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JUSTICE GIRL MILK MAID MADNESS

By Dark One

It was a warm September night, around ten o'clock. Justice Girl waited atop the university tower, watching the dimly lit campus below, and wearing her familiar red, white and blue bustier and boots costume. Very few students were about, mostly in couples or small groups. She dismissed those, since it was the single females that were in danger of late.

"I hate white slavers," she muttered darkly. They were the most vile, despicable creatures on God's Green Earth in her opinion. They were rapists who found a way to make a lot of money at their heinous pleasures. "And I'm not going to let this bunch get away, either."

Justice Girl was alone in that assessment of the current situation. University and Ocean City Police officials were adamant in their belief that no white slavers were preying on coeds, or anyone else. Even though ten young coeds -- five freshmen, two sophomores and three seniors -- had gone missing in the first couple weeks of fall classes, they still didn't believe there was a problem.

"No evidence, my ass," Justice Girl said, sapphire blue eyes flashing behind her red mask, with the two lightning bolts between her brows shaped like a V. "One or two might be just young girls taking off for adventure or even the love of a boy, but not ten."

In truth, there was no evidence any of the girls met with foul play. Likewise, there was no evidence they decided college wasn't for them and left. Their families hadn't heard from them. A few had boyfriends, all of whom were still in town and didn't know their whereabouts. That all smacked of white slavers operating in her city again.

"But not for long," she thought, then grinned. "I can't wait to see the looks on the faces of all my naysayers when I bring those monsters to justice."

She would really enjoy that press conference. Maybe, for once, no one would ask her any questions about being captured and raped live on SuperHeroinesExposed.com, or about any of the other unfortunate times either she or one of the other Ocean City Super Heroines were captured and molested in the past few months. And then there were the disturbing questions about if there really was an evil villainess dressing up like Justice Girl and getting caught doing vile sexual acts with vagrants and pimps and other unsavory people. Few people completely believed her when she told them it was another amazon, calling herself Victory Girl, wearing her costume and trying to bring public ridicule upon her.

"Nothing shuts them up like a spectacular bust," she said.

Thoughts of Victory Girl took her mind to her own costume. She fingered the golden ankh, with one diamond, hanging off the golden choker, the symbol of her membership within the Sisterhood of Alpha Meta Super Heroines. That, and the technological wonder that was her mask, were the most obvious outward symbols of her being a Super Heroine Sister. The red pleather covered mask was equipped with infrared, secure communications, and mini computers, giving her a distinct advantage in crime fighting.

Justice Girl's distinctive costume was white leather bustier, with three lightning bolts across each breast, blue French cut bottoms, red latex opera gloves, and red thigh boots, with a gold over blue band an inch down and around the boot tops, with her lightning bolt V symbol centered and up front top. Another golden bolt flashed down the back of each five-inch stiletto heel. A wide golden belt and gold hoop earrings finished out her Super Heroine ensemble.

A pretty little redhead departed the library. The redhead wore a belly-baring baby blue t-shirt and low rider jeans, and walked with the confident strut of a woman who knows she's hot. She headed north toward the co-ed dormitory. That was a ten-story building that Justice Girl remembered fondly. She spent her freshman year in that dormitory. Then her first novel, a suspense-thriller, came out and she was an instant success as her alter ego, Nicole Boudreaux. That provided her with the money and free time to devote to being Justice Girl.

The young redhead reminded Justice Girl of herself, only six years ago. She too would spend many a night at the library, only to leave when it locked up at ten. Then the pleasant walk down College Street, beneath the massive oaks. It was perfect.

Car lights on College Street caught her eye. She started to dismiss them, when she realized it wasn't a car. It was a truck. A milk truck. What was a milk truck doing making delivers at ten at night? Then the truck stopped next to the redhead, the back opened up and two men jumped her. One of them pressed a white cloth over his face and they carried the struggling girl into the truck. A third man gathered up her spilled books and papers, and they were gone.

It took less than a minute from the moment the truck stopped until it moved out again.

"They're good," Justice Girl said. Pressing a button hidden beneath the red pleather covering of her mask she activated the infrared and looked all over. Not a person around with a clear view of the kidnap spot, except her. "Perfect timing too. I wonder if they have a man in the library or on the grounds somewhere?"

