Note from author (11/29/01)-- I've always been a comic book fan, and wanted my stories to be textually comics instead of short stories. After all, it is the genre I'm writing about. I wanted to see if it was possible to have the characters and stories expand and grow with each new installment. Therefore, some of the things you read may not reveal their purpose until later chapters. I must admit, however, sometimes writers really don't know where their stories are going, until the characters take them there. Anyway, I thank everyone who has supported me through emails and chats so far, and I would especially like to thank Mr. X. for graciously letting me post my comic book experiment on his fantastic site. And congratulations on winning those Signy Awards.

Previously on Comet Girl: Lady Liberty is rendered unconscious from knock gas, and is taken to Milkman's hideout. The Skull, mortally wounded during his last encounter with Scarlet Agent, takes over the body of Comet Girl's ex-boyfriend, and becomes the new villain Violator. He learns of Comet Girl's origin from the ex-boyfriend's memories, and realizes Becky, a.k.a. Comet Girl, would be a powerful source of energy to drain. Knowing he could not defeat the super heroine in his weakened state, he captures his old friend Dr. Schneider, who is an expert on the strange radiation that had given Comet Girl her powers. When Violator learns that the same radiation also dramatically altered the doctor's gender (he's a woman now!), Violator changes his plans, and brainwashes the attractive doctor instead. And no, you will not be quizzed on this later.

Pasteur watched his twin brother Louis run his hand through Lady Liberty's beautiful black hair. Except for his mother, he had never been this close to a real woman before. Their morphing powers were really no substitute for a real woman's touch, he thought. There's something about the way a woman feels, the way she smells, and the way that she moves that cannot be imitated by a super power. So Pasteur continued watching intently as his brother carefully examined all the sensual curves on Lady Liberty's wondrous body. On occasion, Louis morphed parts of his body to look like the unconscious heroine's. They had already decided that Louis would have the opportunity to explore, study, and copy the helpless heroine, while Pasteur watched from a distance.

Pasteur's reward for patience was his chance to personally critique his brother's mimicking skills later that day, when their parents were busy with the real Lady Liberty. Pasteur's adolescent hormones flared as he thought about his pending night of sexual bliss. Neither brother had ever experienced a super heroine before, and the thought was almost maddening--even if the experience would actually be with each other instead. In fact, the feeling was so intense that Pasteur's erection would surely have been showing, if it had not been for his complete body control. Pasteur was always better at controlling his body functions, which is why he usually was assigned the female roles in their secret sex games. But this time the twins agreed that Lady Liberty's body had the artistic form that only Louis could duplicate with his morphing powers.

So Louis took an old pair of dull scissors from a nearby stainless steel tray. He began to crudely cut down the front of Lady Liberty's outfit in order to prepare the heroine for her upcoming milking. The fabric reluctantly tore away as Louis was forced to rip and tug at the costume. Once completed, he propped up Lady Liberty with his arm and slowly revealed her shapely breasts to his brother Pasteur. He measured Erica's beautiful and firm breasts with his other hand, and then jutted out his own chest.

"What do you think? I think she's a 38B," he announced as he formed a perfect duplicate of Lady Liberty's bare chest. Louis shook his newly created breasts from side to side as the boobs playfully bumped into each other. He had to hold them steady, however, so that Pasteur could compare the fakes to the real ones. He watched his brother look several times between him and Lady Liberty. Louis was extremely happy when Pasteur finally nodded his head in agreement. He knew it was difficult to judge the heroine's true size, because her super thin waist made her chest appear two cup sizes greater.

Louis watched his brother's reaction as he pulled over some of the fabric between Lady Liberty's legs, to reveal part of her perfectly shaven pussy. Louis grinned mischievously as he pushed his middle finger into Erica's vagina, measuring its depth and tightness. His unlubricated finger fought its way into her womanhood as the powerful muscles inside nearly crushed the finger.

"Got it," announced Louis triumphantly as he finally pushed his middle finger completely into the sleeping heroine. He smirked evilly, and jokingly said in Lady Liberty's own voice, "Oh Pasteur, I want you. I want you inside me now."

"Louis, quit clowning around. We should get her strapped in before father's guest arrives."

