Ms Kyoto gets her to cum

A full-size naked porcelain figure, Melissa stood motionless and helpless in the center of a small, cold room. The place was decorated -- wall to wall, floor to ceiling -- with photos, news articles, and mementos commemorating the extraordinary exploits of the heroine Rocketgirl. Melissa supposed these were Ms Kyoto's subtle way of reminding Melissa how far she'd fallen from the heroine she'd been to the helpless statue she was now.

If she weren't made of porcelain, Melissa was sure she'd be covered in gooseflesh and shivering head to toe. As it was, the cool air accentuated the sensation of how firm and taut Ms Kyoto had ensured her body was when she fired the kiln. Her nipples protruded from her round, tight breasts. She could feel her round ass cheeks, smoother than ever, tightly pressed together.

Starting perpetually straight ahead, Melissa examined herself in the full-length mirror opposite her. Now bald, she nevertheless had been painted to resemble her old self. Ms Kyoto had opted not to paint a body costume on her, preferring to accentuate her nudity. Melissa was impressed by the contouring and attention to detail, though she wished she weren't in this position.

Brave by nature, Melissa was unaccustomed to being completely helpless. She had no idea what to expect when Ms Kyoto casually strode naked into the room carrying a video camera and tripod. She set these up between Rocketrigl and the mirror but didn't turn on the camera yet.

"Hello there, Rocketgirl," Ms Kyoto said, striding confidently to stand between Melissa and the tripod. She stood with feet in an A-stance and arms akimbo, in a proud reflection of her captive's now permanent stance. "How are you feeling now you're a priceless collectible?"

Of course Melissa was unable to respond without tongue, teeth, or throat. But that was no matter to her captor.

Ms Kyoto chuckled bemusedly. "Of course you can't respond, my dear. But as you know, I'm a witch, which means I have certain powers. For example, I can read your mind. I know you're feeling ashamed and scared, and I know how unusual those feelings are for you. Just look around this room at all your accomplishments, all the things that once made you so proud, each of your successes further raising your confidence. You've fallen quite a long way, my poor sweet darling, and I'm going to enjoy dragging you down even further. But first, of course, I want to acknowledge the other things you're feeling. Cold, I see -- which is perfectly understandable, since I've kept this room cold just for you." She crossed her arms below her breasts, thrusting them gently up as she hugged herself for warmth. "Really brings out the smooth, sexy curves of your slinky, sexy little body. And I also sense you're very horny. I suppose that's to be expected, considering I fired you to be in a neverending state of lust and desire -- and you've not been able to do anything about it since I inflicted it on you days ago. After all, you're porcelain now. Can't scratch your own itch. I wonder," she said, biting a finger and rocking her body back and forth, "should I send in some Rocketgirl-obsessed, lust-crazed boys to ravish you?"

Despite herself, Rocketgirl yearned for the sensation of being pawed, groped, and caressed, of having a tongue thrust inside her mouth and a hot, hard cock shoved into her pussy. She almost drooled with desire.

"There is a certain appeal to the idea of watching the great Rocketgirl gang ****. But I think no," Ms Kyoto said, dashing Rocketgirl's dark hope. "This is a project that requires a personal touch. So let me ask you, Rocketgirl: do you like what you see?"

Rocketgirl was unable to look away as Ms Kyoto crossed her legs, ran her hands over her breasts and hips, then turned round and glanced coquettishly over her shoulder at the helpless heroine.

Melissa was not attracted to women, and Rocketgirl could never find herself drawn to someone so evil who was responsible for her **** and ultimate downfall. But Rocketgirl was hopelessly overcome with all-consuming lust Ms Kyoto had magically induced when turning her into a porcelain doll. After days of buildup, the lust inside the stoic heroine was nearing a breaking point. And so despite all her instincts, Rocketgirl found herself devastated with desire for the agile, sexy body of her tormentor.

Reading the conflict in her captive's mind, Ms Kyoto smirked, knowing she'd won the battle of wits Rocketgirl fought with herself. She strode slowly toward the heroine, draping her arms around her cold, porcelain shoulders and staring into her eyes.

"It's all right, my dear," she said, the back of her fingers tracing Rocketgirl's smooth face from forehead to chin. She leaned in to whisper sultrily in Rocketgirl's ear. "I want you, too," she said, her hot breath sending a tingle down the heroine's porcelain spine.

