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PLATINUM ANGEL: SILVER LINING

By Dark One

Pink lips pursed, long pink nails tapping on the desktop, billionaire

philanthropist Felicity Silverbush contemplated the anonymous e-mail pulled

up on her computer screen. She didn’t like “anonymous” but the information

it conveyed was compelling -- if it was true.

“It would be just like those money-grubbing malefactors to do something

like that,” Felicity muttered darkly.

As one of the world’s leading animal rights activists, she received

numerous e-mails every day promising to reveal some sinister plan or current

program by major companies exploiting helpless animals. But the

Axium-Meiers conglomerate was a notorious past sinner.

“But they are under new management,” she said, pausing to peruse the e-mail

again. Her vast fortune had been instrumental in that, too. Just the

threat of a hostile takeover bid had been enough to send Axium-Meiers

scrambling for a mutually satisfactory resolution. “I helped to elect most

of their new directors after I orchestrated that last shake up. They

wouldn’t dare betray me by conducting experiments on chimps.”

Her baby blue eyes narrowed at the screen. If they had reneged on their

promises, then she would expose their duplicity and slap them down once

again. She had already kicked their feet out from beneath them half a dozen

times, and until she received that damning e-mail, Felicity thought they’d

had enough and would stay on the straight and narrow.

“Men!” she huffed, eyes blazing blue fire. The socially conscious

chairwoman she’d helped to be elected head of the multi-national drug

company had resigned suddenly three months back, citing family health

concerns. One of the few men left on the Board of the “old regime” took

over as Chairman. “I should’ve realized I couldn’t trust him or his

cronies.”

Men took the easy way, the disreputable way, to making easy money.

Felicity wasn’t into easy money. She’d inherited five hundred million from

her parents at thirteen, who died mysteriously while protesting at an

Axium-Meiers facility in Europe. Felicity parleyed that sizable fortune

into a truly amazing ten billion dollar fortune in just fifteen years. And

she didn’t take any shortcuts, or victimize women, children or animals in

doing so.

“Men make me so mad,” she said, her beautiful face screwed up in a frown.

Felicity flipped waist-length silver-blonde hair back over her shoulders

and clicked off her ISP. Normally, she would alert her companions in the

organization she created, “Save Our Animal Friends.” But it could take

days, even weeks to organize a proper protest, and for her to get the right

people pushing in the right ways behind the scene to expose those evil-doers

and save those poor animals. And she took the very real risk of giving

Axium-Meiers time to “dispose” of their non-human victims.

“I think this is a job best handled by Platinum Angel,” Felicity said, baby

blues flashing and full lips curving into a smile.

Ms Silverbush stood and stretched. Then she glanced at the dark window.

“I think it’s late enough,” she said, and turned on a tall stiletto heel.

Striding purposely, the filthy rich feminist and philanthropist headed for

her secret room. Her heels echoed through the dark, empty halls of the

opulent, sprawling Spanish colonial mansion her parents built to celebrate

their twentieth anniversary when Felicity was just ten. Since it was past

midnight, the staff was all off and presumably sleeping.

The elevator in the three-story mansion was waiting. It was one of five

such elevators, except this was Felicity’s personal elevator. No one was

allowed to use it except her. The elevator opened up on all three floors,

and the underground garage as well. Indeed, it opened up next to her car in

the garage and across from her bedroom suite on the third floor. Very

convenient.

Stepping inside, she pushed the button for the door to close. Then she

pushed the third floor button and the garage button at exactly the same

time. Felicity felt the elevator began its rapid descent, knowing the

lights above all of the elevator doors would indicate it was rising up to

the third floor. No one knew of her secret chambers far below the mansion.

One hundred feet below the underground garage, deep within the

mountainside, Felicity stepped out of the elevator. The doors closed behind

her and she heard it rising quickly. It would wait on the third floor,

making the curious believe she was in bed.

The Lair of the Platinum Angel was a sprawling eight thousand square feet.

The facility housed crime-fighting computers, extensive monitoring systems

for radio, TV and even the city and state’s incredible camera system. Also,

there was a kitchen, bedroom, full bath and living area, and a vast closet

and dressing area. Felicity kept all of the various versions of her Super

Heroine costume on display on mannequins as she evolved from a thirteen year

old rogue Super Heroine, into a young eighteen year old member of the

Sisterhood of Alpha Meta Super Heroines, and finally to her current costume

as a member of Fierce Angels. Also, certain costumes (often torn or

otherwise damaged) that she was wearing during especially memorable events

were on display.

She even had the black leather costume on display that she wore during most

of her twentieth year, while the sex slave fuck toy and milk dispenser of

the lactose vampire Lady Lactose. That was a troubling year. Even after

seven years, Felicity still daydreamed of bondage and discipline, longed to

feel a riding crop snapped across her bare bottom, longed to hear the crack

as it hit her satiny skin. Due to her dark sexual desires now, she totally

avoided any sexual contact with men or women. She didn’t trust herself.

As she walked, Felicity began unfastening and loosening her “civilian”

clothes. When she reached the dressing area, she neatly hung up the prime

white silk blouse and woolen black skirt. Then she removed the lacy white

bra holding her globular, white 44DDs, enjoying their momentary release and

freedom. Bras were necessary “evils” in her mind. Then she kicked off the

black pumps and peeled off the black pantyhose. Finally, she pulled the

white cotton thong she wore down her mile long, shapely legs.

That done, she paused only a second to admire her figure in the surrounding

full-length mirrors.

“That new workout regimen is paying off,” she said, smiling as her

perfectly manicured hands slid down her rock hard abs. “I’ll have to

remember to give my personal trainer an extra generous bonus for Christmas.”

