Orgasmically divided and reduced to figurines

"I've promised you some rest, haven't I?" Ms Kyoto checked her watch. "It's been about thirty minutes since your last orgasm. I don't suppose that's enough rest, is it? Here, this ought to help."

She shot Rocketgirl with a tranquilizer dart. The heroine stared up at her wide-eyed, reaching, then faltering as her eyelids fluttered, her eyes rolling back, and she hit the ground ****.

She did feel much better when she woke up. Her strength had returned. She felt ready to conquer the world, or at least to escape Ms Kyoto. But she found her movements severely restricted. She was lying inside a thick plastic space the same shape as her body, but with a few inches of extra space surrounding every feature. She could flex her muscles, rotate a bit, move her arms and legs up and down, even raise her head to look down the length of her body. But she couldn't move much beyond that. Try as she might to push the plastic frame apart, it wouldn't budge.

"Welcome back, Rocketgirl," Ms Kyoto's voice echoed in the plastic chamber. "I trust you're feeling well rested?"

Rocketgirl fumed. "What is the meaning of this, Ms Kyoto? You can't keep me locked up in here forever!"

"Do you know, I think I could, actually," Ms Kyoto responded. "But it's not what I have in mind. Still, it's nice to imagine having my very own Rocketgirl all wrapped up in a hard plastic shell. When I was a little girl, I would have loved to have a superheroine figure that comes in a plastic case. Maybe if I'd had a superheroine figure to play with, I wouldn't have grown up to be so evil. But there's no point regretting the past. Let's focus on the future. Maybe you and I can make a difference for other little girls out there. You're a superheroine; they already look up to you. Just think how many girls you could prevent from becoming supervillainesses if they had a superheroine figurine to play with."

Rocketgirl scoffed. "That's actually not a bad idea, Ms Kyoto. And it's probably the nicest thing you've ever said. Why do I think there must be a catch?"

Ms Kyoto opened a hatch above Rocketgirl's face and beamed down at her. She sighed as her eyes drank in what they could of Rocketgirl's figure.

"Because you're just as intelligent as you are beautiful, my pet," Ms Kyoto sighed. "I'm so glad you approve of my plan, because you're going to quite literally give yourself to the cause. You see, your plastic chamber is equipped to extract toy Rocketgirl figurines from your perfect body. When I flip a switch, infrared and electromagnetic waves will sweep through your body, stimulating your nerves with an emphasis on your erogenous zones. The pulses will be relentless and inescapable. They'll cause you to orgasm over and over again. And every time you cum, you'll squirt out a 1:18 scale replica plastic Rocketgirl figurine. I'll collect them from a small drum built into the chamber just below your pussy. Your own body will shrink just a little bit every time you create one of these figurines. You see, they'll be made of plastic, but the plastic is reformulated from your own body. Oh, and you'll be giving each of them 1/1,000th of your own essence, as well. That means each one will inherit a bit of your consciousness, a bit of your superpowers, a bit of your intellect. You'll be giving little girls everywhere not just a model Rocketgirl, but a little piece of your heart and soul. And every time you do, your own will diminish by the same amount. In the end, you'll be spread throughout the world in millions of little plastic Rocketgirl figurines, and one flesh and blood figurine. Each one will be a fragment of the person you are today -- including you."

Melissa shook her head in disbelief. "That is a monstrous scheme, Ms Kyoto," she said. "I don't believe you can do it. I don't believe this machine is capable of doing that to me, and I'll escape even if it could."

"You'll find out soon enough, pet. But since I'm confident in my machine, I'd better take this last opportunity to remember you as you were in all your glory." She leaned in and pressed her lips tenderly to Rocketgirl's. Rocketgirl squirmed but couldn't get enough leverage to escape Ms Kyoto's persistent lips and tongue. Melissa felt a tear fall from Ms Kyoto's face to her own. When the villainess broke the kiss, Rocketgirl could see that she was indeed crying.

"Farewell, Rocketgirl," Ms Kyoto said, sniffling and wiping her tears away. "I shall miss tormenting your whole self at once in all your glory." She blew the heroine a kiss and closed the face hatch.

"Now, let's get started," Ms Kyoto's voice echoed in the chamber. Rocketgirl heard a THUNK, which she assumed was the sound of Ms Kyoto flipping her switch. Then the machine whirred to life.