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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?"
 
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