Milked, drained, and mined perpetually

"Now, Melissa, I'm sure you're wondering what I have planned for you," Ms Kyoto said, swiveling on her hips to face the superheroine.

"Not really," Rocketgirl said, finally finding the strength to rise to her feet. "Because I'm about to take you down." She ran straight for Ms Kyoto, knocking her to the floor. She put her arms around the villainess and rose to her feet again, running at full speed for the exit. But as she crossed the threshold, she felt a powerful electric jolt hold her in place in the doorway. She dropped Ms Kyoto, who smugly smirked as she stood, crossing her arms below her breasts in her tank top and shorts, flanked by her muscular henchmen who stood waiting for the inevitable.

They watched Melissa gasp and spasm in the doorway, held in a stasis field of electric blue. "I'm afraid I expected you to try something like that. This doorway is armored with a shockwave tuned to your bioelectric signature. The only way you're leaving that room is with the help of my men." She nodded to her henchmen, who grabbed Melissa's spasming arms and legs and pulled her into the hallway.

Melissa continued to jerk and spasm as they carried her limp form down the hallway into a small, empty room lined completely floor to ceiling in a thick pink spongy material. They dropped her to the ground in the center of the room, where her body bounced once, twice before coming to rest on the soft pink sponge.

Each henchman went to a corner of the room, pulling a bungee tethered, pink fur-lined cuff from the wall. They stretched them taut and clasped them around Melissa's wrists and ankles so the heroine, her spasms gradually dying down, was now strapped spread-eagle in the middle of the pink spongy floor.

"Thanks, boys," Ms Kyoto said entering the room carrying a Rocketgirl-branded duffel bag. "I'll take it from here." The men filed out and Ms Kyoto placed the bag down on the floor. She lay beside her captive, draping a leg over Rocketgirl's, stroking her hair, and nuzzling into the heroine's neck affectionately.

As the tremors subsided, Rocketgirl found her voice. "W-w-w-w-what d-do you w-w-want f-f-from m-m-m-mee? G-g-g-g-get OFFFF of meee!"

"Not much chance of that, sweet cheeks," Ms Kyoto said, kissing Rocketgirl's cheek. Her face pressed to the heroine's cheek, she beamed. "I'm so glad you're here, Rocketgirl. I think you and I can really help each other out. See, you've got all this incredible potential that you're not using. I can help you realize your full potential. And in return, you can make me a fortune."

The room had finally stopped quaking for Rocketgirl, though her head still ached from the several minutes of electric shock. "I lived up to my potential out there, in the real world. You have no interest in my potential, only in robbing me of what's rightfully mine. Release me and call back your evil clone, and then I'll live up to my potential. If you don't, I'll find a way out of here and you'll be sorry."

Ms Kyoto giggled. "Oh, Rocketgirl, you're so silly! Trust me when I tell you you haven't even begun to tap into your potential. Superspeed and fighting crime? My dear, you were only scratching the surface of what you're capable of. I discovered the full range of your potential when I was building M2. You see, reading every crevice of your brain -- even the subconscious functions you're totally unaware of -- and unspooling your DNA as I placed it into your clone revealed to me so many nuances of what really goes on in that body of yours. Take your incredible stamina. Did you ever wonder where it comes from, or why you seem to have more energy the longer you're physically active? When you're fighting your enemies, have you ever noticed that you can outlast them by hours? It's because of your sweat. You see, when most people sweat, they become dehydrated and lose energy. But your sweat," she licked Rocketgirl's neck and face, "mmmmm, delicious. Your sweat replenishes your energy. It contains nutrients and electrolytes that you reabsorb that help power you through to the end of your workout, or your combat. And that's why we're here in this room," she said, gesturing to the spongy pink walls, floor, and ceiling.

Rocketgirl swallowed hard, unsure of herself. "What do you mean? What is this place?"

"It's a sauna, of course!" Ms Kyoto exclaimed. "We're going to sweat you out. When I leave, I'll turn up the temperature in here and these sponges will collect your sweat. Now, these are obviously really big sponges, and they're very absorbent. So I can leave you alone in here for a very, very long time and collect a LOT of your sweat. But eventually I'll need to drain the sponges so we can reload. Once I've drained the sponges, you can come back inside and we'll drain you all over again. Sound good?"

