GIF #2: Writhing head-bang

When Miss Haller returned a few hours later, there had been no discernible change in Rocketgirl. She continued her slow, agonizing loop, head gradually turning over her left shoulder as her arms slowly reached for her back and her tits thrust out. Every time she gasped, she unwittingly inhaled more of Miss Haller's low-dose aphrodisiac, while her unblinking eyes suffered the endless onslaught of the thousand megawatt light surrounding her head.

At Miss Haller's silent direction, the large, strong hands of a dozen men gripped Rocketgirl's arms and legs, grasping every exposed inch of flesh. Still more men braced her back, the luckiest among them groping her firm ass and impressive breasts. The shocked heroine felt everything but was powerless to stop these fresh assaults.

That is until, quite suddenly and unexpectedly, her body stopped performing GIF #1: Capture. Without warning, Rocketgirl was suddenly in control of her own head and limbs again. This was her chance to escape!

Rocketgirl squeezed her eyelids closed to alleviate the intense headache the blinding light was giving her now that she was free of the GIF. She clenched her jaw and mustered up as much superpowered strength as she could. Her arms and legs trembled with tremendous power as she struggled to free herself of the many strong, meaty hands that gripped her.

"Ngggh, LET ME GOOOO!" she screamed, her arms, legs, and head spasming as she shook with all her might. Finally she broke free of the men. But just as her hands found the helmet's clasp at the base of her neck, she heard a metallic CLICK and then, once again, her limbs were no longer her own to control.

Her eyes still clenched tightly shut, she found herself spasming madly as she stood in place, her arms and legs trembling with superhuman strength as though struggling -- but she no longer felt the men's meaty hands on her. She struggled powerfully against nothing at all. "Ngggh, LET ME GOOOO!" she screamed unbidden.

Oh no, she thought. Am I trapped in another GIF?

Miss Haller began speaking. "And now, Rocketgirl --"

But the GIF-trapped heroine cut her off, "Ngggh, LET ME GOOOO!"

"Oops, that's right," Miss Haller intoned, clicking a MUTE button on her GIF trap. Now, though Rocketgirl continued to spasm helplessly in an eternal struggle against nothing, she was silent.

"That's better," Miss Haller said. "Now, Rocketgirl, you're in a loop I've saved as GIF #2: Writhing head-bang. I love watching you struggle mightily against nothing at all. And did you notice I can mute you, too? Or even just change your volume..."

Miss Haller unmuted Rocketgirl and turned another dial. Softly she could hear Rocketgirl mutter, "let me go!" the soft whisper muffled by the plastic spherical helmet.

Miss Haller muted Rocketgirl again. "Cute. And this particular GIF has another very excellent use." Miss Haller unclasped the dreaded helmet from Rocketgirl's head but the poor heroine was unable to open her tightly clenched eyes. Miss Haller watched the silent heroine growl and mouth her plea for freedom wordlessly. She smiled and gently poked Rocketgirl's forehead with her forefinger.

The spasming superheroine tipped backwards and flopped to the shiny laboratory floor. Her arms and legs slapped the ground as she continued to spasm helplessly, her spasming head pounding against the floor.

"Let's lock her down, boys," Miss Haller called. One of her henchmen standing at her desk tapped a few buttons and suddenly heavy manacles flipped out of the floor to latch around Rocketgirl's wrists, ankles, and neck. "Tighter, please," Miss Haller called, and the manacles ratcheted to pull Rocketgirl's limbs taught to the floor. She continued to spasm under the influence of GIF #2, but her struggles were less violent, her arms, legs, and head no longer making loud slapping sounds against the floor. Instead her spasms manifested as writhing -- sensually, Miss Haller thought.