"But don't you want me, Pasteur? Aren't I sexy enough for you?" Louis asked as he transformed into a complete copy of the unconscious heroine by his feet. He began to pose seductively in front of his brother, looking like Lady Liberty. He was completely nude as he bent forward, grabbing his ankles. The fake Liberty's breasts dangled from her chest as they cried out for Pasteur's attention. Her moist ruby red lips, however, begged for his manhood.

"Later, okay," insisted Pasteur, knowing that there would not be enough time for games now.

So each boy transformed into an older, stronger looking man and reached down to pick up the slumbering heroine. They were the same men Erica fought in the alley minutes before she was knock unconscious. The two men easily lifted Lady Liberty's body onto the examination bed next to them. While the heroine remained reposed, Louis readjusted each half of her ruined outfit to reveal even more of her shapely bosom. Under normal circumstances, men like these wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of an unconscious heroine like Lady Liberty. Many thugs and criminals fantasize about an opportunity such as the one the twins had. Unfortunately for Erica, the twins' father had something even more sinister in mind for the young woman.

Because of this, the brothers simply morphed back into their true forms, instead of raping the distressed heroine. The disappointed boys began strapping the bare-chested Erica down. The two teenagers moved her limp arms above her head, and secured them with thick leather restraints at the top of the bed. They tried to be quick, but had some trouble with her bracelets. So they removed them, as well as her red shin high boots and her magic amulet. They took a thin leather belt and tightly fastened it across her forehead. An identical looking piece was fitted under her supple breasts to keep her motionless, just in case she regained consciousness earlier than expected. In tandem, the twins completed Lady Liberty's capture by placing her ankles in thick leather rings near the bottom of the slightly tilted bed.

Pasteur then took a small triangular shaped device from the tray next to him, while Louis carefully lifted up Lady Liberty's pelvis. Using the small plastic straps attached, Pasteur looped the device around Lady Liberty's curvaceous hips, and positioned the triangular object slightly over her clitoris. The boys argued over who would get to turn the machine on, but creased their debate when their mother walked down the stairs. She smiled happily, reached between them, and flipped the small switch on the device. The small machine began to hum like a vibrator as it sent short sonic waves into Erica's pelvis region, causing her to buck slightly. The twins' mother gracefully danced around the bound heroine like a little girl who had just gotten a desired gift.

"Go upstairs boys. I have some business to conduct," said the mother. She watched the twins happily run upstairs. She had no idea that the bound heroine's thrashing hips made her sons very excited. The mother also was unaware that they were getting ready to start some or their own fun upstairs. So she turned to Lady Liberty as the boys closed the basement door. The woman watched the young heroine regain consciousness as the mechanical stimulation slowly negated the effects of the knock-out gas.

"W-w-where am I?" asked Lady Liberty. She felt surprisingly weak and somehow sexually aroused as she struggled with the restraints binding her wrists. She quickly realized that the device attached to her hips was slowly robbing her of her strength as it continued to stimulate her sexually. Her entire pelvis region continued to move uncontrollably with the rhythm of the sonic stimulator.

"So how does it feel to be at the total mercy of your captor?" asked the twins' mother. She grabbed a small controller from the metal tray next to Lady Liberty. As she turned the dial on the controller clockwise, the device at Erica's midsection began to hum at a higher pitch. Her hips began to dance up and down even more as the leather straps across her forehead, waist, and ankles held the rest of her body in place.

Lady Liberty felt like she was being slowly lowered onto a bucking bronco as the device sent tiny sonic pulses into her clitoris. She never experienced anything like this before. No man, no creature, no one had ever made her feel so total aroused and helpless. All her muscles contracted and released with each passing sound wave. Lady Liberty fought hard to stop herself from moaning, but she was utterly powerless to stop the intense stimulation racing throughout her ravaged body.

"Why are you doing this?" she demanded to know. She couldn't believe that she was actually getting turned on by such a tiny machine.

"We're making you body think it's pregnant by raising your estrogen levels. I know it's humiliating at first, but you'll soon grow to like it."

"W-w-who are you, and oooohhh, w-w-why are you doing this?" whimpered the normally resolute heroine. The sexual tension started to build inside her. The intense feeling started with from her clit, and moved through all parts of her weakened body. A flood of emotions crashed into her mind as her hormones flared out of control.

