LONE STAR
By Dark One

	It was a beautiful spring day in Dallas.  The late afternoon sky was almost
cloudless, with a gently breeze out of the south.  Below, on Central Expressway
the evening rush hour had begun.
	Lone Star smiled, thankful she didn't have to drive to and from work.
	The Super Heroine soared high above in her distinctive red, white and blue
costume, her long dark brown hair whipping in the wind behind her.  She wore a
one piece, strapless latex bodysuit.  It was French cut and very figure
flattering.  It was dark blue down past her boobs, with a giant white star
centered on her generous chest, with the left side below that in white, the
right side in red.  Looking straight at her, you'd think she made her costume
out of the Texas flag.  In addition to the suit, she wore red thigh boots, opera
gloves and mask.
	Flying close to an office building as she entered downtown, Lone Star smiled
brightly and waved at all the people pressed against the windows to watch her
pass.  They were waving and jumping up and down in glee.  The people of Dallas
never failed to show her love and adoration at every turn.
	Lone Star grew up in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex.  She went to school in
the suburb of Garland, and attended SMU afterwards.  She'd only left the state
five times in her life, and that was to apprehend dangerous criminals in Mexico
and Oklahoma.  She had a well-deserved reputation for hating drug traffickers. 
She would go to any extreme, endure any hardship to capture them red-handed. 
The three diamonds on the golden ankh that dangled from her red leather choker
attested to her dedication and success.  Lone Star had more apprehensions that
resulted in convictions than any other Super Heroine in the country in the past
seven years straight, and a twelve year career that humbled and dazzled at the
same time.
	The Sisterhood of Alpha Meta Super Heroines was courting her, trying to
convince her to "retire" from day-to-day crime fighting and become their next
Grand Council Chair.  The thought was tempting.  After serving a one-year term
as Chairperson, then she'd have a permanent position on the Grand Council, the
ruling council of the Sisterhood.  But she'd have to leave her beloved Dallas
and move to the Washington D.C. headquarters of the Sisterhood.
	Wild cheering below caught her attention. 
	For a second she thought there was trouble, but quickly realized that men and
women were gathering to watch her.  Many were trying to wave her down, to see
and touch their beloved heroine.  It happened every day, and normally she'd drop
down to meet and greet them, but not today.  She was on a mission.
	"Can't keep the prospect waiting," she said, waving at the crowd below.  "Don't
want her going over to the competition."
	For decades the Sisterhood was the only organization of Alpha Metas, called
amazons by the general population.  Alpha Meta women had to organize in the
1930's, because fear of their Powers gripped the world.  Once organized, they
helped the Allied forces fight tyranny around the world.  After World War II,
they began using their God given Powers to fight crime and help humanity as a
whole.  Since then them have become cherished Super Heroines, beloved by most.
	Many people hated Super Heroines.  Mostly criminals, who had good cause to hate
and fear them.  But, more disturbing, many men hated them, for only women could
be Alpha Meta.  There were no men with Powers.
	Lone Star's Power was Telekinetic.  She could pick up just about anything with
the strength of her mind, and hurl it at incredible speeds.  Indeed, her ability
to "fly" was really just her "propelling" herself through the air.  And she was
great at it, too.  Lone Star was believed to be the most powerful Telekinetic in
the Sisterhood, if not the world.
	It was that awesome power that allowed her to so easily defeat her foes and
bring them to justice.
	Shooting straight up, Lone Star pressed a hidden button on her mask.  A tiny
popup holograph appeared before her bright blue eyes.  It showed her that no one
else was on the Sisterhood's secure communication network at the time.  After
meeting with the prospect, she had an anniversary get-together with three of her
fellow Super Heroines.  Today was Lone Star's twelfth anniversary in the
Sisterhood.  She already wore her new Sisterhood ankh, with the number 12
engraved on the bottom of the shaft.
	Soaring above the tallest building, Lone Star gazed down upon its roof.  The
prospect stood there fidgeting, looking up at her.  She smiled brightly,
recalling her first meeting with a Sister, and the fear she'd be rejected.
	"Fear not, my future friend," she said, and pushed herself toward the rooftop.
	The Sisterhood had arranged the meeting when the young girl called the 800
number to report herself as an Alpha Meta wishing to join.  It took two weeks to
arrange the secret meeting, in a hidden place.  They usually occurred on top of
tall buildings, shielded from prying eyes for the protection of the wannabe
Super Heroine.  This was a vulnerable time for young amazons.
	"Our enemies are ruthless and without mercy," she muttered darkly.
	She didn't like to dwell on the fate of so many of her comrades, colleagues and
dear friends lost in the never ending struggle between good and evil.  Every
Sister lost was a stab in the heart.  Their enemies were brutal to any captive
Super Heroine.  They rarely ever escaped alive.  Indeed, some crime lords were
known to have captured Super Heroines killed and stuffed, to be put on display
in their trophy rooms.
	"Howdy, young lady," Lone Star said as her stiletto heeled feet touched ground
before the wide-eyed young woman.
