Fucks her to zero (DARK)

"No...no, please don't!" wept Rocketgirl, struggling valiantly against her bonds.

"Oh darling, you're only making it worse for yourself," chided Ms Kyoto. "All this begging and crying and writhing around. You're making yourself positively irresistible! I will have my way with you. But first I'm going to make sure you're ready for me."

Ms Kyoto pulled out a glass pepper shaker filled with a pink powder. She sprinkled some over Rocketgirl's right tit, then her left. Melissa felt a delicate tingling sensation and she began heaving her breaths. "What is that stuff?" she panted, blinking hard as her eyes dilated. "What's happening to me?"

"I call this concoction Pink Lady," Ms Kyoto explained. She leaned down and Melissa felt warm air as Ms Kyoto blew on her tits. The Pink Lady quickly dissolved into her skin, leaving no trace. Melissa's eyes widened and her breathing grew faster still.

"This is the most potent aphrodisiac on the planet." Ms Kyoto moved, sprinkling the length of Rocketgirl's right leg, then her left. She leaned down and blew in long, slow lines, dissolving the Pink Lady into the heroine's famous legs. "I'm dosing you with enough of it to create a feedback loop with the earworms in your head. The earworms will continue to eat your brain, and as they do, you'll orgasm. But now..." She sprinkled more Pink Lady on Rocketgirl's right arm, leaned down, and dissolved it with her breath. "...thanks to the Pink Lady..." She sprinkled Rocketgirl's right arm and blew it into place. "the earworms will feel your orgasm and it will prompt them to bite again."

She peppered the heroine's belly and breasts and blew in concentric circles until it all dissolved. Melissa was panting now, practically wheezing, her hands clenching and unclenching, her legs twisting as she pointed her toes.

"So soon you'll be in an endless cycle of orgasms, one after another after another. And with every orgasm, another piece of your brain vanishes forever. You'll be mindless within the hour." She began sprinkling Melissa's face with Pink Lady.

"No," Rocketgirl whispered, her head shaking slowly back and forth. "I can't take this anymore. I can't keep doing this. I can't!"

"You can and you will," Ms Kyoto countered, then blew the Pink Lady into Melissa's right cheek. "What you can't keep doing is being a superheroine, or even being Melissa for that matter." She blew the Pink Lady into Melissa's left cheek. "I'll make sure of it." She plunged her tongue into Melissa's mouth, twisting her lips over the heroine's in a possessive, commanding kiss.

Rocketgirl's eyelids were flittering a mile a minute when Ms Kyoto broke the kiss. "Right on the precipice, I see," Ms Kyoto observed. "I don't want to miss my opportunity."

She unscrewed the cap from the Pink Lady and poured the remaining contents into her hand. She grabbed a double-headed dildo and rubbed the Pink Lady all over the ridged rubber sex toy. "You look like you're enjoying yourself, and about to be sent to permanent bliss. Now let's both have some fun."

Rocketgirl's mouth opened and closed in silent protest. Her head swam, the throbbing pain mixing with the powerful narcotic to put her in a haze. From her lusty prison, she watched uncomprehending as Ms Kyoto thrust a dildo in her own snatch. An instant later, the grinning villainess on top of her, Melissa felt something rubbery press her labia apart, then grunted as her vagina was invaded by the tool.

The introduction of such a large quantity of Pink Lady directly into her body without having to first dissolve through her skin brought Rocketgirl out of her reverie just long enough to scream, "Ohhhhh GOOOOOOOD!" before the earworms chomped again, inducing her first orgasm since she'd first ingested Pink Lady.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she wailed -- not from pain but from unbridled ecstasy like she'd never experienced before. Her muscles all contracting at once, she quaked so rapidly that her body became a blur. An earworm-induced orgasm bled immediately into a Pink Lady-induced orgasm, which hastened the next orgasm from the earworms. On and on the cycle went, orgasm on the heels of orgasm as Melissa continued to shake with superhuman speed -- almost as though she were Rocketgirl again, running a blue streak.

