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My Life as a Teenaged Von Neumann Device	By : Toonspew Category: +M through R > My Life as a Teenage Robot Views: 21219 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 10
“Uhhh.... mmmhhh... whaaa...?” groaned Jenny, he eyes slowly opening and her vision clearing as she regained consciousness. Jenny blinked twice, looking up at the bright lights shining down on her from the ceiling. Where was she? She could tell she was strapped down on a table of some kind... testing her limbs she found she couldn't move, either she was being held down, paralyzed, or some combination of the two. Jenny's memories came rushing back as her brain did a quick self-clean, taking away the last of the fog in her mind. She had been attacked at the convention, hit by some kind of paralysis beam. From the looks of things, she'd been taken captive. Bummer.
A small insect-like face popped into her field of view, looking down from just above her. It's mandibles did their best to smile, and the little bug greeted her happily. “Oh, good, you're awake!” it said in a squeaky, mechanized voice. “Very sorry about all that, but the prince really doesn't like to be kept waiting. We'll be docking with the mothership shortly though, so you'll get to meet him very soon. Oooh, you must be so excited!” the little cluster drone positively gushed, almost giddy. Jenny managed to lift her head up, and saw a dozen or so more of the little drones skittering about, busying themselves with the operation of the ship. “Where am I, anyway?” asked Jenny. The first little bug hopped off of Jenny's table and headed for another group of drones, answering “You're aboard the Cluster cruiser Thoptera, specially commissioned for the retrieval of alien robots from foreign systems. We're still inside your home system however, closing in on the orbit of the fifth planet from your star. We're due to rendezvous with the Queen aboard her ship, Cluster One, in about 30 minutes.” The drone chirped something to the huddle group of it's identical companions, and they all approached Jenny, brandishing strange tools of every description. Just as she braced herself to experience an alien dissection, Jenny felt the table she was strapped to swivel around, raising her to a standing position and releasing her arms and legs from their bonds.
Jenny was quite confused. “Wait... I thought this was the part where you were gonna probe me?” The gathered insects shared a laugh. “No no... you misunderstand. We're not scientists... we're tailors!” The robotic bugs then swarmed towards Jenny, using their instruments to measure and record all of her various dimensions, arm length to bust size to waist diameter to leg length. Jenny yelped when one of the drones scampered up her leg, poking it's head up her skirt in an attempt to measure her in-seam. Jenny quickly yanked that one out from between her thighs, “That part you'll just have to guess, ok?!”
Jenny caught herself, coming to her senses. Fashion was fun and all, but this was still a Cluster ship that had taken her prisoner. “Thanks anyway guys, but if I want a new dress I'll just see what's at the mall, thanks.” Jenny raised her arms and extended her speed boosting “wings” from her back, preparing to tear a hole in the hull on her way out. It'd be a long flight home, but she was confident she would make it eventually, or at least to the human settlement on Mars where she could refuel or arrange transport. Disappointingly, nothing happened. Jenny checked her fuel systems... still full, thanks to her regretful demonstration at the Expo. “You're probably wondering why you're unable to fly.” one of the bugs chimed in, “You're still suffering the effects of the electro-magnetic shock you took. You'll recover eventually, of course. The fact that you're up and walking right now is a testament to your creator, really. But You won't be able to access your flight or combat systems for some time still.” Unbelieving, Jenny attempted to extend a giant hammer from her forearm... but the bug was right. A useless grinding and whirring of metal was all that rewarded Jenny's efforts, leaving her arms feeling tired but still in their basic human configuration. Growing increasingly desperate, Jenny shoved a few of the drones aside and dashed for the nearest exit. Right on cue, a thuggish humanoid Cluster warrior stepped forward, blocking her path with a pole-arm. Jenny's suddenly human strength simply wasn't up to the task, and he easily pushed her back into the room with the tailors.
“We're sorry about the brutish methods dear, but the military felt it was needed. Come on, you'll feel better about it once we get your nails painted.” The lead drone took Jenny gently by the hand and lead her over to a comfortable looking couch. Jenny sighed, not seeing any other options right now. “If you could please remove your boots... we have several pairs of shoes we'd like you to try on.” requested another of the bugs. Well, she may be captive, but there could be worse ways to spend the voyage. Jenny allowed herself a small smile, seeing a full display of shoes being wheeled in for her to try on. “Why are you guys being so nice to me?” Jenny inquired. “I mean, I'm your captive. You don't have to convince me to stay here by choice.” The drones looked at each other, then back at Jenny. “The rumor is that you've been selected as the mate to be of Prince Brutus. When you're wed you'll become a princess, so... we're hoping that you don't forget about the little people who knew you before you were royalty.”
