Security measures entering her bedchamber (DARK)

It was not lost on Rocketgirl that the six very burly men carrying her struggled under her weight. Her lithe frame belied the substantial weight of the ball bearings recently implanted under her skin. She didn't say a word as she was hauled into a lift, then carried down a series of long corridors. From time to time she mustered the strength to lift her heavy head, and she would glimpse the swaying hips of the happily humming Ms Kyoto who led their procession. Then the ball bearings would get the better of her and her head would sink down again.

Eventually Ms Kyoto entered a room. The men paused with Rocketgirl dangling in their arms just outside the doorway. Rocketgirl could see why: the doorway was lined with a metal detector. Ms Kyoto gave the signal and the men tossed Rocketgirl's body through the metal detector.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Rocketgirl's body collapsed in a heap inside the room as the metal detector chirped loudly. "We're going to have to wand her down, fellas," Ms Kyoto said. "Sounds like she might be carrying." She waved the men through and picked up a wand.

The men picked Rocketgirl up again. She stared dejectedly at the floor.

"Chin up, Rocketgirl," Ms Kyoto ordered as she approached with the wand. Rocketgirl didn't budge. Ms Kyoto nodded, and one of the men lifted Rocketgirl's head so the heroine could watch Ms Kyoto humiliate her.

Ms Kyoto brought the wand to hover over Rocketgirl's left shoulder and moved it down her left arm. The wand squealed. Ms Kyoto frowned. She waved the wand down Rocketgirl's right arm and it squealed again. "Hm, that's strange," she remarked.

Rocketgirl watched Ms Kyoto wave the wand over her own arm. It didn't make a sound. Ms Kyoto shook her head. "Nope, the wand's working all right." She hovered the wand over Rocketgirl's chest and moved it down her front side. It squealed even louder. "We're going to need to do a pat down search. Female. Oh! That'll be me, then."

Ms Kyoto put the wand down and put on two latex gloves, looking Rocketgirl in the eye as she allowed them to snap into place. "Arms out to the sides, please, and spread your legs." The men **** Rocketgirl to comply.

Ms Kyoto put her hands around Melissa's shoulder and, alternately pinching and releasing, moved her hands steadily down Melissa's arm. This enabled Melissa to feel more keenly than she had yet the ball bearings lining the inside of her epidermis. She felt them press and roll against her musculature, could hear them clanking softly into one another as Ms Kyoto gently pushed them around.

"Curious," Ms Kyoto declared, repeating the process with Melissa's other arm. "Very curious," she said as she similarly massaged the ball bearings in Melissa's legs. Ms Kyoto stood up again and walked to within a half inch of Rocketgirl. Staring into her eyes, she said, "I wonder..." Her hands found Melissa's shoulder blades and rubbed in slow, deep, small circles from her shoulders to her spine, then in small branches radiating from her spine down her back.

Ms Kyoto's firm touch and expert motion combined with the ball bearings to give Melissa a surprisingly effective back massage. "Oooooo," the heroine moaned involuntarily as she felt the ball bearings ease her aching muscles. Ms Kyoto brought her hands around front and began kneading Melissa's ball bearing-lined breasts. She pinched the nipples, quickly bringing them to attention and rubbing the ball bearings within them to constantly stimulate the heroine.

Rocketgirl was getting excited despite herself. "Nnnnnnggggggg, uuuuuuuhhh, sss.... stop, stop it!" she cried between increasingly yearning moans.

"Oh, I don't think you mean that," Ms Kyoto said. She pressed her forehead against Rocketgirl's and slowly shook her head back and forth. They could both feel the ball bearings in Melissa's head roll from side to side as she did. Ms Kyoto touched her nose to the tip of Melissa's. "Do you, Melissa?" Ms Kyoto whispered, her breath tickling Melissa's lips. Ms Kyoto's lips hovered a hair away from Melissa's as she continued to massage Rocketgirl's tits.

Rocketgirl gasped. Ms Kyoto touched her lips to Rocketgirl's and plunged her tongue into the heroine's mouth. "Mmmmmmmm," Ms Kyoto moaned, and Melissa felt her head buzz as the ball bearings carried the vibrations of her humming.

Ms Kyoto licked slowly all around the inside of Melissa's mouth, feeling the normal things like her tongue and teeth, but also the altered things, like the like the layer of ball bearings she could feel through the heroine's cheeks.

The ball bearings added an unexpected level of eroticism for Rocketgirl, as well. The sensation of Ms Kyoto playing with the insides of her cheeks was a new experience. But even more erotic was the added sensitivity of her lips. Almost involuntarily, she found herself returning Ms Kyoto's kiss, pressing her ball bearing-lined lips into her captor's lips, rolling them gently around, feeling every contour of her own lips and Ms Kyoto's in a way she never could have before.

Satisfied, Ms Kyoto broke the kiss. "Well," she said, stepping back and removing each latex glove with a sharp SNAP, "she's harmless. I guess we just found us a woman lined with metal!"

"You..." Rocketgirl began, regaining her composure. "You did this to me. You made me this way! Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

"I thought I already explained this downstairs," Ms Kyoto responded. "Hm, perhaps it bears repeating. Though I will have to investigate whether your brain is somehow unexpectedly being poisoned by the ball bearings. Now read my lips because frankly, I'm getting tired of repeating myself. The ball bearings nullify your superpowers. It's as simple as that. Though as you and I just discovered, there may be some other residual benefits."

"You monster!" Rocketgirl shouted. "You'll never get away with this."

"Yes, yes, you can tell me all about it after you've had your rest. Boys!" She motioned to the bed.

Relieved to be rid of their burden, the men threw Rocketgirl onto the waiting bed. It instantly collapsed under her weight.

"Well that wasn't very hospitable, gentlemen," Ms Kyoto chided. "No matter. I'm sorry, Melissa, but this splintered bed will have to do for now. We'll replace it tomorrow. Now just in case you get your strength back overnight, don't go getting any wild ideas about escaping. Thanks to this metal detector, I'll know if you try to leave your chamber. Hell, my ball bearings are so effective, I don't even need to bind you or lock the door. So I'll just leave you to it! Boys?"

The men filed out the door, Ms Kyoto following them. She paused in the doorway and blew Rocketgirl a kiss. "Goodnight, my love. Rest well. You're gonna need it." She turned out the light and walked away down the hall. Rocketgirl could hear her receding footsteps through the open door that would not let her out.

And for the first time, she allowed herself to cry.