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Mihoshi had screwed things up again, hadn't she?

Not that Kiyone knew precisely how, or even for sure that she had. What she did know was that after she left Detective Sergeant's office, there had been an alarm. Then she'd been surrounded by GP officers. Mitsuki handcuffed her hands behind her back, pausing only to feel her up. "Don't worry, Kiyone," said Mitsuki, "we'll be working together very closely."

Kiyone felt a shock, and everything went black.

When Kiyone awoke, she was clad only in a blue bikini of latex. As she tried to sit up, she found her body was floating above two green levitation devices. One on the ceiling, and one on the floor. When she tried to move beyond, she found she was just drawn back to the center. Mitsuki then strode into view, clad in her skintight officers uniform.

"Hello Kiyone, I'm glad you're awake at last." said the redhead. "I really wanted to have one last chat before your sentence."

"Mitsuki!" said Kiyone. "What is this?"

"Oh you know," said Mitsuki, "you're covering for Princess Ayeka. And the Galaxy Police has already decided to cooperate fully with Emperor Yosho. I'm afraid you've committed a very serious crime."

"Where is Mihoshi?" asked Kiyone.

"Already in custody," said Mitsuki. "Still, you won't have to worry about her anymore. You see, you're going to be helping me with a special project that's going on off the record." Moving forward, she grasped Kiyone's huge rump and began to feel her up.

"Let go!" shouted Kiyone. "I want to talk to a lawyer! I'm entitled to a trial!"

"Oh but this is all off the record, I'm afraid," said Mitsuki, leaning down to kiss Kiyone on the neck. "You see, I just couldn't bear to see you carted off to an ordinary prison. So I requested you be put into my custody." Raising her head, she put her lips inches from Kiyone's own. "After all, you are my ex-girlfriend."

"Breaking up with you was the best thing I ever did," said Kiyone.

"Oh, you wound me," said Mitsuki. "And to think, these are going to be the last moments you spend in this physical plane." She kissed her passionately before stepping back. "See those devices above and below you? Those are part of a new device I've created called the digitizer.

"It's bleed edge tech. When used on a superpowered entity, it will convert them into pure data. This will render them totally helpless. They won't need to eat, sleep, drink or anything and they'll never age.

"Entities like KAIN and Ryoko won't be able to escape anymore."

"But I'm not a criminal!" said Kiyone. "I haven't been given a trial!"

"Maybe not," said Mitsuki, "but giving you a trial might cause other problems." She pressed a button and the devices began to glow. "The official story will say that you volunteered for some experiments. After initial success, you disappeared in an unfortunate accident."

Kiyone struggled. This couldn't happen, she had to do something to get out of this before it was too late. "Wait, I... I can tell you about Princess Ayeka."
"I'm sure you could," said Mitsuki, typing some more. "But once I've converted you into pure data, I can just analyze your thought patterns to find her location. Of course, there is a problem for you. I'm afraid that recovering an entity from digitization is still an experimental field.

"So it may be a while before we can extract you. Even if we decide we want to."

She pressed one final button an the bottom device began to rise upward. Kiyone kicked and struggled as she tried to get free. Soon her long legs were caught in the device, which started to rise up her thighs. The sensation was oddly pleasurable. Kiyone struggled as her lower body began to be digitized. Mitsuki made her way over and wrapped an arm around her.

"Final stretch now, Kiyone," said Mitsuki. "Any final words?"

"Mitsuki, please..." said Kiyone. "I just want a trial."

Mitsuki kissed her. "Guilty."

Then Mitsuki pressed another button. The upper device lowered down over Kiyone' head. For a single moment, everything went green. Kiyone felt her very being converted to digital code. Then she was plunged into the computer system, with no hope of return.

As Kiyone descends into the hard drive, she finds her very essence being changed. Her physical form is being read and gradually converted into data. She feels a pleasurable sensation within her body. And her flowing blue hair begins to go green as the code transformation begins. Her very soul is being converted into ones and zeros. She tries to move, but she can't. All she can do is scream in humiliation, rage, and pleasure.

