Ground and mixed with lube (DARK)

Ms Kyoto ground a Rocketgirl shard with a mortar and pestle. She got such satisfaction from grinding her nemesis into a fine powder she decided to try it again. But first she used her magic to endow another Rocketgirl shard with the power of speech. She pierced this shard, eliciting from it a prolonged "YOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWL!" of pain, followed by the hissing of air between what would have been clenched teeth as the pierced Rocketgirl shard adjusted to her new state.

Ms Kyoto threaded a chain through the pierced Rocketgirl shard and draped it around her neck to dangle between her breasts. Then she tossed a dozen Rocketgirl shards into the mortar and started grinding them down again with the pestle.

"Ohhhh nnnnnnnggghhh, aaaaa, aaaaa, aaaa, aaaa, AAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOWWWW!"

Rocketgirl became aware of the painful sensation increasing exponentially as she was ground into granular bits. Then there was a sense of vertigo as Ms Kyoto lifted the mortar and tilted it, dumping a shower of finely ground Rocketgirl into a waiting vat filled with lubricant.

Upon coming into contact with the lube, Rocketgirl was overwhelmed with ecstasy. For all practical purposes, the lube covered her entire body. Hundreds of thousands of grains of Rocketgirl were completely enveloped in personal lubricant. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh-hoh-ohohohoh!" stammered the shard around Ms Kyoto's neck. As she settled and sank into the lubricant, she was overhwelmed too by its stickiness. "Nnnnaaaaaannnnnng...uuughhhhh."

Ms Kyoto lowered an industrial mixer into the vat and switched it on. Slowly it churned the lubricant, separating and scattering the powdered Rocketgirl, blending and distributing her evenly throughout the vat.

"I'm dissolving you to approximately twelve grains per litre. We can discuss a distribution plan after you're well and thoroughly mixed in."

Rocketgirl felt a nausea and dizziness as parts of her remained stuck in place while other parts whirled around from the mixer's churning. "Whoooooa, uuuuuuuhhhh," she uttered at the sensation of being whipped around within the lubricant. When everything finally stopped moving, the fine powder of Rocketgirl hung suspended like a starry sky throughout the vat of lube.

"Time to bottle you up and sell you," Ms Kyoto said.