Yes, she's involuntarily just like the dolls now

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Give it to me! Right there! Just like that! Unh! Unh! Unh!" Rocketgirl grunted ecstatically beneath one of Ms Kyoto's thrusting male testers. Her powerful body was putty in his hands, the combined result of her physical exhaustion after thousands of other testers and the programming of Ms Kyoto's nefarious Mind Sifter.

Her **** could not tell. To him, she appeared to be an active, willing participant in their sexual escapade. This was a testament to Ms Kyoto's achievement; the Mind Sifter had so effectively transformed Rocketgirl that when faced with the proper stimulus, her programming took over and the heroine was incapable of defending herself.

Rocketgirl's subconscious screamed inside her mind. She sent her body signals to throw her **** off of her, to fight back, to kick and scream, to run away. But her body ignored all those signals. Once a sexual scenario had begun, the Mind Sifter's programming blocked the real Melissa from exerting any control over her body.

And Ms Kyoto had cleverly programmed a very broad variety of things to trigger a sexual scenario in Rocketgirl's mind. All the obvious things, of course: kissing, sensual touching, aggressive flirtation. But lots of other things, too: physical touch lasting more than three seconds, eye contact lasting more than five. A hair flip. The curl of an eyebrow.

In fact if she were freed right now, Rocketgirl would be considered a sexual predator, her body programmed to transform many ordinary human encounters into steamy, arousing trysts.

Rocketgirl had lost count of how many testers she'd been through. Because of her programming, she typically only had a few second of control over her own body before another sexual scenario began. She hadn't seen Ms Kyoto in days...or was it weeks? But she knew she could expect another taunting visit from the villainess eventually. In a way, she was looking forward to it. Maybe then she'd finally be allowed to rest for a while.