Soon her ample cleavage begins to convert as well, her skin becoming a lighter shade of green than her hair. The code starts to enter her body through her mouth, creeping down it, even as the coding creeps into her thighs, penetrating her. She wants to thrust against it, but she can't. All she can do is feel as it drives itself deeper and deeper into her.

Now Kiyone is falling. Falling deeper and deeper into the mainframe without seeing anything but code. Unreadable calculations flash by her as the coding scales up her thighs. The pleasurable sensation is growing ever more intense. Little by little, the system reaches her feet and then she is completely absorbed into the machine.

A bright green light flashes before Kiyone, and she sees the place she'll be spending the rest of existence.

The light fades, and Kiyone Makibi finds herself trapped in place. Green bindings keep her arms and legs from moving and her posture rigid. She's been forced into a position where she is sticking her chest and rear out, and it is more than humiliating. She tries to throw her wait so she will fall and be able to inch. But there doesn't seem to be any gravity to pull her down. All she can do is struggle helplessly in place. Kiyone tries to speak, to yell, but no words come out.

What is this place? Where is she?

Kiyone gets her answer when she sees a gray arrow appear out of nowhere. The lines of green which before were impossible to read are now becoming clear. They are lines of binary code swirling around her faster and faster. She struggles all the harder as the arrow surges toward her and pokes her in the breast. There is a deafening clicking sound, and a square of white appears next to Kiyone.

A cursor. Kiyone has been trapped on the desktop of a computer. Mitsuki's computer.

The arrow slides lazily down, moving up the different options and highlighting them. But Kiyone can't see any of the options, and when the cursor settles on one, she doesn't know what it is. Was she going to be deleted? No, no, Mitsuki wasn't a murderer. But then what was she doing?

The arrow clicks again, and Kiyone feels a surge of pleasure unlike anything else. She feels as if her very essence is being drawn out of her. A green glow pours from her mouth and eyes into the cursor, which then moves a little to one side. Another clicking sound is heard, and Kiyone breaks out into cold sweat as the cursor goes down the menu. This time Kiyone can make out the edge of the text.

Mitsuki hovers the cursor over the word 'copy'.

Then she clicks.

The data that was drawn out of Kiyone pours out of the cursor and onto the desktop. Within a split second, it forms into a humanoid shape. That shape quickly takes on very familiar features. Kiyone saw that face in the mirror this morning, minus a green tinge. She's looking at herself, bound into the exact same position. That latex bikini on her really did show off her own cleavage.

No, no Kiyone couldn't be ogling herself. But she was. Because she could see her copy's eyes roving over her body. This was beyond humiliating. Kiyone was sexually attracted to herself.

No, not herself. An identical copy. A backup in case Kiyone got lost or corrupted. But why would that even be necessary?

What was Mitsuki going to do to her now?

Kiyone was afraid to find out.

Kiyone is created with the thoughts that she is watching a clone of herself forming.

But she isn't. She is the clone. And now she is looking at her original self, and she looks good. Before Kiyone can think, she finds her eyes roaming over her original self. And her original self more than returns the favor. A blush covers both their features as they realize their selfcestuous attraction.

Her thoughts get straight, and Kiyone realizes why she was created.

She is a backup. Kiyone has been backed up in case of data loss or corruption. Humiliation clashes with the knowledge that none of Kiyone's memories are real. She never existed until mere moments ago. She'd never met any of the people in her mind, Kiyone did.

The mouse cursor right clicks again, and a deafening click fills her ears for the second time.

Suddenly Kiyone's arm bindings haul her back, as her legs were pulled to meet them. As they touched, the two restraints merged and forced Kiyone to bend further and further. Her massive chest jiggles as she cries silently in the strain. Her hair flies behind her, and then another glow shoots out of the mouse. It covers her and Kiyone watches as a light green sphere forms around her. Soon she is sealed in place, even less able to struggle. Kiyone glances to one side and sees her original self watching in shock.

What is this? Why was Mitsuki doing this?