	The prospect looked to be just an inch shy of Lone Star's own five foot eight
inches.  She had the large breasts, tiny waist and round flaring hips of an
amazon.  Her eyes were bright green, and her hair long, straight and white
blonde.  She wore a black dress, with short skirt and black stiletto thigh
boots.
	She also wore a black mask that covered the upper half of her face, not too
unlike Lone Star's mask.  But Lone Star's mask was a technological wonder, that
had mini computers, infrared, holograph projectors and such.  It also couldn't
be removed except by the owner.  Whereas the prospect's mask was cheap plastic
and held on by a fragile elastic band.
	Though delicate looking, everyone knew that Alpha Meta women were ten times
stronger than regular women.  They healed ten times faster.  They did everything
faster and better.  Some believed them to be the next step in the evolutionary
chain.  So her delicate appearance was misleading, and a great advantage when
dealing with evil men who were used to dominating their women.
	"Are you really Lone Star?" she said in awe.
	The Super Heroine smiled brightly.
	"Yes I am, sweetie," Lone Star said.  "Don't tell me your name, though.  That
is forever a secret within the Sisterhood.  Never tell any of us your real
name."
	"I won't.  I studied up on Super Heroines all my life."
	"I bet you did."
	They all did.  All little girls want to be Super Heroines.  Very few ever
manifested a Power.  And even fewer of those chose to fight crime or otherwise
use their Power for good.  Most were so afraid of their Power, or of what could
happened to them if discovered, that they quickly found a boy and got themselves
pregnant.  Pregnancy wiped out an amazon's Power forever, never to return.
	Lone Star didn't blame them.  She'd come close a couple dozen times as a
teenager to sleeping with a boy, just to "save" herself.  Most Super Heroines
eventually fell victims to the enemies of truth, justice and liberty.  The few
truly exceptional Super Heroines, like Lone Star, became international stars and
took leadership roles in the Sisterhood upon "retirement."
	At thirty, many felt it time for Lone Star to move to the next level.
	"So you want to join the Sisterhood?" Lone Star said.  She smiled warmly at the
pretty little thing.  "You realize how dangerous fighting crime can be, don't
you?"
	"Yes."
	"Did you know that almost half of the Super Heroines that come out each year
are captured and never heard from again in their first year?"
	"Yes, the first year is the most dangerous," she said, nodding
enthusiastically.  "Then it more or less evens out until the thirty-fifth year,
when attrition starts taking its toll again."
	Attrition was the Sisterhood code word for unexplained disappearance.  Most
Super Heroines just vanish.  No one ever knows if they were captured and killed,
or got pregnant off a boyfriend or husband, or just grew sick and tired of
dealing with the worst elements of society.  They just vanished never to be
heard from again.
	Unfortunately, two years back a new threat came into being. 
SuperHeroinesExposed.com was a website that specialized in showing pictures and
video of captured Super Heroines being stripped, raped and unmasked.  They got
their hands on far too many good Super Heroines.
	"Why do you want to be a Super Heroine?"
	The blonde's full red lips frowned a second, then she stepped forward.  As she
started into her well-rehearsed spiel, she started pacing back and forth.  Lone
Star wasn't taken aback by the pacing, for she'd seen it several times, it being
an extremely stressful time for the young amazons.  So much rode of the Super
Heroine's opinion of them that they couldn't take it lightly.  But this girl had
put taps on her stiletto boots. 
	How annoying, Lone Star thought.  She'll have to get red of those!
	Stilettos were noisy enough without taps.  And sometimes silence and stealth
were deadly important.
	"Ooo," Lone Star said, instinctively reaching up to massage her breasts.
	Why were her breasts starting to ache?  It was too soon for "that" time of the
month.
	Lone Star crossed her arms beneath her breasts to keep from rubbing them.  The
young woman might not understand.  She didn't want to frighten her away.
	She watched the prospect tapping from here to there, back and forth, all the
while yammering about truth, justice and giving back to the community.  She was
nervously wringing her perfectly manicured hands, too.
	Was she getting closer?
	She shifted uncomfortably.  The aching in her tits was increasing.  It was
going to be an especially bad period.  Her breasts had never ached that badly
before.
	"Are you all right, Lone Star?" the pretty young thing asked.
	"Of course," she lied.  This was strange.  It was possible, but not likely she
was coming down with something.  But amazons rarely got sick.  They were immune
to most diseases.  "Please continue."
	"Thank you," she said, flashing a brilliant smile.
	That smile will win her support among the people, Lone Star thought.  I like
her.
	"So tell me, what's the first thing you'd like to do?" Lone Star said.
	"Really?  You want to know what I want to do more than anything else?" she
said, stepping close and looking up with big adoring green eyes.
	"Yes?  What is it?"
	"I want to suck the milk out of your tits."
	"Huh?"
	Before Lone Star realized the danger, the blonde spun around before her and
sent a vicious roundhouse into the side of her face.  She fell back two steps,
hearing the tap-tapping of the other girl growing close again.  Then -- WHAM --
pain ripped through her left side as another booted foot hit her.