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“There, finished.” declared Nora Wakeman, sealing shut the access panel in Silver Shell's lower back. Shell picked up his torso armor and began slipping it back on, even as Mrs. Wakeman continued; “Again, it's not been field tested. And even if it does work, expect to experience a massive power drain on your systems. I wouldn't recommend using it for more then 20 seconds at a time, tops.” Silver Shell nodded, understanding. “It's still better then nothing. Thanks, Mrs. Wakeman.” The diminutive scientist smiled back at her protege. “Please Sheldon... I think you've known me long enough to call me Nora.”
The two of them headed for the back yard of the Wakeman residence, where Brad, Tuck, and their new ally Nexus were waiting. Tuck was helping Brad strap on the last of a the technology they were borrowing from Mrs. Wakeman for the occasion. The jetpack Jenny had once let him borrow, a collection of sporting equipment and sheet metal serving as makeshift armor, and a pair of sidearms that Mrs. Wakeman said fired “electrodyte pellets”, delivering a static shock on impact meant to disable electronics. While outfitting themselves for the rescue attempt, Nexus had been bringing them up to speed on the Cluster's plan.
“So if your brother Brutus needs a bride, why come kidnap Jenny? It's an awfully long way to go to pick up a girlfriend. Wouldn't a Cluster girl have done just as well?” asked Brad. Nexus leaned back against her ship's hull, explaining, “The problem is that the Cluster hierarchy has become genetically stagnant, and slightly... inbred, I'm sad to say. It's the same pitfall that most elitist royalties succumb to. The royal house is starting to degenerate... My mother Vexus is more then a little crazy, my brother Brutus has some physical misconstructions...” she trailed off. “And you?” asked Brad. “Well, I did abandon my society to start a rebellion against the whole Cluster. I'm sure that makes me some kind of insane.” Brad and Tuck exchanged a suspicious glance, but allowed Nexus to continue. “There was a time when the Cluster's reach stretched over a third of the galaxy. But the royal house is failing, our personal dementias causing infighting and petty power struggles, and leaving our subjects lacking the leadership they deserve. Vexus doesn't want to admit it, but she knows that her empire is crumbling. Races that once fell easily against our military now openly revolt, raids from the Yugopotamians are decimating former Cluster strongholds, even our alliance with the Irkens seems about to fall apart.” Tuck looked to Brad for some kind of clarification, but his brother could only shrug, equally as clueless about the various alien races that Nexus casually mentioned. “The only hope of the Cluster royal house is to bring some 'new blood' into the family. Vexus hopes that by marrying XJ9 to Brutus, that they will produce a generation of strong, capable leaders that she can use to bring back the Cluster's golden age, and eventually turn over control to.”
“So if Jenny staying kidnapped will bring about a new golden age for the Cluster, why are you helping us stop it?” asked Silver Shell, walking up alongside Mrs. Wakeman. Brad spoke up in Nexus' defense. “She already explained that part... Nexus here is the black sheep of the family. She disagrees with the Cluster's policy of using organic life forms as slave labor, so she eventually ran away from home and started a rebellion with other organic-life-sympathizers.” Nexus remained silent, meeting Sheldon's suspicious gaze. “Alright.” Sheldon relented, “We have no choice but to trust her anyway. Her ship is the only chance we have of rescuing Jenny in time.” Nexus sneered, adding “Not to mention the fact that I saved you once already. If I hadn't pulled you clear, you'd be as captured as XJ9 is now.”
“If everything is ready...” broke in Mrs. Wakeman, defusing the tension between Nexus and Sheldon before it got out of hand, “I'd really like to see my daughter back here as soon as possible.” Brad nodded, agreeing. He took the lead, walking up the ramp into Nexus' ship, calling out behind him “C'mon gang, we've got a wedding to crash.”