Liberty's captor morphed into a younger version of herself, complete with a mask and costume. She looked directly into Lady Liberty face and said, "My name is Jane Borden, but I was known as Chameleon Girl when the original Lady Liberty came to me for help. She must have been your age, I think. We agreed to temporarily join forces, because she was new to crime fighting. It was suppose to be an easy mission, but we were outsmarted by the Milkman. Both of us were captured, and milked like animals countless times. But then that coward Liberty escaped, she knowingly left me behind."

"It's not t-t-true. Milkman told h-h-her you were killed," protested Lady Liberty. She then let out a sensual moan as the first climax took her by surprise.

"Shut up whore! That bitch ran away and left me here to suffer, because she couldn't handle it!" Jane unsuccessfully tried to block out the painful memories of the numerous rapes and miscarriages her husband caused her over the years. "Now it's your turn to suffer."

"But you're stronger. H-h-help me, and we will run away t-t-together," Liberty said as she held back another pending climax. The monumental effort used up most of her remaining willpower though.

"I have to go back upstairs to greet a guest," she said, trying to ignore the trapped heroine.

"But don't worry. I'll turn the sonic stimulator to full, so you won't get lonely, " Jane added as she turned the knob on the control all the way to the right. She then patted Lady Liberty on the tummy, and walked away. She knew she could never run away from her husband. He knew too much about her now. And how could the world except a heroine that has been so defeated as Chameleon Girl?

She transformed herself back into the typical looking suburban housewife, and shamefully walked up the stairs slowly. Fortunately for her, the simple transformation concealed all her previous tears before would enter the living room, where her husband would be. When she reached top of the stairs, she looked down into the basement laboratory and saw Lady Liberty struggling as finally the second of many climaxes took her remaining will. It was an extremely intense sight to see as the young heroine thrust her hips up and down like an animal in forced heat . Her restraints, however, kept the helpless woman from escaping or removing the device that pounded endless waves of ecstasy into her womanhood.

Meanwhile, Milkman was upstairs reclining in his Lazyboy, drinking a tall glass of whole milk. He looked over the contracts on his coffee table one more time. He was so intent on his work, that he didn't notice his sons racing up the stairs to their bedroom. He also ignored Kimberly Li on the television. The reporter was giving late breaking news about a shootout at the Metrocity airport. She reported that a crime fighter named Knight Hawk stopped a shipment of firearms from entering the country today. The television showed images of smoke, fire, and lots of gun holes in the back wall of the airport terminal behind the reporter. When Milkman finally looked up at the news report, he was only able to see several battered criminals being pushed into squad cars.

The door bell rang as Milkman finished his glass of milk. He set the empty glass down before walking to the front door. He peered through the peek hole, and saw two dark figures outside wearing black leather dusters. Milkman let the two figures inside his quaint suburban home. The two strangers entered quickly and purposefully. One of the figures introduced himself as Violator, while the other figure removed quietly her coat.

That woman with Violator wore a very skimpy costume underneath the duster. The outfit was a two piece bikini covered with patriotic colors and stars. It was the exact outfit the original Lady Liberty wore when she was alive. It was a well known fact that The Skull murdered the original heroine, so Milkman knew this woman had to be an imposter. He was surprised, however, at how authentic she looked. As Violator took the duster from the imposter Liberty, Milkman smiled, knowing that the real Liberty was only a few feet below moaning in untold sexual pleasure.

Just then, Jane walked into the room and saw Lady Liberty, the one that left her all those years ago. Angry grew within her as years of penned up rage came to the surface. She instantly morphed into a beast that was half man and half cat. She quickly and violently leaped at the lookalike super heroine. Milkman's wife threw the figure to the ground and almost ripped the woman's throat. But Violator hit her with his black baton and sent her flying into the glass coffee table, which shattered into pieces.

"You'll have to excuse my wife Jane. You didn't tell us you'd be bringing a guest, let alone this Lady Liberty imposter. You see, she had a grudge with the original Liberty years ago," said the Milkman. He helped his wife up, and commanded her to change back into something more presentable.

"This imposter is the reason I'm purchasing your Lady Liberty power serum," said Violator. "I'm going to use her to capture Comet Girl."

"I heard about this Comet Girl. She's new to Metrocity, right? Well, unfortunately The Skull used up all the Liberty serum years ago. So when you called requesting some serum, we kidnapped the current Lady Liberty in order to make more. She's downstairs right now getting prepped for the milking," said Milkman excitedly.

