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The Nightingale Files (causeway/JustAnotherDarkMind)

She quickly got a message back.

That's a big one Juno. I'll do it but you know what it means. Stealing eye candy from the street pimps is making waves. And we're a relatively small ship. Sex alone won't cut it this time. And when it comes to that, you'll need to work for it well this time. You or your professional friend, I'm not picky.

Soon, the form was accepted. As such medical treatment was authorized.

"Look, I have nothing against your friend and that is a shitty fate to be chipped into a sex doll. But sympathy neither pays the bills nor affords me that upper level lifestyle so I needed a guarantee of payment. Now, Christy, I know you heard it a lot recently but I need you to lie down... But I don't need you to spread your legs for now... I need a deep scan of your system... "

As the girl lied down the doctor looked to her screens and AR displays. Her face showed that she was struggling to combine the information she was getting. She double checked with her intelligence chip and then turned off the systems.

" Okay. What I saw made absolutely no sense whatsoever. As you already know, you had two separate sets of cyberware in you. One was military grade body transformation system. A marvelous work, flawlessly installed. Another piece was also installed in a way that maximized its utility. I fact one of the failsafe mechanisms it had would put it online once you next sleep. That being said that second chip... Is streetware quality. It's not even EMP proofed in even a basic way. So whoever owned you got a proficient cyber doc, gave you exactly what you asked for and, for safeguarding his interest, he has thrown the cheapest solution. Thing is... Normal street punk wouldn't afford such a cyber doc. I don't even know how he got his hands on the quality chip either. A small time pimp who can't even protect his hookers... Something is not right here. It looks like someone was pretending to be a small time crook to protect some better business... Or like some actual little fry had powerful friends. How it came to be is not my problem but it is yours, Juno's and her boss'. So just a fair warning, you might get a brand new enemy that can afford toys.

What IS my problem however is that the way this chip is interfaced, removing it is fairly easy, but removing it without causing permanent damage to one of the areas it influences - that requires skill. Luckily, I have skill. But it also requires input from a cautious patient. So, not only you are going to be awake during the open brain surgery... but I would need you to cooperate to get the right results. And you might already be aware what the chip is able to interface. It links with centers that control your lust, your pleasure, your body's preparation for sex, the way you feel various sensations, your emotions, your conscious control over your body and it has some weird connection to your other implant. Due to the nature and malleability of brain tissue, I will have only a small window of opportunity to fix any mistake, before your brain creates new connections and makes the changes much harder to change. You do understand what that means? You would need to be precise and detailed in descriptions of very intimate functions of your body, because I don't have enough time to measure it in any other way. The changes will likely be extreme and immediately noticeable to you, but if I have to read them from your hormonal output or any other way, we risk making them permanent before I get to fix them. So, you need to do away with your shyness as shyness costs us valuable time. Besides, you would need to get naked for the operation anyway, the reactions of your body to touch would also need to be measured. The way chip operates is that you have all the linked functions at abnormally high levels. While removing the chip I might turn them up even more, or remove them completely. As I might have stated previously, I would err on the side of more than less. You can live with slight nymphomania. It would be much easier than having your body completely oblivious to any sensual touch. But, before we begin the operation, I need you to cast your shame away. I suggest that you undress and Juno... Once she is naked, start getting her aroused. I need you to get her to the edge of orgasm or even beyond. She can reciprocate if it makes it easier for you. And Christy, I need you to be precise and quick with describing exactly what you feel. Once you would be through doing it once, it will be much easier when we do the operation, as your reactions would be much less logical and much more erratic."

She said that with a completely straight face, looking Christy in the eyes. She was serious. And, from what she could tell, the doctor was not aroused while doing it. She was not doing it for kicks. She actually thought it would be necessary for the operation.
 
We need to stop bending the knee to these pimps. But whatever. Tell me what you need and I'll take care of it.

Sighing, she looked at Christy as the doctor began the diagnostics, pulling a cord out of the chair and plugging it into the woman's neck. It provided the doctor access to Christy's biomonitor, as well as giving her privileged access to the woman's systems, allowing her to remove the pain of any surgery without needing anesthesia. Not that such things would be needed or even possible with this particular procedure...