She glanced at the surrounding buildings, mostly dormitories and classrooms. There were a number of people to be seen in the windows, though none seemed to be watching the ground below. She'd just have to hope their spotter joined them quickly, so she could catch them all.

With that thought, Justice Girl summoned her Power and gathered electricity all around her as she jumped off the tower. Instantly, a golden ball of lightning formed around her, carrying her up and out at phenomenal speed. Within seconds she was three hundred feet above the milk truck and keeping pace with them. They would lead her to their hideout, and hopefully some or all of the other kidnapped coeds.

Her experience was that most slavers sold their human merchandise within days of acquisition. They didn't keep inventories. In all likelihood the redhead would be the only one she rescued tonight, but at least the white slavers would be stopped and brought to justice. It would be up to the DA to work out a deal for the other girls' return. Again, not very likely to happen.

That fact only fueled her anger. She had no intention of being gentle with them. As a vigilante, Justice Girl was not constrained to the same standards of conduct with criminals as the police. The confessions and information she beat out of them couldn't be used in court, but it would help her rescue some or all of their past victims from forced prostitution.

"Ah, the old dairy plant," Justice Girl said. It closed five years back when the new plant opened across town. It had been home to vagrants and rats for five years now. "Apparently a very sinister kind of rat has moved in. Time to evict them."

The milk truck approached a metal bay door that opened automatically for them. It closed once the truck passed inside. She quickly streaked down to that door. It was locked and made of rusty steel. She might be well over ten times as strong as a normal woman her size and weight, but she wasn't that strong.

"You can't escape that easy," she muttered, looking around.

For a brief second she considered calling the police and letting them bust them. She would still get credit for breaking the white slavery ring, but she wouldn't get any one-on-one private time with the leader. That was the only way to make him tell her what she wanted to know about the whereabouts of other victims. Then she pressed a button on her mask to see if any of the other Super Heroines had their masks on and communications activated. Nothing. She was working alone tonight.

Super Heroines didn't have any schedules or even any expectations to spend any amount of time fighting crime. They worked when they could, completely dependent on the demands of their personal lives. That was why most Super Heroines worked night hours. Most tried to work some days during the week. Justice Girl could usually put in two or three afternoons a week. She worked on her novels in the mornings between eight and noon.

Being the only Super Heroine working suited Justice Girl just fine. She would get full credit for the bust, something she needed to offset the few times criminals has captured and molested her in the past few months. Most of their big busts during that time were as a group.

She pressed a button and turned off the secure radio in her mask. She didn't want another Sister to go live on their secure net and try to call her. She didn't have an earplug, so she might be betrayed by the mask's speaker.

Justice Girl could feel electricity surging through the abandoned plant. It wasn't a dead building anymore. They had something going on there.

Pulling in electricity, Justice Girl jumped up and formed a ball around her. She only gave it enough power to hold her, then gave it a push toward the roof. By using minimal power she avoided the thunderous explosions that frequently announced her arrival. She didn't want the white slavers to bolt.

Finding a door on the roof, she summoned a one foot long "knife" of intense electricity to cut through the wood around the brass knob and gained entry. It opened into an unlit stairwell. She slowly descended, not having a light. The door at the bottom was unlocked and she stepped out into a large warehouse. Trash was strewn everywhere. Fixtures hung from the high ceiling. Only a few of the lights worked, but that provided enough light to see the milk truck and two others parked next to each other. They were next to a double door with a light above it.

Justice Girl quickly checked the interior of all three vehicles. No one was in any of them. Two of them were really milk trucks, but the one they used to kidnap young women was actually a panel truck disguised as a milk truck. The trucks were all painted a pale yellow, with the picture of a traditional Old World milkmaid. The brand name was "Milk Maid Dairy and Creamery."

"I think I saw a news story on this outfit. About two weeks ago," she said. "I think they sell to specialty shops and exclusive high society cafes."

They produced highly regarded and sought after products.

She didn't know what dairy products and white slavery had in common, but figured the dairy was just a front and way to launder the money from their illicit operations. She was about to put them all out of business. The high and mighty would just have to find another little specialty dairy producer for their fancy creams, cheeses and milks.