"Excellent, I want to watch you despoil her of all that milk. I'm also willing to pay extra if you tape the procedure. But first, tell me how the serum works," said Violator suspiciously.

"It's very simple really. Have you noticed that most super children don't manifest powers until their teens? If they didn't, imagine the super tantrums the world would suffer through. Well what happens if their mothers are super heroines like Lady Liberty, who have super invulnerability? That baby would have to get temporary super powers in order to survive even the simplest of motherly functions. But where do they get these powers? Well during birth, it's obviously through the umbilical cord. And when breast feeding, it's through the breast milk. If you harvest the milk, and purify it; anybody, not just a super child, would be granted temporary super powers. And that is how the serum works."

"But how do you make the heroine give milk without impregnating them?" asked Violator, pointing his index finger at Milkman. He didn't enjoy the thought of having to wait for Milkman to impregnate Lady Liberty. Although he wouldn't mind volunteering for the procedure if it were required.

"Well, we first introduce high levels of prolactin, which causes the body to produce milk. We then introduce oxytocin, which causes her body to release what is produced. Of course we still have to massage the mammary glands to get the milk flowing. It usually takes 1-4 weeks to start milk production in a normal woman, but with a super heroine and my machine, we get instant results. And believe me, the process is quite fun to watch, since the high level of hormones act like a mild intoxicant. But I must admit, sometimes the old fashion method is fun too," Milkman said as he winked at his wife Jane, who simple bowed her head in shame.

Milkman escorted everyone currently in the room to the basement stairs. As he opened the door, the captivated audience was greeted by countless moans of erotic pleasure coming from the bound Lady Liberty downstairs. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, she went unconscious from the sensual rapture that overpowered her. Despite her unconscious state, the sonic stimulator continued to force the heroine's hips to thrust upward.

Milkman stared evilly at the bound heroine in his basement. He put on a pair of thin latex gloves, and grabbed a small tube of gel from the table next to the examination bed. The villain smeared some of the gel into his finger and spread it across Lady Liberty's wondrous chest. Milkman and Violator watched carefully as Erica's breasts became instantly erect and her nipples began to harden.

Satisfied with the reaction, the mad Milkman walked around the table to a large pumping machine. Milkman picked up one of the clear hoses coming off the machine, and looked inside the funnel like object at the end. He smeared a little gel around the edge of the funnel, and placed a little along each of tiny rollers inside. The villain examined the rollers systematically to insure they swiveled properly. The wicked man then fitted the funnel shaped cone on Erica's unprotected breast, and pressed the primer bottom assigned to that hose. The cone hummed as it swallowed the heroine's entire breast into its airtight mouth, while Milkman continued to explain his fantastic machine to his client Violator.

"The gel is where we introduce the prolactin, and the oxytocin will be administered just before pumping starts," explained the villain as he repeated the priming procedure on Erica's other breast. He then walked to a small video camera and pressed the record button.

Meanwhile, Pasteur was carefully looking and listening outside his bedroom door for any sign of his parents. His brother Louis was inside the room, on his bed, looking like Liberty Lady prior to her bout with the sonic stimulator. Pasteur was amazed at the detail his brother put into his rendition of the unconscious heroine. Louis even copied the jagged cut that he had made along the front of her outfit. Pasteur could help but occasionally watch the duplicate's breasts moved up and down slowly as his brother Louis faked shallow breathing.

When Pasteur was certain the basement door was closed, he went back into the room. He walked over to his brother's bed, and sat beside the copy of Lady Liberty. He took the rope string from a nearby bath robe, and loosely wrapped one end of the fabric around Lady Liberty's wrists. He then used the remainder of the rope to secure the captured heroine's wrists to the old metal headboard above her head.

Pasteur placed his hands on her breasts and made the fact Lady Liberty whimper helplessly. He squeezed her tits gently, yet firmly, as the heroine arched her back forward. The supple orbs moved compliantly with every movement Pasteur made. He looked into the beautiful woman's face, forgetting that it was really his brother's. The young teenager then grabbed the defeated woman by the chin and placed hers lips to his. She struggled, but he forced her to kiss him.

"No, Pasteur," she said. "You know the rules. Adults only!"

