Ms Kyoto reviews her survey results

Strapped spread eagle to a twin cot, Rocketgirl tossed and turned in her fitful, restless sleep. She looked and felt like she'd been through the wringer. In an effort to "test the quality" of her new line of Rocketgirl sex dolls, Ms Kyoto had tried to **** the heroine to fuck 500 people a day. Unable to keep up with the pace, the poor heroine ended up fucking the 7,000 product testers over the course of almost three months. This still proved too many, the heroine's body unable to rest or recover between four lovers an hour.

"Lovers," of course, was too gentle a word from the ravaging the 3,500 men and 3,500 women had subjected her to. Rocketgirl's sore limbs trembled in her sleep. Her filthy hair was matted with months' worth of other people's semen and sweat, both of which also oozed from her every orifice and stuck to her bruised skin.

Brief and dreamless as her sleep was, Rocketgirl was grateful for this respite from her ordeal. Against her will, she had been **** to take more lovers in two hours than she'd ever hoped to have in her entire life. And it had just kept going, an endless **** nightmare that left the heroine a weak, lifeless shell of herself. If ever Rocketgirl was to emerge from Ms Kyoto's clutches and stand up for justice again, resume the mantle of her life from the impostor clone Ms Kyoto had sent out in her place, then she would need to rest and recuperate.

And in any case, she vowed never to have sex again.

Unfortunately for Rocketgirl, her reprieve was about to come to an end. A bucket of hot coffee splashed across her face.

"GOOOOOO! AHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Rocketgirl screamed as she rocked from side to side, unable to escape the hot liquid that had undoubtedly given her a horrible burn. She prayed for relief. Looking up at the smirking Ms Kyoto, she suspected there was no relief in sight.

"My apologies for the rude awakening," Ms Kyoto said coolly. "I tried gentler methods but it seems you're a very heavy sleeper."

"GOD DAMN IT! YOU CRAZY BITCH! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? HAVEN'T YOU TORTURED ME ENOUGH ALREADY?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such naughty language. Where's that superheroine bravado? I thought you were supposed to be some kind of role model. Hehehehe!"

Rocketgirl strained at her restraints. "Laugh it up, you sick motherfucker. I'll destroy you. You'll never see it coming, but you'll get what's coming to you."

Ms Kyoto giggled and shrugged. "You'll destroy me? I don't think so, darling. In case you haven't noticed, I'm the one destroying you. However, against all odds," here she paused, removing a paper from her suit jacket pocket and unfolding it, "it seems you've got farther to fall."

"Gee, you think?" the heroine snapped. "What was your first clue? That I'm still game for these annoying tete-a-tetes?"

"No, actually," Ms Kyoto said calmly, studying the paper. "These survey results."

"Survey? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Customer satisfaction survey. I conducted thorough exit interviews with all 7,000 of the people who tested my Rocketgirl sex dolls. You remember them; the 7,000 people you made love to over the last few months."

"Made love? Are you kidding me? Those depraved lunatics violated me. They **** me. And you put them up to it! You think I wanted them to cum all over me, ream me out from every angle, tug my hair, claw at me, push me down, ram in and out of my vagina, my butt, my mouth, my ears, my eyes? I can still feel them, still smell them. I'll never be rid of them. And after everything they did to me, you'd better pray I never escape from you, because if I do, I am going to make you regret the day you were born."

Ms Kyoto shook her head and flapped the paper against her thigh in exasperation. "Are you finished? You don't need to tell me how much you didn't like it, how much you didn't want them inside you. I can tell from the results of this survey."

Rocketgirl seethed. "Those rapists DARE to take what they took from me and then complain about it?"

"Oh, no, they were quite satisfied, actually. You got very high marks across the board. Everyone loved you: men, women, people you kissed, people who fucked you in the ass, the pussy, people you gave blow jobs. But you see, my sex dolls got higher marks in every category. 100% satisfaction for everything people did with the sex dolls. And a high of only 70% satisfaction for anything my testers did with you."

Rocketgirl frowned. "So...your sex dolls outperformed me. You should be pleased. I'm sure you've got a bestseller on your hands."

"Oh, I am pleased, Rocketgirl, I am. I congratulate myself on building a toy that can provide perfect customer satisfaction. But you see, we still have a problem."

"Oh, we do, do we?"

"Yes. You see, I promised my Rocketgirl sex dolls would be a perfect recreation of the real thing. Every Rocketgirl sex doll comes with a warranty of authenticity. The customer experience is contracted to be identical to the experience of fucking the real Rocketgirl."

"Are you trying to flatter me?" Rocketgirl scoffed. "Look, you don't need to convince me that fucking a doll will never be the same experience as having sex with a real person."

"Oh, I don't, do I? Fucked a lot of dolls in your time, eh?"

Rocketgirl rolled her eyes. "You know what I meant. Look, if it's so important to you that your dolls mimic the experience, then I guess it's back to the drawing board for you. I hope you never get those damn dolls working properly."

"Oh, no, Rocketgirl, you misunderstand me. I've invested far too much in the Rocketgirl sex dolls to start over on them now. But I will honor the customer satisfaction guarantee. Those dolls are going to fuck exactly like you do, even if it kills you."

Rocketgirl blinked. "Excuse me?"

"I've already manufactured millions of these dolls, and shipped out tens of thousands. I'm not paying to take them off the market or manufacture a whole new line. Like I said, my samples earned 100% satisfaction marks across the board. So there's really only one solution to my little dilemma. I'm going to train you to fuck as well as my dolls."

"NO! I am done playing your little games. After what you've put me through, I'm never fucking anyone again. I don't need to know how to fuck like your dolls. I don't want to know how to fuck like your dolls. You can take your customer satisfaction survey and shove it up your ass!"

Ms Kyoto reached into her pocket and pulled out the Mind Sifter she'd used months ago to map Rocketgirl's mind. "What an excellent place to start," she said, approaching the captive superheroine.

Rocketgirl thrashed wildly in her bonds, straining to avoid having the Mind Sifter placed on her head. "No. No, goddamnit, NO!"

"Shhh, shh, shh," Ms Kyoto said, grabbing Rocketgirl's head and smoothing her hair. She pressed the Mind Sifter firmly onto the heroine's head. "Don't fight it. This is happening no matter what you want. I'm going to use the Mind Sifter to teach you the very best ways to fuck and be fucked. And then, of course, we'll have more customer testing."

"WHAT? NO! NOOOOOOOOOO!" Rocketgirl shook her head madly, **** to shake the Mind Sifter loose. But Ms Kyoto's hands remained clamped firmly to her head, insistent on keeping the Mind Sifter attached as long as necessary for the reeducation process to complete.

"Oh, yes, my dear. We'll start with the control group: the same 7,000 people you already fucked here. But then we'll have to expose you to another set of testers. Now, I don't want to take any chances, so I'm thinking...maybe we double the number of new testers. What do you say? Up for 14,000 in Group Two?"

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Rocketgirl screamed as Ms Kyoto's throaty laugh filled the room. Ms Kyoto clicked a button on a remote before clamping her hands once again to Rocketgirl's head. The Mind Sifter began searing instructions into the heroine's brain. She spasmed and drooled, the whites of her eyes showing.

Ms Kyoto smiled.