Texi note: I moved three paragraphs of my previous chapter to the beginning of this chapter by Tiliera (Tileira). Moving it here and out of the prior chapter creates a wider range of possibilities.
Once they showered and toweled off, Mike led her to another part of the room. She could see the unconscious girl now breathing heavily, and covered in electrodes.
"Good," Mike smiled, looking at the girl as well. "This one's a good medium, it looks like."
Jenny felt an odd sensation in her head just then. Then she and Mike were lit by spotlights as the rest of the lab went dark. She could then hear the club discussing what sort of fantasies would work best with this combination of girls.
"Turn it down now, Nick. The process is complete."
A peculiarly polite round of applause rippled through the club. The assistants turned dials and lights changed color, none of which gave Jenny any clue about what she was looking at.
"Which program would you like us to set, doctor?"
The question incited a chorus of voices. Jenny looked for Daddy. Joe sat back in his chair, holding back his own opinion. He glanced at Jenny and smiled, tilting his head to indicate she should listen.
The doctor put her hand up for silence.
"We will begin with Alpha. Let's be sure the receivers are properly positioned before we get into anything complex."
"Boring." Someone muttered.
"Alpha first." the doctor insisted.
More spinning dials and beeping machines. Then the electrodes were removed from the subjects body and she was released from the operating table.
"Sit up," a technician said.
The girl swung her legs off the table and sat up. She turned her head to look at the technician.
"What's your name?"
"Emily."
"Do you recall how you got here, Emily?"
"Dr. Nick Rosen invited me to assist in the project. She drove me here."
Jenny was surprised to hear the empty way in which Emily answered. There was no emotion in the girl's voice, nothing even like the robot voice on telephone recordings.
"Good. Now Emily, this is Joe." the technician gestured to where Daddy sat. He raised an eyebrow at the doctor, who only smiled in return. "Sit in front of him and do everything he asks of you."
Without an answer, Emily slid down off the table and walked over to Daddy. She didn't swing her hips or smile coyly. She simply walked over to him and knelt between his knees.
"What's going on?" Jenny whispered.
"Program Alpha is the most reliable starting format." Mike whispered back. "It bypasses decision making and, well, the subject does whatever she's told to do. It turns her into an absolutely obedient sex doll.”
Jenny looked at her skeptically. "Absolutely? She can't choose not to do it?"
Mike shook her head. "It's more like she has no concept of refusing. Alpha is only a starting point though. And it requires staying in range of the lab's transmitters."
"So she's like a slave?"
"Right now, more like a robot. The others booed it because if the next stage doesn’t work out, that’s what we’ll be. They’ll have fun with us anyway, but they would rather have something better.”
“Something better…”
“We have to give her a working personality next. It gets better after that. You'll see."
Mike urged Jenny to turn her attention back to the lab. By now Emily's hands sat delicately on Daddy's thighs and her lips were wrapped around his shaft. She bobbed her head in firm strokes, eliciting a low purr from Daddy. Jenny felt a swell of jealousy turning her face pink.
"I think she's already prepared for programming," Daddy chuckled, petting the girl's hair. "Must already be slutty by nature if she's this quick to get rolling. Let's put it to a vote. What kind of woman shall we make Emily?"
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