And why was the cursor going toward her original?

Kiyone watches in horror as her other self has her bindings fuse. Before she knows what happened, Backup Kiyone is sealed within a ball of green light. The ball begins to spin, faster and faster as if picking up momentum. The cursor then moves toward Kiyone.

She begins to thrash and struggle all the harder as Mitsuki right clicks again. As the menu opens, something is selected. As Kiyone thrashes her bindings suddenly separate, breaking in two. Her arms and legs are pulled into a spread eagle position. But as they move, Kiyone finds she's almost gotten an arm free. Hope dawns, and she's just about to pull it out.

Then everything freezes. Two squares of light form on either side of her and send energy, freezing Kiyone in place. Her arm is now trapped in an incredibly awkward position, and Kiyone can't move so much as an inch. A low buzz of pleasure fills her entire body as the square she's trapped in begins to move.

What is Mitsuki doing?

Whatever it is, Kiyone has a sinking feeling that she is about to find out.

The code around Kiyone gets thicker and thicker, and she can see her other self spin faster and faster. As it happens, Kiyone finds her prison falling backward, so she is looking upward. Soon it begins to slide rapidly. At the same moment, her backup is sent spinning high into the air before halting in place. Kiyone slides to just below her.
For a moment they both remain in place.
What is happening here?
Then her backup drops like a stone. She falls spinning toward Kiyone and collides head-on with her. As she does, a surge of pleasure is driven through Kiyone. She moans as both their chests are sent bouncing like jello. Then the backup bounces, rising high into the air in another direction. Before Kiyone knows what is happening her prison slides, so it is underneath her backup. Once again, the clone descends. Once again, she and her clone collide and the clone with a surge of pleasure. She can see her clone moaning as well.
Then she bounces, and Kiyone's prison slides again to catch her.
As this goes on, Kiyone's mind scrambles to try and find what is happening. What kind of computer function was this?
There is another collision, and the ball bounces again. Once again, Kiyone moves to bounce it. Her left arm has been worked a bit further out of its restraints.
Then it hits her. Both physically and mentally. Kiyone isn't trapped in a square. She's trapped in a paddle designed to keep a ball up in the air. A ball that falls again and again without end, until the paddle misses. Kiyone and her backup have become the props in a game of pong. And they are going to be stuck like this until Mitsuki loses or gets bored.
Looking down, Kiyone sees a game counter showing how much time has passed. She keeps an eye on it as the game continues.
Hours pass. The clock rises higher and higher. But Mitsuki never misses a single time. Both Kiyone and her copy are kept moving, pleasured with every collision, but never enough to go over the edge. And it just keeps going.
The clock now says they've been at this for five hours. Kiyone remembers that Mitsuki always loved pong. And she also loved watching other people play for her.

The game has been running for eight hundred and forty hours. Thirty-five days. Five weeks. Over a month.
Again and again, Kiyone has been bounced against her other-self. Her paddle bends, again and again. Each time the ball bounces faster. Each time the paddle moves to meet it just as quickly. Not once has she missed a beat. Not even Mitsuki was this good as pong. And she couldn't have possibly kept playing this long. And if she'd been switching with other people, they should have missed it.
At this point the ball is moving in a blur of green, bouncing again and again. Kiyone is slammed with the impacts. She can hardly think with the constant pleasure. The only good news is that her perceptions are quickening. Little by little Kiyone finds herself reading the code and able to respond. She begins to note that the system is responding to her thoughts and perceptions.
The truth begins to come to Kiyone.
Thinking, Kiyone closes her eyes. She feels several impacts as usual and then nothing. Opening her eyes, she glances back to see her other self descending into the oblivion beyond. Then she winks out and reappears above Kiyone, falling with the original speed. It seems slow compared to before, and Kiyone can make out every detail of her beautiful features. The way her chest is bouncing as she descends toward her.
Kiyone forces herself to think.
She is trapped being played by an AI. Herself. The code is responding to her thought processes. It moves the paddle with Kiyone within to keep the game running. Mitsuki has put this on autopilot and left her to be bounced again and again. But why hadn't she been released? Surely Mitsuki would want to try other experiments?
Another bounce sends her chest bouncing, and Kiyone remembers that Mitsuki copied her. She only saw her paste her once. But Mitsuki could have pasted her as many times as she wanted. Kiyone had been left in this state as a long term experiment, and there was no reason to take her own.
There is another hit.
Her other self slams into Kiyone, so they are face to face. Their inches are mere inches apart. A blush creeps across both their faces as their bodies become so achingly close. How Kiyone wants to hold her. And she is much closer now. Her other self is much further forward in her ball than she was at first. Her legs and arms have been at least partially worked out of her bindings. And Kiyone had moved as well, she was further to the left, and her arm was nearly out.
Then she bounces away and the moment was lost. Kiyone's bondage had weakened.
And if she doesn't make use of the fact she's going to spend the rest of eternity being played by herself.

