GIF-trapped

Rocketgirl stormed throughout the house searching for Miss Haller. Strange how many underground floors she has, Rocketgirl thought, before she finally found Miss Haller in a high-tech laboratory seven floors underground. The woman was sitting behind a bank of computer monitors and smirked at Rocketgirl.

"You evil woman!" Rocketgirl barked, hands on her hips. "You'll pay for assaulting me!"

Miss Haller stood now, her fingertips delicately touching the shiny desk before her. "Welcome to my underground lair, Rocketgirl," she drawled smoothly. "Don't you know I don't appreciate unannounced guests. When a superheroine comes to call, I prefer she be gift-wrapped."

With the flick of a button on Miss Haller's desk, instantly Rocketgirl felt a sting at the base of her vertebrae, like something sharp had pierced her lower back. Her hands reached to find the invader as she gasped and looked back over her left shoulder to identify the intrusion.

But before she could see or touch the sharp object, she found her arms back akimbo, her head facing Miss Haller again. And then, unbidden, she gasped and looked slowly over her left shoulder as her hands reached for the object in her lower back. Just as suddenly, her head snapped back to face Miss Haller and her arms were once again akimbo.

Over and over, Rocketgirl performed this short gesture, her body no longer under her own control. She was stuck in a loop. Her mind whirled. What was happening to her? Why was she repeating this maneuver over and over again? Why couldn't she touch whatever it was now embedded in her lower back? Why couldn't she see it? Her mind began to swim with dizziness at the enforced repeated turning of her head; her mouth began to grow dry from the repeated gasping.

"There, now. That's better," Miss Haller said as she approached the heroine. "You may not be gift-wrapped," she said, tearing Melvin's clothes from the heroine's body, exposing her naked to the cool air of the laboratory, "but you are GIF-trapped, if you'll forgive the pun. The device embedded in your vertebrae puts your nervous system under my control. And with my GIF trap," she said, holding up a simple remote control and turning it with Rocketgirl's rotating face so she would be sure to get a good look at it, "I can capture up to 1,000 unique GIFs of you and make you perform any one of them at my command."

Miss Haller watched the now naked Rocketgirl push her tits forward inadvertently every time she brought her hands behind her back. "I rather like this first GIF," she said, the fingers of one hand lightly petting the now goosebumped flesh of one of Rocketgirl's gorgeous breasts. The heroine would have shuddered and recoiled in response, but under the control of the GIF trap, she helplessly pushed her areola further into Miss Haller's open palm. "I think I'll save it as GIF #1: Capture."

She clicked a couple of buttons. "There. Now that's done, I can show you a couple other handy features of my little GIF trap. For instance, I can change your speed." She rotated a dial and Rocketgirl practically paused in mid-motion. Her head only halfway to her shoulder, she became briefly nauseous as the rotations finally appeared to stop -- but she was only moving more slowly, not stopped completely, and gradually she began to see her shoulder and then her back before, almost a full minute later, her head snapped forward again and the entire motion repeated agonizingly slowly.

Miss Haller took the opportunity to more completely fondle and caress both of Rocketgirl's exposed breasts. "No longer Rocketgirl, now are you? Not when you move this slowly. But I can speed things up for you." She turned the dial all the way the other direction, and suddenly Rocketgirl was twisting rapidly back and forth, her hair flying about her head and her chest thrusting in and out, over and over, pressing hard into Miss Haller's hands, then pulling away just as rapidly.

Oh no, Rocketgirl thought, her heartbeat increasing, perspiration breaking out all over her overworked body. How am I going to get out of this? She began silently hyperventilating. Was this how she was going to die?

"Now you're a strong girl," Miss Haller droned, "but even someone with your unique gifts must have her limits. I don't want to test your boundaries today. Better to preserve you for your long-term potential. So let's make sure your vitals stay within a nice, healthy range, hmm?"

She turned another dial and Rocketgirl's heart slowed, her breathing calmed, and she stopped sweating so profusely. But her body continued its rapid spinning, her hips and tits thrusting in and out as her arms snapped between akimbo and reaching for her vertebrae, her head whirling back and forth as her hair prevented her from getting a clear view of anything. How was this possible?

"Once I've recorded a GIF, I can change its speed, not only externally but internally," Miss Haller explained. "I can independently change how quickly or slowly your body moves, and separately change the rate of your internal bodily functions captured in the same moment. Isn't that devilishly marvelous?"

Rocketgirl didn't agree, but she could say nothing in retort. She was utterly under Miss Haller's control.