GOT-Gal, GOT-Chic, and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X’s.  Mr. Klimstit, and the Klimstit Corporation are my own creations, and inspired by Mr. X’s works.  Simply Blue is a character developed by a friend, and used with their permission.

 

If Bondage, Forced Lactation, and other sexual behavior are offensive to you, do not read any further.

 

Any feedback may be sent to mrklimstit@lycos.com

 

Feeling Blue

 

            Some time before the Klimstit Corporation moved its headquarters to Delta City, it had been located in a college town.  It had been in that town that Mr. Klimstit had recruited one of his Inner Circle, the buxom blonde, Tiffany.  At that time, the company was still growing, as well as the criminal ventures done by Mr. Klimstit.  In fact, it was during the time there that development started on one of the items that would be used on some of the criminals that would try to cross Mr. Klimstit.

            Ironically, that item had been discovered by a female employee at the company.  This brunette had actually stumbled upon one of the hidden research areas, at a time when some of the security measures were not as they were now.  She had first discovered, at the time, the names of some of Mr. Klimstit's special clients.  Then she had come across a flask full of that mysterious product.  Unfortunately, when she had discovered it, she had accidentally run into the table the flask was on.  As if some perverted fiend controlled fate, when she had run into the table, the flask tipped over, and poured its contents all over her breasts.

            In the days following that event, she debated confronting Mr. Klimstit about what she found.  The only thing that held her back was that her breasts had increased in size.  They had gained at least two cup sizes.  She also noticed that they started leaking milk.  At first, she thought nothing of that, but then it happened.  One guy tried to take advantage of her, and when he did, some of her milk hit his balls.  Instantly, he was struck with every horny male's worst nightmare.  She watched, with glee, as his balls turned blue.  No matter how hard he seemed to try, he could not get release.  She left him like that, unaware until days later, that his balls had exploded.  A working girl had been convicted for his death, but she knew she had the power.

            So she formulated a plan.  She was going to get a piece of the action, either by eliminating, or blackmailing Mr. Klimstit.  Personally, she was going to do more than that, since the newest employee in the company, Tiffany, was her hair brained sister.  There had to be another reason why she was hired as an assistant to Mr. Klimstit.  So she would do to her sister what she did to her recent victims.  She pulled on her mock postal worker's costume, and then looked at the man on the bed.  She had tied him up, and had already coated his balls in her milk.  They were blue, and obviously swollen to near bursting.  She looked over at the man, and said "Don't worry, it will all be over soon." 

            She patted his balls, and then looked at the topless blonde next to him.  She was eyeing the man's exposed manhood, and her nipples were leaking milk.  She patted the woman's shoulder, and said, "Go ahead.  Enjoy the feeling, and the power you have."  She watched as the girl silently nodded, and let her milk flow all over they guy's exposed balls.  He heard him cry out through the gag in his mouth, and she left the room.  She knew it would not be long, but she was now certain that her power could be spread to others.

            She drove her car to work, after having told them she was taking the day off, and parked in a nearby lot.  She didn't want anyone knowing it was her, especially since she put on a wig.  She then made her way into the building holding a fake package.  It was all part of her plan.  She then made her way up to the office of Mr. Klimstit.  As she expected, her sister was at the desk outside the room.  She walked up to the desk, making sure she held the package up so her sister could not see her.  She calmly said, in her best attempt to disguise her voice, "Package for Mr. Klimstit."

            Tiffany, who had been typing up something at her computer, just waved the woman in.  It wasn't unusual for a package to come in directly for the boss.  It was odd that the delivery person was a woman.  It was also odd that there had a been an odd motion near her drink.  At first, she didn't think much of it, but as she took a drink while the woman entered, she noticed an odd taste.  She then remember what the others had said to her that morning, and she reached into one desk drawer as a strange craving started.

            The woman making the delivery walked into the room, her attention fixed on the man behind the desk.  It was Mr. Klimstit, and she knew what he would like.  However, she was going to play this right.  She was going to tempt him first, and then use blackmail.  She placed the box on the desk, and said, "I have a special delivery for you."

            Mr. Klimstit looked up, and noticed the individual delivering the package.  She was buxom, which he inwardly approved of, but he noticed that her postal worker's uniform didn't seem to fit to code.  A vast majority of them didn't wear tops that were so low cut, as well as the non-authentic logo.  He then glanced at the package, noticing its plain look.  "It doesn't look all that special."

            He was not surprised when the woman leaned over a bit, and he saw that her bra had been pushed aside to let her breasts stick out.  To emphasize it, he saw her pull the low cut collar down to let her ample breasts pop out.  "This is the special delivery.  Are they right up your alley?"  Had he been a normal hot blooded male, he would have been stiff the instant they popped out.