	The pain ripped through her again as she was kicked in the knee.  That knee
failed her and Lone Star fell to one knee before her attacker.  Too dazed with
pain to use her Power, she tried to get her bearings and put up a defense.
	"Why are you attacking me?" Lone Star cried, as much as wanting to know as to
gain time to recover.
	"I told you, to suck the milk out of your swollen tits," she said, and kicked
Lone Star in the chin.
	"Aaaiii," Lone Star cried as black and white flashed behind her eyes.
	Her head was spinning.  She knew she was close to unconsciousness.  But she'd
been in this predicament before.  Many times, and always prevailed.  But this
was the first times she ever was attacked by an evil amazon.  Then the enormity
of what the blonde said hit her.
	"You're a vampire!"
	"Finally!"
	Another kick to the head and she found herself on her back, at the feet of her
enemy.  Her vision was all blackness and blurs.  She felt more than saw the
blonde kneel beside her.  Then her chin was seized by an iron grasp that could
only belong to an amazon.  Long, delicate fingers forced something between her
lips.
	A pill!
	Lone Star panicked.  Drugs stole a Super Heroine's ability to wield her Power. 
They had to be clear headed to use their Power.  Even a single beer would rob an
amazon of her Power for hours, until the alcohol level dropped to acceptable
levels.  The pill also meant the blonde was trying to capture her alive.  But
for what?
	Lone Star groaned in despair as she tried to push the pill back out of her
mouth.  The pill dissolved almost the second it touched her tongue.  She knew
about those pills, specifically designed by evil men to disable Super Heroines. 
And also used by date rapist.
	Even though fear gripped her, she felt her body relaxing.  And long before a
drug affected an amazon's muscles, it stole away her Power.  Lone Star realized
she was helpless now to defend herself against another amazon, especially a
lactose vampire.
	"Why are you doing this to me?" she croaked out dismally.
	"Many reasons.  First, because I can.  Second, I want your Power," she said in
the sweetest voice.  "And thirdly, because your enemies are paying me a lot of
money to neutralize you for once and for all time."
	Small but powerful hands flipped Lone Star onto her belly.  She fought, but the
vampire easily pulled her arms behind her and bound them together.  In less than
a minute, she found herself kneeling helplessly before the vampire.
	The vampire smiled down at her with wicked glee.
	"You're my first Super Heroine nab," she said.  "I've never even met another
amazon before today."
	Lone Star's addled mind seized on that.
	"Then you haven't committed any crimes yet," she said.  "Release me, and I
won't tell anyone what happened.  You can vanish back into the general
population."
	"Oh no.  I've waited too long for this moment," she said.  She caressed Lone
Star's cheek lovingly.  "I've waited for you in particular, love.  But, I've
nabbed dozens of regular women.  Mostly girls that pissed me off in high school. 
I captured, milked and sold into white slavery my High School's whole
cheerleading squad within a month of graduation.  That was fun.  Revenge is
good.  And most of the "popular" girls I grew up with are now whores in Mexican
and other third world brothels.  But nothing tops nabbing you.  I've wanted you
ever since I discovered I was just an universally despised lactose vampire."
	"Me?"
	"I wanted to take down the best.  I wanted you, Lone Star.  And now you belong
to me."
	"What are you going to do?"
	"Ha!  You're funny."
	The vampire reached down and cupped Lone Star's impressive tits.  She massaged
them lovingly for a long moment, then licked her lips hungrily.  Lone Star's
tits ached terribly all of a sudden, then she felt a tingling in both of her
nipples.  Sudden warmth around the nipples surprised her a few seconds later. 
To her horror, Lone Star's breasts were so full and taut with milk she was
leaking it through her nipples.  Her costume was latex, so didn't soak through,
but she felt the hot milk running down her belly under the latex.
	"I am Lady Lactose," the lactose vampire said.  She removed the cheap mask. 
"And I own you.  From this day on, you are my cow."
	Lady Lactose knelt before Lone Star.  She locked eyes with her a moment, then
yanked Lone Star's top down, exposing her perfect tits, now swollen with milk. 
The late afternoon breeze quickly cooled the milk soaked tits.
	Seizing the right tit in both hands, Lady Lactose squeezed it firmly.  To Lone
Star's distress milk squirted out.
	"I love doing that," Lady Lactose said, grinning evilly.
	Without further ado, the vampire lowered her lips to Lone Star's nipple and
sucked it into her eager mouth.  Lone Star gasped.  Her nipple had never been so
sensitive.  She couldn't believe how horrible, wonderful and painful it was as
Lady Lactose suckled.  And she could feel the milk flowing into that maddening
mouth.
	"Please stop," she begged pitifully.
	Instead of stopping, Lady Lactose moved over to the other tit.  For what seemed
an eternity, the lactose vampire sucked on her tits, and didn't stop until they
were spent.
	"God, I'm full," she said.  "Those milk jugs hold quite a bit, love."