Passing through the double doors, she entered a temperature-controlled area. She felt the dry, air conditioned air try to suck the moisture from her skin. Her stilettos' tap-tapping echoed down the empty hallway. There were a dozen doors and she checked behind them all, one by one. She reached the end of the hall having found only empty rooms. But she heard voices from behind the door at the end of the hallway.

Easing that door open and peeking inside Justice Girl gasped and froze in horror.

On the opposite side of the large room were three rows of twenty wooden chairs. With the exception of just a few, all the chairs were occupied by young women, mostly in their late teens and early twenties -- college age girls. She spotted only a few women that appeared to be in their late twenties and thirties. All the women were nude and bound to the chairs. Two men were tying the unconscious, and now completely stripped, redhead into a chair to the right side of the nearest row.

All were hooked up to milking machines.

"Oh my God!" Justice Girl cried. "What kind of monsters would do this?"

All hell broke loose at her exclamation. A dozen men started toward her. Most of them carried clubs, but a few carried something more ominous -- white cotton cloths and bottles of chloroform. Justice Girl eyed them warily a long second, for one whiff of chloroform wouldn't take her down, but it would strip away her Power over electricity for about an hour. Then she'd only have her super human strength to deal with them, and there were too many to fight hand-to-hand and win.

"Halt!" Justice Girl shouted in her most commanding voice. And they actually did stop. "I order you to surrender in the name of the law."

They looked at each other a second, then shared grins and started toward her again. This time they moved slower, more cautiously. One of the men took charge and formed them in a large semi-circle as they closed on her position. Justice Girl watched them with mixed emotions. Her primary concern was rescuing the young women, and it looked like she'd found them all. This would be a great coup for her personally. But she also wanted to kick some serious butt, something the Sisterhood advised against. Good guys didn't take unfair advantage of their foes, criminal or not.

To hell with sweet and proper, she thought, grinning wickedly. I want to mop the floor with this vermin.

"Secure Justice Girl. Quickly," a female voice came over a loudspeaker that echoed in the room. "Just like I taught you."

Justice Girl's stomach sank. They were "training" to capture her. Why? Then her eyes went past them to the fifty-seven women being milked.

For a second she froze with fear and horror. Then her anger erupted.

"Bastards! How dare you!" she cried, and sent a dozen bolts into the men. They cried out and fell bonelessly. Then she sent a second bolt into their leader out of pure spite. "No one captures and milks Justice Girl! How dare you even consider it!"

"We'll do more than consider doing it, Justice Jugs," the female voice taunted.

The men were starting to rise to their feet again, a little groggy and a whole lot angrier. Justice Girl arched an eyebrow at them. It took awful tough men to recover so fast from the bolt she sent into them. It wasn't a light stunner at all. So she prepared to send an even stronger jolt through them when she heard something behind her.

A group of men in storm trooper uniforms burst out of the door behind her. They carried small automatic guns with drum magazines. She immediately jumped straight up and formed a protective bubble of intense electricity around her. The guns spat out their munitions, but didn't fire with the usual crack of firearms. Their ammo vaporized upon contact with her lightning ball.

"Automatic dart guns," she said. "Even more useless against my defenses than bullets."

She heard several electric motors and the jingle of chains. Turning, she saw several heavy chains being propelled at her by machinery in the ceiling. She shook her head woefully, for that wouldn't pass through her defenses either. Indeed, it would just cause a big explosion that might kill some of the men below.

A faint boom, metal on metal sound below her got her attention. She glanced down just in time to see thick copper rods shoot up from the floor at her. It took her a second, but Justice Girl cried out when she realized what they were doing. The chains were a diversion. The rods were lightning rods, designed to sap away the electricity of her defensive ball.

The rods made contact. Then the chains hit with a massive explosion.

Justice Girl's defenses collapsed, sucked away by the six thick copper rods. A second later a thick chain struck her as she dropped to the floor, sending her flying to the side. She hit the floor with a grunt, all he wind knocked out and her head spinning. Within seconds she heard sharp puffs of air, followed by the sting of darts striking her thighs, buttocks and arm.

