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Sharon Carter strolled in and sat down. "What...a...day! What can I do for you, Dale?"

Dale zapped her. "Toy. Like it?"

"Sure, but what's up?"

"This cannot leave this room, but I am in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"You? Wow, good on you for keeping up appearances as a lowly tech guy."

"I know a lot of stuff, and I don't want to freak you out, but you've been compromised."

"What? How so?"

"OK, you need to trust me. I'll never steer you wrong, and you can always feel comfortable around me in any situation. Now don't freak out, but every stitch of clothing you are wearing is sewn with explosive thread, and will explode in five minutes unless you strip naked right now."

"Oh my god!" Sharon jumped up and quickly disrobed. After she was naked, she stared at the pile of clothes on the floor and covered her chest with one arm and put her other hand over her crotch."

"Sharon, spread your legs, and put your hands on your head, bend your knees and bend over at the waist, so I can inspect your body with my hands to see if there is any residue from the thread."

Sharon obeyed, and Dale got behind her and slowly ran his hands down her sides then even more slowly over her breasts. "Have to squeeze them and tweak the nipples. Tell me how this feels. be honest. It's OK if it feels sexual; in fact, it should feel sexual. It's pretty obvious you enjoy being felt up."

Sharon took a deep breath. "Yes, it does feel sexual."

"Very good." Dale ran his hands over Sharon's athletic ass. "I see some residue here. I can only remove it by slapping your buttocks hard."

Dale started spanking her. "This should sexually arouse you to. You enjoy spankings, and fantasize about it often. It's in your file. You've confessed to it as part of your interview for S.H.I.E.L.D."

Sharon's breathing grew heavier.