	The vampire stood and looked around, a look of sheer delight on her beautiful
face.  She suddenly pointed across the roof.  A pair of pliers laying by a
maintenance door leaped into the air and flew to Lady Lactose's waiting hand. 
She tossed the pliers in the air and made them fly all about.
	Suddenly, Lady Lactose rose up a few feet.  She looked awkward and disconcerted
at first as she experimented with her newfound ability to "fly."  Within ten
minutes of flying around the top of the building the vampire looked relatively
competent at controlling her flight.
	"I'm a telekinetic Power as long as your milk is in my body.  Once it digests,
I'll have to drink more to restore this wonderful Power," she said and she came
to rest before Lone Star.  Then locking eyes with her, "And I wield the same
amount of Power as you did.  I'm just as powerful as you were.  It won't take
long for me to master my newly won Power, either."
	"You'll never get away with this," Lone Star said firmly.  "The Sisterhood will
hunt you down like the dog you are."
	"And every Sister they send after me will end up like you, my cow.  And I'll
have their Powers too," she said.  "When you wake up, love, be prepared to
accept your new life as my milk cow, servant and lover."
	Before what Lady Lactose's words fully registered, Lone Star was picked up by
the lactose vampire's stolen Telekinetic Power and hurled headfirst into a wall. 
Blackness took her.
                        #          #          #
	Lone Star shuddered at the sound of approaching footsteps.  She recognized the
cadence as belonging to Billy Joe Thorn.  A petty criminal she caught robbing a
bank.  He took a young mother hostage, and shot her in both legs just because he
was that mean.  The poor girl was crippled for life by that act of cruelty.  So
Lone Star pulled the gun out of his hand with her Power the instant she arrived
on the gruesome scene, pulled him off of her, and soundly thrashed him within an
inch of his life.  The thirty-odd policemen just watched with grim faces as she
broke most of the bones in his body.  He got ten years, but was paroled in two. 
She followed him until he slipped up, and slapped him down again.  The second
trashing she gave him was worst than the first, leaving him with a pronounced
limp.
	He was out on parole again.
	"Party time, Lone Slut," Billy Joe crowed.  The look of depraved lust on his
beady-eyed, round face sent trembles through her body.  He was five ten, two
hundred twenty pounds of muscle and stupid.  He'd gone and shaven his head,
since it was starting to fall out anyway.  He leered at her and grabbed his
crotch.  "Wild Bill wants some more loving in that sweet ass of yours."
	Lone Star groaned in misery.
	There was nothing she could do to defend herself against his depraved desires. 
Lady Lactose had her tied over a chair, her naked ass in the air and leaving her
vulnerable in all three of her orifices.  Billy Joe had a love of anal sex,
because he got anal raped in prison, and he blamed her for that.  He was
returning the favor with pleasure.
	"Aren't you tired of raping me yet?"
	"Naw, I'll never tire of that," he said, grinning wide enough to show off his
many missing teeth.  All beaten out of his face in prison brawls.  "I love the
sound of your screams."
	She could scream as loud and long as she wanted, too.  Lady Lactose had her in
some abandoned warehouse.  She had no idea where it was located.  It was so
depilated she guessed south Dallas.  It was dark and drafty.  In the middle of
the night she could just barely hear an occasional siren off in the distance.
	Lone Star's costume was gone, save for her thigh boots, opera gloves, choker
and mask, all fire engine red.  None of those accessories got in the way of Lone
Star's use and abuse, and helped to show she really was a captured Super
Heroine.  Billy Joe certainly appreciated it.
	She watched with rising dread as Billy Joe disrobed before her.  This was his
sixth time to "visit" her since her capture one week to the day.  So far, Lady
Lactose had found twelve men Lone Star had sent to prison over her twelve year
career.  All twelve were on parole.  All twelve had enthusiastically used and
abused her.  All twelve visited her daily.
	"Kiss it, bitch."
	He thrust his engorged cock in her face.  Lone Star pressed her lips to the
dick's head for a long second.  Satisfied, he walked around behind her and
slapped her hiney once, twice.  He was the butt slapper of bunch.  Her ass would
be as bright red as her boots, gloves and mask before he left.
	Billy Joe quickly mounted her from behind.  Though he loved to anal rape her,
his first shot had to be deep inside her pussy.  Lady Lactose's orders.  The men
weren't there to rape and torment Lone Star for Lady Lactose's amusement.  They
were there to impregnate her.  Lady Lactose was intent on depriving Lone Star of
her Power as quickly as possible.  And since she had been off birth control
since her capture, Lone Star knew it was only a matter of days, or hours, before
it happened.  If it already hadn't happened.
	Lady Lactose administered the piss test with the store bought pregnancy
detectors every morning.  Lone Star knew the daily rapes would end with, or
shortly after, her impregnation.  It was a moment she feared and longed for. 
Then she would be a mere woman, and Lady Lactose's personal fuck toy and milk
cow.
	"Oooo," she groaned as his cock slid easily into her moist pussy.