"You owe me for this, girl, big time," Juno said softly as the doctor explained the nature of the cyberware that they had to deal with. She meant it; Christy had dragged her into a whole world of trouble and now the two of them were going to have to deal with it. After this the two of them were going to have a long talk about Christy's future.

Juno's ears went flat in concern and irritation as she heard what all this procedure would entail. This was a difficult thing, she could tell. Sighing, she accepted the hoodie that Christy had borrowed from her along with the woman's lingerie, piling it together on a corner chair before obediently sitting on a wheeled stool that Dr. Valentine positioned at the foot of Christy's chair. The doctor put Christy's legs in a pair of gynecological stirrups, lifting them up and spreading them wide, motioning for Juno to get up in there.

Juno leaned forward over Christy's wide open legs as she looked up into her friend's eyes, watching the doctor secure her head and neck in a brace that would keep her from moving during the brain surgery. Dr. Valentine's white plastic cyber-hand opened up, countless surgical instruments sprouting from her fingertips as she got to work, a sharp-bladed screwdriver tip piercing the skin of Christy's scalp to unscrew the subdermal fasteners that were holding the woman's skull plate in place.

"Just focus on me," Juno said as with a loud wet slurp Dr. Valentine removed the top of Christy's head, placing it on a specially prepared gel tray nearby. Juno tried to ignore the now-visible pink-gray mass of Christy's brain, the soft tissue spiderwebbed with silver wires and blinking red, green and amber LED lights as the doctor gently lowered her cyber-hand towards its folds...

"Should I start with fingers or mouth?"
 
No reply came. But then again, none was needed. The documents were signed and accepted and the procedure was paid for.

Speaking of the procedure, it seems that in that case more was needed than usual... And what was needed sounded like some weird porn holo plot rather than anything real.

The good doctor hooked the exposed brain to the machinery.

"I will be watching the readings, getting the hang of your brain's workings. Everyone's a bit individual in that regard... But more importantly, I know the range of normal readings, even for what the two of you are about to do... And any abnormalities I see, will give me precious data on how exactly the implant operates. But what's more important, you need to tell me exactly what's going on Christy. When I am focused on the readings I can sort of read your mind enough to know you're hiding something, pretending or lying. And trust me, that flairs up way too many connections in brain for our needs. We truly don't want that interference. And when I am focused on actually operating you, I can miss a crucial detail. So just relax, spread your legs and tell me truthfully what it is that's happening and what you feel. Now, Juno... That's not some blasted amateur porn tape. The less I know from you two planning it all, the better. So just choose something, do that, and let me learn it from Christy's words and my readings, okay? Get her like one climax and if girl learns to talk fully truthfully about it all, we'll be ready to operate. If not... We wait until she can get rid of all the hesitation and delay."
 
Juno nodded, trying not to look as Dr. Valentine began to insert a number of needle-like rods into Christy's exposed brain, each one with a wire connecting it to her machinery. Wincing, the catgirl extended the index and middle fingers of her right hand, both bared through her trademark fingerless gloves. The tips of her fingers began to glow a bright pink and buzz gently as she activated her implanted fingertip vibrators.

Leaning forward, she began to stroke Christy's vulva, running her fingers up and down her lips, inserting them and rubbing up the inside of one lip and down the inside of the other, and placing her thumb on Christy's clit, working it in gentle circles.
 
It was now up to Christy to learn the proper way of communicating what she felt to the doctor. Doctor Valentine waited for a while for Christy to begin speaking but eventually, when she heard her moan, she lost her patience.
"Moaning is incredibly imprecise, dear. It could mean pleasure, pain and a number of other circumstances... But I am not telling your friend to pleasure you because I want to watch or for your sake. When it comes to watching, I'd prefer men being involved. When it comes to pleasure, I am sure you could get this done on your own and paying me is not helping your case here. Could you please speak up?"

" Alright, alright. I feel pleasure as she is... Pleasuring me. "

Christy mutters shyly, her face growing red.

" Oh that's so great that you like her head rubs... Or is that not the case? Maybe you can be a bit more precise with where this pleasuring happens? "
Doctor's voice was falsely sweet, clearly teasing the poor girl.

