The Misadventures of Britchick I: Deep Space Nightmare

By elmclo

My first attempt at a super-heroine fic. If you like it, or have anything constructive to offer, please mail me at elmclo@hotmail.com.

Disclaimer: THIS STORY IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. ANYONE UNDER 18 SHOULD STOP READING NOW.

Also, this story contains scenes of fantastical sexual abuse, if this type of thing offends you, then please do not continue. Finally while this is the product of my warped mind, I don’t advocate anyone attempting such a thing in real life.

All characters depicted herein are my own creations, and MAY NOT be used in other stories, illustrations or anything else without my consent.

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Donna Dudley was scrawling equations on the blackboard in the lecture hall. No matter how conservatively she dressed, she couldn’t stop the male students (and some of the female ones) from leering at her ample cleavage and posterior. It was humiliating. She would normally be flattered by the attention, but it was just so unprofessional in this context. She understood that her blond hair, full pouting lips and curvaceous form wasn’t the norm for women in her profession, but wearing thick framed glasses, and arranging her hair in a tight bun still didn’t help against the leers.

Suddenly, there was a ‘tap tap tap’ in her inner ear. To be called like this, in the day, was definitely a bad thing. She feigned light-headedness. Before the male students in the class started killing each other to help her – and cop a quick feel – she stopped herself.

“I’m terribly sorry class… but I seem to be feeling unwell. Erm, I should probably go home. Please memorise chapters 15, 16, and 17 for next week, and if you have any questions, you have my E-mail.”

She quickly packed notes away, as quickly as she could when she was feigning illness, and went to her office. Locking the door, she removed her glasses and shook her head as she let her hair down. She then unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her massive breasts encased in a bikini top that barely fit them. She stepped out of her long skirt, kicked off the fake shoe covers. They actually covered her thigh high boots. Finally, Donna unscrewed one of the arms of her glasses into which a spandex mask was crammed.

For Donna Dudley was a super heroine. 5 years ago, as a researcher for the Ministry of Defence R and D division, she designed a belt that would endow the user with super human strength and stamina. The project was stopped when tests showed that the belt reduced intelligence by 20%. In most cases, this resulted in the warriors being unable to understand certain orders. The project was shelved – but Donna didn’t give up. She had spent 5 years of her life on the project, and didn’t want them to be for nought. The belt proved inexpensive to manufacture, so she constructed it using her own resources. Now, a University Teacher by day, Donna slips on the belt to become the ultimate heroine for Britain. Clad in a tight bikini and gloves bearing her country’s flag, Donna Dudley becomes – Britchick!

As she clicked the britbelt into place, she felt her strength double, triple and quadruple. However, her intelligence began to shrink. For many, this would result in extreme stupidity. However, Donna Dudley wasn’t just a dumb blonde. Even with her high IQ reduced by 20% Britchick was still a highly competent crime fighter. She reached into Donna’s – for after her years of crime fighting, Britichick thinks of herself and Donna as separate identities – handbag and pulled out a innocuous looking mobile telephone. She put it up to her vibrating ear. The telephone was designed only to respond to the implant. For Britchick was a member of the ISF, or International Superhero(ine) Federation. The mobile phone and ear implants were a means of allowing members to communicate

“Britchick” she said.

“Good… Britchick I need your help.” The voice on the other side of the phone was one of Britchick’s most prominent allies. The Scarlet Claw. She was the first British member of the ISF, and the only active member that relies entirely on human abilities, rather than genetic or technological enhancement.

“Name it old friend,” said Britchick.

“Doctor Arnold Mysoginex has escaped from prison.”

“That fiend!” exclaimed Britchick. Mysoginex was Britchick’s first case. He was using a sex slavery operation for some unknown purpose (aside from profit of course).

“Where do you think he will be?” asked Britchick

“My guess is his old mansion. He has a derelict space shuttle there. Word is his cronies have been working on them. We can’t let him get away!”

“OK.” said Britchick “We’re still closer than he is, I think. “Meet me there ASAP.”

Britchick snuck out of the University building, and went to Donna’s car. She went into the boot, and pulled out a large non-descript bag. Inside it was Britchick’s transport method of choice – the Brit scooter! She unfolded the motorised weapon that Donna had designed for her. It was faster than any other two-wheel cycle in the country

One hour later, Britchick had arrived at Mysoginex towers. The mansion was typical of one you would find in the English countryside, from the outside at least. She dismounted from her scooter and idly caressed her exposed buttocks trying to get circulation moving around her body again after being sat in the same position for an hour.

