Cheri's Permanent Vacation from Brains (electro-lobotomy)

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Cheri's Permanent Vacation from Brains

 

I heard it makes you cum really hard.

That’s what Elise had said. She’d had this dreamy look in her eyes.

Cheri drew in a deep breath. She let it out slowly and evenly. She wasn’t even shaking.

That’s not why I’m doing it, obviously, she thought to herself.

She fidgeted in the ratty plastic chair in the waiting room. Her thighs, sticky with sweat from the hot summer day, stuck to the plastic where they poked out of her shorts.

It’s supposed to help with concentration. And depression. And a bunch of other things. It’s like a cleaning.

That’s what the ads said. Pretty, happy girls with slightly vacant smiles going about their lives.

“I want to be pretty and happy and not worry about shit all the time,” Cheri said softly.

And it makes you cum really, really hard.

Elise had shown her the video, the leaked one that they kept taking off the Internet. A pretty, coltish, long-legged girl in a medical chair. She was strapped down with gentle care. Then the blindfold, and the helmet, and the big, handsome doctor walking in.

He’d placed his hand on the front of the faceless helmet, fingers spread around the little hole that you inserted the probe into.

The girl was breathing so hard.

He said something to her, probably some reassurance, and then with a smooth motion he slid the long, shiny probe into the hole.

And past her eye, and into her fucking brain.

Cheri’s fingers were tight on the arms of the chair. She was sweating through the chill of the waiting room as she replayed the video.

The doctor had turned a dial. He turned it slowly (sensually), and as it went up and up the girl’s body tensed harder and harder. Cheri had seen the little rivulets of drool running down past the helmet’s mask as the girl felt… whatever she was feeling.

Then he pushed past an invisible threshold and the girl…

Well, it sure looked like she was cumming. The way she shuddered in the chair, the way her body heaved, the shaking of her thighs.

There was a heat baking in Cheri’s body.

There had been a slow relaxation until the girl lay in her chair like a boneless doll, the stain of her climax showing between her legs.

She’s probably so fucking happy now.

“Miss Carmine?” a bored nurse said.

I don’t know if these people are actually nurses. Or doctors, Cheri thought.

“I’m here,” she said, standing up.

The nurse looked her up and down, and smiled.

“The doctor is ready to see you now.”

I’m gonna cum so fucking hard, Cheri thought. And I’m going to be a brainless happy little slut forever.

She walked through the door. By the time she’d settled into the chair, the anticipation had reached a fever pitch.

The straps binding her arms and legs were a little rougher than she’d expected. The droning instructions from the nurse faded into the background as she rubbed her thighs together as discreetly as she could manage.

The helmet came down. To her surprise, there was a VR display inside the mask, an innocuous computer-generated meadow scene with faint nature ambience.

I guess I should have been paying attention, she thought.

Through the VR she heard a door opening, the heavy, masculine tread of the doctor.

She felt his hand pressing against the helmet’s mask, and she almost choked with anticipation.

There was a pause, then a shooting pain next to her left eye. She groaned, breath coming fast, fear mixed with the overpowering lust.

I’m gonna…

The doctor turned the dial, and white-hot electric agony suddenly filled her, radiating out from the spike planted in her brain.

It flooded her whole body, suffusing her cells and tensing every muscle in her, making her joints creak from the strain.

Somehow, from that first impossible peak of torture, it grew. The pain rose and rose, like she was filled with light brighter than the sun, growing and brightening and hurting her more than she could have imagined.

Then, with a joyous sensation impossible to describe, the agony collapsed in on itself and what came crashing in on Cheri’s mangled consciousness could only be described as orgasmic relief. She shook, she sobbed and gurgled, she bucked her hips helplessly as…

What am I doing here again?

She frowned, looked left and right. She was in a… meadow?

Cheri giggled. That didn’t seem right.

There was a tugging sensation, then the meadow was pulled away from around her head and a handsome man was looking at her with detached concern.

“Did you get a reading on that one? It felt a bit high.”

Cheri slurred something.

“Shut up,” he snapped. “Well?”

The nurse leaned in, showing him a printout. He cursed.

“What’s the matter?” Cheri asked, then laughed again.

“She’s not a vegetable,” he said, taking her chin in his hand and making her meet his gaze.

“That may not be a good thing, sir,” the nurse said. “If you remember…”

“I remember the last one,” he snarled. “Double check that the camera’s not recording.”

There were uncomfortable feelings growing in Cheri. She looked down and saw blood trickling out from where her arms and legs were tied. She moved, and pain stabbed into her from joints damaged in her thrashing.

Her head was full of pink fuzz, but the pain was spiking up into it.

“This was supposed to make me feel good,” she said, and started to cry.

She felt so slow. Her brain…

“Get the helmet back on,” he barked, and the meadow was back, a welcome distraction from the confusing, frustrating, scary thoughts she’d been thinking.

Cheri felt the doctor’s hand pushing her head back.

He knows what he’s doing, she thought.

The prick of the probe sliding in past her eye seemed less intrusive this second time.

“At least this one won’t be able to testify,” the doctor said grimly, and spun the dial to maximum.

The pain hit her again, but this time the white hot light was shot through with red, pounding into the pink fuzz of her mind like a pile driver. Cheri’s head rocked back as successive waves of thrusting electrical energy attacked her brain. Her fingers twitched as little pieces of her fried away.

It pounded into her and receded, pounded back, force slamming into her like she was getting brainfucked.

As Cheri’s grey matter succumbed to the assault, as her ability to think was pulverized, as her memories and her thoughts and the little hopes and dreams she had were shattered and cast aside, whatever was left of the girl she used to be was cumming, over and over, really, really hard.