            He sat back, and looked at her.  He could tell that her look was not that of lust, but of someone who had a plan ready.  However, he was sure she was unaware of things.  If she had been, she would not have made the move she had done already.  He steeple his fingers, and calmly said, "This is highly out of line for a postal worker, let alone one of my employees."  He saw her frown, and he continued, "Now, Sierra, what are you really up to."

            Sierra blinked, but she recovered quickly.  She had not expected him to see through her disguise.  She would not let this deter her, and she hoped her more than ample bosom would make it hard for him to think.  "Well, I happened to stumble upon one of your illegal ventures.  Now, I think you should include me as a partner, or I could easily bring this company down.  Also, we could make it a more personal agreement."  She went to reach across to stroke him through his pants.

            She had noticed that he had pushed a button on a watch he wore, but had not thought nothing of it at the time.  She paused, however, when she noticed that his pants were gone, and he had a glowing hard-on.  That pause was her biggest mistake, as she felt someone behind her take her arms and pull her upright.  She had not expected someone else to be in the room.  She struggled, and as she did, she felt some milk leak out of her nipples.  "What the..."

            Mr. Klimstit smiled when Scarlett held Sierra, and even smirked when she said, "Just like you thought, sir.  I bet that milk would have caused you blue balls as well."  He saw the shocked look in Sierra's eyes, and Scarlett continued.  "I had seen the recording from the lab.  I know you had that formula spill on you.  We even suspected that it gave you that weird ability."

            He then pushed a button, and Tiffany came in.  He saw a smirk cross Sierra's face, especially when Tiffany closed the door, and undid her blouse.  The smirk faded, however, when Tiffany said, "I put the patch on just like you had said.  Is her milk really that contagious?"  He nodded, and Tiffany just gasped.

            He then took the other patch that Tiffany had, and handed it to Scarlett.  As he did that, he looked at the captive temptress.  "You see, what you had accidentally spilled on yourself, was a product we had developed for those who try to cheat me, or do something to one of my employees.  It has been perfected in the time since that happened, but we've kept an eye on you."  He walked over and gave her breasts a squeeze.  Some milk squirted out, but he made sure none of it hit his hard-on, or his glowing balls.

            Sierra shuddered a bit, both at the thrill of being captive, and the expert way Mr. Klimstit squeezed her breasts.  She then felt the woman behind her place something on her back, right in the area that was impossible to reach.  It tingled, and then the woman spoke, "The chemicals in this patch are the same both your sister and I have been given, except for one exception."

            She struggled for a bit, making her breasts jiggle.  She took a bit of satisfaction that it made Mr. Klimstit smile a lustful smile.  However, that exception worried her about the patch.  "Oh really, and what do those chemicals do.  Make me unable to say anything about his freaky glowing cock."

            The coolness in the woman's voice scared her.  "In a way.  The chemicals in that patch will neutralize the contagious condition in your breasts, making you unable to change other women into those whose milk causes killer blue balls, but only if you betray us.  After that, your tits will swell, and then expel all the milk, causing a mind blowing climax.  And when I say mind blowing, when it is done, you will be saying stuff like 'Boobies flat'"  The way the woman said the last two words, in a babyish voice, scared her.

            She then saw Mr. Klimstit stand in front of her.  "Simply put, you do anything to betray or cross me, your milk will be a sign that you are no longer a risk.  However, I can use you, and that milk, as an enforcer, when we moved to Delta City.  That city will be perfect for the next stage of my plans.  However, if you don't want that, then we’ll just drain those orbs now, and I do know when milkings go too far."  Those words did scare her.  She had always been proud of her ample bust line.  She preferred to keep her double D's.

            She looked at Mr. Klimstit, then at his cock, and then back at him.  "If I'm going to take this offer, I want a codename, and funds to set up a comfy lifestyle."  She saw him nod in agreement, and then she thought of something.  "What about those other criminals in Delta City, the ones that might think I'm a heroine?  What will guarantee that they won't try to get my milk out?"

            In response, she was surprised when Mr. Klimstit’s glowing cock erupted, coating her breasts in a glowing goo.  As it hit her breasts, she felt an orgasmic rush.  While she liked teasing men, and giving them blue balls, she secretly wanted to be bested.  This was the sign of domination that thrilled her the most.  A guy marking her breasts with his cum.  As it coated her huge breasts, he said, "That special load will make it impossible for anyone except yourself to let the milk out, unless I want them to."

            She moaned in pleasure as the cum seemed to soak into her breasts.  She then felt the other woman let go of her arms, and she put her breasts back into her bra and top.  She then smiled at Mr. Klimstit, and stood at attention.  She had an inspiration for her name, and a possible costume, however, the name was the important thing now.  "Simply Blue, ready to serve you."

