Bucket of fast-drying plasticene

"Tracy, will you get that bucket out of the fridge?" Jennifer called over her shoulder. "And be ready when I say now." Tracy headed to a fridge in the corner while Jennifer turned to Bethany. "Bethany, take her left arm, I'll take her right."

Jennifer and Bethany reached up to unchain Rocketgirl's arms simultaneously. The heroine's arms trembled a bit as the girls guided them slowly down to her sides. Rocketgirl could barely feel her arms at all, and her head became light as blood resumed flowing to her arms, which had fallen asleep chained above her head for two months.

"Ohh, ahhh..." Melissa sighed with relief as she began to feel her arms again. Still too weak to fight them off, she thought, but that will change soon enough.

Tracy approached the group now holding a bucket. Jennifer watched the surface of the clear liquid inside ripple. "Oh, would you look at that. It's time for your bath, Melissa. NOW!"

At the signal word, Tracy heaved the bucket up and dumped its contents straight down over Rocketgirl's head.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Melissa shrieked at the sudden contact with the ice-cold liquid. It cascaded down her hair and face, coating her neck and shoulders, her arms and breasts, dripping to just above her hips...and then slowing...hardening. Melissa tried to open her eyes but they were welded shut by the thick, hardened goop. She tried to speak but her mouth was stuck half-open by the material covering her face. She tried to lift her arms, which had regained their feeling, but they were stuck down by her sides. She took shallow, panicked breaths, unable to breathe too deeply now that her torso was compressed by the thick, hard layer surrounding her.

"It's called plasticene," Jennifer's voice was muffled but still audible through the hard layer of plasticene covering Rocketgirl's ears. "Fast hardening, very rubbery, and very durable. And don't worry; very breathable, too, as you've no doubt realized by now."

"Hhllllllll," Rocketgirl grunted unintelligibly, unable to move her lips, tongue, or throat to make any more coherent sounds.

Jennifer smiled. "It's too bad you had to close your eyes. This would be so much more fun if we could watch you panic as you see everything we have in store." She flicked Rocketgirl's plastic-coated nipples, which had hardened at the contact with the cold plasticene. The plastic-coated nipples bounced rapidly and easily. Jennifer flicked them again and again, causing Rocketgirl to moan again with unexpected arousal.

"But I suppose there is another fun game we can play as long as you can't see," Jennifer said. "Can the great Rocketgirl escape while she's blind as a bat?"

Tracy and Bethany exchanged nervous glances. Tracy spoke up, "Jennifer, are you sure that's a good idea?"

Jennifer waved her off. "Relax. Look at her. She's all ours. Come on, help me release her feet."

Jennifer and Tracy each unchained one of Rocketgirl's ankles. The heroine dropped from the X-frame to the floor a few inches below. She stood there a moment on shaky legs, bewildered by this turn of events. She reflected on her two months' perspective of the basement, orienting herself for her attempted escape.

"Better take a couple of precautionary measures," Jennifer said. She grasped Melissa's shoulders and roughly spun the heroine around a few times. While this was happening, another girl rang a bell near Rocketgirl's head and a foghorn sounded across the room. The rest of the girls chanted, screamed, whooped and hollared, stamping their feet and clapping their hands.

"Nnnnnnnggg," Melissa moaned in discomfort. The spinning and the noises were combining to disorient her. She stiffened her shoulders to combat the spinning. As soon as she tried to fight back, Jennifer released her body and, as though all signalled by their president's motion, all the noises stopped.

The basement fell perfectly silent and Rocketgirl stood up straight. She tried to get her bearings but had no sense of her position in the room anymore.

"Go," Tracy whispered in one ear. "Quick!" Bethany whispered in the other. "Before I change my mind," Jennifer said from right behind her.

Though she was disoriented and dizzy, Rocketgirl knew she may not get another chance like this. She took a couple of tentative steps. Jennifer swatted her ass and said, "Move!"

Rocketgirl took off, her legs now running with the superhuman speed she hadn't used in months. CLANG! her head banged into a steel beam, knocking her to the ground. "Ohhh, oww," she mumbled as she rolled left and right, unable to use her arms for leverage. The girls in the room laughed at her predicament. Soon she bent her knees, planted a foot on the ground, and slowly rose to stand again.

She began running again in the opposite direction, then BANG! her head smacked into the X-frame that had been her prison minutes before. She stumbled but did not fall this time. Course correcting, she made a beeline for the stairs.

Her right foot made contact with the base of the stairs. Her heart leapt; she was going to make it! She raised her legs for the next few strides, easily mounting the first few stairs. But then she tripped over something -- it felt like one of the girls had stuck an arm or a leg out across the staircase -- and as she began falling forward, a pointed boot kicked her in the jaw. Even through the plasticene layer, she felt her teeth grind as her forward momentum suddenly transferred into backward momentum.

She was airborne for a few seconds, then the back of her head hit the stairs followed by the rest of her body. She slid bumpily down the stairs, her plasticene-coated torso sliding easily, her head banging on every step until she hit the concrete floor of the basement. "Owww," she moaned in pain.

As she heard the muffled sound of high heeled boots clicking slowly down the stairs toward her, Melissa tried to bend her knees so she could rise to her feet again. But whoever was coming down the stairs pushed down on the heroine's knees roughly with the pointed toes of her boots. Then Ms Kyoto's voice sounded, muffled through the plasticene, from above her.

"Love what you've done with her torso," Ms Kyoto said. "But probably best not to let her out of the house like that."