There's an app for that

Rocketgirl awoke suspended in midair, her wrists and ankles in thick padded cuffs affixed to the ends of large metal arms protruding from what appeared to be a giant mechanical gyroscope affixed to the floor and ceiling -- with Rocketgirl at its center. She pulled and tugged but there was no give. So she just rested, uneasy, awaiting her captor.

She didn't have long to wait. Ms Jensen entered the room wearing a suit and tapping away on her mobile phone. She would have seemed oblivious to her surroundings but for holding up a finger and saying, "I'll be with you in a moment, Rocketgirl." She gave the phone a few more taps and a smile before pocketing it and turning her beaming gaze on the naked heroine.

"Right, then. **** time. Let's get on with it, shall we?"

"I've no idea what you're planning, Ms Jensen, but you'll never get away with it," Rocketgirl claimed, putting as much bravado as she could into her voice. "You couldn't impregnate me with your synthetic sperm and whatever this is won't work either."

"Oh I don't know about that," Ms Jensen replied coolly. "If nothing else, it seems my gyroscope is keeping you prisoner. I could walk away now and you'd never get out of that contraption. Fortunately for both of us, I have much more devious plans for you. Want to know what they entail?"

"No, thank you," Rocketgirl said smugly. "Just release me now and we'll never have to speak again."

"Oh, but where would be the fun in that, my little pet? I would so much rather explain to you what's in store. More specifically," she removed her phone from her pocket and held it up, "what's in the app store."

Ms Jensen tapped her phone again a few times, and within moments a series of monitors displayed for Rocketgirl what was on Ms Jensen's mobile screen. It looked like a rudimentary website, just a few lines of text and a hyperlink.

"I shouldn't get ahead of myself. It's not really in the app store. Not yet, anyway. Decency standards and all that. But it is on my site on the dark web, and the $200,000 in my bank account can attest that 20 of your worst enemies already have downloaded one."

"Downloaded what? For...$10,000 apiece?" Rocketgirl was becoming nervous. She may have always defeated her enemies in the past, but they were hard-won victories. Her enemies were known to hold a grudge, and they were pretty depraved. What would they have spent that much money on? It couldn't be good.

"I'm so glad you asked," Ms Jensen said, using her fingers to zoom in on the text on the screen.

"Want to **** Rocketgirl?" the text said. Then the hyperlink read, "Now there's an app for that." Ms Jensen clicked the link and the screen was transformed.

Now it showed a series of still photos from Rocketgirl's **** at Ms Jensen's hands. There was Ms Jensen's devilish grin as she thrust her strapon into the helpless heroine. There was Rocketgirl's agonized, screaming, crying face. The screen cut to footage Rocketgirl didn't recognize: someone's manicured hands, probably Ms Jensen's, tearing her beautiful Rocketgirl costume down the middle. So that's what happened to her costume! She shed a tear, unsure if she'd ever wear a crime-fighting uniform again.

The screen faded to black and was filled with the words, "Fuckin' Rocketgirl, version 1.0, Beta."

Then a menu appeared on the screen: Who do you want to fuck her? The options popped up: Male, Female, Mechanical, Multi. Greyed out at the bottom was another option, "I want to do it."

"This is an early version, still in beta testing," Ms Jensen said. "Not all of the functionalities are ready yet. But what is available is pretty cool, if I do say so myself. Check out some of the in-app purchase options." She went to a special menu with a $1,000 option to "Listen in," a $5,000 option to "Waterboard her," and a $100,000 add-on for "Impregnate her."

"There are some options I've considered but I'm not quite ready to add." She flipped to a screen with several greyed-out boxes: "Blind her," "Cut her," "Kill her." "I don't think I want to add these options; they'd cause permanent damage, diminishing the value of the app to future customers. And they may put a permanent end to our fun little game. No, I think I'd rather keep you making me money for as long as I can. Besides, you're so much more fun to **** when you're alive and, well, when you're recognizably Rocketgirl. Don't you agree, my pet?"

"You evil witch!" screamed the heroine. "You can't do this to me! This is the most depraved, disgusting thing anyone has ever tried! I won't stand for it! I'll escape, and when I do, I'm taking you down! You and everyone who's purchased your demonic little fetish app!"

"YES!" Ms Jensen replied. "That's exactly what I'm talking about! Don't lose that fighting spirit. It's so much more entertaining this way. Keep it up. The longer you can hold out against my ****, the better chance you stand that I'll never roll out these advanced features that would maim or kill you. I just thought it was important you know they're on standby should I ever grow bored of you. But now," Ms Jensen kicked off her heels and removed her jacket. "it's time to fulfill our first player's request."

She unbuttoned her crisp pink shirt and slid it off her shoulders. "Lucky for me, the first player is your old nemesis, Ms Kyoto. You remember Ms Kyoto, don't you, Rockettits? Raging dyke." Ms Jensen slid out of her skirt and began unfastening her bra. "So naturally, she selected the 'Female' option. And the list of things she's requested that I do to you! Well. We're certainly going to be busy for a while here."

Sliding out of her underwear, Ms Jensen sauntered slowly towards the suspended heroine. "She chose to 'Listen in,' as well. And of course every player can always see what's happening to you -- even if they didn't make the requests. There are cameras everywhere in this room. So let's put on a good show, shall we?"