 

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            The current business of the Klimstit Corporation had been under added attention lately.  The extra attention had been caused by the actions of one person, which had forced Mr. Klimstit to take a course of action he would not normally take.  In fact, the last time he had taken it had been around the time Scarlett had joined the company.  However, Danni O'Knight had become such a nuisance that he had to ruin her.  The sad thing was that he had to ruin a set of natural breasts, but it was needed.

            He was checking something linked to that course of action when Tiffany came into the office, with a slightly flustered look on her face.  She was the only member of the Inner Circle in the building, since he knew what was coming.  "Sir, I just got some information about one of our special clients."

            He groaned, and sat back.  He took a good look at her, and he could tell she was truly flustered about the situation.  Normally, when she entered his office, she was quick to display more cleavage.  Now, all the buttons on her blouse were done up.  "Is it the one we had suspicions about already?"  He saw her nod, and noted she did it so vigorously that her ample bosom jiggled.  He sighed, and said, "So he was experimenting with the drug to break down inhibitions.  What exactly did he do?"

            Tiffany took a deep breath for a moment, hoping the motion of her breasts would keep her boss calm.  With everything happening right now, and the big plan for the fashion show, even though it was unlikely, he might punish her for delivering this bad news.  "What was found out is that he was mixing it with other chemicals to turn his working girls into mindless slaves.  A couple have been seen with pure vapid looks."

            She watched as her boss scowled.  He then looked at the phone, and she figured he was going to call Yumi to handle the situation.  "This is a problem.  He has to be neutralized, or whomever does bust him might link us to it.  I had just sent Sasha and Yumi to prepare things for the fashion show.  Scarlett is helping me with some snoops looking into the gym.  That means only one course of action is available.”

            Mr. Klimstit saw Tiffany scowl, and he knew why.  She disliked calling her sister, especially after the woman's attempt to turn her into someone like her.  He had made sure that Sierra had no links to his own business, even though she was made aware of his ventures.  She could not betray him, unless she would forfeit both her brains and her bust line.  He then looked Tiffany in the eyes, and said, "Make the call now, and you might be able to give one of those special hand jobs you like to give after your 'donation'".

            He smiled as the suggestion had the desired effect.  She pulled out her cell phone, and started making the call.  At the same time, she was undoing her blouse, as well as working to get the front of her bra unhooked.  By the time someone had picked up on the other end, Tiffany was sitting in the chair she normally sat in, as the milking cones came out to engulf her naked breasts.  "Sis, Mr. Klimstit has a job for you.  A special client is tampering with what he purchased."  As Tiffany gave the details, he smiled.  He could wait for her to finish the call, before having the cones start their task.  Besides, he had time before he could take care of the problem at the gym, as well as the time any possible threat had to be taken care of at the fashion show.  That meant time for one of Tiffany's hand jobs, which he was certain no woman could match.

 

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            That evening, the element of the city were busy.  People were talking about the fiasco that had been the fashion show.  There was also talk about what had happened to Danni O'Knight.  There was also talk about a strange rash of murders happening in Delta City.  All these factors had been keeping the heroines of Delta City busy.  Two of those heroines were currently planning to check out another claim going around.  Those two heroines were GOT-Gal and GOT-Chic.  After the two had become a team, they had decided that the sheer white bikinis were not a good choice, and had settled for a light blue bikini outfit.  It served as both a distraction, as well as a cause for foes to underestimate them.  The only drawback was the clasp in the front of their bikini tops was the source of their powers, the GOT Emerald.

            Despite that, the duo was one of the more powerful heroine teams in Delta City, and the powers the Emerald pieces gave them allowed them to withstand almost anything.  Even some of the nastier mind control drugs did not keep a hold on them, at least not for a good length of time.  That was why they were investigating the claim that one of the pimps in 'Sugartown' was using mind control drugs to increase his horde of prostitutes.  At least, that was GOT-Gal's plan.  GOT-Chic seemed to think they should be investigating other crimes.  The ebony skinned heroine again voiced her opinion on that.  "Why aren't we investigating the fashion show?  I mean, melting boobs should be something super heroines take care of."

            GOT-Gal had to acknowledge that point, but she countered with a point of her own.  "Normally, I would agree with you, however Texas Star was on the scene, and I've heard from Jungle Babe that she can handle things.  There is also a super heroine on the scene, that new one, Sapphire Seraphim.  Now, had we been reporting at the fashion show, we would be on that as well."  However, she inwardly wished she had been on the scene.  She wondered what sort of sick fiend could do that to breasts.

            She brought her mind back to the matter at hand when GOT-Chic said, "I think we just found the place where this pimp is operating out of.  Look at that window."  She glanced where her sidekick was pointing, and gasped in shock.  What she saw was depraved.  Several naked women, and while she didn't get a direct look at their faces, they appeared to have very vapid looks on them, and breasts that would make one think they are all Aphrodites. 