Kiyone waited.

Waited as her balled self bounced against her paddle again. It was a neverending barrage. The pleasure sent her mind into a blur as she struggled to stay calm. One of her arms was nearly free. Now she just needed to wait for a time, a time when she could make the most of it. Kiyone focused with all her will, everything seems to go in slow motion as her clone descended.

At that moment, Kiyone admired everything about her other-self. Her huge, bouncing breasts, her supple lips, her green, digitized hair. As she drew forward, Kiyone pulled with all her might on her restraints. Her arm broke free, and as they crashed together.

The shields shattered around them as the game fell apart. Their lips slammed into one another in the kiss they had wanted. Their tongues reached out to indulge in the forbidden fruit they have so long been denied. Their huge breasts mashed together as they drew near. Their restraints were weakening by the moment. Their minds and bodies intertwined in an embrace more passion than anything they'd experienced before.

Soon they could get completely free. Kiyone knew she should be planning an escape. But right now she was having far too much fun...

Author's Note:
And here we have it. The first comic compilation of the Kiyone Digitized storyline. Enjoy.

Description
Mihoshi had screwed things up again, hadn't she?

Not that Kiyone knew precisely how, or even for sure that she had. What she did know was that after she left Detective Sergeant's office, there had been an alarm. Then she'd been surrounded by GP officers. Mitsuki handcuffed her hands behind her back, pausing only to feel her up. "Don't worry, Kiyone," said Mitsuki, "we'll be working together very closely."

Kiyone felt a shock, and everything went black.

When Kiyone awoke, she was clad only in a blue bikini of latex. As she tried to sit up, she found her body was floating above two green levitation devices. One on the ceiling, and one on the floor. When she tried to move beyond, she found she was just drawn back to the center. Mitsuki then strode into view, clad in her skintight officers uniform.

"Hello Kiyone, I'm glad you're awake at last." said the redhead. "I really wanted to have one last chat before your sentence."

"Mitsuki!" said Kiyone. "What is this?"

"Oh you know," said Mitsuki, "you're covering for Princess Ayeka. And the Galaxy Police has already decided to cooperate fully with Emperor Yosho. I'm afraid you've committed a very serious crime."

"Where is Mihoshi?" asked Kiyone.

"Already in custody," said Mitsuki. "Still, you won't have to worry about her anymore. You see, you're going to be helping me with a special project that's going on off the record." Moving forward, she grasped Kiyone's huge rump and began to feel her up.

"Let go!" shouted Kiyone. "I want to talk to a lawyer! I'm entitled to a trial!"

"Oh but this is all off the record, I'm afraid," said Mitsuki, leaning down to kiss Kiyone on the neck. "You see, I just couldn't bear to see you carted off to an ordinary prison. So I requested you be put into my custody." Raising her head, she put her lips inches from Kiyone's own. "After all, you are my ex-girlfriend."

"Breaking up with you was the best thing I ever did," said Kiyone.

"Oh, you wound me," said Mitsuki. "And to think, these are going to be the last moments you spend in this physical plane." She kissed her passionately before stepping back. "See those devices above and below you? Those are part of a new device I've created called the digitizer.