"Not in the slightest," retorted Rocketgirl. "What do you want with my sweat? And what do you expect me to do while you're draining the room? Stand idly by and let you get away with this?"

"Stand, HA!" Ms Kyoto chuckled as an aside. "Ahem. Excuse me, mustn't get ahead of myself. I don't want you to worry your pretty little head about what's going to happen while we're draining the sauna. For now, suffice it to say, I don't expect you to like it. As for your sweat, isn't it obvious? With a powerful energy source like that at my disposal, why, I intend to make a profit! I'll bottle and sell your sweat as an energy drink, and hon, it will SELL. Especially when I get M2 to promote it as Rocketgirl. But your sweat isn't all that I want from you..."

Ms Kyoto's fingertips teasingly traced Rocketgirl's nipples, first one, then the other. The heroine squirmed but due to her tight bindings, couldn't effectively wriggle away from Ms Kyoto's touch. She began moaning weakly as her nipples hardened. Ms Kyoto sat up, straddling Rocketgirl's waist as she began palming both Rocketgirl's tits, gently massaging them, eliciting more moans from her captive.

"Please...please stop. Ohhhh, mmmmm..."

"You have such gorgeous tits, Rocketgirl," Ms Kyoto declared. "But they have..." she tapped each hardened nipple with her fingers, "untapped potential. Now I know you've never produced milk before. After all, you're not a mother. But do you know what I discovered about your breasts? Whenever you do produce milk, that milk will contain more than normal human milk. It will contain portions of your genetic code. Oh, I don't think it contains your superpowers -- but believe me, I intend to find out. But from what I can tell, whoever drinks your milk will benefit from an increased IQ. And it's limitless. The more of your milk a person drinks, the smarter they'll become. If you ever breast fed your children, they sure would be geniuses! But even if you never have children, if I can get you to produce massive quantities of milk, I can sell it on the open market and its IQ-boosting properties will make me a fortune!"

Rocketgirl started. "You plan to MILK me?!? How do you plan to do that? I'm not even pregnant!"

"Well," Ms Kyoto drawled, "let's not take impregnating you off the table. But you're right, I don't want to start there. Before I leave, I'm going to set you up with a feeding tube that will give you all the nutrients you'll need during my absence. Mixed in with those nutrients will be chemicals and hormones that should trigger the biochemical processes your body would experience during pregnancy -- including stimulating your milk ducts into producing milk. And since you'll be on a steady supply of the feeding mixture, your body will continue to produce milk for as long as I want. Isn't that wonderful?"

Rocketgirl sighed. Ms Kyoto seemed to have an answer for everything! She almost hated to ask, but couldn't stop herself. "OK, so your stupid concoction can make me produce milk. But how will you collect it?"

"I'm so glad you asked," Ms Kyoto replied. She reached into the duffel bag and removed a clear plastic-and-silicone bra. On one side were two padded suction cups, which Ms Kyoto pointed out. "These are perfectly moulded to your body, thanks to the perfect blueprint you gave me in the ether over the last few days." She pointed to the other wide of the bra, which resembled a two-inch thick version of the stylized "W" from Wonder Woman's bustier. "As the suction cups squeeze out your milk, this little tank will collect it before..." Ms Kyoto stuck a finger in the middle of the "W" and wiggled it around to show Rocketgirl the large hole in the front. She pointed to the ceiling. "...a hose will suck it out of your bra and out of the sauna, into my refrigerated storage tank."

Rocketgirl squirmed as Ms Kyoto leaned down, pressing the suction cups firmly to affix the bra to Rocketgirl's taut, stimulated breasts. "You cannot be serious."

"Oh but I am. Did you notice the storage tank is shaped like Wonder Woman's bustier? That's because this is modeled on the unit my friend Cheetah used on Wondie last year. It's too bad she couldn't hold on to her prisoner. But you, my dear, will never escape from me."

Rocketgirl remembered the brief, horrifying period last year when a small quantity of "Wonder Milk" had been sold by street gangs. Wonder Woman had denied any affiliation with the product, but Rocketgirl remembered being surprised at the vehemence with which Wonder Woman had gone after the gangs. Come to think of it, she had been mysteriously absent from fighting crime for a few weeks before that incident. Could it be true?

Now that she'd finished affixing the bra to Rocketgirl's chest, Ms Kyoto studied her prey's face. "You look worried, my pet. Like your predicament is beginning to sink in. Just you wait. I haven't even gotten to the best part yet."