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Jenny clenched her hands nervously, walking through one of the hundreds of corridors that made up the Cluster mothership, Cluster One. She was escorted by a pair of burly Cluster centurions, though they weren't there so much to prevent her escape (weakened and powerless as she was) then to keep the many interested Cluster citizens at bay. And wearing what she was, Jenny had become quite something to look at. The tailor drones had insisted that she wear the dress they had prepared for her, and they had been so nice to her that she found herself unable to say no to them. It really was a stunning dress, too, a delicate blue and gold number made of some fragile fabric Jenny was not familiar with, but it felt vaguely consistent with tissue paper. Jenny was lead to the private V.I.P. Chambers, and ushered inside. The doors snapped shut behind her, and Jenny found herself alone in a room covered in vaguely Victorian looking finery, lit by soft, flickering lighting as though from some unseen candles. Some soft, unearthly music drifted in from somewhere, and Jenny couldn't help but feel like she had just stepped onto the cover of a cheap Harlequin romance novel. Jenny cautiously made her way further into the room, looking around at the fine art that pervaded every part of the room.
“Welcome, XJ9...” came a familiar feminine voice. Jenny pivoted, spotting Queen Vexus herself emerging from the shadows and stepping into the light. Vexus leered, a confident grin on her face. “Vexus.” stated Jenny, hostility in her voice. Of all the villains she had ever faced, none had been as persistent or as dangerous as Vexus, Queen of the Cluster. “Nice to see you too.” she answered curtly, baring her teeth with her grin. “But we've already met. I'm here to introduce you to my son, Brutus. Oh, Brutus!” she called out. Jenny heard a heavy footfall herald the approach of a hulking, menacing figure. From behind a dark curtain came a huge robot, easily twice as large as Jenny, and with a frame like a linebacker. The robot was constructed of black metal, decorated with spikes sprouting from his shoulders and wrists, and heavy chains encircling his waist and neck. His face features two large insectoid mandibles, making him look more like one of the beetle-like drones then like the more human-looking Vexus. “Th-that's Brutus...?” asked Jenny, the ugly brute easily living up to his name.
“No, that's just his bodyguard.” answered Vexus. From behind the massive guard stepped a shrimpy little robot, physically quite reminiscent of Tuck. “I, am Brutus!” announced the tiny robot in a weak nasal voice, puffing out his chest and grinning broadly. Jenny burst out laughing. She couldn't help it, despite her precarious situation. Such a menacing name affixed to such a scrawny little wimp as this, and then acting all proud of it... it was like when people name their chihuahua “Herculese” or when a huge wrestler goes by the name “Tiny”. Jenny pointed a finger at Brutus and held her sides with her other arm, unable to control herself enough to form a sentence. The bodyguard scowled but said nothing, and Vexus merely rolled her eyes. Brutus, on the other hand, was steaming mad. His face turned red with heat, his teeth clenched, and his fists shook with impotent rage. “Stop laughing at me!!!” he screamed, almost hopping into the air.
“Mother, she's making fun of me!” whined Brutus. Vexus frowned at her son, but addressed XJ9, “Laugh if you'd like, but soon enough you'll be married to my son here.” That instantly sobered Jenny up. Vexus grinned confidently, and Brutus regained some of his composure, leering at the robot girl. “You've got to be joking, right? I mean, I'm guessing, but I'd say Brutus is about half my age, am I right?” asked Jenny. “I'm old enough to teach you some respect!” shouted Brutus, his voice cracking mid-sentence and totally destroying any menace in his threat. Vexus ignored him, “You're right, he is still quite young. Undoubtedly, I will be forced to retain control of the Cluster throne for another 10 years or so, at least. But that will be plenty of time for you two to produce a handful of legitimate heirs for me, and for that purpose he is just old enough, believe me.”
“Speaking of which, I suppose I'd better leave to let you two better acquaint yourselves, and get started on my grandchildren. Are you going to be ok without mommy here, Brutus?” asked Vexus, leaning down to pinch her son's cheek and baby-talk him. “Yes mom.” he said “if anything comes up I'll just tell the guard.” Vexus smiled and left, smirking at XJ9. “That's my boy. I'm off to oversee the wedding preparations for tomorrow, so you two have fun now!” she called as she left, the bodyguard following close behind. “Sure will!” answered Brutus, reaching up to smack Jenny on her ass and continuing to gawk up at his new prize.