"It's bleed edge tech. When used on a superpowered entity, it will convert them into pure data. This will render them totally helpless. They won't need to eat, sleep, drink or anything and they'll never age.

"Entities like KAIN and Ryoko won't be able to escape anymore."

"But I'm not a criminal!" said Kiyone. "I haven't been given a trial!"

"Maybe not," said Mitsuki, "but giving you a trial might cause other problems." She pressed a button and the devices began to glow. "The official story will say that you volunteered for some experiments. After initial success, you disappeared in an unfortunate accident."

Kiyone struggled. This couldn't happen, she had to do something to get out of this before it was too late. "Wait, I... I can tell you about Princess Ayeka."
"I'm sure you could," said Mitsuki, typing some more. "But once I've converted you into pure data, I can just analyze your thought patterns to find her location. Of course, there is a problem for you. I'm afraid that recovering an entity from digitization is still an experimental field.

"So it may be a while before we can extract you. Even if we decide we want to."

She pressed one final button an the bottom device began to rise upward. Kiyone kicked and struggled as she tried to get free. Soon her long legs were caught in the device, which started to rise up her thighs. The sensation was oddly pleasurable. Kiyone struggled as her lower body began to be digitized. Mitsuki made her way over and wrapped an arm around her.

"Final stretch now, Kiyone," said Mitsuki. "Any final words?"

"Mitsuki, please..." said Kiyone. "I just want a trial."

Mitsuki kissed her. "Guilty."

Then Mitsuki pressed another button. The upper device lowered down over Kiyone' head. For a single moment, everything went green. Kiyone felt her very being converted to digital code. Then she was plunged into the computer system, with no hope of return.

As Kiyone descends into the hard drive, she finds her very essence being changed. Her physical form is being read and gradually converted into data. She feels a pleasurable sensation within her body. And her flowing blue hair begins to go green as the code transformation begins. Her very soul is being converted into ones and zeros. She tries to move, but she can't. All she can do is scream in humiliation, rage, and pleasure.

Soon her ample cleavage begins to convert as well, her skin becoming a lighter shade of green than her hair. The code starts to enter her body through her mouth, creeping down it, even as the coding creeps into her thighs, penetrating her. She wants to thrust against it, but she can't. All she can do is feel as it drives itself deeper and deeper into her.

Now Kiyone is falling. Falling deeper and deeper into the mainframe without seeing anything but code. Unreadable calculations flash by her as the coding scales up her thighs. The pleasurable sensation is growing ever more intense. Little by little, the system reaches her feet and then she is completely absorbed into the machine.

A bright green light flashes before Kiyone, and she sees the place she'll be spending the rest of existence.

The light fades, and Kiyone Makibi finds herself trapped in place. Green bindings keep her arms and legs from moving and her posture rigid. She's been forced into a position where she is sticking her chest and rear out, and it is more than humiliating. She tries to throw her wait so she will fall and be able to inch. But there doesn't seem to be any gravity to pull her down. All she can do is struggle helplessly in place. Kiyone tries to speak, to yell, but no words come out.

What is this place? Where is she?

Kiyone gets her answer when she sees a gray arrow appear out of nowhere. The lines of green which before were impossible to read are now becoming clear. They are lines of binary code swirling around her faster and faster. She struggles all the harder as the arrow surges toward her and pokes her in the breast. There is a deafening clicking sound, and a square of white appears next to Kiyone.

A cursor. Kiyone has been trapped on the desktop of a computer. Mitsuki's computer.

The arrow slides lazily down, moving up the different options and highlighting them. But Kiyone can't see any of the options, and when the cursor settles on one, she doesn't know what it is. Was she going to be deleted? No, no, Mitsuki wasn't a murderer. But then what was she doing?

The arrow clicks again, and Kiyone feels a surge of pleasure unlike anything else. She feels as if her very essence is being drawn out of her. A green glow pours from her mouth and eyes into the cursor, which then moves a little to one side. Another clicking sound is heard, and Kiyone breaks out into cold sweat as the cursor goes down the menu. This time Kiyone can make out the edge of the text.