"Damn it all. So who do you want me to be tonight? Maybe Kimberly Li again," he said harshly as he transformed himself into a naked copy of the Asian beauty. She crawled on top of Lady Liberty, and slowly ran her nipples across the duplicate heroine's chest. Both women's nipples hardened instinctively, as their breasts playfully tagged each other back and forth. Kim's long silky hair fell across the heroine's face as she grimaced in dissatisfaction.

"Could you be someone else tonight?" asked Louis in his own voice, which was strange coming from Lady Liberty's lips. "I really like the idea of being trapped by a man."

"Captured, huh? Well how about Seymour Johnson--genius turned super criminal?" asked Pasteur sarcastically as he morphed into to scrawny geek with thick nerd glasses, a mouth full of metal braces, and an oily complexion that you could deep fry with.

"Hey, baby," said the geek. "You wanna see more o' my johnson?"

Lady Liberty laughed at the comment. She then moaned as the nerd started to lick her breasts. She felt him gorged on her ripe nipples, while his tongue teased them slightly. But just as he was getting into it, the heroine formed an extra set of arms which pushed the unsuspecting Seymour off the bed.

The nerd landed with a thump as he transformed back into Pasteur.

"Come on. You didn't like that?" asked the angry brother.

"Don't you remember when I was Seymour last week. Your nipple got stuck in my teeth, and we had to rip ourselves apart."

"Shit! Well you pick then," complained Pasteur.

"How about...Jamal? You always like it when I'm Jamal."

"I don't know, Liberty was kinda tight down there."

"That's just because she's got super strength."

Pasteur hesitantly turned himself into Jamal Jackson, the All-Pro linebacker from the Golem City Gargoyles. Jamal was one massive mound of muscles. His shoulders were like blocks of concrete, and his biceps were as big as pythons. Sweat beaded off the tall African-American's large pectoral muscles and rolled down his ribbed abs. All his large muscles, however, couldn't take anyone's attention away from the football player's huge uncircumcised penis, the symbol of his ultimate mastery of manhood.

Pasteur copy of the football star was good, but not as good as his brother's, he thought. He always had trouble with the body hair, so the duplicate looked somewhat stranger than normal.

Louis's Lady Liberty didn't notice the missing hair though as the athlete ripped the rest her outfit off. A careful eye would have seen that the outfit, which really was just an extension of Louis's body, was simply being reabsorbed. She moaned as Jamal slowly entered the bound heroine with all the gentleness of a master love maker. The walls of her womanhood accepted every inch of the man's incredible erection. She wept in utter ecstasy as her current captor fulfilled her every carnal desire. She also knew that her situation was much better than the current one the real Lady Liberty was in.

The real Liberty was downstairs, in the basement, fighting a losing battle with the machine that wanted to suck her dry of her precious breast milk. The tiny rollers in the funnels started to run up and down the sides of her firm breasts. And on occasion, the rollers swiveled, making sure to massage all sides of the heroine's magnificent mammaries. Erica tried to turn her masked face away from everyone and away the video camera. But the leather strap across her forehead restricted any useful movement. She especially wanted to hide from the woman who looked like her mother, because she didn't want her to see the humiliation and helpless defeat in her face. She was extremely surprised that they did not removed her mask yet. Maybe they wanted to do it after the milking was completed, as a final insult, she thought.

The heroine felt a slight pin prick on her breasts, followed by a warm feeling all over her body. Erica surprisingly started to giggle as the machine continued to caress her chest with mechanical efficiency. Her mind was no longer in her body as the hormones in her dramatically shifted. She suddenly had an intense desire to give herself freely to the machine. The pumping action felt almost natural to her in her semiconscious state. But then the unthinkable happened. Fluid began to flow from the super heroine's nipples. There was a little blood at first, but then pure breast milk began to trickle from her breasts. And like a real baby, the Milkman's machine drank from the heroine. Despite the intense joy she felt, she cried, knowing that her vile captors were stealing something very private and special from her. They took something only meant to be shared with her future child.

Violator smiled and clapped his hands in total enjoyment. He had been defeated so many times by Lady Liberty and her brother, that it was refreshing to have the tables turned for once. He wanted everyone else to delight in the experience too. So he ordered the impostor Liberty to watch the process closer.

