[Intelligence Drain, Bimbofication]

"Another long day of work, and barely anything to show for it. I'm startin' to think I should've stayed at that joint... Then again, they were on their way out with how seedy their operation was."

A young blonde woman said as she walked down the street, heading home after what felt like a long and utterly uneventful day. Her name was Natalie, and she had once been a bit of a star in her field. A strippin' master. All thanks to the infamy of the joint that she stripped at. And how she was able to take plenty of intelligence from those that lost...

But ever since that dark-skinned gal... Sasha, was that her name? Something like that. Ever since she started, she swept the competition and hoarded all the smarts all to herself. It was why she had chosen to step away and quit, because she didn't want to end up losing all the smarts she had accumulated. Even if she didn't put her IQ to as much use as she probably should, that didn't mean that she was willing to give it up.

Thanks to that, Natalie ended up back where she had been a long time ago. As a cashier in a local supermarket, living from paycheck to paycheck. She could definitely use the IQ that she had built up to get a better slice of life, but that meant actually putting effort into things. And if she made herself too obvious, those that had enough IQ left to hold a grudge might just try and hunt her down.

"At least I've got a nice place to return to." Natalie muttered to herself as she turned down the road, grinning a little as she noticed her quaint little piece of paradise. Her home wasn't the fanciest, unlike when she was at the top of her game. But it was definitely nice enough to qualify as something she cherished a lot. A nice lawn, a pool in the back, and enough space between her home and the neighbors so she didn't have to worry about feeling cramped.

Natalie walked up to her front door, and raised her eyebrow slightly as she noticed that it seemed like the door had been opened. Had her mum been by? She did give her a key, just in case the old crone wanted to stop by. But she usually called. Maybe she fell asleep before calling?

The blonde opened the door, and her eyes widened for a split second before she found herself badgered by a wooden bat, collapsing like she was a doll whose strings had just been cut. There was no direct sign of lasting damage beyond the bruise against the side of her head, and even that would go away.

But what she saw was more distressing than the pain that knocked her out. It was that dark-skinned girl that had swept the competition back at the joint. And she was smiling as she attacked her, giggling even.

The last thing she heard was her dainty voice. Still as horny as ever, even after ambushing her like this...

"Ehehehe. I finally found you again, Natalie..."

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"Head... God, what did I dr..."

Natalie could feel her head aching, and her first thought was that she had been out drinking again. It was a thought that didn't feel too wrong, all things considered. She liked to go out and party, even now that she wasn't really a part of the underground scene as much as she had been in the past. But as soon as her eyes started to flutter open, and the throbbing pain intensified, she was instantly aware of the pain's true meaning. This wasn't caused by a simple hangover. This was something more...

A simple whiff of the air also revealed where she was. Mainly because of how stale the air around her felt. She was definitely not at home. She was in some sort of dark, damp room. One that had barely seen any proper use. Combine that with the light flickering around the same rate as her eyelids fluttering open, and she could only just manage to catch glimpses of her surroundings.

The first thing she noticed besides the pain that forced her this awake was the fact that she was bound. There were straps that kept her arms and her legs pinned to a chair. A chair that looked eerily familiar. The straps themselves were a lot rougher by comparison. Simply made out of leather belts that tightened around the targeted limb, though they were so tight that any struggling was rendered moot.

"The hell..." Natalie muttered as she gazed down at herself, with her eyes widening a little further as she noticed that she was wearing the mandated uniform from that joint. The same uniform that every participant wore before they were hooked up into the chairs that synched them with the robotic strippers. The same chairs that were in charge of sapping out any unnecessary IQ that the losers had forfeited by not wooing the audience with their moves.

Two thoughts drifted through her head as she gazed at herself. Both revolving around her situation. Who exactly could've put her here, and why had they hooked her up to something like this? There was an easy answer to the latter, they wanted their IQ back and wanted to be as smart as they could be. Probably by draining her into a husk, if they didn't drain her even further than what was reasonably possible. As for who... Well, there were a couple of options. But the pain in the side of her head made it clear that there was only one real answer.