Within seconds she was sucked into darkness.

Justice Girl woke to pain and misery. Her head throbbed. Also, her left side where the chain struck was extremely tender. Even her breasts ached and felt unusually heavy and taut. But the most intense pain was between her butt cheeks and in her pussy.

"You raped me!" she cried.

"Tell Milk Maid that Justice Girl is awake," one of the storm troopers said.

Justice Girl was standing. She was bound to a concrete pillar near where she'd be struck down and across the room from all the girls bound to chairs. Steel cuffs chained her wrists to rings secured deep into the concrete column. Shackles around her ankles did likewise.

Some drug was giving her a buzz, so her Power was denied her for the time being.

Looking herself over quickly, she found her bottoms were gone, with jizm dripping down her inner thighs and making her butt cheeks feel wet and tacky. Her bustier and belt remained intact, as did her gloves, thigh boots and mask. So it wasn't a total loss. Yet.

"What's the meaning of this? Release me immediately," Justice Girl demanded. "You realize that this is a felony, don't you?"

"I hope the boss lets us gag her," another storm trooper said.

"Who's responsible for this outrage?" she demanded.

"You're about to find out."

They all fell silent. The sound of stilettos on tile echoed down the dark hallway. Justice Girl swallowed hard as the tap-tapping slowly approached. A moment later a tall woman entered the room. She was about five eleven, with massive 44DD tits and the tiny waist and flaring hips of an Alpha Meta, or amazon as the people called them. The woman was stunningly beautiful, with long golden hair in pigtails and deep green eyes. She could only be the Milk Maid spoken of, for she wore the same milkmaid costume painted on the milk trucks, except she wore white hose and white stiletto pumps.

Justice Girl's tits began to ache more deeply. The tautness increased.

"Oooo, what's happening?" Justice Girl said. "What have you done to me?"

"Nothing. Yet," Mild Maid said smoothly. She had a pleasant voice with a hint of a Wisconsin accent. Her green eyes were mischievous and her full red lips twitched with the makings of a smile. "So glad you decided to join our little company, Justice Girl. I could always use a super powered cow."

Justice Girl's heart froze. Cow was what lactose vampires called the women they milked.

"You're a vampire!"

"You're not as stupid as you look, but still a bit slow," Milk Maid said as she stopped before Justice Girl and looked her over with relish. "You belong to me now, Justice Jugs-O-Milk."

"Oh, my God, you're using your vampire Power to force me to lactate," Justice Girl said as the ache in her breasts increased. They felt like they would explode. "You're going to milk me. God, please no, you're going to steal my Power."

"Right on every count, Sweet Jugs," Milk Maid said, smiling brightly and starting to squeeze and weigh Justice Girl's milk engorged tits through the white leather bustier. "I've never captured a Super Heroine before, though I do have two amazons trying to hide from the world." She indicated two brunettes across the room and on the end of the innermost row of young women. "One is a Water Power and the other is a very weak Telekinetic Power. Not very satisfying, as you can imagine."

Lactose Vampires were the most hated and reviled Alpha Metas known. Their Power was the ability to make men and women lactate. And lactate a lot, very quickly. But if they drank the milk of another Alpha Meta woman, then they acquired the same Power that she possessed. So if she drank Justice Girl's milk, then Milk Maid would have the same level of Electric Power as she did, though would need some practice to master it. But the only saving grace was that the Power wasn't permanent. Once the milk was digested and passed through her system, the ability to wield that particular Power went again. So vampires needed to keep their sources of Power close at hand, so they could drink their milk on a regular basis. They called their victims "cows."

If Milk Maid had more than one "amazon" then she could wield all of their Powers. She was in effect, an Alpha Meta Diva. A Diva was any amazon with the extremely rare ability to wield two or more Powers. Any vampire could become a Diva. If she acquired amazons with all the Powers -- Fire, Water, Wind, Telekinetic, Electricity -- then she became what was called a Diva Supreme.

"Shall we take a look at the merchandise, boys?" she asked with a lusty look on her beautiful face.

"Don't you dare. Don't touch me, you monster," Justice Girl cried, sapphire eyes flashing.