	"Pity," Billy Joe said.  He slapped her right ass cheek, then the left, with
painful force.  She groaned to realize his anger was starting to build early. 
"You're getting mighty loose in the puss, bitch.  You was one tight whore those
first couple days, too.  Now I can barely feel you."
	And he was hung like a horse, too.  But she didn't care.  His pleasure was the
least of her concerns.  Loose are not, once he came inside her, that massive
cock would be thrust up her ass.  That would hurt.  That would produce the
piercing scream he really wanted from her.  She knew she couldn't help but give
him what he wanted, too.  It hurt too much not to scream.
	Soon he was pounding his cock into her sopping pussy.  He pushed the old wooden
chair a few inches with every thrust.  Then as he neared climax, his frenzy
increased, causing the back legs to rise off the concrete floor with every
thrust.  She feared he would topple the chair over again in his blind passion.
	Then he exploded inside her.  Hot fluid squirted, filling her with more
criminal jizm.  More sleazy seed trying to steal her Power and reduce her to
nothing.  He was the seventh man that day, with five more after him.  Her inner
thighs were tacky with a week's worth of cum dripping down them and into her
boots, which were slowly filling with the vile fluids of her repeated rapes.
He grew more frenzied in his pleasure...and the chair tilted too far forward. 
She felt herself being pulled off his erect member, then the feel of cum spewing
across her naked rumps and she rushed toward the floor, each ankle bound to the
back legs, her wrists bound to the front legs.
	"Ugh!" she gasped as she crashed into the floor.
	Billy Joe laughed, but she didn't care.  One of the front legs broke.  Her
right hand was free!  She now had leverage to attack the other legs.  She
immediately started at the knot on her left wrist, all the while Billy Joe was
laughing and taunting her.
	With both wrists free, she used her superior strength to completely rip off the
broken leg.  Billy Joe noticed that and stopped laughing.
	"Hey!  Stop that!"
	Lone Star rose up, both ankles still bound to the chair, and swung the chair
leg straight into Billy Joe's face.  He fell with a cry of pain.  He was out
cold.   She might be drugged Powerless, but she still had all of her amazon
strength.
	Within minutes Lone Star was free of the hated chair for the first time in
seven days.  She could barely stand straight, much less walk, but it didn't
matter.  She was free.
	I have to get out of here before Lady Lactose realizes what happened, she
thought desperately.  I just need a few hours, then my Power will return.
	Then she'd deal with that evil vampire.  And how.
	This was the only part of the warehouse Lone Star had seen.  She was
unconscious when Lady Lactose brought her here a week back.  The vampire was
somewhere else within the structure, planning more evil deeds.  She had a list
of Super Heroines to capture and milk first.  To make her reputation and secure
her Powers.  With multiple Super Heroines in her power, Lady Lactose could
become a de facto Diva -- an amazon with the ability to wield multiple Powers. 
As a Diva, few Super Heroines could withstand her assault.
	Lone Star had to stop her.
	Rushing through the nearest door on wobbly legs, and opposite from the
direction Lady Lactose and the others always came to her, Lone Star began
looking for the exit.  She found it quickly enough, but discovered armed guards. 
Without her Power she couldn't protect herself from bullets.  So she started
looking for a bolthole.  She just needed enough time for her Power to return. 
Then she would take Lady Lactose down.
	"She doesn't have my experience wielding telekinetic Power.  I can thrash her
in short order," she muttered, grinning darkly.  Vengeance was well earned.  And
deserved.  "I'll give her the worst beating she'll ever have."
	Finding a ladder, she climbed up to a machine room and settled down.  There was
only one way in or out of that tiny room.  If nothing else, they'd have to come
at her up the ladder and she could defend that door with just her super human
strength for days on end.  They'd have to starve her out.
	It took an hour, but they found her.  Lady Lactose stood at the bottom of the
ladder and called for her to surrender, before it was too late.  Lone Star
smiled evilly.  What the vampire really meant was before it was too late for the
vampire, for Lady Lactose surely realized that she was no match in mortal combat
with the legendary Lone Star.
	"Soon," Lone Star muttered.
	The drug only lasted about four hours.  Lady Lactose personally administered
the pills every four hours, like clockwork.  She was never late.  And it has
just shy of four hours since her last dose.  It might take another hour or more,
before the level of the drug dropped enough to wield her Power, but it would
happen.
	Her smile vanished when she felt the all too familiar feel of telekinetic Power
touch her.  It gently seized her and started pulling her toward the door and her
enemies.  Lady Lactose was growing more adept at utilizing her stolen Power. 
Lone Star panicked.
	"No!" she shouted.  Instantly she was grounded.  The other Power lost its hold
on her.  "I've gotten my Power back."
	Elation filled her.  Her beloved Power had returned.  Now it was time to kick
butt.
	Stepping up to the door and looking down, she smiled mirthlessly.  Everyone
stopped to gawk up at her.  They surely sensed the change.  With satisfaction
she noted Lady Lactose's eyes widen slightly with realization.