She stepped forward slowly and looked directly into Erica's tear filled eyes. She appeared extremely troubled by the what was happening, but remained motionless as she was ordered.

There were moments though when Jane thought that imposter was going to pull the hoses off the real Liberty. If that happened, however, Jane was ready to pounce on her again.

To even the Milkman's surprise, Lady Liberty produced slightly over a gallon's worth of breast milk. A small gauge on the machine showed the current storage level. It was marked off by a cow shaped pointer that moved slowly up the side of the machine. No other heroine has ever produced this much milk in one sitting, especially on the first attempt. He figured that he would be able to make five serums with the amount he had collected from the sobbing heroine.

With a flip of a switch, his machine sent Erica's milk through a series of special filters. Pints of her precious fluid were converted into very small amounts of the Milkman's serum. The machine processed only three serums at a time, however, so much of the depredated heroine's milk was still stored inside the belly of the unusual pumping device. The and unremarkable looking serum was outputted to injection guns located on the left side of the machine.

Jane watched silently as Erica painfully pleaded with Milkman to give back her priceless milk. The heroine even promised to be his personal slave, but he refused. Jane knew that it was impossible to do so, even if her husband agreed. Once removed, the breast milk cannot be returned. Tears streamed out of the helpless Erica, and Jane suddenly felt sorry of the young woman. Maybe it was having the imposter Liberty standing near her that made the difference. She began to see herself in the examination bed instead of Erica. She began to relive the day her husband captured her. The memory of the shame, hate, and sorrow bubbled up to the surface of her being.

Milkman grabbed the three injection guns, and handed them to his wife Jane, while he readied the machine to make the remaining two serums. Jane had to walk past the crying woman to the examination bed, however, in order to hand the injectors over to Violator. She looked into the humiliated heroine's eyes again, and saw herself again. She thought about what Liberty had said before, about running away and being a hero again. There was only one chance now.

"I can't let you do this," said Jane. She turned to Lady Liberty and injected her with the one of the three serums. She then transformed into a cat creature and attacked her husband. They tumbled across the floor knocking over trays. Milkman knocked the remaining injectors from Chameleon Girl's hands. But they landed safely near Violator's feet.

The reenergized Liberty broke out of her restraints easily. She pushed the examination bed toward Violator, who bent down to reach the injectors. The bed struck him, and he knocked over the bed and onto the ground near the imposter Liberty. The imposter was still standing still as ordered. Quickly, Violator scrambled along the floor to grab one of the guns containing the remaining serum. He reached one before the true Lady Liberty could stop him. He flipped up onto his feet and injected the imposter Liberty. He then ordered his imposter to attack the real Liberty.

Both of the beautiful women grappled each other and tumbled into the pumping machine. The device exploded in a shower of sparks while Milkman shouted in anger. Erica managed to see Milkman's wife throw him to the ground though, and start to claw his face.

Violator ran over to Chameleon Girl, at the other end of the basement, and struck her with his baton. He was hoping it would work as effectively as it had upstairs, but she was ready for the attack and absorbed the blows instead. Violator was going to strike her again when Milkman, taking advantage of the distraction, sprayed his wife with knock-out gas. She collapsed instantly.

The floor was covered with thin layer of Lady Liberty's remaining milk. The milk leaked out of the side of the broken pumping machine as the two Liberties continued to fight each other. Occasionally one of the heroines would slip on the slick floor. Neither one could get a decisive advantage over the other at first, since both were equally matched in strength, speed, and endurance. But angry started to grow inside Erica as she watched her milk trickle out of the metal machine next to them. She took her pain out on the imposter in front of her. She eventually pinned the woman down on the sticky floor with her powerful legs.

Erica angrily ripped the imposter's mask off. Her eyes opened in total surprise and disbelief. She saw her father's face staring back at her blankly. How could her own father help her enemies do this to her. How could Sam just stand there and watch them rape the precious breast milk from her. Erica hated her father when the radiation turned him into a woman, but nothing could describe the rancorous feeling she had for the doctor now. This act was unforgivable!

"Restrain Lady Liberty at once," ordered Violator as he struck her in the back of the head. Sam obeyed without hesitation. She wrapped the clear plastic milking hoses from the broken machine around her daughter.

 (End of Chapter 7)

Coming up -- Comet Girl looks for the missing Erica, but finds sinister instead.