And the answer was also right in front of her, giggling in that same eerie way as she let her finger slowly slide across Natalie's latex leotard, drifting from her neck all the way down to her tender and extra wet pussy. All while making it clear that she was filled with truly horrid thoughts...

"Sasha... The hell are you planning..?" Natalie muttered as she tried to stop herself from moaning. But she was more sensitive than ever. Had she been struck in a bad place, or had Sasha slathered her in aphrodisiacs while she was out cold? Both were totally possible explanations. But she didn't want to dwell on what answer was right. Not when that dark-skinned bitch could use it against her and make her feel even worse.

Sasha giggled as she stepped back slightly, licking her lips as she caressed her own body. A body that was practically on full display. Because instead of wearing that latex leotard that had snugly clung to her while she swept through all those soon-to-be-bimbos, she now wore a set of toeless black nylon stockings, and a layer of black nylon that reached all the way down from her needy pussy, all the way up to the underside of her breasts before curving around them and sliding down her hands, exposing her fingertips and her bosom at the same time. A much lewder take on the kind of outfit that she had grown so used to using during her 'games'...

"What do you think?" The dark-skinned girl chimed as she caressed her bosom. Her breasts had grown a size bigger than the last time Natalie saw her. She had been busy for sure, if the extra curves that made her look like a real sex bomb of a girl didn't make that obvious enough. "I wanna hear, before you'll lose the chance to think at all." She made it incredibly obvious, but that didn't make it any less entertaining to hear those damning words leave the blonde's mouth.

Natalie glared as the pieces were being put together in her head. The headache she got from the blow earlier was going away. Replaced with contempt for the girl in front of her. "You're going to try and take my IQ, aren't you? So, where are they? You can't take it without going through the full process. I know how those things work, don't try to mess with me."

"You do, of course you do." Sasha giggled, clapping her hands together. "You're right, I do want your smarts. I want all of that delicious IQ inside your brain to rush into mine and make me even smarter. Turning all the other clients that came to the club into braindead bimbos was a ton of fun, but we never got more patrons. So I decided to reach out to the one that made them in the first place..."

Another giggle left Sasha's lips as she forced her pointer into a circle made with her other hand's thumb and middle finger. "And after I gave her a little taste to make sure she wanted to play along, we managed to craft these two chairs. Of course, I made her try them out with me and had a taste of her IQ once it was all said and done. Wouldn't want her to go out and sell these things when I'm the one that's meant to be slurping all of those incredibly tasty smarts up, ehehe."

Natalie couldn't believe how far the girl had fallen. She was far beyond what she was before. Instead of a thrillseeker, she was more like an addict that needed her next high. Which was why she had kidnapped her. "You're not going to take any of it. I can... I can resist the effects. You know that. You were never able to take too much of my IQ when we competed." Her words of confidence were empty. Because if the girl was able to drain the creator of the old chairs like it was nothing, as the tone of her voice implied, then how was she going to possibly measure up to something like that?

Sasha merely giggled in response, before walking over to the chair and grabbing ahold of the helmet that was mounted onto the headrest. "I've missed you, Natalie. All the others were nowhere near as fun as you were. But now that you're here, I'm going to make sure I savor every little bit of your IQ. I want to really enjoy draining you dry." She said in that depraved tone, her eyes practically spinning as she stared into Natalie's eyes. Though the blonde didn't get to see much of anything once the helmet came down on her head, the mechanics quickly locked it in place and made it impossible to remove...

Unlike the old helmets that were designed to be a lot more pleasing to the eye and generally display several pieces of important information, including an indicator to show off the wearer's brainwaves, these were a lot simpler. Able to slide over the wearer's head and lock in place, and dig deep into the wearer's mind. Even now, before the helmet had been turned on, Natalie could feel her mind being peered into...

