Ball bearing implants after an attempted escape (DARK)

"Nowhere," Rocketgirl said sternly, regaining her confidence and her footing. "You can start nowhere. I'm leaving. NOW."

Ms Kyoto braced for a fight but was stunned when Rocketgirl simply zipped past her at superspeed. Two seconds later, the superheroine was out the door, likely already down the hall and halfway down the stairs.

"She certainly recovered quickly," Ms Kyoto said to herself. "Good thing I was prepared for this." She walked nonchalantly the direction Rocketgirl had gone.

Speeding down the staircase, the naked Rocketgirl exited the stairwell on the ground floor. She dashed down the hall towards the clearly marked exit. So what if she had to escape completely naked? At least she'd be out of Ms Kyoto's clutches and able to reclaim her identity.

The corner of Rocketgirl's lips turned up in a smile as she pushed the exit door open and dashed through. But something was wrong. She wasn't outside. She kept dashing forward as her eyes tried to adjust to the pitch blackness of her new environment.

Suddenly there was a loud ZIP! sound and Rocketgirl felt something sting her right leg. ZIP! and something stung her left. Then the room erupted in a barrage of ZIPs.

ZIP! ZIP! ZIP! ZIP! ZIP! ZIP! ZIP! ZIP! ZIP!

Rocketgirl was bombarded by sharp stinging sensations all over her body. She screamed and tried swatting at the invaders, but they would pierce her skin no matter. She ducked and weaved this way and that, but the ZIPs found her every time. Taking stock, she was surprised to find she wasn't bleeding. The impacts didn't leave any noticeable marks on her skin. But she felt a sharp pain from every one when they hit, and something else was wrong.

She seemed to be slowing down.

Suddenly there was a THUNK and bright flourescent lights illuminated the room. It was a vast empty white space, and Rocketgirl could now see what was happening to her. From the walls to either side of her, something was being shot at her. Thick sheets of tiny silvery pellets were being launched at her. She looked down at her body again and was perplexed that she could see no bruising, couldn't even find the points of impact.

But they felt like they were everywhere. From head to toe, there wasn't a milimeter of skin that felt spared from the **** of these tiny projectiles. And she could see now that they had indeed slowed her down. In fact, she felt heavy in her tracks. She took a pained half step forward, then collapsed to her knees.

"No..." she whimpered. She had been so close to escaping. She didn't want to give up now. Why was her body betraying her? She tried to rise but wasn't strong enough to lift her own weight. And though nothing inhibited her superpowers, she simply could not run.

What was happening to her?

She fell on her ass. The walls stopped shooting at her. Well, at least that's done, she thought. Her breathing was slow and shallow, and she found each breath took an abnormal amount of effort. What did those things do to me? she wondered.

It was then she noticed some mild discomfort in her buttocks. The cushioning normally provided by her perfectly round ass wasn't quite so soft and tender. She rolled her butt around a bit to reposition herself and her eyebrows knit in confusion as she felt something rolling inside her ass -- like she were sitting on a skateboard. What the hell?

She looked down but saw nothing between her and the floor. But what she did see made her eyes widen with alarm. Her skin appeared gently pocked. There were tiny bumps everywhere. Her body was covered with them. Apart from the yellowish hue caused by spending three days suspended in Ms Kyoto's chamber, there was nothing else abnormal about her skin. It was as smooth and perfect as always, not a blemish to be found.

But she was bumpy now. Her entire body.

With trembling hands, she felt the bumpy skin of her arms and gasped when she felt she could actually roll the bumps around inside her own skin. It wasn't painful, and the movement of the bumps didn't seem to interfere with her muscles or internal organs. But she could not understand what had happened to her.

She looked down at her chest and felt her once-perfect breasts -- still round and perky but now covered in these freakish movable bumps. With some difficulty given the new weight of her bumpy arms, she shakily felt her bumpy neck and the pocks all over her beautiful face. What were these things? Were they permanent? Had they disfigured her? And why were they so heavy?

Stunned and overwhelmed, Rocketgirl was planted to the floor. When she heard footsteps slowly approach from behind, she tried to turn her head but found the motion challenging and disorienting, the little balls giving her a headache as they shifted with her cranium.

Momentarily Ms Kyoto came into view, beaming at her once and future captive. "You just couldn't bring yourself to leave me, now could you, Melissa?"

Voice trembling, Rocketgirl asked, "What have you done?"

"Nothing much, really," Ms Kyoto replied. "I've simply replaced a layer of your epithelial cells with ball bearings. It's really nothing to worry about. They're all coated in a layer of your own cells, so they won't do you any harm. Oh, and for the same reason, your body won't recognize them as foreign objects, so your immune system won't put up any kind of attack. Nope, those ball bearings are there to stay, toots!"

Melissa found herself feeling exhausted from the effort of holding her body upright. Her breaths continued to come slow and shallow. With fading strength, she asked simply, "But...why?"

Ms Kyoto frowned and pouted. "I should think that would be obvious." She grabbed the top of Melissa's skull and ground the ball bearings into her head, causing the heroine to clench her teeth in discomfort. "Don't tell me they've gotten to your brain. Can't you figure this one out, dummy? I've nullified your superpowers."

She released her prisoner's head and smiled smugly. "Such a simple, elegant solution. No rocket science involved, Rocket-tits! Just weigh you down enough that you can't carry yourself, and you'll never speed anywhere again."

"But you've...ruined me," Rocketgirl heaved between breaths.

"Nonsense," Ms Kyoto retorted. She petted Melissa's bumpy cheek tenderly. "In fact, I think you look quite fetching. Don't be so thin-skinned. Haha -- thin-skinned! Oh, that's perfect! You really are quite thick skinned now, aren't you? Oh, I guess you haven't seen yourself yet. No matter. We'll get you a nice full-length mirror for your new bedroom. Come along, now. I'll show you to your room straightaway. You look quite exhausted. We'll let you rest up and recover some of your famous strength."

Ms Kyoto patted her legs like she was calling a dog to heel, but of course Rocketgirl didn't obey. In fact, she finally fell over on her side and was unable to muster the strength to lift herself again.

Ms Kyoto frowned. "Perhaps I overshot just a bit on the weight. We'll find out when we get you on a scale. And just think, this is only the beginning, My Little Lissa. Just the first step on your long road to complete transformation. Goodbye forever, Rocketgirl." She giggled. "Now you just sit tight while I get some of my men to help you to your room." The defeated Rocketgirl heaved labored breaths as she watched her captor leave the room.