Mitsuki hovers the cursor over the word 'copy'.

Then she clicks.

The data that was drawn out of Kiyone pours out of the cursor and onto the desktop. Within a split second, it forms into a humanoid shape. That shape quickly takes on very familiar features. Kiyone saw that face in the mirror this morning, minus a green tinge. She's looking at herself, bound into the exact same position. That latex bikini on her really did show off her own cleavage.

No, no Kiyone couldn't be ogling herself. But she was. Because she could see her copy's eyes roving over her body. This was beyond humiliating. Kiyone was sexually attracted to herself.

No, not herself. An identical copy. A backup in case Kiyone got lost or corrupted. But why would that even be necessary?

What was Mitsuki going to do to her now?

Kiyone was afraid to find out.

Kiyone is created with the thoughts that she is watching a clone of herself forming.

But she isn't. She is the clone. And now she is looking at her original self, and she looks good. Before Kiyone can think, she finds her eyes roaming over her original self. And her original self more than returns the favor. A blush covers both their features as they realize their selfcestuous attraction.

Her thoughts get straight, and Kiyone realizes why she was created.

She is a backup. Kiyone has been backed up in case of data loss or corruption. Humiliation clashes with the knowledge that none of Kiyone's memories are real. She never existed until mere moments ago. She'd never met any of the people in her mind, Kiyone did.

The mouse cursor right clicks again, and a deafening click fills her ears for the second time.

Suddenly Kiyone's arm bindings haul her back, as her legs were pulled to meet them. As they touched, the two restraints merged and forced Kiyone to bend further and further. Her massive chest jiggles as she cries silently in the strain. Her hair flies behind her, and then another glow shoots out of the mouse. It covers her and Kiyone watches as a light green sphere forms around her. Soon she is sealed in place, even less able to struggle. Kiyone glances to one side and sees her original self watching in shock.

What is this? Why was Mitsuki doing this?

And why was the cursor going toward her original?

Kiyone watches in horror as her other self has her bindings fuse. Before she knows what happened, Backup Kiyone is sealed within a ball of green light. The ball begins to spin, faster and faster as if picking up momentum. The cursor then moves toward Kiyone.

She begins to thrash and struggle all the harder as Mitsuki right clicks again. As the menu opens, something is selected. As Kiyone thrashes her bindings suddenly separate, breaking in two. Her arms and legs are pulled into a spread eagle position. But as they move, Kiyone finds she's almost gotten an arm free. Hope dawns, and she's just about to pull it out.

Then everything freezes. Two squares of light form on either side of her and send energy, freezing Kiyone in place. Her arm is now trapped in an incredibly awkward position, and Kiyone can't move so much as an inch. A low buzz of pleasure fills her entire body as the square she's trapped in begins to move.

What is Mitsuki doing?

Whatever it is, Kiyone has a sinking feeling that she is about to find out.

The code around Kiyone gets thicker and thicker, and she can see her other self spin faster and faster. As it happens, Kiyone finds her prison falling backward, so she is looking upward. Soon it begins to slide rapidly. At the same moment, her backup is sent spinning high into the air before halting in place. Kiyone slides to just below her.
For a moment they both remain in place.
What is happening here?
Then her backup drops like a stone. She falls spinning toward Kiyone and collides head-on with her. As she does, a surge of pleasure is driven through Kiyone. She moans as both their chests are sent bouncing like jello. Then the backup bounces, rising high into the air in another direction. Before Kiyone knows what is happening her prison slides, so it is underneath her backup. Once again, the clone descends. Once again, she and her clone collide and the clone with a surge of pleasure. She can see her clone moaning as well.
Then she bounces, and Kiyone's prison slides again to catch her.
As this goes on, Kiyone's mind scrambles to try and find what is happening. What kind of computer function was this?
There is another collision, and the ball bounces again. Once again, Kiyone moves to bounce it. Her left arm has been worked a bit further out of its restraints.
Then it hits her. Both physically and mentally. Kiyone isn't trapped in a square. She's trapped in a paddle designed to keep a ball up in the air. A ball that falls again and again without end, until the paddle misses. Kiyone and her backup have become the props in a game of pong. And they are going to be stuck like this until Mitsuki loses or gets bored.
Looking down, Kiyone sees a game counter showing how much time has passed. She keeps an eye on it as the game continues.
Hours pass. The clock rises higher and higher. But Mitsuki never misses a single time. Both Kiyone and her copy are kept moving, pleasured with every collision, but never enough to go over the edge. And it just keeps going.
The clock now says they've been at this for five hours. Kiyone remembers that Mitsuki always loved pong. And she also loved watching other people play for her.