Rocketgirl only glared at her. The longer she didn't say anything, she figured, the longer it would take for Ms Kyoto to continue her train of thought. She could buy herself some time, postpone whatever tortures Ms Kyoto had devised, and maybe plan her escape.

But Ms Kyoto didn't seem to be in much of a hurry, either. She petted her captive's face, then began slowly straightening Rocketgirl's hair out into great straight lengths radiating out from her head like a sunburst. This took several minutes, and when she was done, she traced Rocketgirl's face and drew her finger down slowly from Rocketgirl's forehead, down her nose, lips, neck, chest, and navel to her delicate pussy.

Her resolve unfailing, Rocketgirl nevertheless found this a step too far. "Don't touch me there," she said simply.

"Oh, but I can touch you anywhere else?" Ms Kyoto retorted. "Too bad you don't get to decide," she said, gently pushing a finger between Rocketgirl's labia.

"Fffffffft!" Rocketgirl breathed through clenched teeth, pulling up and away from Ms Kyoto's touch as best she could -- to no avail. Ms Kyoto's finger remained inside her, and the villainess pressed forward so the length of her finger was now inside the heroine. Slowly she pulled its length back out, admiring the way it glistened with the heroine's juices. Then back in her finger went, and out again. In and out, in and out, slowly at first but gradually picking up speed.

The heroine squirmed and she began vocalizing more eagerly as her body responded to the stimulation. "Nnnnmmmm...mmmmmm....uuunnnnnn, ooooooooooohhhhhhhh!"

Encouraged by her success in turning Rocketgirl on, Ms Kyoto now breached her pussy with two fingers. She pulled out and pushed in again, but instead of continuing to pump, she now bent her fingers, wagging back and forth, churning the increasingly wet heroine's juices into a froth.

The heroine's eyes clenched shut and her mouth opened wide. "OOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhh!"

Unable to resist this enticement, Ms Kyoto leaned forward and pressed her lips against the moaning heroine's. To her surprise and delight, Rocketgirl kissed her back, lost to the thrilling sensations in her vagina. Ms Kyoto's fingers traced the heroine's G-spot, then flicked it back and forth, back and forth.

"MMMMMMMMFFFFFFFF!" Rocketgirl moaned in response into her captor's mouth. She pushed her tongue forward and found Ms Kyoto's. The two women licked one another's tongues, Ms Kyoto radiating calm control, Rocketgirl passionately responding to the lust her captor induced in her.

Ms Kyoto's fingers were now pumping furiously in and out of Rocketgirl's pussy. At irregular intervals, she'd tickle Rocketgirl's G-spot or circle her clit with a finger coated in pussy juices. She felt the cool sensation of the plastic bra on her now rock-hard nipples and goosepimpled breasts, not to mention Ms Kyoto's slow, smooth lips and eager tongue, her scent overwhelming Rocketgirl's flaring nostrils. It was a calculated sensual ****, and it worked. After a few minutes, Rocketgirl involuntarily broke the kiss as her back arched and her head craned back. Her eyes squeezed shut as her fingers and toes clenched into tight balls. "OH MY GOD!!!!" she screamed as she climaxed, her pussy gushing over Ms Kyoto's dancing fingers.

"Oh my god...oh my god...oh my god..." Rocketgirl panted as her wits gradually returned.

Ms Kyoto removed her fingers from Rocketgirl's pussy but continued to gently, softly stroke her labia, occasionally circling her clit. She rested her head on her other hand, beaming down at Rocketgirl's gorgeous, glowing face.

Rocketgirl ignored Ms Kyoto as long as she could. Embarrassed at cumming in front of her enemy -- no, at the hands of her enemy -- Rocketgirl was also furious that Ms Kyoto had just sexually assaulted her. Still held by her bonds to the four corners of the room, she knew she was unable to physically escape in this moment; she'd have to bide her time. But she didn't want to engage with Ms Kyoto any more than she had to.

Eventually, Ms Kyoto addressed her captive. "Like I said, I haven't even mentioned the best part. Aren't you going to ask me what the best part is?"

Still panting her breaths, Rocketgirl rolled her eyes at Ms Kyoto but said nothing.