She ran her fingertips over the ultra-soft skin bordering her bikini waxed,

silver blonde pubic patch, with the bubblegum pink lips of her highly

sensitive vulva below it, not feeling any stubble yet. She had to be

careful since her skimpy costume barely contained what little pubic hair she

had left. The Fierce Angels followed the Sisterhood’s credo, the skimpier

the better when it came to costumes. The Super Heroines with the skimpiest

costumes tended to be more respected, more beloved by the general public if

not by the criminals.

Felicity avoided touching herself too intimately. It was far too easy to

rouse her libido since her time with Lady Lactose. Then she reached up and

cupped her mammoth tits, and gave them a little squeeze. A bit of milk shot

out of each perfect pink nipple, making her frown at her predicament.

“Damn lactose vampires,” she grumbled, for the ten thousandth time. “Damn

Lady Lactose to Hell.”

Felicity was not born with naturally huge boobs. But when she was twenty,

after seven years as a Super Heroine, and two years as a member of the

Sisterhood, Platinum Angel was captured for the first time. Captured by the

notorious lactose vampire, Lady Lactose. Her captor immediately used her

Satan given Power to force poor Platinum Angel to start lactating. And boy

how she lactated. For eight months, the lactose vampire fed off her

bountiful and ever growing breasts. In that time, she went from a perky 36C

to an awesome 42DD. And even though she’d escaped just over seven years

ago, her tits still produced enormous amounts of milk. Indeed, she was

forced to milk herself at least twice a day so she didn’t stretch her tits

out even more. Since her escape her titanic tits had grown from 42DDs to

44DDs.

“I need a good milking right now,” she lamented. But she didn’t have time.

The Axium-Meiers research facility just north of the city was vast. She

couldn’t waste time milking herself. “I’ll do it once I get home.”

She squashed both tits together. Hard. Milk shot out in thick streams for

a long moment, until she felt a little slack in her tits. Every time she

failed to milk herself it meant her tits stretched out a tiny bit more.

Felicity was usually diligent in her milking schedule, to try and keep from

having freak show tits before she was thirty.

“Feels better,” she said, caressing her mighty tits lovingly. “Mmmmm.”

After a moment of that pleasant feeling exercise, she silently berated

herself for dallying. Then she reached for her shiny silver bikini bottoms.

They were mirror finished shiny, French cut and so skimpy they were almost

considered thongs. After tugging them firmly into place around her well

rounded hips, she donned the equally silvery and skimpy bikini top, which

fastened with a platinum clasp between her tits. After briefly looking

herself over in the mirror, Felicity pulled on and zipped up her silvery

thigh boots, then pulled on her silver opera gloves. Then, after putting on

two platinum bangles on each wrist, and a pair of platinum hoop earrings,

she put a platinum choker chain around her slender throat, which Lady

Lactose had forced her to wear during her captivity. She wore it to remind

herself to be cautious.

“Looking positively heroic,” she said, looking herself over again.

Finally, she donned the last and most important part of her Fierce Angel

costume. The mask and headdress. The headdress fit snugly around her head,

the bands hidden by her voluminous silver blonde hair, so that all anyone

else saw was the shiny platinum band across her forehead and the flaring

white wings to either side of her head. Her “angel” wings, it was said.

Then she donned the white mask, covering the upper half of her face, and she

was finished. “A sight to strike fear in malefactors everywhere, no doubt.”

Happy with her appearance, Felicity, now transformed into Platinum Angel,

strode purposely over to her home surveillance array of monitors. In less

than five minutes she determined with a vast array of sophisticated

equipment (passive and infrared night vision, audio and radio, etc…) that no

one was watching her home. Being a rich and famous “celebutant” had its

drawbacks. Namely, paparazzi.

Platinum Angel walked over to a bright white circle on the floor. Above

her was a dark opening. A wide shaft that rose up through the earth,

through her mansion and terminated in a false chimney cluster atop her roof.

Using her Power, Platinum Angel lifted off the floor and soared straight

up the shaft.

As an Alpha Meta woman, Felicity had a talent commonly referred to in the

media as her Power. Her power was Telekinetic in nature. She was quite

powerful, too, with the ability to mentally lift buses and hurl them great

distances. So it was no effort at all to lift herself, and “fly” anywhere

she wanted to go.

Reaching the top of the shaft, she pressed a button and a hidden trapdoor

opened up. She glided up through it and it closed behind her. Platinum

Angel wasted no time. She shot straight out and up at extraordinary speed.

Even if someone was watching, they would have a difficult time determining

what they just saw.

The Axium-Meiers research facility wasn’t that far from her mansion, as the

crow flies. Within minutes Platinum Angel was hovering high above, looking

the campus-like compound over. The e-mail stated the location of the

immoral experiments on helpless animals, but she wanted to ensure she knew

where everyone was, especially security.

Once satisfied, she quickly descended to the roof of the implicated

building. She found the door into the building not only locked, as

expected, but they had reinforced it so even her super strength couldn’t rip

it open. That was suspicious, but she knew there were evil Alpha Metas and

other criminals with FEM belts, which gave the wearer Alpha Meta like

strength.

Now Platinum Angel understood why they considered it a High Security

building. Scowling, she hurried over to the top of the elevator shaft that

towered over the roof. She got inside that easily enough, and used her

Power to slowly descend to the top of the elevator, which was waiting on the

third floor. She needed to go to the second floor, so she slipped down into

the elevator and pushed the button for TWO. Moments later, Platinum Angel

stepped onto the second floor.

