Hypnotized sexual submission

Rocketgirl didn't have a heart to pound a mile a minute, she couldn't perspire in anxiety, couldn't fail to catch her breath. She could only wait helplessly for Ms Kyoto to return with her body once she'd cleaned it up. She shuddered to think what else Ms Kyoto might be doing with her.

Eventually Ms Kyoto returned Rocketgirl's cleaned body to the hospital bed. She then put a thick steel briefcase on the windowsill and opened it. From within, she withdrew a thick pair of welder's goggles and showed them off to her pet geranium.

"One of the best things about pulling your conscious mind out of your body," Ms Kyoto said sexily, "is that it leaves your subconscious all alone, unprotected over there inside your head. Did you know the subconscious mind is responsible for all your automated behaviors, all your instincts and reactions? These goggles will help keep your subconscious in a susceptible state so I can feed your mind a new set of instincts."

Ms Kyoto gave the Rocketgirl geranium a glimpse inside the goggles. As expected, they showed a mesmerizing, hypnotic swirling pattern. Ms Kyoto chuckled as she walked to the bed and strapped the goggles to Rocketgirl's head, taking care to prop her eyes open before snapping the goggles over her sockets.

"I bet you're terrified to think what I might retrain your subconscious to do." She retrieved a pair of noise cancelling headphones from the briefcase. "Care to sample the audio?"

She brought the headphones close to the geranium and turned up the volume. Rocketgirl heard Ms Kyoto's voice coming through the headphones. "...superpowered superslut. Ms Kyoto is your master. You're hopelessly devoted to her and will do everything she wants." Soft kisses and moans sounded constantly in the background.

"It goes on like that for a few hours, then repeats on a loop. And that's just the first session. I've recorded a dozen, and I plan to do a few more to really hone those skills I'll want you to have. My sweet little slutty plaything. Who knows how long your subconscious can hold out against this ****?"

She unceremoniously plunked the headphones over Rocketgirl's ears. Rocketgirl wished she could will her arms to move, her hands to tear the goggles and the headphones off her head. But she was powerless to move her body, could only watch, detached, as Ms Kyoto's nefarious devices affixed to her head conducted their dastardly deeds.