The instant Vexus had left the room, Jenny turned on Brutus, glowering down at him, and seizing him by the wrist. “That's enough of that, pipsqueak. I don't know what kind of perverted pubescent wet-dreams you've been having about me, but you can just shove them up your exhaust pipe anyway. I've already got a boyfriend, and he's ten times the man you are.” Jenny momentarily considered how much Brad weighed in comparison to Brutus, adding, “ ...literally.”
“But... but mommy said I was gonna lose my virginity now. You can't...” whined Brutus. Jenny pushed him down, letting go of his wrist and letting him land on his backside. “I can and I will. Just because I've temporarily lost my combat systems doesn't mean I'm just going to go along with all of this. As soon as I get my strength back I am out of here. As if a little shrimp like you could even satisfy me anyway...” Jenny folded her arms and looked down at the tiny Cluster prince, who looked like he was about to burst into tears. Good... if Jenny could successfully intimidate Vexus' son, maybe she could stall for enough time to shake off the effects of the EM shock. “You don't even know the first thing about sex with a girl, do you?” Brutus was almost throwing a fit. “I do so! I'm an adult now! I just gotta stick it into your hole and make you pregnant!” Jenny scoffed, trying to make Brutus feel clueless. “Well, duh. But that's only the very end. To do it right you have to follow the rules of dating. Didn't anyone ever teach you? You've got to get the girl some flowers and chocolates, then buy her presents, and give her a nice long foot rub...” Jenny tapped a finger against her lips, thinking up anything else she might like to pass the time with while her systems recuperated. “Hmmm, I don't suppose this ship has a movie theater? Every couple needs at least one movie date.”
Brutus was having none of this. “Guards!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, and instantly a pair of soldiers appeared through the doorway, seizing Jenny by either arm. “My new girlfriend isn't doing as she's told!” he complained. “Take her someplace quiet, and teach her how to show her man the proper respect! Maybe after she experiences my bad side, she'll learn the benefits of keeping me happy!” Jenny struggled to free herself from the guards' grip, but to no avail. Her intimidation plan had backfired... she had asked too much, and Brutus had lashed out against her instead of attempting to satisfy her as she had hoped. As the guards dragged her away, Jenny wondered what fate she had just earned herself. But really, how much worse could it be then spending her time being hit on by a lusty spoiled brat?
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The guards shoved Jenny into a prison cell of some kind, all of the former reverence for their future princess gone. The door clanked shut behind them, sealing Jenny in... the room looked more akin to an animal cage then a prison cell. Jenny turned in place, scanning the room for any kind of advantage or potential exit. She may not have any super powers, but she could still put up some kind of a fight! The guards laughed evilly, advancing on her with lustful gleams in their eyes.
Though she tried to run, her systems were still recovering from the damage she had sustained earlier, and Jenny was no challenge for them. One seized her by the shoulders, pinning her arms behind her and holding her in place. The second approached her from the front, easily blocking Jenny's attempted kick. “The prince says we're supposed to teach you some manners...” taunted the guard in front. “And we know how to break in disobedient little bitches, don't we?” Jenny wanted to unload every missile and laser in her arsenal on this guy, but she was helpless to resist him. She could feel the guard behind her groping her backside with his free hand, but the best she could do was try to ignore it and pretend it wasn't happening. The guard in front surprised her by shoving his face against hers, kissing her roughly and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Jenny resisted the only way she could... she bit down on the invading tongue, causing the guard to pull back and howl in pain.
“This girl really needs to be shown who's boss around here!” the wounded guard said, seizing Jenny by the shoulders and throwing her against the closest wall. Jenny leaned on the wall to pull herself up from the ground, trying to hold back tears. She'd been hurt in fights before, even suffered some bad beatings, but... she'd never been helpless to defend herself. Physically she was barely hurt, but emotionally she was coming to realize that she was utterly at the mercy of these two thugs. The first guard approached her again, leaning his arms on either side of her to cut off any avenue of retreat. “Now see what you made me do? You bit my tongue, so I had to hit you. You don't want me to have to keep hitting you, do you?” Meekly Jenny shook her head no. “Good. Tell you what: how about if you show me your tits right now, I'll let you go.”