For her part, Ms Kyoto was overwhelmed by the Pink Lady, a **** she'd masterminded but never sampled. The warmth spreading rapidly through her body from deep in her vagina was just the tip of the iceberg. Her sexy captive's incessant quaking meant the dildo slapped and squirmed within her, creating physical sensations inside her like nothing she'd ever felt before, like nothing she would likely ever feel again. She came twice before remembering to run her tests.

Struggling against Rocketgirl's powerful, quaking body, she shoved a truth serum pill into Melissa's gaping mouth, clamped her lips shut and rubbed her throat roughly until the former heroine swallowed. Ms Kyoto was relieved to be able to release her captive's head, unsure how she'd been able to hold it still for so long.

When testing the truth pill, Ms Kyoto found it took effect after 10 seconds. No doubt Melissa's blood was pumping much faster than any of her lab rats, but at least for a few more minutes, it was important not to underestimate her superpowers. Despite the irreparable damage Ms Kyoto had inflicted over the last few days, Rocketgirl's body was almost certainly protecting her more than an ordinary human's immune system. So as excited as she was to get her answers, Ms Kyoto resolved to wait the full ten seconds before trying anything.

She came again. She laughed, wondering how many times Rocketgirl had cum.

Ten seconds were up. "Rocketgirl, what's two plus two?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA four AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," Melissa replied between screams.

"How do you spell your name?"

"M-E-L-I-S-S-A. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"How many hours are in a day?"

"AAAAAAAAA umm...uh, velvet?" Rocketgirl stammered.

Ms Kyoto began to crack a smile, but she couldn't get her hopes up. Not yet. "How do you spell your name?"

"AAAAAAAAA. What...what...what's my name? Oh God, what's my NAME??"

"HA!" Ms Kyoto let out sharply. "Oh, I just knew it would work!" She frowned, pouted, and crossed her eyes, picking her lip with a finger in mimicking pantomime. "Duuuuuuuh, you're so dumb, you don't even know your own name!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Rocketgirl wailed in continuous orgasm. She wasn't oblivious to her plight but was unable to focus on anything but the pleasure.

Rocketgirl gasped in mild disappointment as she felt the dildo leave her body. Ms Kyoto had stood up to undo her captive's bondage. "Looks like we won't be needing these anymore," she taunted, climbing back up on the bed. "Your motor skills are the next to go, right behind math and basic personal facts."

Rocketgirl's quaking now spread to her limbs, which flailed wildly about. Ms Kyoto grabbed her by the wrists and held them easily, the superheroine's strength all but gone. "Go on, Rocketgirl, fight me back. Show me you still have control over your own body."

Rocketgirl winced as she focused on moving to slap Ms Kyoto across the face. She only succeeded in waving her hand, thrashing the bed once, and punching herself in the eye.

"Hahahahaha!" Ms Kyoto chuckled with glee. She broke into another pantomime. "Duuuuuh, I'm Rocketgirl. I scare all the bad guys by punching myself in the face while I cum. Duuuuuuuuh."

Still screaming and quaking, Rocketgirl now found herself sobbing. What was going to become of her?

"AAAAAAAAAAAA HhhhuuuuuuOOOOOOOOOH!" she wailed as Ms Kyoto thrust the double-headed dildo into her again. Inspired by the apparent rapid decline of Rocketgirl's mind, Ms Kyoto took it upon herself to become an active participant in the last sexual experience of the great Rocketgirl before the heroine vanished for good.

Ms Kyoto rolled her hips around, grinding her loins against the heroine's and causing the dildo's gyrations she could feel to reverberate in Rocketgirl's body too. She grabbed Rocketgirl's limp shoulders, pulling her to sit up. She kissed the heroine, temporarily silencing her, converting her screams into muffled moans of pleasure.

The two women came together, writhing against one another hotly as Rocketgirl's quaking began to slow. Her moans grew softer, then stopped altogether as her body took on new weight in Ms Kyoto's arms.

Ms Kyoto broke the kiss and stared into the heroine's glassy eyes, first one, then the other. The heroine's suddenly silent mouth hung open. Gradually, then rapidly, her head fell backwards; her brain was simply no longer sending a signal to hold it up.

Ms Kyoto laid the limp heroine down on the bed, surprised at how much less stimulating the dildo was when the orgasming heroine wasn't making it quiver.