Ms Kyoto decides how to interrogate him

Brad woke up gradually to the feeling of being repeatedly slapped in the face. "Nnnggggh!" he moaned in exasperation as he came round. Momentarily he didn't remember what had happened. But in an instant he saw Ms Kyoto slapping him, felt the tingle of blood drained from the wrists manacled above his head, felt his feet similarly chained below him, and recognized the sensation of cool air on his naked body.

He was Ms Kyoto's prisoner. She'd used her Rocketgirl sex dolls to distract him so she could tranquilize him after he'd helped the real Rocketgirl escape.

"Where...where is she?"

"Who's she?" Ms Kyoto replied coolly. "Oh, you mean Rocketgirl? Why, she's right here," she said, gesturing behind her.

Brad's heart skipped a beat. All his work to free Rocketgirl, and not only had he been captured, but his plan didn't even work! But then he looked behind Ms Kyoto and saw this was not the real Rocketgirl after all, just another sex doll doing a power pose.

"Had you going there for a moment, didn't I?" Ms Kyoto asked. "You'll be pleased to know I haven't found the real Rocketgirl yet. I guess you restored enough of her strength she was able to speed out of here before we could get her. But don't get your hopes up. I've alerted M2 to be on the lookout. I'd say your little girlfriend's outlook is pretty bleak."

"I don't think so," Brad retorted. "She's smart. She'll take care of your stupid little clone once and for all. And when she's done, she'll come back for me."

"Excellent!" Ms Kyoto said, not missing a beat. "Then I needn't even bother to look for her. I'll just be sure we're ready for her when she returns." She petted his cheek. "Thanks! That means I can call my minions back in and just focus all my attention on you."

Brad growled, pulling at his bonds. He was surprised they wouldn't budge.

"Do you like my power-dampening cuffs? They're designed to completely negate any superhuman abilities. You'll find them absolutely impenetrable. You're not the Lone Wolf as long as you're wearing them. Go on, try to transform. I dare you."

Sensing a trick, Brad hesitated. He considered there'd be no harm in trying to transform. If he couldn't, he was no worse off -- but if he could, then he could easily escape. He growled and twisted, calling on his body to transform into a werewolf. Unfortunately, nothing happened.

"Told you so," Ms Kyoto taunted. "Now I've got you, what to do with you? Rocketgirl was easy. A world-renowned, sexy superheroine who'd meddled in my affairs? I took such great pleasure in cloning her, taking her place, and mass marketing sex dolls to tarnish her reputation and make her feel completely, endlessly, intimately violated. But you? You mean absolutely nothing to me. Nobody's heard of you. And besides, nobody wants to fuck a nameless superhero. Everybody wanted a piece of Rocketgirl. Even you," she said, grinning knowingly at the recollection of the video of him fucking a Rocketgirl sex doll. "Isn't that why you came to rescue her in the first place? You thought she'd be so grateful that she'd give it up to you. I wonder..." She glanced over her shoulder at the few Rocketgirl sex dolls standing behind her. "Maybe that's the way to get to you: break your will by having you violated by the very symbol you came here to protect. Then again, I could just do to you everything I did to her. I understand the mind mapping process is quite painful, and I would so like to repay the headache you've caused me. Decisions, decisions," she said, tapping her chin as she considered.