“Pretty good security, but I’m better,” she said, grinning. “As usual.”

Platinum Angel quickly found the suspected room, where the e-mail claimed

Axium-Meiers was conducting experiments on chimpanzees. The door was

locked, but it was a normal door otherwise. So the sexy Super Heroine

easily ripped off the doorknob and stepped inside.

“Oh my God! What kinda of living Hell is this?” she cried.

It was worse than she was led to believe. There were easily twenty chimps

in the brightly lit room. About five lay listlessly in cages against the

wall to her left. The rest were strapped into various torture devices.

Deep down, Platinum Angel knew they were not REALLY torture devices, but

devices used to keep the animals completely immobilized. Most were strapped

down in sitting positions, but others were spread-eagle, bent over, or

otherwise placed in odd and unnatural positions. The immobilized chimps all

had monitoring equipment hooked up to them, and some were even hooked up

with IVs to feed and/or administer drugs.

The shapely Super Heroine reached down inside her left thigh boot top and

extracted a very small digital camera. She quickly took about thirty

pictures, just so the world could see what depraved monsters the scientists

and executives at Axium-Meiers were, despite what they promised the world.

That done, she returned the expensive digital camera to its secret pocket

inside her boot and began unbuckling lackluster chimps. She pulled out IVs

and ripped off the taped on monitoring devices. After freeing the chimps,

she gently lowered them to the floor and went to the next chimp. About

halfway through releasing the abused animals, the first ones she freed

started getting antsy and moving around nervously.

“I can’t just let them wander around aimlessly,” she muttered, looking

around. It annoyed her that she never thought out what she would do.

Initially, she thought she’d just check out the situation, and take care of

it as her alter ego, Felicity. But she just couldn’t allow those noble

animals to suffer any more. So she opened a window and the freed chimps

slowly started slipping through the window and wandering off into the woods.

The chimps in the cages were another story. They were ready to go, and

streaked out the window the second she opened their cages.

“You’re the last, little fellow,” Platinum Angel cooed to the large chimp

in the last cage. Even the chimps in the “torture” devices had left by that

time. This chimp was starting to rattle his cage, excited and ready to

escape. “Ready to go?”

“I don’t think so, Sweetheart,” an angry male voice said from the door.

Platinum Angel whirled around to find five security guards glaring at her,

all holding nightsticks. That surprised her. She didn’t expect to

encounter more than one or two. Then she saw the blinking red light above

the door. Her baby blues cut to the open window.

“That’s right, Sweetheart, you set off the alarm when you opened the

window,” the guard wearing sergeant stripes said.

“I’m NOT your ‘Sweetheart,’” she said, moving into a classic Super Heroine

stance: head held high, chest sticking out, fists balled up on well rounded

hips. “I’m Platinum Angel.”

“I know,” he said. He was tall and burly, with no neck and close cropped

dark hair. His name badge said ‘Martinez.’ “You’re trespassing, ANGEL, and

destroying private property.”

“Those chimps you released aren’t cheap, so that’s probably grand larceny,

too,” another short, blonde guard interjected.

“Yeah,” Martinez said. He looked her over with appreciation. “The great

and mighty crime fighter has become a stinking criminal.”

Platinum Angel glared at them a long second, her right foot tapping on the

tile floor and her glossy pink lips pursed. This didn’t look good. There

would be some negative fallout, but she’d get through it. Especially after

she released the pictures she took to the press.

“Then releasing one more chimp won’t matter much,” she said, turning back

to open that last cage. It would be too cruel to keep this one chimp here

while all of his companions escaped.

“Halt!” Martinez cried, pulling his pistol.

Platinum Angel slanted an annoyed look at him. Using her Power, she seized

his pistol and ripped it from his grasp. A second later the pistol flew out

the window. The five guards charged her at that time, wielding their

nightsticks. She threw out her hand and sent a wave of force straight into

them, smashing them all straight back into the wall. The blow didn’t take

them out, but it did stagger them. She didn’t want to hurt mere security

guards doing their job.

“Good one, Platinum Angel,” a familiar voice said from the other door.

Spinning around, Platinum Angel spotted three men. The two forward men

wore dark suits and ties. The small, middle-aged and bespeckled man one

step back and between them was Dr. Clarence Dedman.

“Dr. Death!” Platinum Angel cried. His eyes narrowed and his expression

darkened. Felicity branded him with that name some thirteen years ago,

right after she shutdown a similar laboratory he was running. “I should’ve

known you’d be behind such cruelty.”

He shrugged. “It’s legal. But what you did is not legal. I’m afraid

we’ll have to press charges, Silver Angel.”

“Platinum, you moron,” she snarled. “I’m PLATINUM Angel.”

“Six one way, half a dozen the other,” Dr Dedman said, shrugging. “Boys,

invite the little angel to wait for the police to show up.”

Platinum Angel shook her head woefully as she crossed her arms beneath her

titanic tits. Men never learned. She’d just given a “tiny” demonstration

of her Power, and yet they came at her again. And they gave every

indication they expected to easily capture her. It was insulting.

“You imbeciles really should look up Super Heroine in the dictionary,” she

said.

One of the guards threw his nightstick straight at the back of her silver

blonde head. As a Telekinetic Power on full alert with her senses she felt

it spinning towards her, so caught it in midair with her Power and sent it

spinning back at him.

“Ah!” he cried, falling as his nightstick went clattering away across the

tile floor after battering him in the head and shoulders.

That got the last remaining chimp to shrieking and shaking his cage

frantically. She glanced at him, her heart breaking to see such a wonderful

beast reduced so terribly. The remaining men charged her then.

