Memory Lapse. Lifting her ponytail, the technician plugs a cord into the base of her skull. “Try to relax, okay? I’m just going to start by indexing your memories.” The girl fidgets in her chair, nervous about the invasive procedure. She tries to make small talk as he scans through everything she remembers of her childhood. “So, uh, who usually gets this done?”
“Eh, you’d be surprised. Sure, people use it to forget traumatic events. The majority are contractors. Corpo types fulfilling their NDAs.” The technician’s eyes flicker as he watches her teenage years fast forward. His patient squirms, all too familiar with what comes next. He watches her birthday party through her memories. The group of men holding her down, the smell of stale synthetic alcohol as they each force their way inside of her.
He’s seen it all. Keeping his bedside manner is no issue. A calming, sympathetic smile. “Is that what you’d like to have removed?” She bites her tongue, scared to ask. All the girl can muster is a shake of her head. “No? Something else?” Looking the technician dead in the eyes, she speaks.
The man raises an eyebrow. “You want me to remove… all of your memories… except for that one…?” Her nails dig into the chair. She gets defensive. “If you have a problem with that, I can go somewhere else!” He sighs. “It’s your decision. But I can’t remove everything at once. It’ll take a lot of sessions.” The girl relaxes. Still feisty, she huffs at the technician. “Well, get started then.”
Checking over the rude woman’s memories one more time, he configures his program. “I’m going to leave some basic stuff until the very end. How to walk, speak, eat, use transit, things like that. We’ll start with the broad strokes, and refine it from there.” She leans back in the chair. “When you wake up, you’ll feel like it was just a dream…”
The patient talks in her sleep. A common side effect of the procedure. Incoherent ramblings mixed with deep secrets. When he erases a piece, she stops and stutters and starts again. The girl is limp and dazed as he finishes their first session. He unplugs the cord from the back of her head and rests his hand on her shoulder.
“Do you remember me?” He asks. She stares up at him. “You’re a memory technician… I don’t remember your name…” The man smiles and nods. “Okay, good. What day is it?” The girl looks down at his feet. “I… don’t know…” He smiles again. “Perfect. Looks like our procedure went well. Come back here tomorrow.”
A rare trickle of sunlight drifts through the smog. Looking out from the four-hundredth floor window, the technician watches the light crawl across the sprawling city off into the horizon. His patient is late. When she stumbles into his office, she seems lost and confused. “Everything alright?” He asks, steadying the swaying girl.
“Yeah… I just, uh, forgot how to pay for the train… someone had to teach me.” The man strokes her back. “You forgot how to pay for things? How are you going to pay me for my work, then?” She looks confused. He grips the back of her neck. “Here, get down on your knees. You can pay up front.” Sinking to the ground, the girl opens her mouth. She remembers what she needs to.
Taking his cock in her throat, she bobs her head slowly. The technician holds her ponytail and pushes himself deep. Choking and sucking and trying to breathe through her nose, a long strand of drool escapes her lips and down the front of her shirt. “I can delete this for you too.” He grins as he facefucks her. Slipping his cock out from her open mouth, she jacks him off with both hands. “Uh… no… I’ll keep this…”
Seated in her chair, the man plugs the cord back into her head. Her face is covered in his cum. Loading up the program, he sits down next to her. “We have a small problem. You need at least some memories. I can’t take out more until you make some more.” A flash of her old personality comes through in an impatient huff. “That’ll take too long, is there something else you can do?”
“In theory… I can replace them. I have old ones saved from other people. You’ll think they’re yours.” The girl touches her face, feeling the sticky mess he left on her. “…what kind of memories are they…?” He puts his hand on her thigh. “I’ve got some pretty bad ones. Really messed up stuff. Would you like those?” She lays her hand on his. “…yeah…”
Unconscious, the girl twitches in the chair. Her mouth hangs open, saliva and cum running down from the corner of her lips. The technician uploads a personal selection of memories. Once forgotten, they find new life in the young girl’s mind. Her body convulses as he inserts a particularly vile one. He puts his hand down her pants as the program deletes more of her old life.
She’s almost two hours late for her next session. The man waits, hoping she’ll show. When the girl does, her airy expression is almost blank. “What happened to you?” He asks, looking at her ripped clothes under her jacket. “Some guy used me, just normal stuff.” The young lady responds with a giggle. Her panties are missing and her shirt is hanging on by a thread. The technician feels a pang of jealousy.
Groping her tits, he guides the girl to her chair. A dildo sits on the seat, waiting for her. “I’m worried about you. I’m going to microchip you, so I can keep track of where you are. Know you’re safe.” She doesn’t really understand. “Uh, yeah, whatever.” Annoyed, the technician guides her pussy onto the thick dildo. “Looks like you’re still a bit of a brat. Hopefully I can get rid of that this session.”
