Was Blind, But Now...

I woke up to complete darkness. However, this was nothing new; complete darkness was all I had known my entire life. Being born blind had been an impediment all my life, but that was supposed to be over today.

I still couldn't believe my luck. Cybernetics are expensive, even more so for a girl like myself. The average person couldn't care less about helping a twenty-something blind girl out despite claims to the contrary.

Begging in the streets didn't exactly get me the money I needed. It's exhausting to depend on the kindness of strangers when strangers are neither kind nor dependable.

The only real problem here could be the money. If this surgery didn't work, someone would have to pay. I didn't understand who was willing to fork out the money, just that someone had. I had gone under the knife to begin the implantation process.

I heard someone approaching, figuring it was the doctor or a nurse coming to check on her. I felt a hand against the back of my head before something metallic touched my neck.

Then it happened. Green lettering, or what I assumed was lettering, appeared in my mind. These could have been pictures or some random glyphs. I had no concept of what letters were. But it was a strange sensation, something other than darkness for once in my life.

I waited, an eternity that only felt like the longest few seconds of my life. It was strange for me to be so impatient about seeing more after spending a lifetime of seeing nothing. The only thing I had ever visually processed were the weird symbols in my mind, but I wanted so much more. It took only a flash (I think it would be called a flash) before everything changed.

The room I found myself in wasn't too bright. It wasn't a problem as my new cybernetic eyes adjusted naturally to the new conditions. I looked around, and for the first time, I saw another person. I'll admit, not quite what I expected. How does one describe the first person they have ever seen after twenty years of living in a world without the need for those words?

He must have recognized my reaction for what it was. He looked at me and made an expression that left me unsure about it, smiling perhaps? At least that's the word that best fits what I saw.

"Ah good, you're awake. I take it by your movements that you now have vision?" The man said in the same gruff voice I had heard before the procedure started.

I nodded my head. "Yeah, it's unlike anything I could have ever imagined."

The man's smile changed, but again, not sure how I would describe it. "I imagine it's going to take a lot for you figure out, being new to the sighted world."

Another nod from me.

"I suppose you'll probably need to learn how to read," he continued.

"Yeah, I probably will. It took me long enough to learn without sight. I can only imagine how long it will take me with."

The grizzled man shook his head. "No, you misunderstand. You got some fancy new neural processors in there now. It doesn't take much. I can download all sorts of things into your brain. After a night of sleep, you'll know everything there is to know about reading, even in different languages. Even make it where you can hear languages and know them too. And recognize objects without having to learn all their names."

I raised my eyebrows and nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, that all sounds amazing."

His smile changed again, though the word I would use this time is sinister. "You have to understand it's not free. It's also not included in what I've already put in you."

I sighed. I couldn't be surprised that it wasn't free. Nothing was free in Neo Seattle.

"How much?"

"Four thousand."

I closed my eyes, the darkness returning for a second. "You just spent how many hours putting what, a half-million dollarpounds worth of cyberware into me and can't throw in a few lousy downloads?"

He shook his head, "Not how it works."

I shook my head in response. "Fuck man, until ten minutes ago, I was blind. I don't have that kind of money." I let out more expletives, but in no way did they resemble anything like a sentence.

"That's quite a mouth you have there. I'm sure you know how to use it."

His statement caught me off guard. I mean, he wasn't wrong. That whole thing about the kindness of strangers being hard because strangers were neither kind nor dependable was pretty accurate. About the only thing a street girl, let alone a blind street girl, could depend on in Neo Seattle in 2093 was that all kindness had a price.

It wouldn't be my first rodeo, though it would be my first time seeing it. I had spent many a night using my body to make sure I had a place to stay and food to eat. This was an essential need, probably my most essential need now that I could see. I nodded in assent.

That sinister smile he had became more so. "Alright, you can get up out of that chair now; your body should do just fine. Get on your knees, get those tits out, and get sucking."

To my surprise, he walked away while I started to lift myself out of the surgical chair I had been in for at least a day now. I was a little wobbly as I stood up. He quickly returned with a cyberdrive in his hand.

"Tits out. You can drop to your knees right there."

I sighed but nodded. Looking down, I realized that I was seeing my own body for the first time. I made a mental note that the shirt I was wearing, whatever color it was supposed to be, was ugly, and I shouldn't wear anything like it again.

I reached down and pulled the collar of the lycra shirt down until my breasts were on show. I suppose that was an advantage of stretch clothing that would return to its original shape quickly. My hands cupped my breasts as I looked at them for the first time, trying to match what I saw visually with what I had felt since they filled in.