The two goons with Dr. Dedman were closest, so she sent a wave of force at

them. But they surprised her by dropping to the floor and sliding towards

her. Before she realized it, they had bowled her over.

“Ooofff,” she cried, landing atop them. Big, hard fists and knees pummeled

her face, torso and legs. Despite being super powered, with super endurance

and healing, the beating was painful and debilitating to a degree.

“Enough.”

Platinum Angel twisted and turned, and slipped free of the two goons.

Sergeant Martinez was waiting for her, and swung his nightstick at her head.

She ducked, but he still struck the back of her head a glancing blow.

“Aiiee,” she cried, dropping to one knee. She spotted him out of the

corner of her eye stepping towards her, nightstick raised high to strike the

finishing blow. The beautiful Fierce Angel knew she would go down for the

count if he struck her, too. She was a very strong woman, not invulnerable.

So she seized him with her Power and shot him straight up into the

ceiling. Hard. A second later Martinez fell to the floor amid a rain of

broken ceiling tiles. “Don’t mess with me, boys.”

When the two goons and four remaining guards moved towards her, Platinum

Angel seized them with her Power and smashed them all straight up into the

ceiling as well. Then she turned two blazing blue eyes on the man she

called Dr. Death.

He looked at her with wide eyes behind his little round glasses.

“Dr. Death, you pathetic little malefactor,” she growled, stalking towards

him.

He turned and ran out the door. She started to give chase, but then the

last chimp started up again, screaming and rattling his cage. Platinum

Angel didn’t need to catch Dr. Dedman to put him out of business. She just

needed to release his chimps and expose him for what he was.

“There you go, little darling,” Platinum Angel cooed as she opened the

chimp’s cage.

Instead of just jumping out and racing for the window, the chimp jumped

straight into Platinum Angel’s arms. She started to smile, but he smashed

her up side the head. The sexy Super Heroine cried out and fell back, not

realizing a chimp was so strong. His blow left her mind reeling. Then he

grabbed her by her long, silver blonde hair and threw her into the wall, and

commenced to pummel her in his hysteria for several long minutes.

As sudden as the attack started, it was over. The chimp finally turned and

raced out the window. He left Platinum Angel a battered mess, moaning and

groaning, sprawled helplessly against the wall.

“No,” she whined when someone seized her right wrist, then the left.

Both wrists were pulled behind the battered platinum blonde, and locked

into handcuffs. One of the goons lifted her up to her wobbly feet. The

other goon stepped up in front of her, and punched her in the stomach. Then

a right and left to the face, followed by being lifted up high, and slammed

down into the hard, cold floor.

Then the guards took over. Each guard got several minutes of “punching

bag” time on her. No one pulled any punches. Halfway through the guards

her bikini top became unfastened, and her 44DDs flounced out. They, of

course, thought it great fun to use her huge tits as punching bags as well,

laughing at how much milk squirted out with each punch or squeeze.

“Ok, guards, we’ll take over,” Dr. Dedman said. As his goons took hold of

her upper arms, holding her on her wobbly feet, he paused to admire all the

milk dripping off her gigantic tits. He took a tentative lick, surprised

how good her milk tasted. “Well done. Very well done. Expect a little

something extra in your next paycheck to show my appreciation.”

“Thank you, Dr. Dedman.,” Sergeant Martinez said, eyeing Platinum Angel

with angry eyes. “You call us if she gives you any more trouble.”

“I will, thanks,” he said.

As soon as they departed the goons forced Platinum Angel to her knees. She

felt her face burning with shame. To kneel before a man was too degrading.

To kneel at the feet of her enemy was way too humiliating. He would pay

dearly for this outrage. They all would.

“Call the police,” she said. “I welcome the international spotlight it

will place upon you and your heinous experiments.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Titty Angel?” he said, and reached down to

cup her 44DDs. “Wow, what a rack.” He pinched a nipple, and milk squirted

out. “Damn. That shouldn’t happen, should it?” He gave her tit a squeeze,

and a thick stream of milk shot out. “Damn, I think I want a glass of that

titty juice.”

She just glowered at him. Her head was still spinning. She couldn’t

concentrate, so had no control over her Power. But the second she

recovered, her Power would return and she would mop the floor with those

sleazy malefactors.

“She’s starting to look a bit coherent, Doc,” one of the goons said.

“So she is,” he said.

Platinum Angel knew panic then. He pulled a brown bottle out of his pocket

and a white cotton cloth. Emptying the contents of the bottle into the

cloth he stepped up close.

“No! That’s not allow…Mmmmm-hhhmmm,” she cried, until cut off by the cloth

being pressed over her mouth and nose.

The beautiful Super Heroine held her breath for a long moment, but soon the

darkness began to creep in on the sides. Before she passed out, Platinum

Angel sucked in a deep breath drenched in chloroform.

“Hhhhmmmmmm,” she groaned miserably.

That one breath was enough to steal away her Power for hours. The evil

research scientist held the cloth in place for several minutes. He didn’t

release her until her baby blues rolled up and fluttered closed, and felt

her body finally relax totally.

“And that’s how you take down an Alpha Meta,” Dr. Dedman said, grinning

wickedly.

He watched with growing delight as his goons stripped off her silver

bikini. They did a full body cavity search, just for fun. But they did

find some interesting items hidden away in her thigh boots, including a

digital camera. During the search of Platinum Angel, he stood back and took

pictures.

“What’s happening? Where am I?” Platinum Angel groaned sleepily.

“Super Heroine Hell,” one of the goons deadpanned.

