Show her her new brain

Ms Kyoto pulled her dildo out of the suddenly limp heroine with a loud, wet SLURP! Then she wriggled the other end in and out of her own pussy with a few sharp grunts: "UNH! UNH! UNH!" before yanking it roughly out of herself as she finished her last orgasm, her juices spraying Rocketgirl's loins. She collected her hair in one hand and pushed it back behind her head, then stared down at her prey. Panting, she grinned and snickered. Cupping her hand behind Rocketgirl's head, she pulled herself down to meet the heroine's unprotesting lips in a long, rough kiss.

Dropping Rocketgirl's head, Ms Kyoto wrung out both women's juices from the dildo onto the heroine's chest before throwing the dildo across the room and roughly rubbing the juices into Rocketgirl's breasts, squeezing the mammaries and pinching the nipples.

No protests escaped Rocketgirl's lips, only a long line of drool. The mindless heroine stared ahead, glassy-eyed and unblinking. From her ears emerged an army of earworms, their job now done, the great Rocketgirl reduced to an empty-headed shell of a beautiful woman.

"Oh, Rocketgirl," sighed Ms Kyoto, caressing Melissa's cheek. She slapped it twice. "You were fantastic. In more ways than one. And now, you're nothing. What ever are we to do with you?"

Rocketgirl only lay there staring.

"No ideas? Fresh out? Well, don't you worry your pretty little head. I've got just the thing. Now, if you'll excuse me for a minute..." She stood up and started to walk away, then stopped and turned to face Melissa. "Will you be all right here without me for a moment? Don't go getting any big ideas. Don't you go off and leave me, now."

Melissa only lay there, drooling, unblinking, totally motionless, her limbs splayed at uncomfortable angles where the wild session of sex with Ms Kyoto left them as the last of her brains were devoured.

"Right, just like that. Perfect. You're not going anywhere. Ta-ta for now; be back in a jiffy."

If Melissa heard or understood her captor, she gave no outward sign of comprehension. She felt nothing, thought nothing. After days of torment, Ms Kyoto had robbed Melissa of everything in less than an hour. Unable to move, the former Rocketgirl didn't even want to move. The residual Pink Lady in her system ensured she still felt some low level lust, but there was absolutely no brain activity to support any kind of follow-through. The universe of thought Rocketgirl was capable of had reduced exponentially. Gone was her personality, her intelligence, her curiosity. All she knew was that she had once been Rocketgirl, and she could recall everything Ms Kyoto had subjected her to over the last few days. Though her incredible loss saddened her, she had no desire for ****, no aspiration to regain what she had lost. She merely had an aching pussy, tingling lips and breasts, and a completely empty head.

When Ms Kyoto returned, it would have been impossible for the ex-heroine to estimate how long she'd been alone on the bed. Ms Kyoto approached the bed with her hands behind her back.

"Still with me, dear?"

No response.

"You've no idea how much I love seeing you like this. Powerless, brainless, utterly useless. Completely at my mercy. I have big plans for you. But I want to draw them out as long as possible, so I can continue to enjoy observing the empty-headed wreck you've become. That's why I'm only going to feed you your new brain very slowly. Want to see it?"

Ms Kyoto produced a gelatinous blob from behind her back. It had the look and shape of a human brain. But it was entirely blue. And dripping wet, thick, gooey blobs of blue gradually seeping from Ms Kyoto's fingers.

"I made it blue because I know from reading that map of your mind -- well, the mind you used to have -- that blue is your least favorite color. I thought it would be hilarious to make you parade around for the rest of your life with your every thought dominated by something you used to hate."

Ms Kyoto lifted the blue brain to her lips and kissed it. "I thought about doing something fun like performing a surgical brain transplant with no anesthetic, so once your new brain was installed, you'd instantly become aware of everything and maybe even die from the experience. But then I thought no, better to keep your luscious body perfectly intact, torturing you gradually with your fate as awareness gradually returned to you. So..."

She rotated the brain in front of Rocketgirl's eyes -- seeing, taking in all the information, just waiting to process it when her brain got rebuilt. Ms Kyoto traced one snaky blue length, then another. "I've divided your new brain into 365 equal lengths. Each day, I'll feed you one. Gradually, over the course of a year, we'll rebuild your personality and brain functions. When it's all over, you'll have a much lower IQ than you had before. You'll never get your superpowers back. And of course, you'll be a brand new you. Don't remember who you used to be, right? Not to worry. I've got a fresh, new personality for you right here. You just won't be getting it for a while yet.

"Now, how will I be feeding you this fabulous blue brain?" Ms Kyoto smiled. "You'll see." She blew Rocketgirl a kiss and left the room.