"Yes, very nice, now on your knees." A hand reached to my shoulder and started pressing me down, and I lowered myself to my knees in response.

I missed it earlier, but he had already pulled his cock out. Or at least I assumed that was his cock. His hands pressed against the base of my skull again, though not to guide my mouth. He was attaching the cyberdrive he had in his hand. It was cold. I felt a tickle in my brain when it connected as the upload process was starting. Now he used the same hands that attached it to pull me forward.

I opened my mouth and accepted the strange fleshy thing in front of me. As it brushed past my lips and over my tongue, I realized that this indeed was a cock. I closed my eyes as I was accustomed to, processing the mental image of it now that I had seen one.

"Open your eyes. You can learn a new skill today, eye contact," he said, chuckling after he finished.

I did so, my new eyes looking up and meeting his face. I found the experience completely surreal. It was hard to keep focus, and a tug at my hair would remind me. Only having sight for the last fifteen minutes of my life, I naturally wanted to look around. Everything was interesting to me, even the cock that was now going in and out of my mouth.

I had found myself needing to pleasure men with my mouth enough times that I knew what I was doing by heart and could try and focus on those things that I could see even while staring at the man's face. It was strange how I could see all these objects but know what none of them were. Even more infuriating was the fact that I probably knew what each of them was, but not by seeing them. Hopefully, the data being given to my head would be worth the head I was giving.

Who would have thought that one of the first things I would be doing after finally gaining my sight would be to give a blowjob. But here I was. Thankfully, it only lasted a few more minutes before the telltale sounds and feelings that I was used to experiencing told me it was about time. And what do you know, right on cue, my ripperdoc flooded my mouth with cum.

Once I swallowed it all, pretty much something expected of anyone since they eradicated all STIs in the 2040s, he slowly pulled his cock from my mouth while I made sure the tip was clean of his cum. He took out his still-hard member and slapped it on my face a few times before his hands reached along my neck to detach the cyberdrive.

With the drive removed, he stepped back. "You can stay the night. In fact, it's recommended you wait for the software to process. You can sleep in the chair."

"Mhmm," I replied slowly. Wiping my mouth with my arm, I asked, "And what's that gonna cost me?"

"Eh, just keep those tits out, and tomorrow morning you can blow me again, unless, of course, you'd rather get me off with some other hole of yours."

And there was the catch I expected. As I said, nothing was free, and kindness has costs.

"Fine, I'll blow you in the morning."

I couldn't tell if his reaction meant happiness over getting more head or disappointment that he wouldn't get a chance at another hole of mine.

"See you in the morning," he said before adding, "It may be tempting, but you shouldn't stay up trying to look at things."

I nodded as he left and stood up. I felt woozy as I stood up and realized that he was right, that I should try and get my rest. I crawled myself back into the chair and closed my eyes; the first time it would matter when it came to sleep and tried to rest.

--

I woke from my dreamless sleep to the ripperdoc's hands fondling my exposed breasts. I opened my eyes to him being much closer than expected.

"Good morning," he said.

I looked down to his hands that were still kneading my tits. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all," he replied. Of course, he didn't stop.

I looked at him and he finally pulled back. "Fine, fine. You should shower. I'll join you and you can pay me back while we're in there."

I rolled my eyes, blinking for a second at the motion I had now discovered for the first time (for me).

"Fine," I said, perhaps a bit terse. He finally let go of my breasts and helped me up before grabbing my hand and leading me through the rather filthy clinic to a shower area.

'Wait, I know that this is filthy. That must mean the software processed.'

I looked around and saw all sorts of signs and words that I could now recognize and understand. As much as I was taking everything in, I stopped when I saw a mirror. Just last night I wouldn't have known it was a mirror, but I could finally see myself.

I looked good, or at least my body seemed to. As I looked at my orange shirt with my breasts hanging out of them, I realized that I was indeed correct in seeing that the shirt was ugly. In fact, most of my clothes were ugly. Oh hey look, I have aesthetics now.

I just stared transfixed while the ripper doc took the opportunity to start stripping me. I was about to react and tell him I could get undressed myself, but I didn't. There was something I couldn't help but find mesmerizing as I connected watching his hands slide under my shirt to pull it up.

The doc certainly didn't resist taking every feel he could as his hands were more rubbing against my torso than they were actually pulling up my shirt. I instinctively lifted my arms when it was time and soon he had me stripped of my shirt.

