Christmas Carol: Rocketgirl present

Ms Kyoto pressed a button on the side of Rocketgirl's goggles and the dark shield flipped up, exposing the light of the room to Rocketgirl's eyes. She could now see her nemesis kneeling before her, smiling at her as she petted her cheek.

"You've given me a lot of material to work with for my plans for your future. But for now, there is one thing I'm especially keen to explore in your present: your sexuality."

"What? No! My sexuality is none of your concern. You've already invaded my privacy way too much. Just let me go now before you do something you'll regret."

"They say you'll only regret the chances you didn't take," Ms Kyoto replied. "Something you seem to know a thing or two about. Your missed prom date. All those boys you never let get too close. The one you almost married, but who got away. And that roommate of yours -- tell me, why do you really regret making her leave? Is it just because she didn't deserve the way you treated her? Or do you wish you could have been so much more intimate with her?"

"You shut your mouth, Ms Kyoto," Rocketgirl growled. "You don't know what you're talking about!"

"Perhaps not," Ms Kyoto said slowly, pursing her lips to emphasize every consonant. She drew her face closer to Rocketgirl's as she continued speaking, her gaze never veering from the heroine's lips -- her glance inviting Rocketgirl to watch her lips in return. "But as long as I have you here, strapped to this chair and completely at my mercy, I know I'll always regret it if I don't do this..."

Rocketgirl briefly moaned an objection as Ms Kyoto's lips closed on hers. The professor kissed her student deeply, passionately. Rocketgirl didn't want to kiss her but hated to admit to herself that it felt good. She'd led a lonely, almost celibate life. It had been so long since she'd kissed anyone, and she'd never kissed a woman before. Ms Kyoto was exceptionally skilled at the art. The contact, the pressure, the longing and restraint in that kiss overcame the heroine's defenses. Without even thinking about it, she pressed her tongue forward, its tip touching Ms Kyoto's lips. The villainess smiled, opening her lips and turning her head to invite Melissa's tongue inside. She pressed her own tongue forward and they danced passionately together. For a time, both women were lost to sensation, the only sounds their heavy breathing, short moans, and the soft clicking of their tongues in the hollows of one another's mouths.

Presently Ms Kyoto broke the kiss and smiled at Rocketgirl. The heroine came to her senses and composed herself, her eyes darting about as she shook her head. "No. Oh, no. That was...that was very wrong. I shouldn't have done that."

"On the contrary," Ms Kyoto said. "No regrets. Better leave them all in the past. You're a beautiful girl and, might I say, an extraordinary kisser. Why not give in to your lust? I say you've been repressing yourself far too long. Tell me, Rocketgirl. What do you most want right now?"

Ms Kyoto teased the heroine's nipples through her blouse, her tender touch quickly bringing them to attention. She noticed the heroine's breathing was still heavy from when they made out.

"I...mmmm," the heroine stammered. She watched as Ms Kyoto unbuttoned her own blouse and traced her breasts for Rocketgirl to admire.

"Go on, my dear," Ms Kyoto prodded. "All you have to do is ask me, and I'll give it to you." She cupped Rocketgirl's pussy through her skirt and began rubbing it. The heroine lurched at the sudden intimate contact but as with the kissing that had preceded it, found herself enjoying the sensation.

"Release...ooooo...release...me," she said, her eyes rolling back in her head and her eyes closing as she pushed her pussy forward into Ms Kyoto's rapidly circling fingers.

"What's that?" Ms Kyoto whispered, then darted her tongue into Rocketgirl's ear. "You want me to give you release?"

"Free...freedom," Rocketgirl panted as Ms Kyoto began fingering her clit. "I wa...I wa...I want my f...my f...my freedom," she said. "Let me out."

"Very well, Rocketgirl," Ms Kyoto said. "All you had to do was ask. And now, I will set you free."

Rocketgirl's eyes reopened hopefully, but the anguish never left her face. The next instant, Ms Kyoto was again kissing her passionately, one hand squeezing her breasts and the other working her pussy vigorously. She had reached under Rocketgirl's skirt and now she pinched and circled Melissa's clit while pumping fingers in and out of the heroine's pussy. The virginal, celibate heroine's senses had been put on high alert, and she was now helplessly lost to her captor's attention. Within moments, she threw her head back and let out a wild howl as she orgasmed, gushing over Ms Kyoto's fingers. Ms Kyoto chuckled as she kissed her fingers and put them to Rocketgirl's lips.

"I give you release," she whispered, then stood up. She leaned down, put her hand on Melissa's shoulder and gazed into her eyes. "Computer! End simulation."

A panicked look of confusion washed over Rocketgirl's face as Ms Kyoto dematerialized. The goggles were back on Rocketgirl's face. She looked down and saw the juices from her pussy puddled on the chair and dripping down to the floor. She looked up and saw Ms Kyoto sitting at her desk, still wearing her own visor. Presently Ms Kyoto removed her visor and walked towards Rocketgirl, kneeling in front of her.

"I don't understand," Rocketgirl said. "What just happened? I thought that you...and I thought that we..." She gestured to her dripping pussy.

"That was all in your mind," Ms Kyoto replied. "You have a most vivid imagination. I asked you to show me your present circumstances, and you showed me a very steamy lesbian love scene between the two of us. It was so convincing, in fact, that you made yourself cum!"

"No," Rocketgirl objected in disbelief. "It can't be. I wouldn't have wished that on myself. I couldn't have done this to myself. I never would have cum in front of you -- not even if you made me."

"Oh, but you did, and all by yourself," Ms Kyoto said. "You poor, repressed beauty. Now that I know what you really want -- release -- let me provide for you. Let me give you what you really want. Your future can wait. For now, let me give you a present: your present. A real-life reenactment of the present you just imagined for yourself."

"No, please, I -- mmmm," Rocketgirl moaned her objection into Ms Kyoto's mouth as the scene played out all over again.