Ms Kyoto's nipples gently brushed Rocketgirl's, the porcelain buds dimpling the fleshy ones and causing them to flick ever so slightly back and forth, back and forth. Then Ks Kyoto pressed her body firmly against the heroine's, drawing a leg around her captive's body to run slowly from her ass down her leg. Ms Kyoto gave Rocketgirl's lips a quick kiss, then ran her hands down the heroine's sides. One hand snaked around to grope a taut butt cheek while the other cupped a breast and pinched a nipple.

Before Rocketgirl knew what was happening, Ms Kyoto was slowly rubbing her porcelain clitoris. Her finger rubbed circles faster and faster, then she darted two fingers into the heroine's porcelain pussy lips and wiggled them about freely inside the hollow heroine.

Rocketgirl's eyes rolled back in her head in untamed ecstasy. Blinded by the welcome release of her built up lust, Rocketgirl was taken by surprise when she felt Ms Kyoto's lips press roughly against her own. Ms Kyoto's tongue darted inside her mouth and she felt a tingle as Ms Kyoto's tongue lapped eagerly at the empty space inside her hollow porcelain body.

Momentarily, Ms Kyoto withdrew her fingers from the heroine's slit and her face from Rocketgirl's. "Ohhh, yes," Ms Kyoto gushed orgasmically. Rocketgirl opened her eyes, looking for the cause of the disappointing end to her sexual release.

"Look at this, Rocketgirl," Ms Kyoto drawled. She held her fingers up for Rocketgirl's inspection. The heroine saw the thin, filmy liquid gracing her tormentor's fingertips. She watched as Ms Kyoto's fingers slowly rubbed the sticky liquid around on her fingertips.

"You've cum,: she said. "I'm flattered. I haven't cum yet, but I will."

What would have been Rocketgirl's heart fluttered with anticipation at being molested again by her captor. But Ms Kyoto laughed, reading her thoughts. "No, my dear, I'm not going to touch you anymore," she said, slowly backing away. "In fact, nobody's going to touch you ever again. I'll cum because if there's one thing that turns me on, it's watching stuck-up, sexy superheroines completely fall apart. I'm going to watch you self-destruct, Rocketgirl. You're made of porcelain now, and you've just cum. That means you've introduced moisture to your delicate, dry frame. That moisture," she said, slowly spreading it around her fingers again, "is going to spread. It's going to cause you to crack. It's going to erode you, Rocketgirl. Your own pussy juices will gradually spiderweb over the entire surface of your body, and then," she threw some of Rocketgirl's juices to the floor, "you'll shatter."

Rocketgirl couldn't believe her ears. She knew Ms Kyoto was evil, but was it possible she meant to kill her? She'd so enjoyed tormenting the heroine that it seemed impossible she'd give it up and just let Rocketgirl die. This had to be another ruse.

"Oh, this is real, Rocketgirl, and the sooner you get used to it, the better. Still don't believe me? Then tell me this." She glanced down at Melissa's twat. "Why is there a crack in your crack?"

Rocketgirl concentrated on the feeling in her pussy. She was startled to discover that Ms Kyoto was right: she felt an extra breeze in her pussy, as though her pussy were open just a little bit more than usual...just a little bit longer than it had been before. And as she focused on it, she felt her juices carve her labia open just a little bit wider.

"Now don't worry, it won't hurt a bit. You'll see it coming in that mirror on the wall, and you'll feel it, certainly. But it won't hurt. The cracks you're already developing don't hurt, right?"

Thank goodness for small favors, Rocketgirl thought.

"You can try to stop it, of course. But considering how cold it is in here, and how hot you are, I think you'll find it quite impossible to avoid your fate. There's a reason I wanted you to have an insatiable sexual appetite while trapped in your porcelain body, Rocketgirl. It's so that once I got you to cum -- and I knew you'd cum for me, you little slut -- you'd have **** but to watch yourself cum to ****. And I," she said, walking back to switch on the camcorder, "could watch you shatter yourself over and over and over again."

A red light came on atop the camcorder. Ms Kyoto blew Rocketgirl a kiss. "Bye," she said and left the room.