Milk Maid ignored her protests. She reached around to the small of Justice Girl's back and quickly unzipped her bustier. Then she pulled the white leather bustier away with a flourish, and they all enjoyed the look of her swollen tits jouncing before their eyes. Everyone, including Milk Maid, licked their lips hungrily. She noticed all of the men had bulges in their pants now. Milk Maid involuntarily reached up and gave her own tits a little squeeze, then shuddered.

Stepping closer, so that their tits squashed into each other, Milk Maid cupped Justice Girl's face in her beautifully manicured hands. She leaned in close, so that their noses just touched, then locked eyes with Justice Girl's wide blue eyes. Both women were panting, for different reasons, but the sexual tension was overwhelming for them. Then Milk Maid tilted her head and pressed her lips against Justice Girl's luscious red lips.

"Mmmm," Milk Maid groaned sensuously.

Justice Girl's mind was spinning. She'd lost control of the situation. She was captured by a lactose vampire, who was intent on molesting her. Too soon, the vampire's hungry mouth would tire of her lips and drop to her nipples. Then she would suckle and steal her Power. She had to stop her, but her mind was too drugged and sex dazed to think.

There was only one thing to do. Justice Girl pushed into the kiss and sent her tongue exploring in Milk Maid's mouth. Anything to delay the inevitable.

"Oh, yeah. I suspected as much," Milk Maid said. She reached down and touched Justice Girl's twat. It was wet and highly sensitive to Justice Girl's dismay. Her index finger quickly found and began massaging the clit. "I saw you on SuperHeroinesExposed.com fucking Zephyr, Sugar, Spice and Synnamon, and you obviously really got into it. I didn't notice you enjoying the sessions with men as much."

"I've always been a lesbian," Justice Girl lied. Her first capture was her first experience with women. She'd never had consensual lesbian sex in her life. "I think you should kiss me again and again."

This time, when Milk Maid reached out with her lips for her expected kiss, Justice Girl head butted her. The lactose vampire cried out in pain and staggered back. But like all Alpha Metas, vampires were extremely strong and resilient. She quickly recovered and came back with angry eyes.

"I see you've chosen to be a problem," Milk Maid said. "Fine, if all you want to be is a milk cow and fuck toy for the men, so be it."

At her signal, two men stepped to either side of Justice Girl and seized her hair, forcing her head back against the column. Milk Maid reached out and touched her tits, making them ache even more, grow more taut. Her tits felt like they suddenly went into overdrive producing milk. She gave it a full two minutes, then gave both tits a hard squeeze. Milk shot out of both nipples to the laughter and cheers of the surrounding men.

Justice Girl burned with humiliation.

Milk Maid wasted no more time. She lowered her ruby red lips to Justice Girl's burning pink nipple. The nipple was already engorged and ready. She felt milk flowing into Milk Maid's hungry mouth immediately. The vampire suckled her long and hard, drinking a quarter of her milk, then switched to the other tit.

"Aaeeeeiii," Justice Girl cried, unable to take it any longer. "You will pay dearly for this, Milk Maid. I will personally see to it."

The vampire was remarkably good at suckling, and quickly found herself sated. Justice Girl sighed in relief when she finally pulled her mouth away. Then she saw the worker come in pushing a cart. Upon that cart were two milk machines and a pair of aluminum five-gallon milk cans.

"Shall we get started?" Milk Maid said, grinning evilly.

Suction cups were placed over his sore, pink nipples, still wet with Milk Maid's saliva. Clear rubber hoses attached the cups to the pumps, which were connected to the milk cans. Milk Maid turned on both pumps. They made a chugging noise, that started up a sucking in the cups that soon had milk flowing. Before long, she was producing a remarkable amount of milk. Milk Maid stayed with her for several hours, with the pumps on full power and forced Justice Girl to fill up six pairs of five-gallon cans before she stopped using her Power on her.

Once Justice Girl's tits weren't being super charged by Milk Maid's Power, they started to deflate. Soon, Justice Girl was crying out for her to stop. Then she was begging her to stop, but Milk Maid didn't stop the pumps until every last drop of milk was pumped out, and Justice Girl's once gorgeous tits were dried up sacks.

