You want to check out some other girls

“Maybe something else,” You **** a sigh, faking disinterest, “I’d like to hear about some more of your girls.”

Madame Martell nods along beside you, “Of course. SlutBot is extremely capable but you strike me as a man that would prefer the real thing…”

“I’m not a robot!” SlutBot pleads, her voice quivering and breathless from the intense stimulation she’s feeling.

Professor Martell simply rolls her eyes and waves a dismissive hand, “SlutBot Mute.”

You can’t help but smirk at the way she talks to the girl like she is nothing more than a voice controlled computer. Just like before, the change is instantaneous and the naked girl can only flap her mouth in total silence, her dark skin glistening with growing arousal from her merciless stimulation. Her wide eyes track you as you walk away, her face a picture of anxiety – which you suppose is to be expected seeing as Madame Martell just took her humanity away from her…

“I’m sure we can find the perfect girl for you,” Madame Martell smiles as she takes your arm and guides you leisurely back to the front of the room.

From there you can’t help but notice a blonde, trembling with nervousness, in the second row. She’s cowered in her seat, her hands retracted into the sleeves of her oversized sweater and her jean clad legs pulled firmly together. Her bare feet bounce in a light pair of flip-flops and you can immediately tell she is doing everything she can to avoid being seen. Her hair cascades over her face, but you catch a glimpse of her bright blue eyes, wide in nervousness, and almost angelic looking features – she looks so pure and innocent…

“How about her?” you ask, directing Madame Martell towards the blonde.

The second Martell’s gaze lands on the girl she squeaks and starts frantically repeating over and over, “My name is Sarah, my name is Sarah, my name is Sarah, my name is Sarah…”

“Oh, Bunny?”

The second the name leaves Madame Martell’s lips the trembling blonde’s mantra changes, “… my name is Bunny, my name is Bunny… No!”

“Yes, tell me about Bunny.”

The girl’s gorgeous blue eyes grow wide in panic and she looks frantically to the other girls around her, “That’s not my name… What was I just saying…? W-what’s my name?”

“It’s... Bunny…” A dark haired girl a few rows back mewls in pity, matching the frantic eyes of the blonde, “I’m sorry… I know it’s not but… it is…” she whimpers.

“Bunny!” Madame Martell barks authoritatively, snapping the girl’s attention immediately back to her. Bunny quivers in her seat and nervously bites her lip, her hands wringing at the front of her sweater.

“Please don’t do this… not me… please not me…”

“I’m sorry, she’s a difficult one to keep focused – I’ve tried my best with her.”

“Does she live up to her name?” you ask, curious.

Madame Martell smiles, “Oh in more ways than one. She's not only a little rope bunny but she’s also completely insatiable, like the energizer bunny she just keeps going and going and going… Bunny is always turned on; she spends practically every minute of every day right on the edge of an orgasm.”

“No! Professor please stop… please… that’s not true!” Bunny pleads, but with every word her voice becomes increasingly strained and breathless. Her thighs starts to rub together needily and she squirms in her seat, her hands tugging more urgently at her sweater, “Oh god… I can’t… I need… oh god!”

You see the blonde girl’s eyes lose focus, her feet arching in her sandals and her toes curling.

“I can’t… oh god what’s happening to me…!?” Bunny moans while Madame Martell continues.

“Even when she does orgasm it doesn’t help her, the poor thing’s arousal never goes down. I've done everything I can, but nothing seems to work, her arousal just seems to be set at 100% 24/7... When she started we tried to exhaust her with orgasms but she just kept cumming and pleading for more, I really don't think she has a limit. Of course that can mean quite the night with her…”

You can see the heat rising in Bunny’s face. She bites her lip and moans sensually, unable to help herself before her hands snake under her sweater and start to scrabble in yearning at the waistband of her jeans. The girl is clearly lost in a fog of absolute arousal, uncaring of the people around her, she just wants to cum…

“Bunny stop! No touching yourself!” Madame Martell shrieks suddenly and the girl freezes, her breathing laboured, her eyes wide and frantic. She starts shaking, physically trembling from the strain of trying to get her hands to go lower, her hips rock back and forth needily in her seat.

“Please… no… I need it… I’m so close… I’m so close…”

“You’re always close!” Martell snaps before she turns her attention back to you, “I can only apologise Mr. Birch, we usually keep her naked and restrained to avoid this sort of behaviour, she finds it all too stimulating!”

You see the blonde’s eyes dart up at her Professor’s words, her bottom lip quivering in panic. You’ve never seen such wild arousal in the eyes of a woman before; she looks frenzied.

"T-that's not true..." Bunny moans, but you can hear the quiver of doubt in her voice.

“I don’t know which one of you sluts thought it would be funny to put her in clothes!” the Madame barks to the entire room, causing the auditorium of girls to jolt in panic.

“Please… no… no… I don’t, please… just let me cum… I can think straight if you’ll-” Bunny whimpers before she’s cut off.

