Check out the black girl

After a moment's thought, you tell Madame Martell, "Maybe later. I want to see what else you have to offer."

Anal Annie looks over her shoulder at you, her eyes wide, "No, please don't leave me like this! I need-"

"Shut up and sit back down!" Madame Martell barks.

The girl lets out a small squeak, then quickly gets back in her seat, with her pants and panties still down at her ankles. She lets out another needy whimper and squirms in her seat, but bites her lip rather than continue with her spiel.

"Now then," Madame Martell says to you with a smile, "Are there any other girls that you'd like to see?"

Even before she's done asking the question, someone else has indeed caught your eye: the black girl from earlier who was the first to try leaving. Unlike most of the other girls, she was glancing down at her open notebook, pen in hand and whispering something to yourself. This piques your curiosity, so you make your way over to her and ask, "What do we have here?"

The girl jumps in her seat, having been so caught up in what she was doing that she hadn't heard you approaching. She looks up at you with a scared but defiant look and says, "Nothing! Just trying to keep my mind off of what's happening."

That answer sets off your bullshit alarm and, not wanting to try and wrestle the notebook away from her, instead command, Give it to me.

The girl slides the red notebook towards you, and you snatch it from her hand before she realizes what she's doing. You open it and start flipping through the pages. The first several are typical class notes, but when you get to the end of the notes you see what she was trying to hide. On the very next page she had written My name is Jacqueline Burton. My friends call me Jackie. I am not Professor Martell's whore. I am not a sex object.

"Well, well, this is interesting, isn't it?" you say to yourself. Looks like Jackie was trying to get around what had happened to Anal Annie by writing down a little mantra for herself. Clever girl. You almost feel bad that you caught her.

You hear her start muttering in a low voice, "My name is Jacqueline Burton. My friends call me Jackie. I am not Professor Martell's whore..."

Almost on cue, the older woman comes up next to you and takes a look at what you found. She reads the mantra, then shakes her head while clicking her tongue, "Oh, I'm so sorry you had to catch her doing this. The poor thing does this sometimes, desperately trying to convince itself it's human."

This causes you to raise a brow in interest, "What do you mean by that?"

Madame Martell steps around you to get next to Jackie, then holds out an arm as if presenting merchandise for sale, "She may look like a normal girl to you, but this is actually a highly advanced sex robot. To be more specific, this is Model SL-7. That doesn't really roll off the tongue though, so the girls and I just call her SlutBot."

"No, that's not true!" Jackie says defiantly, before going back to her mantra, "My name is Model SL-7. My friends call me SlutBot. I am... wait, no, that isn't right!"

"See what I mean?" Madame Martell says with condescending pity, "She's already forgotten the fake name she made up for herself, and she still can't accept it. It's an annoying software bug that the seller neglected to mention before I bought her."

"No! You made me forget!" SlutBot yells at Martell. You wonder if she thinks her former professor is the one doing all this, or if she's just letting out her frustrations on the woman who took her name away.

"Sounds like you got cheated," you say to the older woman.

"Indeed I did," Madame Martell replies, "I'm saving up for the newer SL-8 model which has that bug fixed, but until then it's nothing I can't handle. She just needs an occasional reminder of what she really is. Activating some of her override protocols seems to do the trick."

Upon hearing this, SlutBot starts chanting the second half of her mantra, abandoning the now useless lines about her name. Madame Martell lets out an exasperated sigh at this, "Allow me to demonstrate. SlutBot, Mute!"

SlutBot's mind seems to interpret this as a command, as her voice suddenly peters out and leave her mouthing words silently. She stops after a second and brings a hand up to her throat, trying and failing to speak again.

"Wow, that's pretty neat," you say. You suddenly have a great idea on how to take this further. You turn to Madame Martell and hold out the notebook, "Would you mind writing down some protocols that I can test for myself?"

"Of course," she replies, snatching a pen from Jackie's desk before taking the notebook from you. She flips to a blank page and says, "Might as well give you a show while you wait... SlutBot, strip your clothes off for Mr. Birch!"

SlutBot's eyes grow wide, and she reaches under her desk to start untying her laces. After a few seconds, you see her kick her shoes out from under the desk, followed shortly by her socks. She then stands up and out of her chair, allowing you to see her tight leggings for a brief moment before she pushes them down to her ankles along with her panties. She kicks them aside as well, then stands back up and pulls her top off over her head, showing off her taut brown belly and the silver stud piercing in her belly button. It isn't long before her last article of clothing, a white bra, is ditched as well, revealing her puffy chocolate colored nipples to the entire classroom. Now free of her command, she sits back down, squeezes her legs together, and brings her hands up to cover her exposed tits.