“Britchick.” Came a voice from behind her. Britchick immediately struck a combat ready pose, but relaxed it when she looked upon the slender form of The Scarlet Claw. Her costume was slightly more conservative than that of Britchick, as it revealed no skin whatsoever. It was red and black spandex, with a mask made of similar material. Her hair was forced into a business like ponytail.

Something Donna would approve of thought Britchick.

Nevertheless, although it hid her flesh, the spandex still clung to her womanly curves. Her breasts were slightly smaller, and she appeared generally less rounded than Britchick.

“I’m here.” Said Britchick “Lets go and lie in wait.”

“Too late Britbitch”, came a gravely voice over an intercom. “Right now, my cronies are preparing my cargo of buxom sex slaves to take to my secret space station hideaway. Soon I will have an army of sluts to do as I please. Mwa ha ha ha ha ha. You’ll never get to my underground shuttle bay in time.”

“Big mistake!” said Britchick. “Quickly, Scarlet Claw, to the underground lair.” She ran around to the back of the mansion. She couldn’t help noticing that the Claw was short of breath. Could it be that one of the greatest heroines of the ISF is tiring?

Soon, they found the entrance to the launch pad, steam was rising from it, and a computerised voice could be heard counting down. Britchick jumped into the air, rolled into a ball, and into a perfect cannon ball leap all the way down the launch shaft onto the derelict shuttle.

“Argh, get them” came an enraged cry from within the shuttle. Cronies who had been carrying large metal cabinets the size of coffins – the frozen slaves, Britchick guessed – dropped them and moved to intercept. Britchick of course, was too strong, too fast and soon, all six of the dim-witted guards were unconscious at her feet.

“Sorry boys, you’re not allowed on this ride!” quipped the blond haired heroine.

She heard a thud behind her, and went to intercept, but it was only The Scarlet Claw. She was almost certainly tired now,

“Perhaps you should take it easy” said Britchick. “Get your breath and help these poor women out of their imprisonment. I’ll take Mysoginex.”

She dashed into the fuselage of the shuttle. There wasn’t another soul on board.

“I don’t understand how he could have escaped.” Said Britchick, to no one in particular. “But if I know Mysoginex, it won’t be long before he tries to move again. In the mean time, I’ll help revive some of these women.”

She went to one of the metal cabinets, and with no effort at all ripped the lid off. But instead of a captive woman, there was only a pair of glass bottles and a video screen. The screen flickered on; it was the face of the white haired madman, Mysoginex.

“Greetings Britbitch, I’m so glad you bit my bait. I would be there to gloat in person, but I am currently on my secret space station making the final preparations for your arrival.”

Behind her, the shuttle door slammed shut and a grating of gears and levers could be heard.

“Now, we will shortly be making final preparations for take off. However, the cabin staff are serving extra strong tranquilliser for your enjoyment. Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha.”

A hiss escaped from the bottles, as the colourless gas began to fill the cabin. Even with her super strength, she couldn’t withstand two canisters of the Tranquilliser. A door to the cockpit of the shuttle opened. There stood The Scarlet Claw. She was wearing an oxygen mask. How did she know? It didn’t take Donna Dudley’s intelligence to guess that the Claw had sold Britchick out. With a surge of anger, Britchick went to attack her betrayer, however all that happened was that she bounded into her, knocking her slightly off balance. The Tranquilliser was seeping at her strength, making her weak. The Claw was able to roll over on top of her, and restrain her by laying on top of her, shoving her smaller, yet still ample bosom into the face of the less than bright super heroine.

“I’m sorry.” Said the Claw “But this is the only hope I have of living any kind of life.”

Britchick couldn’t protest any more instead, she just lay there with the heaving breasts burying her face as the last echoes of consciousness left her system.

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Her eyes slowly flickered open. It was night, wherever she was. It was cool too. She could feel the breeze of air conditioning against her nipples…

Nipples? Panic suddenly engulfed her; she tried to clear her vision as she looked down. The thong and bikini top lay at her feet. She tried to gasp, but discovered a ball shaped obtrusion in her mouth. She also realised that her hands and feet were shackled. Fortunately, the optimist in her realised that her mask was still on her face, and the cool sensation of metal against her naked waist meant that Mysoginex had left the belt intact as well.

Good thought Britchick that means when the rest of the tranc wears off, I’ll be able to kick some arse, starting with that treacherous minx.

“Ah, greetings, you are awake then.” Mocked a voice from behind her. It was Mysoginex. Half of his face was eclipsed with a large burn. The rest of his skin seemed a deathly shade of white.

“Welcome to my Space Station HQ” he continued.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream, or even try to talk, Britchick just scowled at him.

