Shattered (DARK)

For hours, Rocketgirl felt the stimulation from her pussy spread gradually throughout the rest of her porcelain body. Held immobile in her new delicate porcelain skin, she could only watch helplessly as her pussy juices carved a spiderweb of thin cracks all over her body. It was no use willing it to stop; she had no control. Besides, Ms Kyoto's evil spell kept her turned on. As her juices spread over her all too penetrable skin, her lust spread with them. The more her lust spread, the more her pussy churned up new juices to flow over the cracks, deepening and widening them, hastening her gradual demise.

She was truly in a **** spiral now. But despite the knowledge she was killing herself, she found herself increasingly distracted by the sexual energy spreading through her.

Afraid of her climax, she could do nothing to stall it. Suddenly, at the very moment she thought she was going to orgasm, her delicate frame finally broke.

Rocketgirl's body literally exploded in orgasm. Thousands of shattered shards of her spread noisily over the tile floor of the room. Most of these retained a bit of moisture from her pussy juice. Some dripped on the floor.

For a few moments, the room was silent. The camera stayed on, recording the nothingness where the proud Rocketgirl figure used to stand. The pieces of Rocketgirl lay motionless on the floor.

But she wasn't dead. As the orgasm subsided, Rocketgirl gradually gathered her wits about her. Sensation returned -- and nearly overwhelmed her. Everything seemed magnified, replicated. She could see...everything. The entire room. The floor, the ceiling, the walls. She could feel the cool tile floor, the cool metal of the camera's tripod, the heat through the rubber of the electrical cord connecting it to the wall. There was light from above where she was facing up -- but there was shadow where she faced the ground.

How was this possible? She should be dead. Her body lay in thousands of pieces. But then again, she should have died when she was transformed to porcelain. This must be part of Ms Kyoto's magic. But why? Why bother to keep her alive when her **** had already been so complete, so destructive? She'd destroyed Rocketgirl so thoroughly, literally shattering her. What was left for her to do?

Rocketgirl's many selves winced at the reverberating sound of the door opening and Ms Kyoto's heels clicking loudly on the floor. "Hello hello hello hello hello, Rocketgirl Rocketgirl Rocketgirl Rocketgirl Rocketgirl," Ms Kyoto's greeting echoed thousands of times through the many pieces of Rocketgirl. "You just put on an excellent show show show show show." Rocketgirl got thosuands of views of Ms Kyoto bending down to speak directly to one of her. "By now, you've worked out that your world-shattering orgasm didn't kill you after all all all all all. But have you also worked out that every tiny piece of you," she pinched a shard of Rocketgirl, picking it up and turning over to examine it before her eyes, "experiences everything felt by every other tiny little piece piece piece piece piece?"

Ms Kyoto's finger rubbed the shard of Rocketgirl gently up and down. If she could have, Rocketgirl would have gasped at the sensual sensation that rippled throughout every piece of her body scattered throughout the room. Oh, no!

Reading her shattered mind, Ms Kyoto replied, "Oh yes yes yes yes yes. Care to go for a ride?" The shard of Rocketgirl in Ms Kyoto's fingers looked down, noticing for the first time the unusually wide berth of her captor's structured leather corset. Ms Kyoto wore no bra, so her ample, round bosom was plain for Rocketgirl to see -- for all the Rocketgirls to see. Then suddenly Ms Kyoto's fingers released her and she fell, bouncing off the taut, springy breast and into the darkness of the corset. She came to rest wedged between the leather and the bottom of Ms Kyoto's right breast.

And it felt so good. And all the scattered porcelain pieces of Rocketgirl could feel it.

"Beginning to get the picture, Rocketgirl Rocketgirl Rocketgirl Rocketgirl Rocketgirl?" Ms Kyoto scooped up a few dozen more pieces of Rocketgirl and dumped them swiftly down her breasts. She enjoyed the sensation of the cool, slightly moist porcelain bouncing off her perky breasts -- but not as much as Rocketgirl enjoyed being handled by Ms Kyoto's soft fingers, then feeling more and more of her captor's breasts and the tight stretched leather.

"Everything that happens now to any one of you will happen to all of you. Every one of your tiny little pieces is equally helpless, and every one of them will feel everything as though it's happening to you. So right now as I gather you all up and press you against my bosom, you'll all feel turned on by my breasts. But later, you'll feel other things. Lots of things. Anything I want. Burning. Scratching." She scratched a Rocketgirl shard and the others tried to writhe away from the pain.

"Biting." She bit a Rocketgirl shard and the others silently yelped at the sharp pain.

"Melting. Licking." She licked one. "Piercing. Kicking. Boiling. Drowning. Sex. Any transformation I may put any one of you through. Oh, and not just me. I've got more than enough of you to spare. Maybe I'll sell some of you to your worst enemies. Maybe I'll give some of you away at parties. Just imagine the things that other people will think of to do to you. Oh, the things we'll put you through. Maybe we'll even kill one or two of you. You know, just to find out what that feels like for the rest of you."

Gathering the last piece of Rocketgirl, Ms Kyoto put it to her lips and kissed it long and roughly before placing it gingerly atop the pile of Rocketgirl shards resting in the leather corset around her breasts. Rocketgirl's many pieces thrilled at the sensation of the kiss and being squeezed together between the hard leather and Ms Kyoto's cool, sexy breasts.

But she feared whatever came next.