Steals Rocketgirl's eggs

"And I know the perfect way to find out," Ms Jensen said, turning from the prone, bound heroine. Though she strained her neck, Rocketgirl could not see what Ms Jensen was doing as she heard the unclasping of metal latches. Momentarily Ms Jensen returned carrying a large weapon on both hands. It looked like a massive, cartoonish water gun with a suction cup at its tip, a long shaft and a globe like a gumball machine resting atop the back. Only there were no gumballs inside. There wasn't even water.

Rocketgirl burst out laughing. "Are you kidding me with that thing? What is that, your daughter's birthday present? C'mon, Ms Jensen. We're not kids. Time to stop playing around and let me out of these cuffs."

"Oh, that's cute, Melissa," Ms Jensen said. "But I'm not joking. This big girl's come out to play." She cocked the weapon. "Wait 'til I show you what this baby can do." She withdrew again, returning to wheel a cart that carried a large metal wedge. She stopped the cart at the foot of Melissa's bed, locking its wheels in place. Then she hauled the gunlike device atop the metal wedge, the barrel of the gun pointed between Melissa's legs at her bare, **** pussy.

This was beginning to make Rocketgirl uneasy. She squirmed in her bonds, unable to break them. "What are you trying to do? Get that thing away from me."

"Now, now," Ms Jensen chided. "Give me a moment to get everything set up. Then it will become quite clear." She turned a crank on the side of the gun and the suction cup extended forward, its arm pushing slowly out from the barrel of the gun. Momentarily it reached Melissa's pussy, and the heroine felt the cool plastic press gently against her shaved skin until it connected to her, her pussy now suctioned to the tip of the gun.

Pull as she might, Rocketgirl could not disconnect herself from the gun, nor could she escape her bondage. As Ms Jensen turned a smaller crank, a thin tube emerged within the suction cup and gradually breached Melissa's labia. She winced and sighed. "You have GOT to stop putting things inside me without asking first. Gosh, at least buy a girl a drink."

"Keep those jokes coming, Rocketgirl. We'll see who's laughing in a minute." Ms Jensen looked through a scope atop the gun as she made some adjustments. Rocketgirl felt the tube continue to expand inside her and then...split open at the end? It felt like the apparatus was moving slowly toward two separate points in her uterus. As Ms Jensen adjusted a dial on one side, then the other, Melissa felt part of the tube move, then the other. What could she be doing? Melissa wondered.

Finally Ms Jensen straightened up, grinning. "All right. Ready to see what all this fuss is about?" She put a finger on the trigger and wiggled her eyebrows at Melissa.

"Not really. I'd rather you just get the fuck out of here and YEOOWWWWWWWWWW!" When Ms Jensen pulled the trigger, Melissa heard a soft "click" and felt her insides torn out. She broke out in a cold sweat and panted. She glanced down her body in expectant horror -- but found nothing out of the ordinary. No blood, no anything out of the ordinary. Even the pain, sharp as it was, had passed in an instant. Rocketgirl knit her eyebrows in confusion. "What the hell just happened?"

"I've just sucked out two of your eggs," Ms Jensen replied. "The tube I've inserted into your pussy splits into two inside your womb. One tube runs into each of your ovaries. As you know, your ovaries are where you store your eggs until they drop into your uterus to be fertilized. A woman your age still has...oh, I don't know, a half a million eggs. And this little beauty," she said, stroking the shaft of the gun, "has enough suction to suck out each and every one of your eggs. My synth sperm doesn't work on you? I can't impregnate you? Fine. But I can study your eggs in the lab and find a way to crack them. I will make little test tube baby Rocketgirls. And you, my poor little dear, will never have real children of your own."

"WHAT?" Rocketgirl shrieked. "Are you mad? That's preposterous. Suck out my eggs? Who ever heard of such a thing?"

"Don't believe me? Let's do a test run. I'll suck out a few hundred, enough to collect in the bottom of this glass globe, and let you see what I can do to you."

Dreading the pain she knew the gun could cause, Rocketgirl protested. "No, that's really not necessary. I -- NYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" The gun clicked in rapid succession as Ms Jensen held the trigger back.

click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click...

With each click, Rocketgirl felt another sharp tug within her pussy. Ms Jensen could see the barrel of the gun twitching slightly backward and forward with each click, After a few minutes, Ms Jensen released the trigger and Rocketgirl collapsed back on the bed with a loudly heaved breath.

"Now do you believe me?" Ms Jensen asked simply. She gestured to the glass globe, which now held a small but visible collection of tiny, soft, shiny, translucent pearls.

Rocketgirl's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are those...did you...it's not possible. My eggs!"

"Yes," Ms Jensen smiled, "Already a lifetime's supply collected. And now I'm going to take the rest. Hold still."

"No, wait -- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Rocketgirl's scream continued for hours as the tireless machine gun pulled her eggs out two by two. Ms Jensen had tied the trigger back with her scrunchie so she could leave the screaming, imperiled heroine to her turmoil. Rocketgirl squirmed helplessly, watching as her beautiful eggs gradually piled up within the glass globe between her legs.

When the globe was just over half full, the sweat-drenched Rocketgirl passed out from her unendurable agony. At this point Ms Jensen returned to the room. She ran her fingers delicately over the globe, smiling at her success. She watched Rocketgirl's hips pump softly up and down with each tug from the gun as more eggs departed her abused body forever. She strode behind Rocketgirl's head and pulled the heroine's matted hair from her face, petting it back and combing it down slowly. Then she leaned down and slowly, deliberately kissed the heroine's lips upside down. "That's my girl," she cooed. "That's my girl."