself to be captured in this ridiculous way. She should have been more careful and brought something with her in case of capture. But what could she possibly have concealed in this skimpy outfit, she wondered.

The young student looked fearfully at the Mind Sifter. It looked like very crude and dangerous technology. But she had to resist, or Ms Kyoto would discover that she was Rocketgirl. The only possible way out was to give the evil biology lecturer enough information that she did not feel the need to switch on the lethal machine. But she could not reveal her secret identity to the Asian. What information could she possibly give to an unmarried feminist academic and bondage freak that would prevent her from turning on that machine?

Then she had it:

“Wait, Ms Kyoto,” she shrieked, as the other woman fingered the controls. “There is something I have been keeping from you.”

“Well?”

“Its just that… Whenever I’m in your classes… I get…”

“What?”

“D-distracted…”

“Distracted? Young lady? By what distracted?”

“By you, Ms Kyoto,” Melissa answered. “I see you standing at the front of the class and I begin to fantasise.”

“About what, my dear? Replied the biology lecturer a little more gently.

“About us,” continued Melissa. “About you doing things to me. Nd about me doing things to you…”

“I see,” replied the Asian, taking her hand away from the controls. “Well this puts a different complexion on things.”

With that, she grasped a scalpel from the desk. The kind that she might use for dissecting animals. Then she advanced towards Melissa. The teenager struggled in her bonds, but the lecturer continued implacably.

“No, miss, no,” protested Melissa desperately.

“That’s ‘Ms’ to you,” replied the Asian and with that she took the scalpel to the lower part of Melissa’s sternum and sliced upwards. Melissa gasped as her tight belly top fell apart and her breasts tumbled free, but her skin was unhurt.

Ms Kyoto regarded her frightened student with unconcealed desire. She advanced with the knife again and this time sliced off Melissa’s tight denim shorts and panties. Soon the teenager was naked, but still bound by the clamps that held her wrists and ankles tight and her thighs apart.