The game has been running for eight hundred and forty hours. Thirty-five days. Five weeks. Over a month.
Again and again, Kiyone has been bounced against her other-self. Her paddle bends, again and again. Each time the ball bounces faster. Each time the paddle moves to meet it just as quickly. Not once has she missed a beat. Not even Mitsuki was this good as pong. And she couldn't have possibly kept playing this long. And if she'd been switching with other people, they should have missed it.
At this point the ball is moving in a blur of green, bouncing again and again. Kiyone is slammed with the impacts. She can hardly think with the constant pleasure. The only good news is that her perceptions are quickening. Little by little Kiyone finds herself reading the code and able to respond. She begins to note that the system is responding to her thoughts and perceptions.
The truth begins to come to Kiyone.
Thinking, Kiyone closes her eyes. She feels several impacts as usual and then nothing. Opening her eyes, she glances back to see her other self descending into the oblivion beyond. Then she winks out and reappears above Kiyone, falling with the original speed. It seems slow compared to before, and Kiyone can make out every detail of her beautiful features. The way her chest is bouncing as she descends toward her.
Kiyone forces herself to think.
She is trapped being played by an AI. Herself. The code is responding to her thought processes. It moves the paddle with Kiyone within to keep the game running. Mitsuki has put this on autopilot and left her to be bounced again and again. But why hadn't she been released? Surely Mitsuki would want to try other experiments?
Another bounce sends her chest bouncing, and Kiyone remembers that Mitsuki copied her. She only saw her paste her once. But Mitsuki could have pasted her as many times as she wanted. Kiyone had been left in this state as a long term experiment, and there was no reason to take her own.
There is another hit.
Her other self slams into Kiyone, so they are face to face. Their inches are mere inches apart. A blush creeps across both their faces as their bodies become so achingly close. How Kiyone wants to hold her. And she is much closer now. Her other self is much further forward in her ball than she was at first. Her legs and arms have been at least partially worked out of her bindings. And Kiyone had moved as well, she was further to the left, and her arm was nearly out.
Then she bounces away and the moment was lost. Kiyone's bondage had weakened.
And if she doesn't make use of the fact she's going to spend the rest of eternity being played by herself.

Kiyone waited.

Waited as her balled self bounced against her paddle again. It was a neverending barrage. The pleasure sent her mind into a blur as she struggled to stay calm. One of her arms was nearly free. Now she just needed to wait for a time, a time when she could make the most of it. Kiyone focused with all her will, everything seems to go in slow motion as her clone descended.

At that moment, Kiyone admired everything about her other-self. Her huge, bouncing breasts, her supple lips, her green, digitized hair. As she drew forward, Kiyone pulled with all her might on her restraints. Her arm broke free, and as they crashed together.

The shields shattered around them as the game fell apart. Their lips slammed into one another in the kiss they had wanted. Their tongues reached out to indulge in the forbidden fruit they have so long been denied. Their huge breasts mashed together as they drew near. Their restraints were weakening by the moment. Their minds and bodies intertwined in an embrace more passion than anything they'd experienced before.

Soon they could get completely free. Kiyone knew she should be planning an escape. But right now she was having far too much fun...

Author's Note:
And here we have it. The first comic compilation of the Kiyone Digitized storyline. Enjoy.