Christmas Carol: Rocketgirl yet-to-cum: rubber cement in her head

Rubber Boy wasted no time, bouncing up in the air and coming down hard with his cock perfectly positioned to slam into the perfect O of Rocketgirl's lips. "Mmmmmfff!" she grunted in protest, but as with Elastic Man, this only sent thrilling vibrations up Rubber Boy's cock.

He sat there for a few moments, basking in the pleasurable sensation of her tongue along the underside of his cock. Gradually he braced himself on either side of her head. He enjoyed seeing her knit brows as she winced and grimaced, her eyes squeezed shut as though she could block out what was happening to her.

Rubber Boy smiled down at her. He slapped either side of her face rapidly with his rubbery hands. "Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me," he said.

Thinking it was the only way to stop him from slapping her, Rocketgirl opened her eyes. Rubber Boy began bouncing rapidly up and down, his cock thrusting in and out of her mouth at an alarming rate. Whenever he thrust into her, he expanded his cock a bit more. The effect aroused him while causing her head to bounce against the floor.

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom, he bounced rapidly up and down, in and out, and her head hit the floor in time. "MMMMMMMM!" sounded Rocketgirl's muffled scream of agony at the pain as her head kept hitting the hard floor.

The rapid blow job and the vibrations from Rocketgirl's scream finally caused Rubber Boy to climax. Pump after pump of rubber cement poured from his cock into Rocketgirl's throat and sinuses. The strong smell of it mingled with Elastic Man's semen and the rotten apple, adding to Rocketgirl's agonized senses.

As Rubber Boy finished cumming and pulled out, Rocketgirl wheezed. She cleared her throat and swallowed a few times, but no matter what she did, she found herself taking deep, rapid, wheezy breaths in an effort to replenish her oxygen supply. It was as though she simply couldn't take in the same volume of oxygen as before the blow jobs.

Seeing the confusion overcoming Rocketgirl's face, Evil Eve stepped forward and removed the apple from the ex-heroine's mouth. Rocketgirl closed her aching mouth, wiggled her jaw around, and tried once again to take normal breaths. But still she found she had to wheeze.

Evil Eve smirked. "Finding it a bit hard to breathe, Melissa? Having all your air passages permanently narrowed by a fresh batch of rubber cement will do that to a girl."

Rocketgirl's eyes shot wide open. She'd been so distracted by her ordeal that she'd forgotten Rubber Boy's semen was really rubber cement! That explained the thick sensation in her throat and why she was wheezing all her breaths now. Christ, they weren't planning to kill her, were they?

She tried to lift her head to get a sense of the villains' reactions to her plight -- but she couldn't lift her head. Over and over she tugged, but a heavy weight in the back of her head kept it rigidly on the ground. "Oh, no," she whimpered.

"Got something weighing on your mind?" Rubber Boy asked sarcastically.

Rocketgirl sped her legs into a frenzy in an effort to run away. But she couldn't keep her weighted belly off the ground, her head wouldn't budge from the floor, and Elastic Man kept her arms bound above her head.

"Rubber Boy's gotten into your head," Ms Kyoto purred from the corner of the room. "You're not going anywhere ever again."