“You’re probably wondering what you’re doing here. Well, I engineered my escape from prison 6 months ago. You see, before you interrupted my plans, I was nearing a breakthrough in my quest for the fountain of youth. I discovered a new form of energy that is exerted by the female during sex. Sex emits but one small fraction of the energy, but on average one dose reverses the aging process. To put it another way, during sex women become 0.000000001 second younger. Theoretically, the energy could be stockpiled to such a degree that dozens of years can be taken off in one sitting.”

A door hissed behind him, and a very sheepish Scarlet Claw stepped into the chamber. She looked at her own feet, and couldn’t bring herself to face her. Immediately, Britchick tried to lunge at her, but the heavy chains wouldn’t snap.

Strange thought Britchick I’d say that most of the Tranc was out of my system now… why isn’t the Britbelt working?

Britchick repressed her concern when she saw a smile creep onto Mysoginex’s face. “Please don’t be angry with the Claw here you see, in Superheroine terms, she is old. About 38. She attempted to stop my arrival here 6 months ago, but my goons were too much for her. Even 2 years ago I’d imagine she’d have been able to stop them. That’s when I came up with my little plan. I’ve promised her unlimited access to my Youth Machine once I get it going. In return she had to lure you onto the booby trapped shuttle.”

“I only need to go back 10 years!” insisted The Claw. “I just want to be young enough to start a new, real li-“ before she could finish her defence she looked at Britchick for the first time since she stepped into the chamber.

“What have you done to her? This, this is utterly humiliating for her.”

“Oh, her current wardrobe status?” Taunted Mysoginex

“Whatever” said The Claw, defeated “Just tell me when the machine is ready.”

“Foolish bint!” laughed Mysoginex. “You really think I would restore your youth and send you on your way to interfere with my future plans? No, I still have need of you. Ladies, allow me to introduce you both to my partner in this grand scheme – The Dominatrix Queen!

Another chamber door opened, and six men in leather suits stepped out. They then fell to their knees on either side of the door, and the Queen sauntered out. She had brilliant red hair, and intense green eyes to match. Although her breasts looked to be the same size as Britick’s, she seemed about a foot shorter. She seemed to excrete dignity from every pore. Perhaps that’s because prostrated before her were 6 gimps. She was clad in a purple leather corset with matching gloves and boots.

“Ah” she said in a strict voice “I see my pets have done a good job of tying up our guest. Do I still get the other one?”

“But of course my dear.” Said Mysoginex. “I’m looking forward to seeing your results.”

“Damn you!” said The Claw as the gimps rose up and advanced on her. “We had a deal!”

“Oh we still do, good lady.” Said Mysoginex. “You will have free access to the Youth machine – as a rat in my lab. Kya ha ha ha ha ha.”

A look of panic seemed to cross over her face, then it was suddenly eclipsed by a look of relief. “Well, it doesn’t matter what you think. The tranc is wearing off. Britchick will destroy you now!”

“No, my dear, you misunderstand. You are almost as dense as she is. Why would I bring the one woman in all the world who has defeated me to my secret base, to the heart of my operation? Because it is the only place where I can defeat HER. You see, after I was captured, my cronies sent me readings from my lab, which were still being taken when Bitchchick fought my minions. They revealed that her belt was the key to her power.”

Britchick began to thrash about desperately. So what if he knew about the belt? Her powers should be kicking in any time now.

“I studied them closely. I shan’t bore your puny brain with the details, but the bottom line is, whenever she wears that belt she is the most powerful woman on earth. What happens when you take her away? Not the woman away from the belt, but the woman, and the belt, away from the world. That’s right, her powers are useless here.”

“Mmmmmmffff Mmmmff Mfffffffff” said Britchick.

As before, The Scarlet Claw was too slow and was no match for the Queen’s gimps. The began to tug at her spandex catsuit as they wrestled her to the ground.

“You see.” Continued the madman “I have two experiments. To test which type of sex emits the most energy, that I have labelled ‘Mysogium radiation’, there will be two test subjects. He moved his hand towards the struggling Britchick. “Subject A will be a test of non-consensual sex. Subject B will be… far more accommodating.”

“Never!” said Scarlet “You can strip me naked, you can humiliate me, but you can never own my mind.”

The Dominatrix Queen laughed. “Oh my little pet, I will own your mind body and soul. I am the greatest Dominatrix who ever lived. Kangaroo Girl, Mighty Babe, and the Fantastic Angel have all been unmasked and used. They had guts alright, even more spunk than you. But when the time was right, each one of them removed their masks or put on their glasses and gave themselves fully to me. The same will be said of you!”

