The big and the little deaths

Rocketgirl felt almost nothing. The withered husk of the plant that had hosted her mind for the last several months had almost completely disintegrated, and with each bit that died, Rocketgirl's consciousness dimmed. By now she was barely capable of seeing or hearing anything, thinking anything. All was pain or hazy illusion. Through this foggy lack of sensation, she barely realized that Ms Kyoto was reaching down to the plant, holding the Mind Sifter.

There was an audible click, then the pain was gone. Had she died? No, she just had a clear thought for the first time in days. She could see and feel nothing. Ms Kyoto must have transferred her back into the Mind Sifter. Which meant soon she would be...

Click.

...back in her own body! Instantly she could feel everything. There was a lot to unpack -- her body was fatigued, excited, heavy, frantic -- but before her mind had the ability to slow down and focus on how to address each sensation, she was simply overcome with joy at finally being whole again.

"Ohh!" she wailed, weeping with unbridled relief. Then almost immediately, "Owww! Aaahhh!" as she squinted her aching eyes shut. Her salty tears had irritated her arid eyes, which had been overworked, pried open for months staring into the hypnotic abyss within the welder's goggles. Rocketgirl recalled the horror of seeing her bloodshot, glazed white eyes a few minutes ago, and vowed to keep her eyes shut for as long as she could to allow them to moisturize and recover.

She inhaled deeply, excited to be able to breathe again. But this proved much more physically demanding than she'd anticipated. It felt almost nothing like the energizing, freeing sensation she recalled from being in this body months ago. Instead there was a wheezing sound, a metallic odor, and most significantly a **** pushing against her chest, lungs, and diaphragm as she tried to breathe. She was still capable of breathing, of course. It was just that the lead from her full-body tattoo now inundated every part of her body. The tattoo itself continued to weigh heavily on her chest, compressing her lungs as they expanded and making her exert much more energy to do something so simple as inhale.

She quickly abandoned thinking about her breathing, leaving her subconscious to do the heavy lifting. But whether she breathed for herself or not, the simple act of breathing awakened her consciousness to another sensation: the aphrodisiac.

First it came to her as a vaguely sweet smell. That was almost instantly followed by a cloyingly sweet taste. Then suddenly the taste overwhelmed her as her the entire surface of her long tongue tingled. She couldn't help but notice her mouth filled with the flavor, and she brought her tongue slowly into her mouth as though to contain the tingling. But now her enormous tongue was wadded up inside her mouth, a soaking ball of the aphrodisiac surrounded by the tingling sensation already there. Her coated lips tried to close her mouth, bringing them into contact with one another, and the sensation magnified, almost as though she were kissing herself.

All at once a vision flashed in her head. Suddenly she saw her tongue as a ball gag and felt the leaden weight of her arms and legs as though they were bindings securing her to the bed. She was Ms Kyoto's bound, gagged prisoner, and her tormentor had doused her in several hundred times the medically safe dosage of a potent contact aphrodisiac.

A shudder, mixing anxiety with excitement, traveled down her spine. Was the vision a hypnotic suggestion? It didn't matter at the moment; her mind was now fully awakened to the heightened state of arousal her entire body was in.

This was quite literally like nothing Melissa had experienced before. She'd been a virgin when Ms Kyoto captured her. Though her cruel classmate had violated her body and made her cum at Ms Kyoto's direction, her mind had never experienced orgasm, let alone sexual intercourse or even physical stimulation. Sure, she'd had crushes and fantasized, but she'd been perfectly chaste, saving herself for true love and spending her time and energy on other things. She'd never even masturbated.

Ms Kyoto knew all this, having scoured the details of Melissa's mind map for months. Denying Melissa the pleasure of her first sexual encounter and her first orgasm, tainting those memories by forcing her to watch her own ****, teaching her body to engage in these behaviors, and then thrusting her mind instantly into the middle of a category 5 hurricane of sexual sensation had been Ms Kyoto's primary object. Whatever became of Rocketgirl after today was just the cherry on top. This moment was what Ms Kyoto had been planning for months.

She watched Rocketgirl's body now with rapt attention, favoring her captive with a closed-mouth smile. It was obvious the heroine's mind was back now, coming to terms with everything happening inside her sexy form. For one thing, every involuntary motion, every squeeze or caress of her own breasts, every finger tentatively pushing into her pussy, every roll of the hips or sigh or moan, was now accompanied by an ever so slight hesitation. She could see the heroine struggling against her body's programming and the overwhelming physical sensations. And she could see, every time, Rocketgirl lose.