“Take off those clothes before you hurt yourself,” Martell snaps her fingers at the wanton blonde and she squeals, frantically ripping at her own clothes as she struggles to undress herself as quickly as possible. Her flip-flops fly across the room as she kicks them free of her feet, her body eager while her voice pleads,

“I don’t… please… I don’t want to be naked… not here... please don't look... oh god… oh fuck… I need it… I need to cum please…”

She throws the sweater and her top in a bundle across her desk, shaking free her flowing dirty blonde hair before she tugs at her bra, practically ripping the dark purple fabric as she tears if from her body. Her ripe breasts come into view, her pert little nipples perfectly erect, accenting her taut stomach and narrow waist.

Despite her apparent eagerness Bunny still isn’t fast enough at taking off her jeans to prevent a tell-tale dark spot soaking into the crotch. By the time she tugs them and her purple panties free from her body you can clearly see her pussy is bright pink and glistening with white hot lust, there’s a literal stream of her juices running down both of the poor girl’s inner thighs.

The moment she’s naked, Bunny starts stepping from foot to foot, standing on her toes, her thighs opening and closing as she desperately tries to use her hands to stimulate herself. Madame Martell’s instruction keeps her honest but you can see the strain in every fibre of her being trying to get her fingertips towards her needy, aching little clit…

“Please… someone… touch me… please… fuck me… anything!”

Madame Martell seems to sense danger and rushes to the blonde, grabbing hold of her wrists and yanking them above her head. Bunny squeals, her body taut in the Professor’s grip as she wriggles and squirms, her hips humping the air wildly.

“Please… touch me… I'm so close… I'm so close…” Bunny pleads, her voice weak and breathless and you can tell she’s trying to get her pussy close enough to Martell to hump the woman.

“You want to cum? Fine… here!” Madame Martell holds the girl’s wrists in one hand and with almost medical dispassion reaches down and strokes the girl’s soaking sex. Her fingertip dances for less than a few seconds over Bunny’s clit before you watch the blonde’s entire body go taut.

Her mouth opens and her eyes slam shut, her voice caught in a high-pitched squeal of ecstasy as a powerful orgasm washes over her. Between her legs her pussy almost visibly clenches, her body shudders, bare breasts rising and falling in gasping little breathes. Her thighs slam together and quiver while her bare feet squeak for purchase against the tile floor. If it wasn’t for Martell holding the girl up by her wrists you are sure she would’ve collapsed in pleasure.

You've never seen an orgasm quite so primal before and yet after a moment Bunny slowly opens her eyes, her face redder and her lip trembling in confusion and horror,

“I… I need it again…” Bunny gasps, shaking her head as she realises what’s happening to her. The earth shattering orgasm she just experienced has done nothing to dissipate her arousal, she’s just as needy as she was, “I need it again… oh god… I need it again… please!”

Clearly wrestling with the girl Martell turns to you with a **** smile, “I can only apologise Mr. Birch, I wouldn’t usually allow Bunny to be untied for even a moment, with this much freedom it’s a miracle she hasn’t gotten like this sooner...”

You only smirk and watch as Madame Martell snaps for some of the other girls to fetch some cord from the supply closet at the back of the auditorium. They quickly do and return with bundles of black cord, their faces apologetic and frightened as they find themselves obeying Martell's orders to bind the struggling blonde.

“P-please… stop…” she whines, “D-don’t… no… what are you… let me go! I need to cum! S-stop…! Let me go!”

You watch as the girls hold Bunny’s struggling ankles, wrapping the chord around and around until she’s merely rubbing her bare feet and knees together, struggling against her bondage. Her wrists are tied tightly behind her back and the needy blonde is forcibly laid down on top of her desk, her breasts pressed into the hard wood beneath her before a final chord is drawn tight between her wrists and ankles, pulling her into an **** hog-tie.

“No! Let me go... let me go! Please! Someone help me! Untie me!" Bunny cries, her face pink and body trembling as she wriggles adorably in her bondage. There's a murmur around the girls in the room but you can't help but smile that not a single voice speaks out, and none of them can leave their seats to help.

Bunny wriggles on her belly, obviously trying to hump the desk with her pussy, seeking just the little bit of stimulation she is sure will send her over the edge, “Just let me cum again… just let me cum again…”

With a final flourish Madame Martell picks up Bunny's abandoned and soaked panties, shoving them into her pleading mouth and stifling her pleas into nothing but **** moans. Her bright blue eyes sparkle in pure longing and you can only imagine the exquisite **** the girls life has become because of Martell's imagination.

"And keep them there! Needy little rope bunny..." Madame Martell strokes a finger teasingly over the naked girl's bare ass and then gives her a firm spank. Her squeal is muffled by the panties in her mouth but she continues to struggle and grind against the surface of the desk in desperation.

Madame Martell gives you a professional smile and sighs, "As I said, Bunny is quite insatiable but she never leaves a client dissatisfied. I would only ask that, should she be your preference, you do keep the girl restrained. She's just much more manageable this way..."

You can't help but meet the gaze of the bound naked beauty before you, her sparkling blue eyes fixed to yours in adorable, lust-fueled pleading. You can see the fire behind them, her nervous energy magnified into her confused, permanent arousal. Her entire body is flushed pink and trembling in the ropes that hold her in place, her blonde hair tossed about as she can only tug weakly with her bound hands and feet... pointing her toes and humping her hips in need.