“Nooooooooooo” screamed the Claw as the last of her suit was torn from her body. Her body was supple and firm. Although it wasn’t as curvaceous as that of Britchick, there wasn’t a wrinkle or an inch of cellulite on her body. Even the hair above her sex was immaculately shaved short, unlike Britchick’s bald pussy.

“Take her away – its time to win her over!” said the Queen.

Britchick began to sweat on The Scarlet Claw’s behalf. What she did to Britchick could never be forgiven, but the heroines mentioned were some of the greatest in the ISF, The Scarlet Claw in her feeble state would be no match for the colossal will of the same women who could steal the mind of three legendary Heroines!

As the gimps dragged Scarlet into the Queen’s chambers, Mysoginex turned to Britchick. “And now, you!” he tormented. .

He pressed a button, and a large metallic robot appeared. It was 7 feet tall and completely angular. Mysoginex cackled with glee as the robot unhooked Britchick from her hook on the wall, and carried her off to another chamber in the labyrinth like space station. The robot was ice cold, and Britchick’s skin erupted in goosebumps at the sensation of touching the metallic menace. They were now in another chamber. Every surface was covered in computer consoles.

“Welcome to by laboratory/control centre. From this point, I control the orbit of the space station. We are out just of orbit just enough to prevent your bimbo belt from ruining my scheme.”

He pressed some more buttons, and the robot forced her into a dentist’s chair, except it lacked any kind of padding whatsoever, nor was any kind of seat at all What it did have however, were shackles. Hard and heavy shackles. She struggled pointlessly as they were snapped against her wrists and ankles. Her legs were wide apart. She struggled repeatedly, but the metal bindings wouldn’t give way. She was truly, truly helpless.

Mysoginex then reached behind her head and removed the ball gag that was trapped there.

“Believe it or not, Britbitch, I’m not some S and M enthusiast like my colleague. We won’t be needing the gag.”

“You’ll never get away with defiling me!” said Britchick.

A hurt look appeared on Mysoginex’ face. “You mean… you think I’m going to impose myself upon you, like some thug rapist?”

“Well… I…” said Britchick. Could it be? She thought. Could this scum be showing compassion?

“I would never do such a thing.” Said Mysoginex, literally with his hand on his heart.

“But the experiment…” said Britchick, a quiver of hope in her voice. Would this test be nothing more than the extraction of a DNA sample?

“I don’t get physically involved with my test subjects. It isn’t subjective plus its unprofessional, reckless and in other cases, dangerous.”

Britchick thanked fate.

“My robot on the other hand…” said Mysoginex “Has no emotional attachment, is completely professional, and the danger to me is reduced.”

“Noooooo!” she said. She looked over at the Robot, specifically its groin. All that was there was a plug socket.

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll get very familiar with this attachment in no time at all”. In Mysoginex’s hand was a 12 inch dildo. Britchick’s eyes widened with fear. She had never had anything that big inside her. Mysoginex then walked over to a cupboard that contained bottles and bottles of a white liquid.

“Horse semen” said Mysoginex. “A very good price too. You’ll be very familiar with the stuff soon.” He then took the cap of the jar and connected it to the dildo, before walking over and plugging it into the robot. Britchick guessed that there was about a pint of the stuff in there. This was like some hideous nightmare.

“Oh I almost forgot.” said Mysoginex.

He pulled a trolley closer to the side of the chair. One of the pieces of equipment on it was a metal box, with two electrodes attatched to it. Mysoginex attached each one to each nipple.

“Electro stimulation, I believe this will amplify the level of Mysogium Radiation” He explained. He pressed a button, and the box buzzed for a second, before sending micro jolt after jolt of electricity to Britchicks pert breasts. Each jolt hurt, but there was also a tiny amount of pleasure incurred from the experiment.

“Yes, yes, all goes according to plan.” Said Mysoginex. Although he no longer had the attention of Britchick, he continued to prattle on. He rested his hand on the machine next to the semen storage cabinet. “This will be where your precious sexual energy will be harnessed. This is my Youth Fountain. But enough talk. Let the experiment begin.”

He entered some commands and the robot lurched over to her. Its artificial phallus started to buzz and whir. Britchick was even too frightened to close her eyes as the impliment forced its way into her tight sex. She screamed as her pussy was probed by the cybernetic dick.

“Yes, yes… excellent, excellent.” Mysoginex said from the control panel.

Mysoginex hadn’t programmed the robot with any romantic subroutines. The robot was mechanical and unfeeling. Instead of easing its ‘manhood’ in and out of Britchick, it simply forced all of its 12 inches into her pussy, and stood there, vibrating. As Britchick lie there writhing in a mixture of helplessness and pleasure, the electrical jolts seemed to intensify.

