Rocket Girl questions her actions.

"What ddid you do to mmee?" Melissa demanded as the sexual haze lifted. She lay breathing heavily with pussy juice and sperm dribbling onto the desk.

"I fucked you, Rocketgirl," Professor Lex told her, zipping his cock back into his trousers. "I fucked your slutty pussy good and hard."

"NNooo," Melissa denied. "What did you do to make me fffuck you?"

"Would you believe you were seduced by my magnificent, manly physique?" the old scientist asked. "No? Then you are attracted to my brilliance, yes? Or perhaps you are just a slutty slut who will let anyone bang her, no?"

"Nnnoo," Melissa insisted. "I'm not like that!"

"I beg to differ, Rocketslut," the professor exclaimed, reaching over to fondle her breast. Melissa moaned as he squeezed. "Your slutty body says otherwise. See, you cannot resist. You cannot stop me from playing with you sexy warheads."

Melissa's moans protested, but somehow he was right. His hands groped her globes without interference from hers. She could not make herself pull away; she even leaned into his touch. "How did you do this too me? The... the stolen equipment. The chemicals! W...what? What did you use them for?"

"Ah, very clever. Get me to confess. Reveal my brilliant plan so you can thwart it. I don't think so! No, Rocketslut, I have plans for you. Big plans."

"Pplans? What plans?"