Jenny couldn't believe her ears. “W... what did you say?” she stammered, unbelieving. The guards' face became angry. Before she even saw it coming, his hand lashed out to slap her across the face. Once again, the physical pain wasn't so bad... just a light stinging... but it was so humiliating to be degraded like this. Jenny started to cry, tears running down her cheeks. “Don't gimme that!” stated the guard, raising his hand for another strike, “Now... are you going to do what I say, or are we going to have to repeat this lesson?” Jenny tried to bring her tears under control, sniffling, looking up at the guards' harsh face. “Don't hit me...” she pleaded. The guard smiled then, “Just do what I say, and we won't have a problem.”
Hesitantly, Jenny reached up to the collar of her dress, and slowly pulled it down over her shoulders and off her arms, then sliding it down her torso until her light blue nipples came into view. The guards ogled her exposed chest, and Jenny cast her eyes downward to try to hide her shame. The guard in front of her reached out a hand to tug on her nipple, pulling it out into it's erect length, teasing it roughly. Jenny said nothing and allowed it to happen, for fear of being slapped again. “What a little slut.” taunted the guard, speaking to the second one, “I didn't even touch her other nipple, but it just got all stiff too!” The second guard laughed, adding “I bet she's really liking all this... check to see how wet she is!”
Jenny moved to shield herself, crying out “No!” as the guard reached a hand for her crotch. “You just don't learn, do you?” jeered the guard, pushing Jenny hard against the wall. Jenny renewed her struggle, kicking and clawing at the guard as he pushed his way closer to Jenny, forcing himself between her legs to keep them spread apart. The guard yanked up her dress, tearing it in the process, bunching it up around her waist and exposing her thong. With casual ease the Cluster warrior grabbed hold of her last remaining defense and tore the underwear from her, letting it fall to the ground behind him. Her young pussy now completely exposed, the two guards practically licked their lips in anticipation. Jenny shivered when she felt the guards' fingers touch her outer lips, stroking them back and forth over her most sensitive area.
“Ohhh yeah, you've got a really tender little pussy here princess. You'll really be able to 'service you empire' with this.” taunted the guard, as his fingers poked and probed at her, searching for her opening. “I'll bet you can't wait to get some hard cock up here, can you? I can feel your tight cunt trying to clamp down on my fingertip when I press it in... you know what that means? It means your pussy is hungry for dick. Each little squeeze it makes, is your pussy begging to be fucked.” The guard worked his finger deeper into Jenny's clasping vagina. Jenny shut her eyes, trying to not hear his words, trying to ignore the feeling of the invading finger, or pretend it was Brad or the Silver Shell, like her old fantasies. The guard would have none of that, it seemed. He forced her back to reality by making her participate. “Tell me what your pussy wants. Tell me that you want cock in your pussy.” demanded the guard. The look on his face made it clear that if she refused, Jenny could expect another slap, or worse.
“I... my pussy... I want some cock in my pussy.” said Jenny quietly. “Again! Louder!” the guard ordered, pulling away a release on his armor and extending a lengthening robotic penis, which he proceeded to stroke a few inches away from Jenny's bare cunt. Jenny took a deep breath and yelled out “Fuck my pussy! My snatch needs a hard dick to fuck it silly, please pound my hot cunt!” hoping that it would satisfy her tormentors. Maybe they'd bring themselves to orgasm without even having to violate her. The worst part was that her body seemed to be believing her words... all this dirty talk and having her cunt lips fondled was starting to make her juices flow. The guards' fingers probing inside of her touched against her spark plug, feeling the rubber condom left over from Jenny's last lovemaking session with Brad. Confused, the guard pulled it out, gave it a brief inspection, then tossed it aside, deciding it was unimportant. Jenny's eyes were locked on the guards' extended erection, his fist pumping it and bringing the tip ever closer to her suddenly defenseless pussy. “Please don't...” she pleaded weakly, shuddering reflexively as the cockhead pressed against her wet lips, spreading them open around it's width and poking eagerly into her hot vagina.