She wanted to tear it off and teach Sasha what for. But the binds still didn't budge. And with her eyes practically cut off thanks to the darkness within the helmet, all that Natalie could do was listen to the sound of Sasha's footsteps, before that sound was cut off and replaced with the sound of the girl climbing onto her own chair...

Another giggle echoed out. And from there, the machines turned on. Almost immediately, Natalie could feel something scraping away at her thoughts. Pushing them away, or otherwise trying to dig them out. And it felt... It felt...

What... What did it feel like, exactly..? It was hard to properly... like, find the words for what was going on. It was like her brain was turning into goop and being slurped up, and like, it felt... weird...

Sasha really wanted to see Natalie's expression. She had gone through the trouble of recording the last time she tried out this machine. And the kind of wonderful expressions that the victim was able to show off. Real good stuff that made her rub her thighs against each other. If not for the fact that she had to wear the helmet so she could actually receive the smarts, she would've probably been watching every step of the way.

But she could feel it. She could feel the intelligence being poured into her. It was like the helmet was actively filling her head up like an empty bucket, and the 'water' being poured into the bucket was Natalie's smarts. It felt so good...

Natalie could hear Sasha getting far too into this. Moans and gasps echoing out. She could definitely also hear her playing with her pussy. But it was getting harder and harder to properly visualize it. And all of the will in her body that wanted to get free before, the will that had told her that she should try and break free... All of it was just... pouring down the side of her thigh...

The blonde drooled. Her thoughts were being turned into nothing more than easy pickings for the machine. All while her nethers grew wetter and wetter. Arousal from losing sight of herself, and awareness of the world around her...

One of the last things that Natalie heard before her body went limp and the last remaining vestiges of her intelligence were drained from her head, was the sound of Sasha climaxing and screaming loud enough to make her helmet rattle. After that, it all just went blank. She couldn't perceive a thing. All she could do was lie there...

Until a brief jolt poured through her empty mind. She could feel something filling it. Something that was making her... ah... Ahhh... She was being filled with the need to serve... To serve her Mistress...!

Slowly but surely, Natalie regained some semblance of intellect. Not much, just enough to be properly aware of her surroundings. And then the helmet was lifted slightly. Giving her sight again, and making her aware that she wasn't bound any longer. Only connected to the chair by the wires on the helmet.

Sasha giggled as she gazed at Natalie. The girl looked so needy. Good. The program that she had whipped up was doing great work. It's not like she was just letting her smarts go to waste, she had plans for them. Just as she had plans for Natalie.

"Your intelligence was soooo delicious, Natalie. But you don't have a real thought in between those ears anymore. So you're fit for nothing more than the role of my pet. Doesn't that sound like fun?" Sasha giggled yet again, the sound of her giggle making Natalie tremble in delight. Even more so as she put her finger under the blonde ditz's chin. "Well?"

All that Natalie could do was pant and gasp as she rolled off the chair, the program in her head forcing her onto all fours. Letting her tongue hang out of her mouth as she panted and gasped like a dog. Like her Mistress' pet!

Sasha giggled yet again. And she spread her legs, allowing Natalie to force her way in between those wonderful thighs of hers. So she could put her tongue to good work...

Ahh... To drain her of all her intelligence, and then turn her into a loyal horny pet. It was a shame that she could only do that once. Because the act of sucking Natalie's mind dry had been wonderful for Sasha. And the waves of pleasure that washed over her as she started licking down there were just phenomenal. Ahhh... Maybe she should figure out who else would make a great pet...

Natalie didn't notice her Mistress scheming. Nor did she notice anything else. She just followed the orders that she had been given. She was a pet, after all. And if Mistress wanted her to eat her out, then that's what she was going to do.

All that mattered to the stupefied pet, was her Mistress' happiness. As she licked and licked, endlessly following orders thoughtlessly...