Ms Kyoto turns Rocketgirl porcelain

"You know what's truly spectacular about M2?" Ms Kyoto asked when she and Melissa were alone again. "When you get right down to it, she's no different from you or me. She's made of the same stuff." Ms Kyoto reached into a pocket on her belt and pulled out a dusty red material. "She's just clay. Earthenware. So much star stuff just given a little breath of life. And of course I imprinted your traits onto her. I wonder..." She walked around her weakened prisoner who, still shaking and struggling to get to her feet, was gradually pulling herself across the floor in a vain attempt to escape.

Ms Kyoto knelt in front of Mellisa and lifted the heroine's chin with a curved finger. "If I can make a lump of clay special by imprinting you onto it, can I turn you into an ordinary lump of clay?"

She quickly swung her clay-filled hand around and blew Melissa a kiss through it, causing clay to coat the heroine's face. Melissa choked as the dry dirtlike material filled her nose and mouth. Her arms flailed impotently at her captor, whose snickering laugh filled her ears as the world grew hazy. ****! What was in that clay? She passed out without an answer.

Rocketgirl came to briefly. She was surrounded by flames but couldn't budge. It seemed she'd been imprisoned into a form-fitting, clear glass casing. She stood proudly, arms akimbo, naked chest standing proudly at attention. Her tits were perky from their contact with the cool glass, but it couldn't shield her body from the sweltering heat of the furnace she found herself inside. What was this place? How could she get out of here? How had she even survived this long?

"Wow, Rocketgirl, you amaze me." Ms Kyoto's voice sounded clearly through the earbuds implanted in Melissa's ears. "I thought you'd sleep through the whole ordeal, and wake up only once it was complete. Oh well. No harm, no foul. I wouldn't want to be awake for this if I were you, but then again, you're about to endure a most unique privilege. You'll probably be the only woman ever to know what it feels like to be transformed from a human being into a delicate porcelain doll."

Sweat poured down Melissa's face within her glass casing. Utterly immobile, the fear showed only through her panicked wide-eyed expression. Not possible, she told herself, trying to calm down. It's just not possible. She can't do this to me. It's not realistic!

"I know what you're thinking," Ms Kyoto said. "It's not physically possible to turn a person into a simple trinket. But you see, there's something you don't know about me, My little Lissa. In addition to being one of the smartest scientific minds in the world, I have an extra little gift. I'm a witch. So I've combined my magic with science to try an experiment on you. It's the first time anything like this has ever been done. Want to know how it works?"

Melissa's mind was growing foggy from the overwhelming heat. Was she hallucinating this whole thing?

Ms Kyoto's voice continued, "After coating your body with clay to confirm its shape, I cast a spell to bind the clay chemically to your skin. You're now standing in a giant kiln, which should help everything to set. While that happens, I'll use another spell to drain your body of all its physical substance. But don't worry; I'll let you keep your soul, your memories, your intelligence. And a couple of other little things to make your new porcelain skin feel like the prison I intend it to be. First, your eyes. You'll retain them so you can see what's become of you and look out at the world you'll never be able to touch again. Second, your hearing. Didn't think you'd lose those earbuds so easily, did you? No, darling, my voice will be with you until the end of your days. I wonder, how long will that be? How long does a soul remain trapped in a useless porcelain body? And one more thing I'll leave you with inside that porcelain skin: a boundless desire for sex. You'll be lusting constantly but never able to act, never able to fulfill the itch you'll so desperately need to scratch."

Melissa's eyes had long since rolled into the back of her head. Her rest was dreamless, but Ms Kyoto's words nevertheless projected images into her mind. What was to become of her?