Looking her naked body over, you see that she isn't that bad looking. She's got a cute face, and it's clear that she keeps herself fit, as her body is toned yet feminine. She glares at you, though the defiance in her eyes is wavering, most likely due to the compromising position she is in. You stare at each other for a few more seconds before Madame Martell taps you on the shoulder.

"Here you go," she says, handing the notebook back to you.

"Thanks," you say. You hold the notebook out to SlutBot and command, "Read this list, then give the notebook back to me. Once you do, your conscious mind will forget what this page says, but your subconscious will make your body follow the protocols when activated."

SlutBot reaches out and takes the notebook. Her eyes look down at the page and scan the words on it, her eyes widening as she reads what's written. Once she's done she mechanically hands it back to you, then blinks as her memory is rewritten. Satisfied, you look at the page again and, curious as to what she'll say, state, "SlutBot, Unmute."

SlutBot doesn't speak right away, instead just looking at you warily. You look over the list, then say, "Alright SlutBot, Mannequin Mode."

The girl flinches slightly, then her eyes go wide and start darting around, "Wh-what did you do? I can't move!"

"Seriously?" you ask her. Without waiting for an answer, you pull on one of the arms covering her chest. You're able to move it easily, and raise it above her head. You do the same thing with the other arm, leaving her with both hands sticking straight up and her breasts unprotected.

"This is so cool," you say, "SlutBot, Body Lock."

Nothing appears to change, but when you try moving her arm again, you meet resistance as her body fights against you to keep it in place. She's strong enough that you can barely budge the arm at full strength.

"Stop it!" she pleads with a wince.

"Alright, alright, I'll try something else," you say with a smirk, "SlutBot, Pose."

Her body moves again, but not in the way she had probably hoped. She places her hands on the edge of the desk and leans forward in a seductive manner, raising slightly out of her seat. If she were wearing clothes, you'd have a perfect view down her top, but completely naked it instead looks like she's offering her decent sized tits to you. Taking the bait, you grope her left breasts, playing with it while she's stuck in place. When you've had your fun, you let go and repeat, "SlutBot, Pose."

SlutBot sits back down in her chair and leans back, putting her hands behind her head and spreading her legs wide. If it wasn't for the scared look on her face, it would seem like she was intentionally and blatantly teasing you.

"How many of these does she have?" you ask Madame Martell.

"Several dozen, at least," she replies, "Though while she's locked, might I recommend activating her electrodes?"

"Sounds like fun," you say with a wicked grin, remembering what was written about that. You reach forward and tap the stud on her belly button. SlutBot gasps, and her eyes look down at her chest, though without the ability to move her neck her view is limited.

"What's going on?" she asks, "My nipples are t-tingling. And so's my..."

You see her blush slightly as her nipples go rock hard. From what you read, her clit probably is feeling the same sensation. Of course, that's only half of the effect. In order to see the other half, you tell her, "SlutBot, Unlock."

The black girl drops her arms down, now free to move again. She tries to put her hands over her chest again, but when they touch her nipples she yelps and pulls her hands back. From what you read, she had felt an electric shock the second she made contact.

"Fuck!" she shrieks. She tries again, and is only able to cover herself for less than a second before pulling back again with another yelp of pain. She then attempts to close her legs under her desk, but that effort is about as successful as covering her chest had been, as she feels another 'shock' that forces her to spread her legs again. In desperation, she attempts to press the stud on her stomach, but even hovering her finger over her belly button is enough for her to get shocked again.

"Holy crap, this is awesome!" you say.

"It is," Madame Martell agrees, "This mode is also perfect to get her ready for sex, as her electrodes will constantly stimulate her enough to get her lubricated without her even needing to masturbate. Of course, activating her Masturbation Protocol gives you a better show in my opinion, but some customers prefer the teasing aspect of just leaving her electrodes on."

"M-Masturbation Protocol?!?" SlutBot stammers, "No, please don't activate that!"

"That sounds fun," you say with an evil grin, "Does it work with the electrodes?"

"Indeed it does," Madame Martell tells you with a smile of her own, "Of course, doing so disables her clitoral electrode so that she can touch herself properly, but the nipple electrodes will stay active and help keep her arousal up and her hands where they should be."

"Hmm..." you say, thinking for a moment, "...You know what, I'll be nice and let her stay like this for the moment. Best to not tire her out before I even get a chance with her."

"Thank you," SlutBot says, breathing a sigh of relief.

"She says that now, but leave her like that for a while and she'll likely be begging you to activate it so she can get some release," Madame Martell warns, "Then again, that may be exactly what you want. Of course, if you're planning on giving it to her the old fashioned way, you'll have to pay first. Since I like you so much, I'll even throw in the full list of sex and voice protocols if you do so you can really have fun with her. Interested?"