Porn

Ms Kyoto tore the sheets from the hospital bed and ripped the gown off Rocketgirl's body. From her vantage point in the nearby geranium, Rocketgirl could only watch in mute horror as Ms Kyoto began taking photos of her naked body.

It seemed to go on forever. There were shots from every angle, there were closeups of her feet, her fingers, her pussy, her ass, her breasts, her lips, her neck, her face. Ms Kyoto manipulated her arms and legs, taking shots to make her look alternately modest and forward. Rocketgirl watched as Ms Kyoto put the limp Melissa's fingers in her pussy and took photos to make it appear she was fingering herself. When her head would loll and her mouth fall open, Rocketgirl knew the photos would make it appear she was moaning in ecstasy.

"I'll sell these for a pretty little profit online," Ms Kyoto said. "They'll make you an overnight sensation in...certain circles. Which means they'll want to see more. Now I know you're a virgin. So how about we make your body star in a porno and people can pay to watch someone pop your cherry!"

Rocketgirl couldn't express her disbelief. Of course Ms Kyoto would do something vile while Rocketgirl was helpless. But depriving her of the experience of her body's first sexual encounter? Selling it to a bunch of depraved strangers and making her watch? It was unthinkable.

But a knock sounded at the door. "Right on time. Come in!" Ms Kyoto called.

In walked the biggest douche in Melissa's class. He was attractive but was dumb as a brick and was such a jerk. Melissa stared on in silent horror as she realized why he was there.

"Did you memorize the script?" Ms Kyoto asked. "She's still a virgin, so we'll only get one shot at this."

"Script. Ha! Wasn't much to memorize," he replied. "Yeah, I got it."

"Great. Let me get all the angles set up." Ms Kyoto spent a few minutes procuring video cameras from parts of the room Rocketgirl couldn't see and setting them up at strategic points around the bed. She switched them all on, moved some boom microphones into place, then said, "Whenever you're ready."

"I'm ready!" he bellowed, ripping his clothes off. "We meet again, Rocketgirl. Or should I say...MELISSA!"

Oh no! Rocketgirl thought. Her body wasn't wearing her Rocketgirl costume, so of course it would be hard for anyone to verify. But how many people would see this porno? How many would hear him publicly expose her secret identity? How many would believe him? And who would they tell? If this film got out, her superheroine career was in serious jeopardy. Assuming she ever got back inside her own body, that is.

"Now I've got you right where I want you. You're a virgin, aren't you? Well not for long!"

For the next hour, Rocketgirl watched in shock and shame as he expertly and thoroughly defiled her body. Every orifice was invaded by his fingers, tongue, and dick. His semen sprayed on her ass, belly, breasts, thighs, and face. He ejaculated down her throat and -- most alarmingly -- deep into her pussy. Three times.

It was surreal, watching her body be subjected to these things, things she would never do, especially not with him. And other things she longed to do but had never done.

When he was finished, he lay beside her body, kissing and caressing it gently. The juxtaposition horrified her. After a few minutes, Ms Kyoto called, "Cut! Well done. Here's your cut. And she's in the geranium, by the way."

He snickered as he put his clothes back on. He leaned down to the geranium so his annoying face was all Rocketgirl could see. The smell of his sweat and his and her sexual juices wafted over her, along with his stinky breath. "Got you now, bitch," he said, then left the room.

"Rocketbaby," Ms Kyoto said, stepping back into view, "that was the hottest thing I've ever seen. It should sell like hotcakes. But now we've stolen your virginity -- and after I clean you up -- what shall I do to you next?"