Wait! she managed to think between waves of pleasure and pain If I can deny… this… cretin my orgasm… then I can still win.

She grabbled the metal bar that qualified for arm rests, and grabbed it with all her might. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine something else, anything else that could control her orgasm.

“Ah, trying to fight, eh Bratbitch? Well, lets just put an end to that right here and now.£ Upping the amplification voltage, the rate of electricity being transferred into her nipples and its increased, as did the polar sensations of agony and pleasure. Then, she heard the sound of a dial being turned, and not only did the cock inside her vibrate, but it now began to thrust inside and outside of her like a piston. Aside from the slick leather surface and her own sweat, Britchick could feel something else there. She was aroused, her orgasm was imminent – she was losing/.

“That’s right my dear, I am winning. Your orgasms will now, and forever more shatter the scythe of the grim reaper and turn back the clock. Mwa ha ha ha ha ha”

She continued to writhe in the midst of the robots assault. She would have liked to admit that it was because she was trying to free herself, but her body was actually in the throes of pleasure. Deep down she knew that each squirm and moan was a betrayal to herself and her role as Britain’s favourite super-heroine. But she was starting to care less and less, as she desired release more and more.

“Nggggyaaaahhh” she finally reached her climax, and her juices squirted all over the still vibrating leather phallus. Unlike a the real thing, it didn’t react to the sensation of the orgasm, instead it just kept pounding and pounding relentlessly.

“It’s time!” said Mysoginex, and slammed his fist down hard on a red button on the robot remote. In spurts of about three seconds, the cyber-phallus emptied the entire pint of horse semen into her prone womb. When it had finally stopped, it pulled out, leaving Britchick twitching as the electrodes on her nipples sent judders of pleasure through her body.

“It worked!” exclaimed Mysoginex “It worked! That energy from that exchange will reverse the ageing process by half a second!”

“End this…” pleaded Britchick “Your s.scheme works. Lemme go”

“Oh no, oh no no no” said Mysoginex. “You see, this doesn’t end yet. We have yet to establish the energy level omitted by… anal sex!”

Britchick was too drained to scream.

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The Scarlet Claw was still kicking and squirming in vain against the iron grip of the Dominatrix Queen’s Gimps. Her sweaty skin provided no lubrication against their leather clad hands. She felt utter regret at what she had done. Not only had she betrayed her best friend, but she in turn had been betrayed.

The gimps forced her to her knees, and the Queen wrapped a tight leather collar around her neck. She took a step back and nodded to her henchmen.

“Release her.” she instructed. The gimps stepped away The Scarlet Claw saw this as a chance for escape. She lunged towards the Dominatrix, ready to take her out.

Perhaps beating her will demoralise the gimps and then I can go free Britchick she thought as she ran.

The Queen was holding a remote, and coolly pressed the button, unconcerned with the mad woman running towards her. Her body erupted into spasms of pain as intense electrical current was sent through her body.

“You will never try that again.” Said the Queenas the Scarlet Raven thrashed around on the floor.

“G-g-go t-t-to h…”

“I designed the collars to send the maximum amount of current to cause pain without causing long term damage. It hurts like hell, but your body will be able to endure it all day. Now, you will never try that again.”

The pain was intense – how could something this painful not eventually kill her? Still, the Queen wasn’t bluffing. She might as well end the pain.

“O-ok” said The Claw.

“Say it!” demanded the Queen

“I-I w-w-will never try anything like that again.” The disgraced heroine said.

The Queen turned her device off and The Scarlet Claw became still.

“Now, this is the arrangement. You will now wear this collar until I instruct otherwise. If you attempt to remove it, it will dispense a current that can only be stopped by remote. You will obey my every instruction. Failure to do so will result in punished. Clear?”

The Scarlet Claw nodded meekly.

“Good.” Said the Queen “Now, for the standing orders. At all times I am to be referred to as Mistress. Whenever we are in each other’s presence, you will kneel before me and stay there until I instruct you otherwise. Clear?”

“Y-yes Mistress” said Scarlet.

“Now, lets begin. Stand up.”

Gingerly, yet promptly, Scarlet rose to her feet

The queen turned her back on the Claw.

“Unzip me.” Fearing another attack if she didn’t, with shaky hands Claw obeyed the order. But, she could guess what was about to follow, and she didn’t like it one bit. The fact was that she wasn’t a lesbian. In fact, it was her hunger for men that was part of the reason why she conspired with Mysoginex in the first place. She couldn’t let any man get too close, because the world of a super-heroine was a dangerous one for most people. By turning back the clock, she would end her days as the Claw and find a man, and live a normal life.

