Rocketgirl still has her powers

Melissa woke up with a start. She found herself lying on a metal examination table in a small glass chamber. She wasn't bound, so she sat up and pushed herself off the table.

"Hello?" she called. "Is anybody in here?" she was relieved to hear her voice had returned to normal. Maybe she had her powers back. She decided to test them, so she got her bearings by running swiftly around the glass cube. There were no doors, no seams, and the ceiling was thirty feet above her head. No escape.

Fine. She'd stay here and wait for Ms Jensen to return. Now that she had her powers back, Ms Jensen would prove no obstacle to her.

There were small holes near the top of her glass prison, probably to let air in and out. Rocketgirl investigated several four-inch pipes entering each wall, but they snaked off into the darkness. She couldn't tell where they went.

"Good news," Ms Jensen's voice came over a loudspeaker. "You still have your powers. I'm thrilled for you. It's good for me, too. It means my synthetic sperm is ready for mass market. It will enhance women's best traits in their children but not **** them to sacrifice any of themselves."

Rocketgirl scoffed. "Congratulations. Now let me out of here and I may not even have you arrested."

"Not so fast, Rocketgirl," Ms Jensen taunted as her image flickered onto one of the glass walls. "I've got another hold on you: your daughter." She waved to a crib behind her. Rocketgirl realized she'd still never even seen her daughter's face.

Rocketgirl seethed. "I swear to God, if you hurt her..."

Ms Jensen looked taken aback. "Oh! I would never do that. She's my best marketing tool. She's proof of what my product can do!"

Rocketgirl paced the glass cube, fists clenching with rage. "I'm her mother. You'd need my consent before you could put her out in public like that."

Ms Jensen laughed. "It's amusing you think I care about things like laws. What have you seen me do over the last couple of days? Do you think any of that was legal? But you're right. I'm not a monster. I'm a visionary. I value what you and your daughter have to offer, and I want you to work with me. Can I count on your cooperation?"

Rocketgirl saw her opportunity. "Let me out of here and we can discuss it."

"Nice try, Rocketgirl. I don't trust you yet. If I let you out of there, you're fast enough to find me, take your daughter, destroy my work, and throw me in jail before I could move a muscle. No, we need to reach an agreement before I can let you go."

"Do your worst, you witch. I'll never cooperate with you!" Rocketgirl screamed at Ms Jensen's confident image.

"Pity." Ms Jensen leaned forward and pressed four buttons in rapid succession. Rocketgirl jumped as she saw and felt thick green fluid splash onto her from the four metal pipes on each wall.

"Oh!" she yelped in surprise. She ran to the corner to avoid the streams, which got heavier as Ms Jensen turned a dial. "What is this stuff?"

"So glad you asked, Rocketgirl. The substance I'm pouring into your tiny prison is another invention of mine. It's an addictive narcotic that works by skin contact. I'm going to flood your little prison, drench you in it."

"What's it going to do to me?" Rocketgirl screamed. The green mush was already up to her ankles. With great effort, she pulled one foot out and shook the substance off of it.

"A couple of things. First, as you seem to be noticing, is that it's so thick and heavy that it will inhibit the use of your superspeed. I'm glad this particular functionality is working. It means anytime I want to slow you down, I just have to toss some of this at you. And since it's addictive? You may even come to beg me to lather you with it. Mmm..." her eyes closed as she began fingering herself.

"You fiend!" Rocketgirl squealed. "I'll never beg you for anything. And certainly not something so...depraved!"

"So you say, Rocketslut, so you say. But that's not all my marvelous narcotic will do to you."

Unable to move, Rocketgirl shuffled her weight from one leg to the other as the rapidly pouring substance crested her thighs. The first warm drops began to lap at her pussy.

"What else?" she demanded. "WHAT ELSE?"

"It will make you horny and suggestive, susceptible to my every whim."

"Yeah, right," Rocketgirl spat.

"Don't believe me? Why don't you dip your hands in there and rub some of that stuff on your tits?"

"As if," Rocketgirl retorted, her hands skimming the surface of the ooze. "Like you could ever make me cooperate with you -- hooooo!" she exclaimed with surprised delight as she rubbed the green slime over her perfect breasts.

"Hahaha!" Ms Jensen clapped her hands in joy. "Thanks, Rocketgirl. That's the second product of mine you've proven to be successful. You're the best unpaid help a woman could ask for!"

"Why are you -- ooooo... -- do-doing this to me?" Rocketgirl stammered as the green sludge crept up her chest, her body growing hotter.

"I'm going to breed you, Rocketgirl. Repeatedly. You know, for testing!" Ms Jensen giggled. "I want to see what else my synth sperm is capable of. And I want to investigate your superpowers. I already know you can pass them on to your offspring; now I want to know if you can pass them to another living person. Oh, and once I'm through with all that? I want to see if I can isolate the genes for your powers and rob you of them forever."

"Noooo -- mmmblllll." Rocketgirl blubbered her objection into the sludge that climbed over her mouth and nose. She pumped her arms to get her head above water, gasping for breath. As she shook her head in a panic, the green goop clotted her hair.

Ms Jensen's image blinked out but her maniacal laughter echoed in the chamber still. Rocketgirl panted, desperately keeping her head above the rising tide as more ooze gurgled into her glass prison.