Rocketgirl becomes a data server

"Now that M2 is fulfilling her destiny, let's see if we can get you to fulfill yours," Ms Kyoto said ominously.

"M2 is an impostor. She's a lab rat. She has no destiny to fulfill. And she isn't going to steal mine," Rocketgirl spat back.

"Ah, but it isn't yours anymore," Ms Kyoto replied confidently. She raised a fist nonchalantly at the gradually rising heroine, then fired a short electrical burst from her cuff.

"Gggggg, ttttt, zzzzz," Rocketgirl stammered as the electric shock enveloped her. Her body spasmed and she flopped to the ground, where she remained ridigly motionless.

"That will hold you long enough," Ms Kyoto said, picking Rocketgirl up and draping her over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "M2's destiny is whatever she makes of the genetics and talents you've given her. Your destiny, on the other hand, is now mine to shape. And don't worry; what I have in mind will still put your unique abilities to full use."

She strode down a long hallway and into a cool room filled with blinking lights, cables, and row upon row of data servers. Connected to everything, in the middle of the room was what Melissa deemed to be a coffin -- an open casket comprised entirely of wires, lights, and metal chips. There was no mistaking its shape; the deep recess in its top was shaped like a human form, complete with fingers and two butt cheeks. On a hinge affixed to the top was a thinner layer, again unmistakably human in form, including kneecaps, breast cups, even recesses for a nose and lips.

Ms Kyoto tossed Rocketgirl unceremoniously into the open coffin-like chamber. The temporarily paralyzed heroine could do nothing to free herself as the villainess closed the top of the coffin and latched it securely. Melissa felt the cold metal envelop her body and shivered involuntarily.

Outside the coffin, Ms Kyoto flicked a few switches and suddenly Rocketgirl's body was pierced by a million wires scattered throughout the coffin. The painful sensation roused her body from its paralyzed state.

"YYYYYOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!" she screamed in intense agony. She shuddered violently, which only further intensified the pain as her body shook all the wires now connected to it, moving them ever so slightly in and out of her pierced skin.

"I do apologize for the intrusion," Ms Kyoto said. She opened a face plate on Rocketgirl's electronic tomb and the heroine noted with relief that at least her face had been spared the piercing.

The villainess favored her captive with a wicked smile. "There's simply no avoiding it if you're to fulfill your new destiny. I know how desperately you still wish to serve humankind. And a gift like yours should certainly not be wasted. But I can't have you running around in spandex trying to fight crime. So I've decided to redirect your unique talent to an entirely different end. But don't worry; you'll still be serving humanity. In fact, serving will be your exclusive function from now on. You might even start calling yourself what you really are: a servant of the people. A server."

Rocketgirl blinked, uncomprehending. "What do you mean? What do you aim to do with me?"

Ms Kyoto gestured to the electronics surrounding the room. "Just what I said. You'll be a data server. But not just any server. The fastest server on the planet. Your incredible superspeed will rival any other server manufactured. And unlike simple machines that can process and store finite amounts of data limited to a binary system, you're human -- so adaptable, capable of infinite refinement, expansion, even learning. With what you're capable of, I expect we'll get you storing and processing information for literally the entire planet within a year. Just think of how much money I'll make off you, RocketNet! Why, you'll practically market yourself."

"You want me to...host data?" Rocketgirl's brow knit in confusion.

"Oh, not just me," Ms Kyoto replied smugly. "Soon, you'll want it, too. You'll find the sensation almost unbearably stimulating. Sexually, I mean. Having all that information moving through you at an incredible rate will send tingles through all your muscles and synapses. You'll already be mildly aroused when I turn you on -- and then you'll just keep getting turned on as information pours into you and through you. Oh, and I've enhanced your little box there to add to the effect. There are stimulants for all your five senses. In addition to the stimulation of the information flowing through the wires and throughout your body, there will be speakers translating the information into sensual sounds, screens calibrated to provide visual stimulus based on the information you'll be processing, pheromones for your nose, some ticklers for your lips, mouth, and tongue, and some added bonuses to stimulate you physically. Especially in your erogenous zones. But I don't want to spoil the details -- I'd hate to ruin the surprise!"

"You're going to try to bring me to orgasm while you use me as a computer," Rocketgirl said, incredulous.

Ms Kyoto shook her head and bit her lip. "Not exactly, I'm afraid. You see, if you were to cum, then you'd black out. Not for long, just briefly -- but long enough to make your connection to the internet blink out. And if we're going to take over the world's data, well, then we simply must be more reliable than that. At least until we've got everyone's data well in hand. As I said, I estimate it'll take at least a year to get the entire planet switched over to RocketNet. So for at least the first year, you cannot cum. Absolutely no orgasm for you. But you see, I just love the idea of driving you crazy for an orgasm. Oh, think of it, Rockettits, a whole year of being endlessly stimulated, brought to the precipice of orgasm but never allowed to cum." Ms Kyoto's speech was turning her on. Rocketgirl watched the villainess's breathing quicken, watched her breasts heave up and down rapidly. "Why, it just makes me...I just..."

She could contain her elation no more. She leaped forward, leaned down, and smashed her lips against the helpless heroine's. Her tongue plunged into Rocketgirl's mouth and slowly licked the roof of the heroine's mouth, running circles around her captive's tongue and dancing delicately with her tonsils. She broke the kiss, then leaned forward again, her lips capturing Rocketgirl's at another angle. Over and over Ms Kyoto kissed Rocketgirl, the heroine finally succumbing to the stimulus as sweat broke on her forehead and she felt her nipples harden against the cool metal and wires encasing them.

Finally Ms Kyoto broke the kiss and stared beaming down at her captive. Rocketgirl's eyes had begun to glaze from the stimulus of the admittedly attractive woman's affections. Ms Kyoto smiled. "Oh, Rocketgirl," she whispered, then licked in a slow line from the heroine's chin to the tip of her nose. She then lightly tapped the heroine's nose with her finger before closing the faceplate over the helpless girl. "Good luck in there. And have fun."

Rocketgirl began to panic. Was this real? Could Ms Kyoto's insane plan actually succeed in turning Rocketgirl into a perpetually horny, never satisfied, sex-crazed information repository?

"Wait, Ms Kyoto," she panted. "Don't do this! Please, let's reach some sort of compromise."

"Oh, I'm afraid not, Rocketgirl. It's much too late for that." Ms Kyoto's heels clicked on the floor as she walked to a control panel. "Besides, I'm eager to start making money hand over fist while I gather enough information to take over the world -- all while your little doppelganger is out there impersonating you to help my cause. Let's get you hooked up!"

With that, Ms Kyoto flicked a switch. There was a mild electrical jolt from every wire in Rocketgirl's body as the connection started. She twitched erratically as information began to literally flow through her body. Within seconds, she could feel a tingle within her skull as some of the information invaded her brain. The speakers began to emit sounds of humans panting, then "Oh, yes," and "Oooooooo," while the screens before her eyes showed a man thrusting deeply into a woman, their eyes both closed in ecstasy, the woman's moans filling Rocketgirl's ears.

"Oh no," Rocketgirl exclaimed. It was going to be a long year.