The Queen pushed the leather corset down to the ground and turned to face The Claw again. After wrestling with the Gimps, and being zapped by the queen, The Claw never took the time to study her captors figure. Simply put her breasts were massive, possibly bigger than Britchick’s. The Queen ran her leather clad hand over the massive orbs and caressed her own hardening nipples.

“You like them? They are 3.3 million pounds of British taxpayer’s money.” Said the Dominatrix.

“I don’t understand…” began the Claw.

“Of course you don’t pet. Three years ago, I was the owner of a London S and M club. The money was good, but there were no… challenges. The only people who came were frustrated executives who wanted me to spank them like children for half an hour. It was most… unrewarding. No challenges made me a dull girl. One night, a slightly younger man visited me. He wasn’t a client, but an employer. They wanted to turn me into an interrogator. I was given an official place in the secret service, my own chamber with my own toys… …the only downside, if you could call it that was that I had to have my mammary glands modified.”

She kneaded her massive tits together from the large pink nipples, a small squirt of milk dripped out.

“In small doses, my breast milk is addictive. In large doses, it permanently alters the make up of the user’s mind. They become completely subservient with no concept of self. Now, large or small – which should it be?”

“No, this is sick.” said The Claw

“Well, lets get going and see where we end up.” Said the Queen. As if it were an after thought, she pressed a button on her remote (now attached to her belt) and sent three seconds of agony into her captive’s system.

“Never try to refuse me anything again. Gimp if you would.”

One of the Gimps stepped forward with a leather piano stool. With a long and exaggerated movement, The Dominatrix Queen sat down.

“Crawl to me now my pet.” Said the Queen. As if she were taking her last steps with any dignity, The Scarlet Claw slowly crawled over to her captor.

“Now, you will suckle from me and only stop when I instruct. Clear?”

“But… I…” the Claw began to protest, but her tormentor was ahead of her. Jamming her switch, another brief jolt electrified her body. She fell forward, mouth open, where the bondage siren then forced her right nipple into her mouth.

Ugh, this is utterly sick thought The Claw as the warm breast milk filled her mouth. The milk had a bittersweet taste. What kind of sick bitch would it take to let a complete stranger suck her tits and… sample her marvellous milk! Oh god! This is the most delectable thing I have ever tasted.

She began to suck harder now, trying to get as much of the white fluid as her mouth could take.

“Good” said The Queen, squeezing free nipple “Mmmmm you touch is divine… what to do, oh what to do. No I want your mind. Stop now.”

“Mfffff” said The Claw in protest. However out of fear of another shock, she took one last gulp and stopped, the white fluid spilling from her mouth, down to her own slightly smaller bosom.

“Good pet, you’re learning.” Said The Queen. “Now, I can give you a second feeding after you do something for me.”

Immediately realising what this could mean, The Claw reached for her tattered mask, but her hand was stopped by the Queen’s.

“Not yet, pet. You’re removing that mask as part of a bargain. When I allow you to give it me, I want it to be because you want me rather than what some scientist gave me.”

Not really understanding, The Claw meekly nodded.

“Then what am I to do Mistress?”

“Lay down for me.” Commanded the Queen. The Claw promptly obeyed. The Queen got up off her chair, and stood over her, one leg either side of her. She stood directly over The Claw, and in a graceful movement lowered herself so that her neatly shaven crotch was just inches from her face.

“You will pleasure me orally. If you satisfy me, you get more milk. Refuse, and you get another shock. Now begin.”

Gingerly at first, The Claw licked against the entrance of the Domme’s sex. As she licked at the pussy, Claw repressed any shame she felt. Although she had never tasted a woman’s juices before, she new that by pleasuring The Dominatrix Queen, she would be able to suckle her sweet vitalising nectar again.

The Dominatrix queen stirred, twisting her dampening crotch in The Claw’s face.

“Deeper, faster.” She commanded.

At the idea of no electric shock, and more milk, The Scarlet claw promptly obeyed. Her tongue probed deeper into her feminine folds, tasting the perspiration that was forming in there, licking as if her life depended on it, until she discovered her new Mistresses clit.

“Oh that’s good. Now keep on.”

As she continued, she realised that sweat was not the only thing being produced by the kink matron’s mound. Suddenly, an exiting idea occurred to her. Perhaps her breast milk wasn’t the only fluid in her body that tasted good?

Now, The Scarlet Claw was like a woman possessed, licking at the clit as if there were no tomorrow. After what seemed to be an eternity, but was in actual fact but a few minutes, the dominatrix shouted something utterly unintelligible but utterly passionate. She orgasmed, and The Scarlet Claw sucked in every single drop of fluid from the dripping mound. Wordlessly, the dominatrix stood up, turned around, and laid on top of The Scarlet Claw, shoving her large tit back into her mouth and allowing the addictive white milk to flow once more.