The first thing Rocketgirl sensed once the aphrodisiac awakened her to the rest of her body was her skin. It had always been there, of course, but now she really felt it. It was everywhere. It felt like fire. It was tight and constricting; the parts covered by the tattoo, especially, felt confining. It was hot, and it was driving her wild. She stretched, luxuriating in the arousing sensation of the tightness all over her body.

A vision snapped in her head of Ms Kyoto wearing a tight, black leather dominatrix outfit, Rocketgirl still her bound, gagged prisoner, wearing her tight spandex costume, Ms Kyoto spanking her with a riding crop. "Oh! Oh!" Melissa cried, her butt rising from the bed with each exclamation as she imagined Ms Kyoto spanking her.

This rocking of her butt drew her attention to the thing she'd most dreaded feeling. But now that she gave it attention, it immediately replaced all other thought and sensation.

Her pussy.

The most remarkable thing about it was the foreign object inside. Nothing had ever been in there, at least not when her mind was present. The buzzing plastic egg inside her now felt at once alien and perfectly fulfilling. It didn't belong, wasn't a part of her, wasn't even human. Yet this cold, hard piece of plastic felt warm, hot even as it vibrated with a constant high speed. What's more, it touched her, every part of the inside of her vagina. It stimulated, drove, controlled her fleshy caverns. It teased her G-spot, sending sensual impulses deep into her uterus, her butt, her spine, and ultimately back up to her brain. She gasped.

Her pussy was also so warm, and filled with frothy, hot liquid. Some of this was the aphrodisiac, stimulating her pussy walls just as it stimulated the rest of her skin. But most of this liquid, she knew, was of her own making. For the last 96 hours, her pussy had endured more stimulation than some people got in a lifetime. Even without her conscious mind to drive her body to orgasm, her pussy had taken the bait, doing everything in its power to comply, to meet the stimulus given and keep it coming. As a result, juices now flooded her pussy and had been streaming down her legs and onto the mattress for days.

Her clit, too, was overstimulated by the extension of the egg vibrator. It stood stiff and swollen while the vibrator buzzed away at it. It sent more tingles into Melissa's pussy and again up her spine to her brain.

And this is why Ms Kyoto said she had record-breaking levels of oxytocin. Not only had she been subconsciously programmed to overproduce the hormone, but her every last nerve was bombarded with sexual stimulation. Her body responded as nature intended.

And now, overwhelmed by the sensations of everything happening to every part of her, Rocketgirl would respond in kind.

"Oh, God!" she mumbled through her thick tongue. Her body spasmed as the tsunami-like wave finally crashed down on her. Her arms and legs twitched erratically, her head whipping side to side. Her pussy erupted with juices as her powerful loins shot the egg vibrator out across the room. The milk that had been streaming from her breasts now stopped and started at regular intervals, alternately shooting in powerful jets straight up in the air or stopping altogether as she gasped rapid breaths.

"Hhhhnnnnngg! Ahhhhnnnn. Auuuughhhh! AAAAhhhhhnnnn. Ooooooo. AAaaaaanngg. Ohhhffff. AAAAa-uhhhh." Rocketgirl moaned and grunted with every contraction as she orgasmed repeatedly for ten minutes.

When it was finally over, she lay exhausted in the middle of the soaked bed. She panted long, slow, labored breaths. She felt a contented lightheadedness, but the rest of her body felt as heavy as a boulder. She couldn't fight back against Ms Kyoto right now. She didn't have the strength.

She opened her eyes just a slit, wanting to get a read on her captor without overexerting her abused eyes. Ms Kyoto hadn't moved since putting Rocketgirl's brain back in Melissa's body, so transfixed was she by the spectacle. Now she caught her captive's eye and winked at her.

"Uuuuu-OOOOOOOOO-uhhhhh," Rocketgirl moaned, wincing as another orgasm tore through her. What the hell had caused that? More subliminal programming? Would she cum every time Ms Kyoto winked at her?

"Shhh, shhh," Ms Kyoto said, gently petting sweaty, sticky strands of Melissa's hair back over her ears. She sat on the bed by her naked captive. "Thank you, Rocketgirl. Or should I say, ex-Rocketgirl. That was magnificent. Absolutely worth the months of work I put into you. And this is only the beginning. Just think of all the fun we'll have together."

"I owwaa oooo," Melissa mumbled unintelligibly around her thick tongue.

"Hush, now," Ms Kyoto replied. "You don't know what you want. But I can show you. Not now, though. Now it's time to discharge you from the hospital. Why don't you let me worry about all the paperwork. You just go to sleep. You've had a very, very exhausting day. So just..." she leaned down and tenderly kissed Melissa's forehead, "...go to sleep."

No, don't wanna...ohh... Rocketgirl fought valiantly against the command but was unable to gain the upper hand against her subservient subconscious. She passed out.