That brought the shapely Super Heroine fully awake. She looked around,

realized the reason she was so uncomfortable was because her wrists were

handcuffed behind her back and two large, burly men were holding her in a

kneeling position. Dr. Death was standing in front of her taking pictures

of her nude body.

“Nice camera, Titty Girl,” Dr. Dedman said, studying her digital camera.

He took another picture of her. “Sorry, my little Amazon Angel, but I

accidentally deleted all the incriminating pictures.” He shrugged, then his

expression brightened. “Don’t be sad. I’ve been busy replacing the lost

pictures with even better ones. Say cheese.”

“You won’t get away with this, Dr. Death,” she said between clenched teeth,

weakly struggling.

“Of course I will,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’ve never been caught

before.”

“What?”

“I mean, you aren’t my first Super Heroine capture. You’re the fifth,” he

said. “But, the first one to constantly secret milk. I have got to have a

glass of that.”

Dr. Dedman fetched a glass and proceeded to milk the outraged, struggling

Super Heroine. He quickly and easily filled an 8 oz glass. He took a

tentative sip, smiled, and promptly drained the glass.

“This stuff is great,” he exclaimed.

“What are you going to do with me?” Platinum Angel said, disgusted by him

drinking her milk and wanted to get their minds off her mother’s milk.

“Oh, the usual,” he said, smacking his lips. “You know, shoot you behind

the ear. Dump your semi-nude body in an alley in the closest red light

district. Sit back and watch all the fun unfold on TV. Like I said, the

usual fun.” Then he knelt before her and started to milk another glass out

of her tits. “You boys have got to taste this stuff. It’s incredible.”

Platinum Angel’s blood ran cold. She never expected it to end like this.

In truth, she rarely even thought of defeat. The concept was so alien to

her psyche she never was able to wrap her mind around it. But, on the rare

occasion she discussed the possibilities with other Super Heroines, everyone

always expected to either die fighting, or be captured and sold into

prostitution. It was one of the reasons they all despised prostitution, and

pimps and madams, to intensely.

“Here, taste,” Dr. Dedman said, handing the glass to a goon.

The two goons each drank half the glass and agreed with the evil scientist.

It was the most delicious milk they’d ever tasted. Bar none. Then it

started to happen.

“Oh, my,” Dr. Dedman said, standing up and poking at his own groin. “I

have an erection. I haven’t had an erecting in twenty years.”

“No doubt. After all, who would want to bed a pathetic loser like you?”

Platinum Angel said, blue eyes blazing.

“It’s getting hot in here,” he said, ignoring her.

“Very hot,” one of the goons said, and the other nodded.

Platinum Angel watched them warily. Maybe they were all coming down with

something, and it would give her a chance to escape. She could only pray.

Then she noticed the look Dr. Dedman was giving her.

“What do you want from me?” she asked.

“Everything,” he said in a husky voice.

The evil scientist fell to his knees before the sexy platinum blonde

heroine and immediately took her tits into his hands. He began squeezing,

caressing, pinching and sucking on her 44DDs. In less than a second he was

totally lost in her tits. He became an animal. Hungry. Feral. HORNY.

Platinum Angel was pushed to her back; her legs automatically spread. Dr.

Dedman quickly dropped his pants and lay atop her, suckling on her milky

tits. After he gorged himself on satiny titty flesh and hot mother’s milk,

he kissed and licked his way down across her belly to her nether region.

“Oh, Sweet Salvation,” Platinum Angel cried as his fingers brushed across

her vulva.

The geeky scientist used his thumbs to spread her bubblegum pink nether

lips, and ran his hot tongue up her fragrant slit. Platinum Angel’s back

immediately arched. That was too much stimulation for her. She groaned,

desperately trying to give them no pleasure or reason to continue sexually

abusing her.

“Mmmm, tastes good,” Dr. Dedman said.

Platinum Angel’s twat always tingled a bit after her time under insatiable

Lady Lactose. But when they stripped her earlier she felt her pussy even

more, especially when it started self-lubricating. But with the first

stroke of Dr. Death’s tongue her cunt burned with erotic pleasure.

“Stop it,” she groaned.

The sexy Super Heroine writhed helplessly, still feeling the effects of the

chloroform. The goons easily held her down while their boss sated his lusts

on her shapely body. What she didn’t realize was her legs spread even

wider, even though the rest of her was trying weakly to escape.

To Dr. Dedman, Platinum Angel’s pussy was the sweetest he’d ever tasted or

smelled. His cock was rock hard, begging to penetrate the shapely sex

kitten before him, but his mouth and tongue weren’t sated yet. He wanted

Platinum Angel prepared for his “entry” into her body.

“Delicious muffin, Amazon,” he muttered, muffled by his effects between her

wide spread legs.

Platinum Angel was panting like an overheated dog. She could barely think.

That once annoying, constant tingle in her pussy was now a raging fire,

and was spreading throughout her gorgeous body. The platinum-maned super

babe was quickly losing herself in the heady lusts her body so longed for,

but was long forbidden.

“I can’t….help my…self,” she said hoarsely. And it ripped.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Ugh! Oh!

Shiiiittttttiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeewwwwwww!”

The orgasm rocked her world. Platinum Angel gasped and groaned, her belly

quivering deep within, and her body trembling. And Dr. Dedman continued to

lick and suck her slit, nether lips and clit. In fact, he spent another

fifteen minutes eating her pussy, and ripped a total of five climaxes out of

her super sexy body.

The man she loathed more than any other slowly kissed and nibbled his way

up her spectacular body, until his face was just inches above her. He

stared at her glossy pink, slightly parted lips a long moment. She was just

barely recovered enough to realized what he was staring at, what he wanted.