"I've been ruined! What have you done to me?" Justice Girl cried. She struggled insanely in her chains a moment, then spewed forth curses and threats for several more minutes. Finally, she collapsed in her chains and sobbed in defeat. "You'll pay for this. I promise."

Milk Maid laughed and turned on a stiletto heel. "I have to go practice with my new Power over electricity. It's not easy being a Diva, you know."

The next month was a nightmare. She was milked every hour, on the hour. Between milkings, Milk Maid's henchmen took turns raping her. Justice Girl lost track of time, not knowing when it was night or day. In that time, two more rows of chairs were added in front of her. Milk Maid bragged that business was booming.

One day tension suddenly filled the air. No one came to molest her. Then they missed their milking. Then the next milking, and the women were all groaning and begging someone to relieve them. Even Justice Girl could think of nothing but being milked to ease the pressure on her beloved tits. But when the men finally came, they didn't milk them.

One by one, the women were untied and led away. Other men began shutting down equipment, then dismantling everything. They were moving. And they were in a hurry, too.

Justice Girl smiled. They're illicit activities must have finally been discovered. She heard a pair of men discussing their next destination. San Francisco. Milk Maid was going to start over up there. She already had some business lined up.

When they got to Justice Girl, they used four men instead of two. Her limbs were untied from the cruel wooden chair. There was a hole in the seat, so she could shit and piss whenever the need struck. Twice a day they were cleaned up. But being tied to that chair for hours and hours was pure torture, and when untied she found her limbs unresponsive. Two men moved under her arms, and started carrying her away. Seeing she wasn't going to be a problem, the other two started untying the little redhead next to Justice Girl.

Justice Girl was taken down the same dark hallway she originally entered the building through. Out in the vast warehouse waited a pair of semi tractor-trailer rigs. They were moving equipment into one, and "cows" into the other. Four men waited at the back doors of the trailer, binding the girls tightly for the trip. Then each received an injection that quickly put her to sleep.

The drug induced languor of the past month was sudden cleared from her mind at the sight of that table full of syringes. If she was injected, Justice Girl knew there was no hope for her ever escaping Milk Maid's clutches. And with the Vampire Diva gone, this could be her last opportunity. It could be all of those girls last chance to be saved from a fate worse than death.

Justice Girl would rather be sold into prostitution than be a vampire's cow and be milked over and over and over again for fun and profit.

She still wore her boots, gloves, choker and mask, to remind them and everyone they had a real live Super Heroine in their power and control. The mask had a three month battery, so was good for another two months then it would deactivate and fall off her face. If Milk Maid still owned her when that happened then her identity would be discovered. The vampire was eager to learn who she really was and loot her personal fortune.

"Here's the Queen of the Cows," one of her handlers said, chuckling. "Just as docile as the rest."

"Sweet," the leader of the trailer team said. "Bend her over and we'll put her to sleep for the trip."

Justice Girl let them bend her over, then suddenly used all of her amazon strength to stand up and throw the two men off her. An instant later, her red booted foot smashed into the side of the leader's head. He dropped like a dead weight. She seized the arm of another man, and swung him around and into the next man, taking out both of them. The last man darted in like a boxer, fists up and ready. She kicked straight at his chin. He tried to block with his forearm, and that forearm snapped under the powerful kick. He howled in pain, and she shut him up with a right cross.

Everyone in the warehouse charged her. She took them all down, one and two at a time. It felt good to fight again. It felt even better to win for a change. Once they were all unconscious at her booted feet, Justice Girl started ripping power cords off equipment and bound them all hand and foot. Then she found a cell phone on one of the drivers and called the police.

After that, she turned on her mask's secure communication and found Zephyr and Lady up. She quickly told her sad story, and they arrived within minutes, even before she finished the sorry tale. They helped Justice Girl start untying the women still in the chairs. The others in the truck could wait, since they'd all be asleep for many more hours.

"Ah, the police are finally here," Lady said.

"Here, put this one," Zephyr said, handing Justice Girl a plastic shopping bag containing the rest of her costume.

"Thank you!" she said, and just managed to get it on before the first cop entered with drawn weapon. "How lucky am I?"

THE END