“What was that?” demanded the guard. “NO!” screamed Jenny, even as the guard fed more of his length up into her tight crevice. “Take it out, please! I'll do what Brutus wants, I promise! Just don't fuck me!” Jenny cried, desperate to avoid becoming pregnant from this cruel thug. “That ship has sailed, princess. You're gonna get fucked, so you'd best just learn to like it!” The guard thrust his member fully into Jenny's body, bottoming out with the base of his cock grinding against Jenny's spread labia. Jenny whimpered, trying to keep from crying again and maintain whatever dignity she could manage. The guard bucked his hips, starting up a steady rhythm, pumping his cock in and out of Jenny's well-lubricated snatch. As much as she hated all of this, the sex was giving her familiar sensations of pleasure flowing out from her pussy, and she could feel her juice drooling down her inner thighs and dripping onto the ground below. Looking away from her violation, Jenny spotted the second guard a short distance away, watching her getting fucked and masturbating his sizable erection.
The guard penetrating her was grunting with effort, and increasing the pace of his thrusts. Despite herself, she could feel her own pussy clenching down on the invading cock, leaking ever more girl-cum and fluttering with spasms... Jenny could tell that any second now, the guard would fill her with his cum, and then she would orgasm too, and then there would be no going back. Desperate to avoid pregnancy, Jenny hit upon a last ditch plan, remembering something Brad had once told her about what guys found erotic. “Unnh, yes, it feels so good!” Jenny moaned, faking enthusiasm. “Your hot cock has got me sooo turned on!”
The guards were both quite surprised, but pleased nonetheless. “Woah, she really is a little freak!” said the one watching from the side. “Yes,” Jenny agreed, “I am a sex freak! I'm a dirty horny slut who loves getting fucked deep!” The lustful grins on their strained faced told Jenny they were eating up every word, just as she had hoped. Now for the gamble... “Unnnnhh! Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum soon!” she looked up into the eyes of the guard fucking her. “Please, spray your cream on my face! I want it so bad, squirt it all over my face, because I'm such a trampy slut and I deserve it!” The guards exchanged a stunned look, smiled, and Jenny got her wish. The guard fucking her pulled out of her well-pumped cunt, dropping Jenny to the ground and letting her fall to her knees. The two guards closed in on her, furiously stroking their dicks to finish themselves off. Jenny stroked her pussy with her fingers, pushing herself over the edge and beginning her own orgasm, feeling her sparkplug fire out a surge of electricity into her thankfully empty womanhood. “Unh, UNH YES! YES! Oh fuck it's sooo good!” screamed Jenny, creaming on her fingers. Her face looked up at her jailers, just as the first gobs of robotic cum began raining down on her. The two males groaned, emptying their balls all over Jenny's face, spurts of their jizz splashing down onto her hair, her chest, and staining her dress. Finally their spurts ceased, and they laughed as their tucked their spent members back into their armor.
“Wow, I never knew she would turn out to be such a whore in disguise!” exclaimed one guard. The other agreed, “yeah, I've never seen a girl enjoy being raped so much... what a slut!” Jenny held her head down, trying not to hear their hurtful jeers, feeling their sticky cum slowly dribbling down her face. One of the guards kicked Jenny's leg to get her attention. “Now, I hope you'll be more cooperative with the prince in the future. Otherwise we'll have to come get you and teach you a lesson all over again. And It'll keep happening until you learn how to respect the Cluster royalty, understand?” Jenny nodded submissively, saying nothing. “Good. We'll come get you in the morning, in time to get ready for your wedding. If you're well behaved during the ceremony, perhaps the prince will allow you to sleep in the royal chambers with him, instead of returning you to this cell here.”
Jenny nodded again, and waited for the guards to leave. Once the door had closed and she was alone again, Jenny finally let the sobs through. Weeping, she tried to salvage as much of her ruined dress as possible, using the skirt to try to wipe her face clean of the guards' drying cum, and her own tears. She had thankfully avoided impregnation, but the cost... she had never felt so degraded or worthless in her entire existence. Letting out a scream of frustrated rage, Jenny tore the cum-soaked dress from her body, shredding it and throwing it angrily to the ground. Her energy spent, Jenny slumped over onto her side. The cell was devoid of a bed or any features whatsoever, so it seemed as good a place as any. Naked and slightly cold, Jenny tried to force herself to sleep, praying that some kind of rescue would arrive soon. Crying herself to sleep, Jenny dreamed of the revenge she would have when her powers returned and her friends came to free her.
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