	"I'm back."
	With that, Lone Star stepped out into midair and pushed herself some ten feet
from the doorway.  The others stared at her like a rabbit caught in headlights. 
She didn't waste time exacting her vengeance.
	First thing, she seized all the guns with her Power and threw them through the
ceiling, leaving a gaping hole in the roof.  Several men broke and ran, but she
caught them easily and lifted them into the air.  They struggled helplessly as
she smiled down at them.  Then with a mental "flick" she sent them crashing
headfirst into the wall.  All collapsed bonelessly to the concrete floor. 
	Lady Lactose struck while she was distracted.  She sent a large steel rod
flying at her from behind.  But Lone Star "felt" it coming and threw up a
barrier of mental force.  It came to a sudden stop just two feet from her back. 
Then she seized it from Lady Lactose's control and hurled it at the vampire.
	Lady Lactose shrieked and jumped out of the way just in time.  She was still
inexperienced wielding Power, so couldn't mount quick defenses.  Lone Star
grinned victoriously.
	Reaching out, she seized Lady Lactose.  The vampire struggled to fight her off. 
She was strong and determined, just not as adept.  And she still couldn't do
more than one thing at a time with telekinetic Power.  But Lone Star could, and
did.  While still fighting to seize the vampire, she also went for her dress. 
An instant later Lady Lactose's black silk dress was ripped off, leaving her
standing there in nothing but her thigh boots.
	Lady Lactose's concentration wavered just an instant when her dress was
stripped away.  It was enough.  Lone Star smashed through her remaining defense
and seized her.
	"Aaaiii!" Lady Lactose cried, a look of terror on her lovely face.
	"First time victim, heh?" Lone Star said.  "I've noticed how horrified
predators like you become when you are the prey."
	"Release me!"
	"Honey, I've just begun with you," Lone Star said cruelly.
	Lone Star hesitated.  What to do to her?  Smash her about, yes.  But she had to
really teach that vampire a lesson.  Had to teach her a painful lesson.
	"Ooo," Lone Star gasped.
A feeling of queasiness rushed through her.  Suddenly, she couldn't maintain her
position high above the floor and dropped down.  Worse, she lost her hold on
Lady Lactose.  She landed hard, and lifted one hand to her forehead.  The
dizziness quickly passed.
Looking around she spotted Lady Lactose watching her guardedly.  The six
remaining guards were frozen in place, probably afraid that if they bolted she'd
turn her attention on them.  But they were a threat to her in her weakened
condition.  So they all had to go into the wall as well.  Then she would deal
with Lady Lactose one-on-one.
	She reached out - and nothing happened.  They didn't move. She didn't feel her
Power anymore.  But the drug was worn off.  She tried again.  
	Nothing.
	"Wait," Lady Lactose said, taking a tentative step forward.  Realization
flooded her face  "You've lost your Power."
	"No!"
	Lady Lactose seized her with her stolen Power and lifted her ten feet in the
air.  Lone Star couldn't summon up anything to fight her.  It was like being on
the drug.  She couldn't feel her Power any more.
	"You're pregnant!  We did it!  We de-Powered the legendary Super Heroine, Lone
Star!"
	The men cheered as Lone Star floated in the air above them, helpless and
shattered.  Her beloved Power was gone forever.  One of the scummy criminals
she'd sent to prison had impregnated her, reducing her to nothing.  Never to be
anything but a criminal's fuck toy and/or punching bag.
	She felt herself descend back to the floor.  Two men rushed forward and seized
her arms.  Lone Star was defeated.  Banished from the field forever.  She didn't
have the will to fight them.
	As they held onto her tightly, Lady Lactose walked tap-tapping up with a cell
phone to her face.  She was so excited she hadn't even bothered to cover her
nakedness.  Lone Star idly wondered if the victorious vampire even remembered
she'd been stripped in the battle.
	"Hello," she said, looking her prisoner over with relish.  "Good news.  I have
successfully de-Powered Lone Star.  Yes!  She's standing before me right now,
all dejected and Powerless.  Yes.  I'm serious.  Lone Star is no more.  The
Victory Party is next Saturday.  My people will notify you with directions on
how to get here.  Don't forget to bring the money.  Yes, don't worry.  You'll
have some one-on-one time with her.  Everyone will."
	She pressed the END button to hang up, then snapped the phone shut in Lone
Star's face.
	"That was just one of many notifications I have to make," she said.  "Over a
dozen powerful men offered to pay me handsomely to de-Power you.  They were sick
and tired of your interference.  Now they can breathe a sigh of relief, and
redouble their illicit business efforts."
	"Crime will flourish without me to stop it," Lone Star muttered.  "You've done
more than just destroy me.  You've destroyed countless lives.  How many lives
will be destroyed or corrupted because of what you did here today?"
	"A lot, I hope," she said, gloating.  "The world hates me for what I was born. 
So I hate the world right back."
