The next sentence out of Ms. Turanga's mouth scared you.
"I guess I should stick with you and make sure you don't become a sex slave."
When she heard your panicked noises, she correctly guessed your question. "Yes, the changes in the laws I mentioned do have some clause about someone becoming your guardian. Some have abused it to make males of various species into their sex slaves, often using various drugs and devices to enhance the men's sex drive to the point they'll agree to do anything to get off."
You muffled the question, 'Like how the Probulator is molesting me?!'
She blinked for a few moments as she studied the Probulator's actions before she pressed a button. The various tentacles retracted, though the one fleshlight one on your dick was the last one to leave. After the forcefield put you down and vanished, you heard a metallic female voice say, "Call me!"
"Who was that?" You asked as you hopped off the table.
"The Probulator," Ms. Turanga answered as you began to get collect your clothes.
"Figures," You muttered.
"When you get dressed, I'll test you for what your job will be," Ms. Turanga said.
"What are you talking about?" You asked as you sat back down on the table to get dressed.
"It's something that helps society run better than it did in your time," Ms. Turanga answered.
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