Fucking porcelain

Melissa's life was now divided in two: before and after.

Before, she was a young woman with a bright future. A smart college sophomore, a gifted athlete, a kind girl who moonlighted as the intrepid Rocketgirl. As a superheroine, she ran faster and farther than anyone could conceive, and she'd put dozens of criminals away. All while humbly maintaining her secret identity. She was free and daring, and knew no limits.

She'd been a virgin too. And after?

After her mind and body had been thoroughly violated, mined by the villainous Ms Kyoto for nefarious purposes, things were very different for Melissa. Melissa was none of the things she had been before. The clone had taken her place; the clone now posed as the college co-ed with unlimited potential. For all Melissa knew, the clone had destroyed her reputation, retired Rocketgirl, become a whore and a **** addict. There was no way of knowing. And if Melissa ever got out of here alive, who knew what untold damage she'd have to repair?

But none of that was her immediate concern. Now she was faced with her own "after." Now she was completely immobile, a porcelain doll, the literal shell of her former self. No longer blessed with superhuman speed, she was instead permanently confined, unable to move a limb, unable to twitch or blink or even breathe. Her mouth hung open, her pussy gaping to the world, her fingers wrapped as though around invisible batons.

She could no longer be called a superheroine.

Could she still be called a virgin? She didn't know. Day after day, hour after hour, men would ram their penises through every available orifice: her fingers, her ass, her pussy, her lips. She'd been surprised at first that she could feel their hot shafts teasing her, and was more surprised when, feeling them grow and stiffen, she felt herself get turned on. When the first one unloaded in her, she felt the tingle of his semen shoot throughout her hollow porcelain body. It tickled and she felt her own pleasure wind with it as it shot up through what would once have been her uterus, past what had been her lungs and settled stickily behind her shoulders.

From then on their orgasms brought two types of pleasure to the former heroine. First, if she was lucky, they'd fuck her long and hard enough that, despite being a porcelain object, she'd orgasm too. And second, even if she didn't cum, the routes their jism took through her body sent waves of pleasure to new, unexpected places. She'd feel a tingle travel down her leg, into her fingers, behind her eyes.

And Ms Kyoto had men visiting her around the clock. The sleepless, tireless former Rocketgirl grew more than accustomed to the invasive visits, eagerly anticipating her next possible orgasm -- the only real sensation she had of anything outside her porcelain prison anymore. At first, Melissa tried memorizing the faces and scents of her many visitors, certain that one day she'd return to her former glory as Rocketgirl and send all these rapists -- not to mention Ms Kyoto's accomplices -- to prison.

But after a couple of days, she was resigned to her fate. After a few weeks, her body was overfilling with semen. The tingling sensations now swam in a tangled, squishy mess throughout her body, constantly turning her on. As new rapists thrust their hard, hot cocks into her, they'd feel the soupy mess of the other hundreds of rapists' sperm envelop their cocks, creating the illusion they were fucking a woman who still had a fully functioning pussy, suctioning against them and hastening their orgasms. And Melissa felt their semen add to her own orgasmic sensation, packing and tightening the pleasures that rode through her and bubbling just a little out of her pussy and her mouth in slow trickles of semen.

Each new visitor thus saw a Rocketgirl whose pussy glistened with cum, whose lips oozed semen. She perfectly resembled the whore Ms Kyoto intended her to be.