" It happens, you know, down there... "
She added, moaning in between the words
"Down there? Is she tickling your feet? Licking your kneecaps? Kissing your ass? Playing with your belly button? I am sorry I don't know specifics but, you know, I am looking at my readings and digging around in your gray matter. Not exactly the time to look between your legs, as appealing as the sight may be..."
This time Christy got more and more angry, but still tried to hold back:
"No... She is putting a vibrator to my love button and inserting her finger in my... Sweet spot."
Sensing her anger, Doctor Valentine finally explained things with absolute clarity, a bit of irritation in her own words:
"Could you fucking stop with the euphemisms, girl? One, they are imprecise, second, they are lengthy, third, you know a better term. You are thinking of a way to say it to not sound like a slut. But that activates the same regions of your brain as if you were lying. Too much activity, and I need to guess if you're telling me the truth! "
Christy got scared a bit and tried to appease the doctor:
" Okay, okay. She is fingering my pussy and massaging my clit and that makes me feel good. Happy? "
" I don't know. How are you feeling? Are you feeling loved? Desired? Do you consider the color of the ceiling? Or maybe there is something more you're feeling? "
Doctor replied once more, mocking her and Christy finally exploded:
" For fuck sake what do they give you people medical degrees for! She is stroking my clit with a vibrating finger and sticking another vibrating finger in my pussy! That makes me horny as hell and I feel sexual pleasure and it causes a rush of blood to my lower regions and making me go crazy with lust and feeling all warm and tingly down there! Satisfied?"
That only brought a smile on doctor's face. She got what she needed to proceed. Any sign of anger left her, likely a play all along to get Christy to finally speak plainly.
"Yes. Now more of that. And don't need to tell me the biological background to that. I know all that. And I know of a role of the brain in all that. And all this game is to minimize the chances I screw up and make you forever unable to get to this point. So please, continue. But tell me only the things you are actually feeling. And if you do this until you climax, we will be able to begin the operation afterwards..."
 
Juno tried to ignore the banter, which under other situations might possibly be considered humorous but at the moment was just making her annoyed. And being annoyed would not help her in her current situation whatsoever. She needed to do this proper, which usually meant getting turned on herself. That was, fortunately for everyone involved, not easy given the situation. Juno's ears were flat and her tail bristling, but she continued to stroke Christy's clit and vulva.

When Christy finally started to get to the point with the doctor, Juno switched tactics while the other woman was preoccupied. Resting her hands on both of Christy's thighs she leaned down and licked the woman's cyber-vag, tasting the artificially sweetened juices. She extended her tongue deep between Christy's velvety folds, twisting and turning this way and that, before slowly pulling it out, stroking her G-spot and flicking the tip of her tongue of Christy's clitoris before pressing her lips against her vulva and making out with her pussy.
 
It surely helped that with increased libido, further enhanced by the implant, Christy was losing her inhibitions either way... And since the doctor actually explained why she was doing it and praised her for concise and honest, even if very vulgar, descriptions of her feelings, things were going somewhere.

She described her feelings and was getting close to the great finish line:

"Ohh God her tongue feels so good. She is like inserting it in me like a cock but then she's licking the clit too... I feel like... Fuck.. I think I'm going to.... Cuuuuum!"

She screeched that last part as a rush of fluids was forced out of her and hit Juno's face.

What was most important was that Christy was ready for the actual surgery.

" Thank you for cooperation. I have mapped out all I need and observed how far away from norm your orgasmic functions are. If you need to rest a bit or hydrate, please do. If not, I'm ready when you are. This part will be far more confusing and less pleasurable... But is necessary to ensure you're neither sex crazy nor completely asexual, both against your will. "

The doctor said with a polite but professional and somewhat detached smile.
 
Juno backed up, feeling a little proud of herself as she wiped the synth-vag's femme jizz off her face and boobs. That didn't last very long, though, as she noted with a churn of her stomach how the doctor was preparing for the surgery; an array of needle-like diodes hooked up to wires that would be carefully inserted into Christy's gray matter, turning her brain into a giant pincushion while Dr. Valentine remapped her neural patterns and removed what needed to be removed.

"Are you gonna need me for this, doc?" She asked, obviously a bit squeamish at the thought of what was about to happen.
 
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