	She turned abruptly on her tall stiletto heel and marched off.  Lone Star was
forced to follow.  As always, Lady Lactose's taps annoyed her.  It was a sound
Lone Star feared she'd never be rid of now.  It would probably be the last sound
she ever heard as well, the way her luck was going.
	Lone Star expected to be tied to another chair and raped.  A celebration rape,
no doubt.  But instead she was tied spread eagle against a wall.  A few minutes
later a man rolled in a cart.  It took a moment to realize what was on the cart.
	Milking machines.
	"I'm planning to serve amazon milk at the victory party, love," Lady Lactose
said.  "Your milk.  And I'll need a lot of milk considering how many will be
attending.  Shall we start?"
	Lone Star rolled her eyes and groaned.  For the past week she'd been milked
every four hours.  Lady Lactose always said amazons produced milk so fast she
could be milked hourly.  And if the vampire was present at the milking, then she
could use her Power to force her tits to lactate at a phenomenal rate,
continuously for hours on end.  Somehow, Lone Star knew the latter was about to
happen.
	"I always enjoy this part," Lady Lactose said.
	She placed the two suction cups over Lone Star's tender pink nipples and turned
on the pumps.  Lone Star groaned as she felt her sensitive nipples elongate and
fill up the small cups.  A terrible pumping started that coaxed the milk out of
the tits.  Almost immediately she felt the milk flow.  White fluid quickly
filled the clear plastic tubes, and started to fill the clear glass bottles. 
Each was a one-gallon bottle.  And with Lady Lactose's Power stimulating her
tits, she quickly filled them both.  And two more.  And two more.  And on and on
till the wee hours of the night.
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	"How's that feel, love?" Lady Lactose said, looking too pleased as she patted
her captive's taut thigh just above the boot top.
	They were in a lavishly decorated chamber, deep within the dilapidated
warehouse.  It was air conditioned, carpeted and paneled in rich wood.  It
looked like some billionaire's living room.  There was a fireplace, with a real
fire burning.  Sofas and easy chairs were scattered about.  A long table piled
with rich foods and drinks lined the wall opposite Lone Star.
	Lone Star was placed in a recessed area.  Twin steel bars, as thick as her
wrists, stuck out from opposite sides, about 3 feet off the floor.  There was a
foot wide gap between their ends.  Lady Lactose her placed in a dramatic split
upon the bars, centered over the gap.  Her booted legs were tightly bound to the
steel bars, at her ankles, just below and above the knees, and around the middle
of her thighs.  Lone Star couldn't move her legs at all.  Meanwhile, Lone Star's
wrists were placed in heavy shackles and pulled up and away at a 45 degree angle
from her body.
	"You look great," Lady Lactose said.  "Just delicious."
	The vampire had dressed the Super Heroine in her costume.  The very costume she
was captured in.  Even her tits were covered for the first time since her
capture.  Lone Star didn't expect that to last long once the guests arrived.
	"Don't have anything to say, Megan?" Lady Lactose said.
	Lone Star just glared daggers at her.  Two days after her recapture the
batteries in her mask gave up the ghost.  It fell off while two of the guards
were fucking her, one in the ass and the other in the mouth.  It didn't take
Lady Lactose long to force her true identity out of her after that.  The next
day Lady Lactose sent men to completely clean out Megan Britain's apartment. 
All of her prized possessions now belonged to the vampire, who was displaying
many of them along the same wall Lone Star was held.
	All of her Sisterhood ankhs were on display, as were her extra costumes and
masks.  Even her two winter weather costumes.  All of her treasured citations
and awards were displayed on the wall behind and around her, so everyone could
revel at how far she'd fallen.
	Still worse, Lady Lactose acquired two masks she'd never used.  They were still
waiting to be "formed."  She quickly claimed those as her own, having them
automatically mold themselves to her face.  She now had the Sisterhood's latest
technological wonders at her disposal, including the ability to enter the local
Sisterhood's secure communication network.
	She now wore her stolen mask, after replacing the red pleather outer cover Lone
Star used with black leather.  Like all amazons, she didn't want anyone knowing
her true identity.
	"Lady Lactose, your guests are all here," one of her nameless goons said.
	She locked eyes with Lone Star.
	"You've made all my dreams come true, love.  Now to move to the next level,"
she said.
	Lady Lactose spun on her heel, long blonde tresses flying, and strode to large
double doors to one side.  She flung them open dramatically.  Lone Star saw
dozens of people on the other side, glasses of milk in hand and mingling.  All
looked extremely excited.  Most of their eyes looked past Lady Lactose to rest
on the captured Super Heroine.
	"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming," Lady Lactose said.  "Come into
the main parlor, and enjoy my little display."
	Within seconds crime lords and their lieutenants were all around Lone Star. 
They touched and caressed, pinched and poked her from all angles.  Most had
either looks of awe, or utter triumph on their faces.
	"I hope you've all been enjoying the milk I provided," Lady Lactose said.  Most
of them glanced down at the glasses in their hands.  "That is milk I got from
Lone Star's titanic tits.  How's it taste?"
