Ms Kyoto's line of Rocketgirl sex dolls

Ms Kyoto looked at the door where her clone of Rocketgirl had just exited. She sighed and looked down at her captive. "Isn't she the best? I just love M2. I'm so proud of her. My greatest creation. Only one of my inventions comes even close to being as impressive as she is. Here, let me show you what I mean."

Ms Kyoto held up a finger, signaling Melissa to 'wait a moment.' She left the room long enough to retrieve a wheelchair. She grabbed Melissa and tossed the weak heroine into the wheelchair. She strapped Melissa's limp arms and legs to the chair and pushed her out of the room and down a long, white hallway. They passed several doors. Moans and sounds of sex emanated from behind each closed door. Ms Kyoto hummed giddily as she continued to push the wheelchair down the hall.

"No! Get...get away from me!" Melissa was puzzled to hear what sounded like her own voice screaming down the hall. "Ah! Sounds like we have a winner," Ms Kyoto said, pushing faster now.

Ms Kyoto stopped in front of the door where Melissa's own voice was somehow screaming. She knocked softly and pushed the door open.

"OH MY GOD!" Melissa screamed at what she saw. "Is that...M2?"

Ms Kyoto chuckled. "No, this is a fully operative sample model of my brand new line of sex dolls. They all look and talk exactly like you, Rocketgirl."

Melissa watched as a man whose back was to her straddled a life-size replica of herself. The doll even wore a Rocketgirl uniform. Even more terrifyingly, the doll seemed able to move on its own -- and it had a look of sheer terror on its face.

"It appears Brad here has programmed his Rocketgirl sex doll to fulfill a **** fantasy. But there are men testing lots of different sexual scenarios and fantasies on these dolls."

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Melissa yelled. "How dare you defile the image of Rocketgirl in this manner!"

"Picky, picky!" Ms Kyoto chided her. "Look, I had the ultimate blueprint of your body, so I thought, why not use it for profit? You must know you're a sex object to millions of people around the world. Now they can play out those fantasies. I make a TON of money, and you -- well, you don't have to worry that they'll come chasing after the real thing!"

"How did you get the doll to...move like that? To sound like that? It's..."

"Mesmerizing," Ms Kyoto offered.

"...disturbing," Rocketgirl countered.

"Hm. To each her own, I suppose. Well, since you seem genuinely curious, I'll tell you. I imprinted the blueprint of your molecular structure onto these dolls and gave them the texture of your flesh. I have the technology to make them mimic the movements of your musculature -- all of your musculature," she said, one hand deftly plunging inside Melissa's pussy. The heroine whimpered and tried unsuccessfully to pull away, her vaginal muscles clamping and unclenching, as though to prove Ms Kyoto's point.

"I gave them voiceboxes with a preprogrammed vocabulary of 200,000 words, more than enough to satisfy most sexual fantasies. Want to see how the operation works?"

Ms Kyoto wheeled the chair out the door and across the hall to face a large window into a darkened room. Ms Kyoto flicked a wall switch and flood lamps turned on row by row in the largest warehouse Melissa had ever seen.

Melissa gasped at what she saw.

Row upon row of Rocketgirl sex dolls marched into shipping crates. Thousands waited their turn, and hundreds of fully automated assembly lines spat out more by the minute.

Melissa sobbed openly to see her image of purity and justice destroyed in this way. Ms Kyoto petted her hair, then sauntered around and sat in her lap, stroking her face. "There, there, sweetheart," she cooed, wiping the tears from Melissa's face. She kissed the tears forming in Melissa's eyes, then touched her nose to Melissa's nose and looked down at her quivering lips.

Ms Kyoto kissed Melissa, strong but short. She kissed her again and again, her satisfaction with her own success turning her on more and more as the heat built between the two women. Before Ms Kyoto got too carried away, she stopped herself and leaned back, clearing her throat.

She called over Melissa's shoulder. "Brad, when you're finished in there, I have the original vintage heroine here for you to sample. I'd love it if you could compare her to the doll for me. I want to know how the doll holds up to the real thing."

The grunting man **** the Rocketgirl doll in the next room paused long enough to call back, "Can't wait!" Then he resumed fucking the doll, his thrusts more insistent now that he knew he had the real Rocketgirl waiting for him.

Melissa gaped in abject horror. "But you said that thanks to your sex dolls, I wouldn't have to worry about people coming after the real thing!"

Ms Kyoto smiled broadly. "That's after these beauties go on sale. First we have to make sure the product is up to snuff. Think of it as quality testing. You're serving an important role in my factory!"

Melissa swallowed hard. "R-r-role? You mean...Brad isn't the only one?"

"Oh, you sweet, stupid little thing!" Ms Kyoto declared, pinching Rocketgirl's cheeks. "Heavens, no! Didn't you see all those other doors with the other product testers? There are 500 men testing my product right now, another 3,000 this week. And next week is the women's testing."

"B-b-b-but you only need one of them to compare the dolls to...to me...right?"

Ms Kyoto slowly shook her head. "No."

"You mean..."

Ms Kyoto nodded and her smile broadened. "You're going to be a very busy girl."

Melissa jumped at the sound of a man clearing his throat right behind her. "Ready," Brad said.

Ms Kyoto stood up. "Have fun, you two." Her stiletto heels clicked as she walked away. Brad pulled the wheelchair backwards into his room and slammed the door.