She felt his hard cock pressed up between her thighs, throbbing in need.

<God, anyone but Dr. Death,> she thought miserably.

He lowered his lips to hers. They pressed together. She received his kiss

without response. She didn’t have the strength and willpower to fight him,

but didn’t want to return any passion, to get him any more pleasure than

what he “stole” from her than night. But it felt so good, and within a few

minutes she was giving him what he wanted. A passionate, deep French kiss.

“Hmmmm,” they both groaned.

When he broke the kiss, he lifted his butt and they both looked down at his

dangling dick. Then he took hold of it and guided it to her glistening

platinum, bikini waxed cunt. The bubblegum pink lips easily parted and she

felt Dr. Death’s cock penetrating deeper and deeper. She watched with

morbid fascination as his full seven inches slowly slid deep into her

vagina. And more, she FELT his cock enter her, fill her up to overflowing.

“Ooooohhhhhhhh,” she breathed.

“She liked that, too, doc,” a goon said.

“I can’t believe I’m actually having sex with Platinum Angel,” Dr. Dedman

said enthusiastically. “I thought I was impotent. But this is incredible.”

“This is vile and wrong,” Platinum Angel croaked out. “I beg you to stop

this insanity before it is too late.”

“It’s already too late for you, Silver Twat,” Dr. Dedman whispered in her

ear.

<Platinum, you nerdy twit,> she thought. <Not silver.>

After savoring his prolonged penetration, Dr. Dedman began a slow, sensuous

pumping action. He savored every stroke, in and out, in and out. Platinum

Angel was savoring it too, but that fact horrified her. Even so, her booted

feet rose off the floor and her knees locked. Now Dr. Dedman was fucking

her between a big silver-booted “V.”

Every stroke of his dick increased the pleasure in her body, increased the

fire in her belly. Soon, she was panting again, heart racing, pounding so

hard she could barely breathe or think. Very quickly, she felt her body

building toward climax. So fast this time she was astonished and

frightened.

One goon bent over and sucked in one of her nipples. Then the other sucked

in the other nipple. She felt milk flow. It felt good. If felt right, in

a wicked sadomasochist sore of way. It reminded her of bondage and

discipline, of being under the firm and lusty hand of Lady Lactose. Her

most hated and beloved mistress of long ago.

“No…please…I …can’t take…this…much…..Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!” she

cried. And this time, her nipples squirted copious amounts of milk into her

tormentors’ mouths during her orgasm. “Oh, Sweet Salvation.”

“I can’t hold it either,” Dr. Dedman said with a strained voice. He so

wanted to keep fucking her, but her last climax set him off due to the way

her pussy muscles were clenched even tighter, and quivering like a vibrator.

He lost is wad. “Uuauuughhh.”

Her cunt milked the evil scientist lustily, despite her despair and

disgust. All the while Dr Dedman’s goons were mouth milking her. She

hadn’t been suckled that much since escaping Lady Lactose over seven years

back. And like Lady Lactose before them, as they drank deeply their lust

grew and grew. Their hands were everywhere. Demanding. Bold and indecent.

Driving her wild with the needs and desires she feared so much. Needs and

desires strong enough to drown her true self and set her on a wicked path of

sex and debauchery.

All the while, Dr. Dedman was taking pictures of her as the men gorged

themselves on breast milk and statuesque body. He even zoomed in on her

beautiful, pink pussy to get shots of his cum dribbling out and down her

butt crack. Then, while watching one of the men squeezing her huge tit and

shooting a thick stream of milk into his waiting mouth, Dr. Dedman had an

epiphany.

“Of course! Why didn’t I see it before,” Dr. Dedman said. “It’s her milk.

Her breast milk’s an aphrodisiac. Stronger than Viagra!”

He watched his two bodyguards enjoy her mother’s milk and super shapely

body for another moment. They ardor was growing with every seconds, every

ounce of her special milk.

“OK, boys, you can have her after I unmask this Amazon super tart,” Dr.

Dedman said, reaching for her mask.

Platinum Angel panicked. She’d only been unmasked once in her career. By

Lady Lactose. She remembered the Hell that followed. These three men hated

and despised her alter ego Felicity Silverbush even more than Platinum

Angel. Their efforts to degrade and humiliate Felicity would double,

quadruple. She would be truly doomed.

Her right leg flashed up, batting his arm aside. He cried out in pain and

fell back. The chloroform might have robbed her of her God-given

Telekinetic Power, but she still had her super strength. Amazons, as Alpha

Meta women were generally called, possessed strength ten times greater than

a strong man.

With the immediate threat to her secret ID knocked way, she turned her

attention to the two goons. They were both so absorbed in suckling and

fondling her, they didn’t realize their boss wanted to unmask her.

Otherwise, one of them would just do it for him.

They each came up for air at differing intervals. But the second both came

up at the same time, Platinum Angel kicked both legs up next to her face,

then hooked her legs behind the goons’ heads and SLAMED them down to the

floor.

“Ugh!” they grunted as one and laid still.

Platinum Angel scrambled to her feet. It wasn’t easy to do while

handcuffed. Dr. Dedman ran from the room, back through the door he first

entered. So she ran through the other door. She had no clear plan to

escape, but knew that after being rendered unconscious with chloroform it

would be full daylight tomorrow before she had her Power back, so couldn’t

just fly away.

As she ran down the dark hallway, her stilettos clattering loudly, she

struggled with all her might to break the handcuffs binding her wrists. But

they were the new handcuffs manufactured to hold even Amazons. Reaching the

elevators, she used a stiletto heel to punch the call button. Minutes

later, she was inside and heading up.