	Everyone suddenly had looks of delight, and took sips.  They all looked quite
pleased.  Lone Star just looked at them aghast.  The depravity of it all was too
disturbing to contemplate.
	"As you can see, I create a virtual shrine to the dearly de-Powered Super
Heroine Lone Star.  Everything you see before you came from her apartment. 
These are the actual citations, awards and medals she was given over the years. 
The photos are all from her private collection of memorabilia.  These are the
things that make Lone Star happy.  All of her costumes are on the tables, too. 
She still owned every costume she had since becoming a Super Heroine twelve
years ago.  All the damaged ones were kept in a cardboard box.  All of them will
be auctioned off at the end of the night, along with all of the memorabilia. 
Souvenirs of this wonderful evening."
	"Are you going to auction Lone Star?" the lieutenant of a drug lord asked.
	"No.  I have to keep her, at least for the time being.  I can't steal her Power
without access to her milk," Lady Lactose said.  "But maybe in a year or so. 
I'll let you all know if I decide to sell her."
	"When will we get the alone time with her you promised?" a rotund man asked.
	It was Herman Schloss.  A white slaver she caught three months back.  He was
out on bond awaiting trial.  Without her testimony he would probably walk. 
Tonight, though, he would "execute" his own justice on Lone Star.
	"Right after the unmasking," the beautiful vampire said.
	He lumbered up to Lone Star.  He stared at her for a long moment.  She tried to
stare back defiantly, but it was hard to do with a lump in the throat.
	Herman cupped her face in both hands, locked eyes with her a moment, then bent
down and kissed her long and hard.  Lone Star tried to resist, but she couldn't
use her legendary amazon strength while bound up that way.
	"I'm really going to enjoy fucking you, Lone Star," he muttered, and walked
away.
	And that scene was repeated over and over for the next two hours, as everyone
present with a score to settle came over to kiss, molest and gloat over her. 
Then Lady Lactose's goons started setting up audio-video equipment.  It was the
first time she realized her unmasking would be video taped.
	Lady Lactose got everyone behind the camera, so they couldn't be identified and
prosecuted.  Then she stepped up next to Lone Star and turned to the camera. 
One of her goons turned it on at her signal.
	"Hello, everyone.  I'm Lady Lactose and the bound beauty behind me is none
other than the legendary Lone Star.  And she's never looked sexier, either!" she
said, smiling prettily at the camera.  Reaching out, she pulled Lone Star's top
down to expose her tits.  "Is that better?"
	Everyone applauded.
	"I thought you'd like that," she said, laughing.  It was a delightful laugh. 
"Lone Star, though, hasn't been in a very good mood for the past couple weeks. 
I guess that's what happens when you are defeated in hand to hand combat, then
stripped, fucked and impregnated.  That's right, boys and girls, the mighty and
once invincible Lone Star is preggers!  No more Power.  She has traded in life
as a respected and feared Super Heroine for the life of my personal fuck toy. 
How sweet is that?"
	Everyone in the room laughed, many lifting glasses of Lone Star's breast milk
high in toast.  Lone Star glared at them.  She wanted to cry like a baby, but
she wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
	"My guests are getting impatient, so lets get to the meat of the get-together
and video," she said, stepping closer to Lone Star.  "Everyone wants to know. 
Who is Lone Star really?  What is her real name?  What does she look like out of
that mask and costume?"  She slanted a mischievous look at the camera.  "Let's
find out, OK?"
	Like everyone else in the room, Lone Star held her breath as Lady Lactose's
gloved hands reached for her mask.  Her eyes grew wide as the vampire slowly
pressed the hidden buttons on the mask, in a precise sequence.  Seconds later
the mask shutdown and released from her face.  Lady Lactose pulled it away with
a dramatic flourish.
	"It's none other than Miss Megan Emily Britain of Garland, Texas!  Megan is a
thirty year old commercial actress and catalog model, who teaches Sunday School,
likes to ride horses, swim, and dance.  Oh, and did I mention she fought crime
as a costumed vigilante?  Well, not anymore."
	Lady Lactose slowly began to cut off Lone Star's costume.  After the suit was
gone, she produced a massive, ten-inch dildo with thick knobs all along its
rubber shaft.  Twisting a switch at the bottom end, she started it vibrating
loudly.
	"Have you ever seen a Super Heroine squirm?  Have you ever seen a Super Heroine
forced to orgasm for a live audience?" she asked.  "Want to see it now?"
	The men and women present screamed their desire to watch her dildo fuck Lone
Star.
	"So be it."
	As the thick, vibrating dildo slide deeper and deeper into Lone Star's wet
pussy, and as pleasure radiated through her body against her will, Lady Lactose
leaned in close and spoke softly into her ear.
	"You're only the first.  Very soon your friends -- Lady Texas, Ms Texicana,
Miss Liberty and Ultra Woman -- will be on this rack, de-Powered and before the
camera.  They will all join you in my stable of Super Heroine cows.  And you
have to live with the fact I did it with the Power I stole from you."

THE END