Ms Kyoto introduces the clone

Melissa's naked body, tinted yellow from days spent in the tank of gelatin, twitched in the remaining puddle of the goo. Since Ms Kyoto had drained the tank twenty minutes before, Melissa hadn't woken from her nearly comatose state. Her unfocused, glazed eyes were barely open, her pussy continually trickling cum even though she was no longer stimulated, no longer orgasming.

Ms Kyoto's confident form materialized vaguely in Melissa's view. Rocketgirl tried to focus her eyes on her enemy. It gradually became apparent that Ms Kyoto was speaking; Melissa could see her lips moving. An expectant look soon appeared on Ms Kyoto's face, replaced shortly by anger. Ms Kyoto kicked the heroine, who hoarsely grunted in pain.

Jarred awake by the physical ****, Melissa opened her eyes wide and began shifting her jaw. She was suddenly aware of the piercing shrill filtering into her ears through her earbud implants, and cupped her ears with her hands as though that could lessen the noise.

Ms Kyoto took the hint, flicked a switch on her belt, and the noise suddenly stopped. Melissa's ears temporarily heard nothing at all, then a faint ringing as they adjusted to being able to hear again.

Her relief was short-lived. When Ms Kyoto began speaking again, her voice echoed in Melissa's head; she could hear her live and through the miniature implants.

"Sorry about that," Ms Kyoto began. "I actually forgot about the white noise in your earbuds. Now don't you worry; I don't plan to subject you to that kind of **** again anytime soon. I have much more delicious plans for you."

Melissa wanted to attack her captor, to run away and escape, but she was far too weakened from spending the last three days orgasming in the gelatin tank. She couldn't even get her sea legs.

"Now I know you're probably feeling a little tired right now, and that's ok. I'll let you get some rest soon. I just wanted to introduce you to someone, and she can't stay long."

In a flash, seemingly out of nowhere, an athletic young woman appeared next to Ms Kyoto. Melissa struggled to raise her head enough to see who this was. "Help me..." she mewled hoarsely, hoping whoever this woman was, she would recognize that Rocketgirl was in dire straits.

Melissa's eyes traveled up the legs and body of this new woman. For a moment, she thought she must be dreaming. The woman standing next to Ms Kyoto was wearing Rocketgirl's own silver crimefighting togs. The form-fitting uniform, carefully measured and stitched by Rocketgirl herself, somehow hugged this woman's figure perfectly. She even wore Rocketgirl's custom designed wrist cuffs and belt, with all the gadgets Rocketgirl had installed. Her face was covered by Rocketgirl's famous mask.

Melissa's mind snapped to attention. Who was this impostor? Still too lethargic to put up a fight, Melissa shook her head in disbelief and stared accusingly at her captor. "Who are you? Why are you wearing my...I mean, Rocketgirl's costume? You aren't the real Rocketgirl!"

Ms Kyoto let out a short, sharp laugh at that. Then she just grinned obligingly, clearly loving her captive's confusion and anger.

As the woman wearing Rocketgirl's uniform knelt beside Melissa, Ms Kyoto began to speak. "Melissa, I want you to meet..."

The impostor Rocketgirl slowly peeled the mask off her face.

"...Melissa."

Melissa's eyes searched the impostor's face. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was like looking into a mirror. She sat completely frozen, her eyes darting back and forth between her twin's eyes, searching for an explanation. In disbelief, she reached up and, hand shaking, touched the other woman's face.

The impostor Rocketgirl smiled. The touch was soft, smooth, electric. Aside from Melissa's jaundice, it looked and felt like she was touching herself.

Melissa gasped in horror. She slapped her own face, pinched herself. Could this be real? "No. No way. Who is...how...?" She shook her head, blinked hard, slapped herself harder.

"Oh, honey," the impostor Rocketgirl said in Melissa's own voice. "I've got a much better way to test whether you're awake." She leaned forward and captured the real Melissa's lips in a hungry kiss.

"Mmmmhhhh," the impostor moaned, releasing so much pent up energy as she probed Melissa's mouth with her tongue.

"mmmmmmmmm!" Melissa groaned in a wavering tone as her mouth was molested.

Ms Kyoto finally began explaining. "Melissa is the new Rocketgirl. She's your clone. Remember when I mapped your mind and body and ripped out one of your eggs? Well, Melissa here is the result. Isn't she magnificent? Just like you used to be. She's damn sexy, too. Just like you still are. For now."

Not breaking the kiss, Melissa's clone pushed her onto her back and prowled over her prone body. She draped herself over the captive heroine and mashed her tits against their counterparts. Before long she was grinding her silver-clad pussy against Melissa's aching, dripping one.

Ms Kyoto gently tapped the clone on the shoulder. "Careful now, M2. If we're going to sell your virginity as Rocketgirl, you can't be giving it up to Melissa here for free."

The clone slowly broke the kiss and frowned. "Aww, but she's just so damn irresistible! Especially with all that fear and sexual exhaustion in her eyes."

"Leave her to me," Ms Kyoto commanded. "I'll see to it she gets what's coming to her, I promise. You run along, now. You've got a whole life to take over!"

M2 stood and smiled evilly down at Melissa. "Two, by my count. One as the superheroine Rocketgirl, and one as the underachieving college sophomore Melissa."

Recovering from her shock, the real Melissa shook her head. "No. No! You can't do this! You won't get away with this! You can't fool anyone. They'll know you're not me. You don't know the first thing about being me!"

M2 crossed her arms over her ample chest and cocked her head in the air curiously. "Hmm, let's see. I look like you, I smell like you, I feel like you." She licked her lips. "I taste like you. I have your brains and all your knowledge and memories. I have your body. Your voice. Your clothes. I think I've got you pretty well covered, babe! The only thing of yours I don't have? That nasty yellowish skin. And that rancid smell. Have you had a shower since you came for, like, three days straight?"

"You...evil woman!" Melissa stood on wobbly legs and lunged at her clone. Melissa fell flat on her face, still unable to steady herself.

Ms Kyoto chuckled. "M2 can not only pass for you, Melissa -- she has two legs up on you. She's still a virgin -- a fact we intend to exploit to its fullest potential. And she is, as you so eloquently put it, marvelously evil."

M2 giggled. "What can I say? I learn from the best."

"Aw, shucks," Ms Kyoto beamed. "Now, scoot!" M2 blew Melissa a kiss, donned her mask, and shot off like a bullet out of sight.