It was of no surprise to me when he decided to take all the liberties to help strip me of my pants. Where a normal person might grab the sides to pull them down, I watched as he instead came to my side and stuck one hand down the front of my pants and the other down the back of my pants.

I couldn't help but let out a little moan as his hands slipped around the folds of my pussy, or squeezed my little ass. He sure seemed to be taking his time in trying to get my pants down. I turned and looked at him and he seemed to get the message and pulled the mesh fabric down my legs and off.

"The underneath is definitely better than the wrapping," he said, laughing once more as he threw my pants and panties to the side.

"Well now that I know what a fashion sense is, I'll try and fix that."

I didn't really watch as he stripped, instead choosing to take in surroundings that I had never had a chance to see. Without fully realizing it, my hand was grabbed, and he pulled me into the shower area. He pressed a button and instantly I was being sprayed from all angles with hot water.

"Arms out, lean against the wall, and spread em," he commanded.

'Oh shit, was he going to fuck me anyway?'

He soaped up his hands as I got into position, and soon his hands were working their way slowly up my legs; first, the left then the right. He went back and forth as he started to wash me from the bottom up. I felt my anxiety rise as his hands were soaping my thighs. In what felt like an instant as I watched the water flow for the first time, his hands were groping my ass. I gasped as he spread my cheeks and I felt a finger against my anus.

I let out a low groan as his soapy finger quite easily slipped inside my ass.

"Mhmm, tight," he commented, the glee palpable in his voice. "Are you sure I can't use this hole?"

"Yes, I'm sure," I grunted while his soapy digit continued to finger-fuck my rectum.

"Too bad," he replied. He spent the next thirty seconds (I could tell by the stopwatch app built into my new cyber eyes) probing my asshole before he finally withdrew it.

The exact same dance, with the exact same phrasing, took place with his other hand and my pussy. He got bored of my just putting up with the fondling, or at least was looking forward to the next part as he continued soaping up my body, spending more time with the small handful that are my breasts.

In a surprise to me, he pushed his body against mine and pulled me back by my breasts into him. I struggled to stay upright given how slippery both of us were. He let go of my breasts and grabbed my shoulders, turning me around.

"You know what to do."

I nodded and got down to my knees. He was already erect and I got to take a better look at it this time before taking it into my mouth.

The blowjob lasted about the same amount of time as it had the night before, and I was ready when his cum once again drained out of his cock and down my throat.

Satisfied, he left me to my own devices in the shower. I finished washing my body properly and washed my neon blue hair with some shampoo he had in the shower area. It was of no surprise to me when he was waiting to help towel me off, once again being thorough.

The doc left me to get dressed, though he insisted that I leave my breasts hanging out as he did final diagnostics. In the chair again he ran a bunch of tests, and they all came back perfectly.

"You're good to go," he told me.

"Good," I responded as I got up again. "Can I put these away now?"

He looked disappointed, but he nodded. I gladly pulled the shirt back up and watched as the fabric returned to its normal look as though it had never been stretched. I headed for the entrance and grabbed the bag that I had come in with, all of my worldly possessions.

"Thanks," I said as I got ready to head out.

"Hey, before you go, you see that box on the table by the door?"

"N..." I had to stop myself as I looked at the table by the door. I did in fact see the box, and my normal sarcastic response of 'no, I don't see anything, wasn't going to work.'

"Yeah," I said hesitantly.

"It's yours, left by your benefactors."

I glanced curiously at it. "What's in it?"

"They've set you up with an apartment, papers, about twenty k in cash, those sorts of things."

I immediately turned on him and saw that he was grinning widely.

"You mean I could have just paid you for the drive, and gone home to my own place last night." I was incredulous, all the fondling, the two times giving head, all of it was apparently not needed.

The grin got even bigger. "Too late now. But hey, if you ever decide you want more work done, I'm sure that tight little cunt or ass could be used to work out a deal."

I glared at him, or at least I think it was a glare. I grabbed my box and turned to head out. I found myself pissed that he had taken advantage of me, but I found myself more pissed that I knew deep down that I'd probably end up back here with his cock in one of my other holes working out a 'deal' as he put it.

It took me a moment to find the right combination of hallways and doors before I finally could see daylight. I opened the final door and stepped outside. Despite the fondling and the unneeded blowjobs to a creep, I felt more alive than I ever had in my life as I got my first good look at Neo Seattle and everything that would entail for my future.