There can be no other answer thought the Claw as she happily drank from the dominatrix. She IS my Mistress.

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Britchick was now hanging from the roof by her bound wrists as the mad doctor changed the empty canister of horse semen on his robot. Nodding to himself, Britchick decided the best thing she could do would be to clench her buttocks, and deny the madman the pleasure of that one test. However, her strength was no match for the demented robot, and the automaton thrust its vibrating cock straight into her tight ass.

“Arrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh” moaned Britchick. The robot began its relentless assault, stretching her orifice to levels that it had never reached before.

Look at yourself she thought You’ve allowed yourself to be trapped and humiliated to the point where your precious Britbelt is useless.

Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. How could she have been so stupid? Although being in space nullified the power of the Britbelt, it also meant the that it nullified the field that suppresses her intelligence when its in use.

I can’t escape this situation with the strength of Britchick she thought as her anus continued to take its mechanical hammering. I have to use the brains of Donna Dudley!

Looking around, she saw Mysoginex to her side, who was gleefully staring at his metres and dials. What a loser, she thought any other maniac would be revelling in my hot, young, nubile body, but instead he’s getting his stiffy from the readings from his experiment. Of course!

The last piece of her plan sank into place. Britchick relaxed and began to slide up and down the motorised erection. The pain in her anus was blocked by the adrenaline of a new plan. She allowed herself a small moan. At this, Mysoginex looked up.

“What are you doing?” he said aloud.

“Mmmm I tried to pretend…” Said Britchick in the most alluring voice she could muster “That I didn’t like your new toy. In actual fact, when that thing fucks me – oh god – like it’s fucking me now, it satisfies me like no man ever has. How about you crank this bad boy up so it can fuck me like its cyber bitch?”

“Harlot! Bitch! Whore! Slut!” screamed Mysoginex as he powered down his Robot. “You’re not supposed to enjoy this! This is meant to be non-consensual!

“What can a girl say… she has to follow her heart.” Said Britchick apologetically, and with a hint of disappointment as the robo-cock powered down. .

“You realise what this means don’t you?” said Mysoginex. “You’ve ruined six months of planning.”

“Maybe I can help you.” Said Britchick “Power up Tall, Dark and Hardrive here, and I’ll go find you some other chick to probe.”

Mysoginex seemed to calm down slightly. “Alright. But this will be on my terms bitch. You’ll go and find me a specimen, and then you can share my robot with her.”

“But!” protested Britchick.

“Those are my terms!” said the scientist.

“Fine.” Said the heroine.

“Good. You will begin work immediately.” He tapped some controls, and the shackles opened, releasing her to the ground.

He threw her bikini, thong and a towel.

“Dry yourself off, I’ll prep the shuttle for departure.”

Mysoginex, still angry that his original experiment had failed, stormed out of the lab.

Now thought Britchick as she peeled the dried horse semen from her thighs It’s arse kicking time.

She dressed, and went to the control panel for the Station. Firstly she locked the door, then tapped in some commands to the station’s control signal. The entire station lurched, and vibrated, making Britchick’s ample bosom jiggle. The emergency lighting kicked in, and there was a heavy pounding on the door.

As the station fell closer and closer to Earth, Britchick felt herself grow stronger and stronger. When she felt her full strength coarse through her veins once more, she punched through the titanium wall.

“Nooooooo!” yelled Mysoginex, who ran past her and into the control panel.

“No, the rockets aren’t warmed up, I can’t stop us falling. We’ll all die thanks to you.” Hissed the villain.

“Then you better get to an escape pod.”

“Never!” said Mysoginex, and drew a revolver. “I may not be able to kill you with this, but I can slow you down long enough to watch you burn up in the atmosphere with me.”

Britchick was too fast for him and bent the gun in his hand, snapping his fingers like twigs. The anger at her humiliation boiling into sheer rage, she threw him into the sample cupboard, shattering the jars of horse semen. Then, in a wave of horse sperm he fell into the youth machine which then exploded into a shower of intense green energy, 10 times brighter than the dull glow after Britchick’s first ‘session’. The energy was so intense that the table like instrument collapsed into a steaming wreckage. Mysoginex’s broken hand rose, twitched and was still.

“Not much time left.” Said the heroine as she saw the Earth draw near. “Time to save that Judas.”

She ran into the Dominatrix queen chamber, and the Gimps were waiting for her in force. However, they were no match for her might, and were laid out at her feet. Huddled in a corner with a sheet draped over her was the Scarlet Claw. Britchick bent down to face her. Her mask is in tact, so she hadn’t been dominated fully. Thought Britchick.