"That's all right. I'll tell you anyway. The best part is that to tap into your pussy's full potential, you'll get to experience mind-blowing orgasms like that. As many as you possibly can. Over and over and over. For the rest of your life."

As great as her body felt right now, as intrigued as she was by the prospect of a lifetime of overwhelming orgasms, Rocketgirl didn't like the idea of Ms Kyoto assaulting her again. Besides, what was the point?

"You mean to tell me your idea of untapped potential is that my vagina can give me pleasure? Look, Ms Kyoto, I like sexual pleasure as much as the next woman, but I really don't need a lifetime of sexual **** to convince me. Thanks just the same."

"Oh, Rocketgirl, you misunderstand me," Ms Kyoto said, voice dripping with menace. "If I could achieve my ends without giving you pleasure, I would. But unfortunately, by pure coincidence, I can mine you for the most pussy juice if I make you cum. Think about it. When I started fingering your pussy, you got wet. But when you came, you positively GUSHED."

She continued gently tracing Rocketgirl's labia and circling her clit. That, combined with Ms Kyoto using her sexiest voice to talk about pleasuring her, was starting to rev Rocketgirl up again. She swallowed and blinked, moaning softly before clearing her throat and asking, "So you want my pussy juice? What on earth for?"

"It's the last thing I discovered about your untapped potential," Ms Kyoto replied. "Your pussy juice is an aphrodisiac. If ingested or applied to erogenous zones, it can enhance the stimulating sensations of sexual pleasure by 1,000. It can make anyone last longer. It can even cure erectile dysfunction. Your pussy juice has the potential to be a game changer for the sexual enhancement industry. And again, even if it didn't, it will sell like hotcakes when I have M2 endorse it as Rocketgirl."

"You can't be serious!" Rocketgirl protested. "Energy drinks and milk to make you smarter are one thing. But aphrodisiacs and sexual stimulants? Those aren't things Rocketgirl would endorse! They contrast with her wholesome image. And they're not family-friendly! Rocketgirl is a role model for girls all over the world! You can't tarnish her image by using it to market sex toys!"

"I certainly can!" Ms Kyoto said. "Good thing you're not Rocketgirl anymore. M2 is, and M2 will do whatever I say. Maybe Rocketgirl used to be an image of justice and purity, but soon, under my guidance, she'll become nothing more than a brand. A brand representing the top quality life enhancements that you'll generate for me from now until the end of your days. You, Melissa, will reach your full potential by using your powers for the good of all humanity. You'll help them improve their minds, bodies, staminas, and sex lives, all the while building my empire so I'll quickly become the richest person on the planet. And by living up to your potential, you'll help me destroy Rocketgirl and everything she used to stand for."

She kissed her captive ecstatically. Rocketgirl moaned her objection into Ms Kyoto's mouth. When Ms Kyoto broke the kiss, Rocketgirl growled, "You can't do this to me!"

"I can and I will," Ms Kyoto said, removing another contraption from the Rocketgirl duffel bag. She held it up for Rocketgirl's inspection. It was another clear plastic device, this one resembling Wonder Woman's power belt. Affixed to the front of the buckle was a tube leading to a ridged dildo. A thicker tube led from the dildo to the hollow belt. Ms Kyoto flicked a switch at the bottom of the dildo so Rocketgirl could hear it buzz and watch it dance.

Over the noise, Ms Kyoto remarked, "The vibrator will collect your juices and deposit them into the belt, where they'll then be sucked away by another hose," she pointed to the ceiling again, "to a storage tank for me to harvest. Meanwhile, every time you orgasm, the vibrator will suck out one of your eggs and deposit it in the belt buckle."

"WHAT???" shouted Rocketgirl. "How dare you, you vile fiend! What the hell do you want with my eggs?"

"To be honest, I haven't quite worked it out yet," replied Ms Kyoto. "But I know with you flat on your back in here for the rest of your life, you have no use for them. Better I should collect them and find something to do with them. Don't worry; the belt buckle is refrigerated, so they'll be perfectly safe. Obviously every time I retrieve you from here, I'll clean out the belt buckle and put them in storage somewhere else. Now then, open wide!"