“No! Down, I punched down,” she cried, then realized she never checked to

see if the elevator was going up or down before getting on. When the doors

opened, Sergeant Martinez was standing there, gawking at her. “Bastard!”

Platinum Angel kicked the security officer in the balls and raced past him.

Halfway down the hallway, she glanced back and saw he was struggling to

his knees, still facing away from her. So she backed up to a closed door

and grabbed the knob with her bound hand, turned it and slipped inside.

Then closing it, she turned to look where she was.

It was a nicely appointed office. There was a mahogany desk and credenza.

A flat screen TV was mounted on the wall opposite the desk. And there was

even a leather couch and matching chairs in one corner.

“Oh,” she gasped, hearing voices down the hallway.

She needed time to recover. Once her Power returned, she could easily rip

those cuffs to little pieces. She was that powerful of a Telekinetic. But

time was going to be hard to get with such determined men after her. It was

a rotten bit of luck to take the wrong elevator and for Sergeant Martinez to

see her. Otherwise Dr Death and his thugs would’ve been out looking for her

on the grounds.

“Sweet Salvation find me,” she muttered when she head the evil doctor’s

voice in the hallway. They were growing closer and closer. The doors

didn’t have locks on this floor, and few were even closed. The closed door

would surely invite a look inside, so she cursed her stupidity for closing

it. “Maybe I deserve…no! Gotta hide.”

There was only one place to hide in that office. Under the desk, and there

she went, huddled and feeling pathetic for the need to hide. Feeling

pathetic because of her

FEAR.

“She’s in there,” Dr. Dedman’s voice said outside the door.

“How do you know that?” Sergeant Martinez asked.

“Look, my good man,” he said. “See the floor? See the milk? Our angelic

fugitive is leaking milk like a cow.”

Platinum Angel looked down at her tits. Milk was oozing out of the nipples

and dripping liberally off her huge tits. Her belly and upper thighs were

drenched in milk. Milk that she hadn’t noticed during her mad flight.

The door opened and men rushed in. There was a hushed pause for a long

moment. Then Dr. Dedman strode in and broke them out of their surprised

state.

“Under the desk, you morons,” he snapped. “Get her out. Watch her legs.

She’s strong as an ox and fast as a pit viper.”

Feeling trapped, Platinum Angel rolled out from under the desk and leapt to

her feet. Unfortunately, the two body guards were already there and

waiting. One punched her in the face while another kicked her feet out from

under her. But she was only down, not out. So she kicked straight up and

landed on her feet. She immediately sent a roundhouse kick to the head of

one goon, leaving herself vulnerable to the body punches of the other.

“Uugghhh!” she cried, falling back.

Then Sergeant Martinez came up on her left flank, his nightstick out and

ready. So she thrust kicked him in the belly, doubling him up and forcing

him to drop to one knee. Hearing the other goon rushing her, the shapely

Super Heroine spun on a tall heel and dropped into a defensive stance. The

goon stopped and they eyed each other fiercely.

“Bitch,” Sergeant Martinez growled, and then cursed.

He lunged to his feet and swung the nightstick at the back of her head.

CRACK! She cried and dropped to one knee, bent over and dizzy from the

force of the blow. But she instantly knew the pain would vanish quickly and

she would recover before their disbelieving eyes. Alpha Metas were built

tough and durable.

Meanwhile, Martinez also dropped to his knees, still woozy. She was right

there in front of him, bent over and helpless. But he couldn’t’ do anything

about it. That thug of Dr. Dedman would capture her and get all the glory.

And he would be left high and dry, and with no outlet to vent his anger and

need for revenge on the mask silver whore.

So in anger, Sergeant Martinez thrust his nightstick at her shapely rump.

Platinum Angel was almost recovered from the blow. The goon standing

before her was wary, so thought she was faking it to lure in him like a

sucker. But he’d lost his only chance to catch her helpless. Now she

would…

“Yeeeoooww!” Platinum Angel cried as intense pain ripped up from her cunt

to her neck.

Martinez was shocked, and pleased. Unintentionally, the end of his

nightstick hit her sopping wet pussy, and went in a good five inches. The

platinum blonde vigilante screamed in shock and pain, but didn’t move

otherwise. So he pushed the nightstick deeper, driving in another five

inches. She gasped and jerked, but didn’t otherwise move.

When she tried to stand up, and push away from him and his giant

dildo-esque nightstick, he scrambled to his feet and followed, keeping the

stick up her cunt and then he lifted up higher and higher.

“Aaeeiiiii-shiiit,” Platinum Angel cried. “Get it out of me, you pathetic

piece of shit.”

“Good man!” Dr. Dedman called. She heard him taking more pictures with her

digital camera. “You got her where you want her now.”

Platinum Angel cried out when he gave it a firm, long pump. Out, then

rammed back in. She fell to her knees, face pressed to the cold tiles and

ass held up high. So he pumped it in and out again, and again, just to hear

her cry out with each stroke in and out.

The helpless heroine kicked her booted feet and begged for mercy. He

wouldn’t stop. She sobbed and begged, feeling her body changing. Lady

Lactose had done this to her, many times. So he was reducing her back to

that state of helpless, mindless sex slut fuck toy. She couldn’t allow that

to happen. The world needed her.

“Uuugghh-aaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!” she cried as the climax consumed her

body.

“Put her on the desk,” Dr. Dedman commanded. The two goons obeyed. Her

legs were spread and her ankles bound to the front legs of the desk. She

was bent over the top, helpless and vulnerable. “Now let the good Sergeant

get his dick wet. Let him finally ENJOY his sweet vengeance on this vile,

slutty would-be Super Heroine.”