“Where is The Dominatrix Queen?” asked Britchick.

“Fled…” was all The Claw could say. Despite her betrayal, seeing her in this condition made Britchick feel a little more merciful.

“Come on, we’ll let the ISF deal with you.”

They found another escape pod, and jettisoned back to earth. One hour later, Dr. Mysogniex secret space fortress broke up in the atmosphere.

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Epilogue One

INTERNATIONAL SUPERHERO/HEROINE FEDERATION HQ 2 DAYS LATER

The hall was filled with almost every Superhero and heroine on earth. Mutants both natural and accidental, aliens and just plain skilled mortals filled the rows of the massive auditorium.

There was a flourish of trumpets, and Captain Comet, the space traveller who made Earth is home and formed the ISF stepped forward.

“Would the one known as The Scarlet Raven please step forward.”

Bracing herself, the fallen heroine stepped to face the barrel chested icon.

“You have been charged with conspiring with an evil villain, and betraying our order. How to you plead.”

“Guilty” said The Scarlet Raven.

“Very well. Before I pronounce the punishment selected by the advisory board, Britchick wishes to take the floor. Britchick.”

Britain’s greatest heroine took to the floor, and read from a prepared statement.

“2 days ago, The Scarlet Raven almost betrayed me, and countless others to unspeakable acts of perversion and humiliation. She claimed she has done this, because she feels that old age will soon make her helpless. I understand this, as I have been made to feel helpless myself recently, and frankly I didn’t like it. Because of this, and my desire to keep my ordeal secret, I ask that a lenient punishment is dispensed for one woman’s moment of madness.

“Very well.” Said Captain Comet “The council took this into consideration before hand. We have no desire to see our internal affairs made public, as would surely happen if we handed over the suspect to the authorites. We would become targets for idle tabloid banter, and even worse, villains who take advantage of our rifts, however small. However, this crime cannot go unanswered. It is the judgement of this court, that The Scarlet Raven is banned for life from the ISF. Any crime fighting that you participate in will be counted as vigilantism in the eyes of the law. You will not have access to our resources, and will never work with us in an official capacity. Clear?”

The Claw merely nodded. She reached into her belt and dropped her card on the ground, which was then melted by Captain Comet’s finger heat beam. Defeated, The Scarlet Claw left the HQ for the last time.

Outside, a taxi was waiting for her. She got into the back, where The Dominatrix Queen sat waiting for her.

“They threw me out Mistress.” Said The Scarlet Claw.

“You don’t need them anyway pet, you have me now.” She offered reassuringly.

“I’ll miss Brithick most of all.” Said the Claw.

“There, there pet,” The Dominatrix queen reassured. “You will be reunited with her soon enough, when she joins you at my feet.”

“Really Mistress?” asked The Claw hopefully.

“Of course, I promise. Now drink, and I’ll tell you all about it.” The Dominatrix Queen unleashed one of her voluptuous breasts as the car sped away from The Scarlet Claw’s old life…

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Epilogue Two

CLASSFIED BRITISH OBSERVATION POST.

“You wanted to see me Sergeant?” Asked General Mackenzie

“Yessir, the weird space explosion 48 hours ago has been explained.” Said the officer.

“Let me guess.” Said the cynical General. “Superheroes and villains.”

“Yessir.” Said the Sergeant “Apparently the villain escaped into outer space from jail, Birtichick and The Scarlet Claw went to catch them and the usual farce ensued.

“I’d expect no less.” Said the General “Personally I think those saddos in tights cause more problems than they solve. Still, that Britchick has a nice set on her, what I wouldn’t do if I was 10 years younger.”

“Quite, Sir.” Said the Sergeant. “But there is a discrepancy between their versions of events and our readings on the day.”

“Oh?” said the General

“Well, Britchick claims here that she and the Scarlet Claw escaped in one shuttle, while The Dominatrix Queen, who teamed with the villain in question escaped in an emergency escape module. However, our findings show that a second pod was jettisoned.

“I wouldn’t worry about it.” Said The General “If it wasn’t the nutter’s machinery backfiring, then I’m sure it will a problem for those lunatics in tights to solve.”

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Meanwhile on a small weather beaten Scottish island, a creature is washed up on the shore. It used to be a man, and still is to a certain degree. He wears a the tattered remains of a medical tunic. However, his lower half is completely different. It is the legs of a… Horse! The creature groggily gets to its four feet and breathes in the air, before making a speech.

“Brit Chick, you may have beaten me as Doctor Mysoginex, but now you have to deal with the unrivalled might of… The Centaur!”

The End…?