The girl passes out as the program starts to run. A subdermal injection lets him see her location at any time. He listens to her mumbling as more of her mundane memories are removed. The man runs his hand over her smooth, full pussy as he decides on what to replace them with. A few years from a sex worker at a cheap brothel will suffice. She lets out a soft moan as she remembers one of her regulars taking out his frustrations on her.
Staring out the window, she looks completely lost. “Do you remember me?” He asks, resting his hand on her ass. “Uh… you… you’ve been helping me?” The technician shrugs. “Close enough. You still need to pay.” She remembers that. Bending over at the waist, the girl grinds her bum into his crotch. Unbuckling his belt, he rubs the head of his cock against her bare pussy before lifting it a bit higher.
A grunt and he pushes his cock halfway into her ass. Thinking back across her sexual history, the technician realizes he’s the first to take her there. She’d remember things differently now, but he knew the truth. Working himself deeper, the girl gasps. “…thank you…” Her voice is a breathless, ragged whisper. His cock twitches inside of her tight hole. “…thank you for helping me…”
Grabbing her hips, the technician thrusts hard into his patient. She squeals and giggles. It’s normal for her, now. Pressing her hands against the glass, she pushes back into him. “…thank you thank you thank you…” Gripping onto her ponytail, he pulls her head back towards him. Kissing her neck, groping her tits, fucking her ass. The feral technician ruts into her. “So good…”
“…I’m good…” Her ditzy smile makes his cock ache. A smack on her bare tits makes her laugh. It’s infectious. Overcome with zeal, he laughs with her. A careful push to the floor and he mounts her bum. Driving all his weight into the helpless girl, she keeps her hips high so he can force himself all the way inside.
“Squeeze tight.” He orders. She responds immediately, clenching her ass around his cock. His hand presses against the plug on the back of her head. The other hand pushes her cheeks open wider. “Squeeze tighter.” The technician orders again. She obeys. Her stupid smile glistens in the fading light from the window. “More, you dumb slut.” Thrusting harder and faster, he finishes deep in her bum.
“…thank you…” The girl mumbles as they lie together on the floor. Light pollution fills the small office. “What do I do now…?” Easing himself out of her, the man stands. “Back to the chair for you. We have more work to do.”
She stumbles as he guides her back to her seat. He makes her sit her ass on the dildo. The girl lets out a sigh of relief as it pushes inside of her. The technician plugs in the cord. A quick search of his desk and he returns with a vibrator. “Spread your legs.” He grunts. She opens them wide, letting her calves hang off the armrests. Pushing the toy inside, the girl’s face lights up as he turns it on.
“I thought we were done for the day.” She rubs her clit as he boots up the program. “Not yet. I need to delete something. And add a little more.” The girl smiles at him and plays with her nipples. “Can we fuck again?” He codes a special memory, something deep. “After. We’ll do this first.”
“But I wanna fuck now… fuck my ass like that again… c’mon…” Her voice fades as he sends her into unconsciousness. “Still a brat.” The technician mumbles to himself. “Why can I not get rid of that.” He searches her memory. Finding his target, he deletes it quickly. A few moments later and he uploads his final replacement. The vibrator hums as he waits for the transfer to complete.
The girl stirs again. He stands over her in the dark office. As soon as she wakes, she starts to rub. Squeezing her cheeks, the man forces her to look up at him.
The girl bursts into laughter. “Of course I remember you!” Her hips rock up and down, working the dildo in and out of her ass.
The technician grins. He kisses her. She moans and rubs and grinds and lets his tongue play with hers. “Can we fuck now? Please? Fuck your property? Really rough. Fuck me up. Please?” A gentle hand holds her by the ponytail and leads her off the chair. “Not yet. I’m going to take you home first.” The girl pouts. “Ugh… Wanna get fucked right now…” He lets out a defeated sigh. “Still a little bratty, I guess.”
Kneeling on the floor, she tries to suck his cock. He fends off the mindless girl. “Home first. Then I’ll ruin you.” She looks confused. “I don’t remember home.” The technician unplugs the cord. “You haven’t been there before. It’s your new home.” The girl nuzzles her face into his crotch. “And that’s where I get fucked?” He quickly cleans up the mess she left on the chair. “Yes.”
“One last thing. Walk over there and get your jacket.” He points to her clothes lying near the door. The girl almost tries to stand. Like a newborn fawn, she crawls to the jacket. “Why did you crawl? Why didn’t you walk?” He asks, following behind her closely. “I dunno how to do that… can we fuck…?” The technician smiles and helps her cover up.
“Good girl. Let’s take you home.”
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