“Please don’t,” she begged as she felt Martinez’s cock press against her

aching cunt. “You don’t understand. I’m vulnerable this way. You’ll

destroy me.”

“Good,” he said and thrust deep into her well-lubricated cunt.

The security guard banged her with wild abandon. Dr. Dedman snapped

picture after picture. She soon forgot about Dr. Death and his naughty

camera work, because Martinez was working her over good. Real good. Her

body was already hot and horny, and his enthusiasm excited her deep down.

She knew she had to escape, but an increasingly larger part of her DIDN’T

want to escape.

Handing the camera to a bodyguard, Dr. Dedman moved to the opposite side of

the desk from Martinez, stepping up close to her face and pulled out his

hard cock. Platinum Angel’s mouth began to water in anticipation of the

blow job she knew he wanted.

Looking into her sex glazed blue eyes, Dr. Dedman said, “Are you going to

be a good girl?”

“Yes.”

He watched her pink tongue slip out and slowly, sensuously lick her upper

lip. Then her glossy pink lips parted slight more. He guided his dick in,

watching her start sucking on its head immediately. The thug took picture

after picture as his cock slowly pistoned in and out of her gorgeous mouth.

Then Dr. Dedman reached down and pulled her mask off without warning.

“Nnnnuuuhhhmmmmmmm!” she screamed.

“My lord! It can’t be….no….it’s really….Felicity Silverbush?” Dr. Dedman

cried, astonished. “My greatest, most implacable enemy. Defeated and

helplessly SUCKING my dick.”

It was too much. Dr. Dedman lost control of his libido and shot his wad

into her mouth. She swallowed without promoting, then generously sucked and

licked him clean.

“I own you,” he hissed as their eyes met and locked.

“I am yours,” she conceded, dropping her eyes docilely. Now, she knew, the

blackmail would begin. He would control her every move, her every action.

She would be destroyed, separated from her friends and strength. He could

mold her AND Platinum Angel into anything he wanted, good or evil. “I am

defeated.”

“This is that snooty billionaire animal rights bitch?” Martinez said, now

panting and red faced. “Oh, this is too good! Oh YES!”

With that the security sergeant filled her vagina with his milky cum. Like

with Dedman earlier, her pussy muscles immediately clenched and quivered,

milking him of every once he possessed. Afterwards, he moved around the

desk to have her lick and suck his cock clean. Then Dedman gave him his

nightstick back and escorted him from the room.

While the evil scientist was in the hallway speaking with Martinez, the two

goons were FINALLY free to sate their all consuming lusts on her perfect and

curvaceous body. One began by fingering her anus, loosening her up.

Platinum Angel no longer had any fight left in her. She understood enough

to know she didn’t give orders anymore, but obeyed them without protest or

thought. Meanwhile, the other goon stepped in front of her and presented

his cock. It was HUGE.

“I can’t…Hmmmmmmm,” she started to protest fearfully. Before ten inches of

cockmeat was thrust deep into her mouth, filling it up. “Hmmm! Mmmmm.

Uuhhmmmm!”

With her sphincter loosened up, the other thug mounted her from behind.

The pain was incredible. She groaned miserably, trying to buck, but was

held down firmly by the goons and the ropes on her ankles. Dr. Dedman

returned during this newest sexual ordeal.

“My, you’ve never looked for attractive to me, Miss Silverbush,” Dr. Dedman

sneered. “Debauchery becomes you, Felicity.”

“Mmmgghhhh,” she responded.

He watched her a long time. She was clearly in excruciating pain when he

returned. After a few minutes her face and body relaxed, and the

glassy-eyed girl returned. Both men finally got more than they could

handle, and climaxed deep inside her. That made her cum again. Then they

both pulled out and spurted the last couple ounces in her face and across

her shapely hiney.

Then they swapped places and started over.

RING! RING!

Dr. Dedman was started by his cell phone. Looking at the caller ID, he

grinned and answered.

“Good morning, sir,” he said. “Yes, you heard correctly. Platinum Angel

did break into our secret facility. Yes, I’m afraid she released all of the

test animals. I’m afraid so, sir, the experiment is a total loss.” Then he

looked a Platinum Angel and grinned. “But there is a silver lining to this

debacle. We captured Platinum Angel. Oh yes, she is safely secured.

Indeed, at the moment she is quite docile and pliable.” He listened for a

long moment. “No, it won’t be necessary to kill her. In fact, I’ve

discovered her breast milk is a powerful aphrodisiac. The most powerful

known. I need to study her, but I think I can isolate what it is within her

milk and replicate it. Yes, commercially produce it too. If not, then we

have a very rare and expensive commodity to sell, to say the least. Oh, and

another thing, Mr. Chairman, I’ve ascertained Platinum Angel’s secret

identity. Get this, she is FELICITY SILVERBUSH. That’s right. Two birds

with one stone.”

Realizing he just told the Chairman of Axium-Meiers, an old and bitter

enemy of hers, her true identity, Platinum Angel knew she was irrevocable

defeated and cast down. He had good reason to hate her. Good reason to

take vengeance. And she knew the sadistic bastard would relish his newfound

power over her, and wield it like a whip to keep her in line and under his

thumb.

Dr. Dedman hung up and walked up close to her. She was laying on her belly

and gigantic tits, in an ever widening pool of milk. The former Fierce

Angel couldn’t stop lactating. He smiled.

“I can’t wait to get you strapped down in my new laboratory, Felicity,” he

said. “You’ve been cast out of Amazon Heaven, my little angel. Welcome to

Hell.”

THE END