Ms Kyoto thrust the still-vibrating dildo full hilt into Rocketgirl's still-wet pussy. The heroine jolted at the sudden renewed stimulation while Ms Kyoto fastened the belt around Rocketgirl's waist. She then reached toward the ceiling and pulled down a hose. She held her hand in front of the hose, which quickly sucked her hand to it, demonstrating to Rocketgirl the powerful suction. With some effort, Ms Kyoto slid her hand away from the mouth of the hose, then leaned down and fastened the hose to the "power belt." Surprisingly, this added to the stimulation Rocketgirl felt from the vibrator, which now bobbed back and forth as the suction of air caused it to dance.

The sudden increase in sensations in her vagina distracted Rocketgirl from the fact that Ms Kyoto had retrieved another suction hose from the ceiling. She didn't notice it until the instant before Ms Kyoto fastened the second hose to the front of the plastic bra with an ominous CLICK.

"WHOOOOOAAAAAHHH!' Rocketgirl wailed as her breasts were suddenly sucked deep into the suction cups, the nipples being slightly compressed by the plastic points at the top.

"No doubt your breasts are already being stimulated by the suction sensation. But of course you won't start producing milk until your body gets that infusion of hormones I promised. You'll be sucking those directly out of this hose," she said, pulling a third hose down from the ceiling. This one was different; at its end were straps that Rocketgirl knew would soon be looped over her ears and around her head, no doubt with a tight fit. And instead of a simple hole, the end of this hose was plugged with a penis gag.

Rocketgirl guffawed. "As if I would suck on that thing!" she exclaimed.

"Indeed you will, Melissa," Ms Kyoto said assuredly. "Your sweat may not dehydrate you like a normal person, but you will need your nutrients. And the concoction you can suck out of this hose will be the only way you can get it. Now, any last words before I gag you forever?"

Though her body was already buzzing from the sensations radiating from her breasts and pussy, Rocketgirl maintained her resolve. "You may think you've won, Ms Kyoto. But this isn't over. I'll escape, and when I do, you'll have to answer to the law!"

Ms Kyoto stroked Rocketgirl's cheek. "Thanks for that trite, predictable speech. You never disappoint. Now, say ahhh." Rocketgirl kept her lips firmly pressed shut, but Ms Kyoto pinched her nostrils shut and shoved the penis gag as hard as she could into the heroine's mouth. She was rewarded with a soft **** sound as the tip of the penis gag tickled Rocketgirl's uvula.

Though Rocketgirl refused to suck yet, she felt a trickle of thin, vaguely salty liquid emanate from the penis gag. Gradually the liquid accumulated in her mouth, and she had to swallow to avoid **** on it. It was vaguely watery but had no flavor beyond the thin film of salt. Swallowing made her head bob up and down, her lips sliding a few inches up and down the shaft of the gag. Her eyes bulged in alarm as she realized the liquid continued to drip from the gag.

Ms Kyoto chuckled as she saw the heroine's realization. "Yes, Rockettits, you're going to have to suck on that penis whether you want to or not. Otherwise you'll **** to ****. Oh, and did you notice anything special about the flavour? Maybe a tad salty? You don't recognize it, do you? No, I guess you wouldn't. An upstanding symbol of justice and role model like you wouldn't have given many blow jobs. That concoction not only contains all the nutrients you'll need and the hormones that will get you producing milk. It's also made almost entirely from my henchmen's semen. It's almost like you're sucking on a real penis! Haha!"

Rocketgirl growled and cursed unintelliglbly as she sucked and swallowed again and again. Without warning, she came again, and screamed in combined agony and ecstasy: agony as the vibrator sucked one of her eggs into the belt buckle, ecstasy as she released a heavy flow of cum into the belt surrounding her waist.

"MMMMMM GGGGGGGGG!" she screamed into the penis gag as she arched her back. With an audible POP sound, milk began spewing from her breasts, quickly filling the clear plastic bra before being sucked up the hose and disappearing into the ceiling.

"That's my cue," Ms Kyoto said, walking to the door between Melissa's legs. She paused to rotate the dial on the thermostat by the door. Rocketgirl couldn't read the temperature, but Ms Kyoto's hand revolved in almost a complete circle before she stepped back and turned to face Rocketgirl. She winked at her prey. "That ought to do it!" She picked up the duffel bag and threw it across her body. She walked out the door and turned around in the doorway.

"Goodbye, Rocketgirl," she said, blowing her a kiss and waving. "Enjoy yourself! I'll see you around." And with that, she shut the door, leaving the squirming Rocketgirl to face her predicament.