Complete mind map

"I know just what to do," Ms Kyoto said. She typed furiously for several minutes while Melissa squirmed uncomfortably in her restraints. The Mind Sifter had settled into a low hum; mildly annoying, but not as painful as before. Ms Kyoto must have powered it down while she was working. Melissa dreaded the moment Ms Kyoto finished typing.

Just then, Ms Kyoto brought one hand to her lap. Her eyes made contact with Melissa as she slowly peeled her skirt up, fingers poised before her pussy. Waiting. Anticipating.

The fingers of Ms Kyoto's other hand quivered above her keyboard. "When I hit this key, the Mind Sifter will begin creating a complete map of your mind. The entire process should take about thirty minutes. During that time, I suspect you will experience pain more intense than anything you could possibly imagine. For that, I apologize. It simply can't be avoided. The process is so intense that you will very likely lose all sense of any external stimulus beyond what the Mind Sifter inflicts on you. In fact, it's entirely possible that by allowing my machine to collect this much data from every crevice of your brain, you will become catatonic. Schizophrenic. Imbecilic. Delusional. Psychotic. Brain dead. I really don't know; I've never tried it before. But I simply must find out. And to be honest," she smiled, her fingers beginning to trace the folds of her labia, "I think I'll enjoy watching you suffer."

Melissa swallowed hard and shook her head frantically. "No, Ms Kyoto. Please. Please don't do this to me! I've got my whole life ahead of me. I'm your pupil. You've always been such an inspiration to me. I...I always hoped you and I could grow closer."

"Really?" Ms Kyoto replied. "That's something I could work with. I hope you survive the next half hour." Her hand fell to the keyboard.

Melissa heard the key "click" and everything changed. Her temples throbbed and she felt an intense pressure on her forehead, then a sudden sharp lance from the tiara. "EEEEEEYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" she screamed. Her breasts heaved up and down as she panted. Her wrists quivered in their bonds, her knees wobbling against one another. Her neck spasmed, her eyes twitched, and for a moment, she tasted blood.

Ms Kyoto felt a hot flash watching her student, the meddlesome superheroine Rocketgirl, suffering at her hand. She wasted no time going to town on herself, fingers plunging in and out of her pussy, working her juices to a lather with one hand as she groped herself with the other.

Melissa caught an occasional glimpse of her teacher fondling herself between long flashes of white light. She couldn't process the images; she couldn't think or feel anything at all except the lance from the tiara. It felt like a dagger scrambling her brains, digging and tearing her apart from the inside.

Ms Kyoto came seven times before Melissa slumped in her chair, her nose bleeding, eyes crossed, drool hanging from her lips. Sweat drenched her clothes, which sat askew on her body. Ms Kyoto suspected Melissa had soiled herself.

The computer screen flashed a green box: MAPPING COMPLETE. Ms Kyoto skimmed the file readout, saved a copy, backed it up, and printed a 2,000-page copy to the high-speed printer in her office. So rapt was she by her findings that she didn't even think of her pupil again until Melissa blinked, sat up straight, and moaned, licking her lips.

"Mmmnn, where...what happened?" Melissa said.

Ms Kyoto was stunned. "You're alive!" Then her lips curled into an evil grin. "Wonderful, my pet. Thanks for all these notes, by the way," she said, gesturing with the ream of paper in her hands. "Fascinating read, your mind is. And you weren't kidding about admiring me. I'm flattered by some of your fantasies. Let's see if maybe we can make some of them a reality, what do you say?"

Melissa shook her head slowly at first, then rapidly as her eyes widened. "No. N-no!"

Ms Kyoto retrieved a bottle of chloroform from a cabinet and soaked a cloth. Pressing it to Melissa's face, she said, "Sorry, Rockettits, but you have **** in the matter."

Melissa's eyes rolled, her lids fluttered, and she was out.