            GOT-Chic was stunned by what she saw, and disgusted as well.  The pimp they were after had used mind altering drugs to turn those women into sex toys.  The vacant looks on all their faces confirmed it, in her mind.  She wanted to rush in, and beat the crap out of the pimp, and hopefully free all the women he had enslaved.  She could see that GOT-Gal wanted to do the same, but her mentor would advise caution.  "We will move in.  No doubt he's training them to do some perverse sex act.  We must save those women."

            She nodded in agreement, and they both flew straight at the window.  GOT-Chic kept her eyes on the window, and noticed the women near it seemed to move away.  She was thankful for that, since she didn't want to harm them.  They were victims of a perverted fiend.  That fiend was in for a shock when they broke through the window.

            GOT-Chic had been somewhat right in the shock part.  When they broke through the window, the scene they saw kept either of them from saying anything.  That was because the scene was not what they expected.  It was true that all the women were naked, and had vacant looks on their faces.  However, from the ones that faced them, they both saw that the women's breasts were lactating.  Each breast was leaking milk, which should not be possible.  Then they turned to see the bed.

            GOT-Gal was more surprised by the sight of the bed.  Laying on the bed was the pimp they were after, but he was not in a state she had expected.  He was tied down to the bed, and sporting a massive erection.  However, at the base of that erection was two of the bluest balls she had ever seen.  She had heard men complain about this before, but never thought it meant they turned blue.  She also noticed that one of the naked women was letting her milk coat the pimps cock and balls.

            GOT-Gal heard a muffled scream come from the pimp, and saw that his mouth was gagged.  He also had a panicked look on his face, mixed with pain.  She then noticed the woman next to the naked woman.  She had not noticed her at first, but the woman gave her an evil look.  The woman had blue lipstick on, as well as a halter top that made her breasts look like the man's balls.  All of a sudden, the details of the strange murders came to her, and she realized she was looking at the murderer, and that murderer was targeting this pimp.  While part of her would not mind seeing the pimp die, she had to bring the man to justice, as well as this murderer.  She put her hands on her hips, and stared at the woman in blue.  "I suggest you give up now, or you'll face the wrath of GOT-Gal.".

            Just as she expected, her ebony skinned sidekick came up beside her, and said "And GOT-Chic.  Your crime spree is over, who ever you are."  She was glad her partner acted so confidently.  It would definitely make this woman think twice about trying anything.

            Simply Blue did not flinch after she heard the heroine's names.  That was because she had been briefed about them before the company moved to Delta City.  She knew they were Aphrodites, and their powers came from the gems that were the clasps of their bras.  However, since they were interfering with her mission, they had to be taken care of.  Then, a sudden thought made her smile.  She could enthrall them.  It would not be killing them, and her boss had a cure for what she was about to do.  Besides, it would really deliver a blow for two of Delta City's heroines to be murderers.  She looked at the horde of enthralled women, and then pointed at the heroines.  "Subdue them.  Don't let them stop your mistress, Simply Blue."

            She noticed that the two heroines looked slightly panicked.  Neither had expected this move, but both entered a fighting stance.  The enthralled started to surround them, each one delivering either blows or kicks.  She noticed the two heroines were also trying not to hurt the women, obviously thinking they could be saved from their enthrallment.  She knew it wouldn't matter, not after what the pimp had done to the drugs he had gotten from Mr. Klimstit.  She returned her attention to the pimp on the bed, and then tickled his swollen blue balls.  "Now, now, don't you fret.  I was initially going to have one of your girls, if you can call them that now, finish you off, but think of it this way.  You are going to have one of these two fine heroines finish you off.  How many criminals can claim that."  At that point, he started to struggle again, but she knew the fight in him was almost gone.

            She then looked at the fight going on, and saw the two heroines were divided, and a majority of the girls were attacking GOT-Gal.  She was obviously the stronger of the two.  The buxom blonde fought, but pulled her punches.  If the heroines had known what she knew, they would not.  However, the enthralled girls still had enough thinking power to attack the more powerful.

            Simply Blue then turned her attention to the dark-skinned heroine.  GOT-Chic was obviously struggling with the two enthralled girls fighting with her.  Some others had been knocked down, but the girls were not out.  However, time was running short.  She had a few tasks to complete, and these heroines had arrived at the wrong time.  At least this one could be handled quickly.  As GOT-Chic staggered from one of her thralls punches, she delivered a kick which made the girls knees buckle.  The buxom girl fell, and the two thralls grabbed her, and spun her around.

            GOT-Chic was stunned by the action of the villainess calling herself Simply Blue.  She had not expected the attack, and after being beaten by the girls, her foe was pushing the blue halter top up, exposing two huge breasts.  She then saw both were leaking milk as the woman approached her.  For a moment, GOT-Chic was scared, and said, “What are you going to do to me?”

            The woman didn‘t answer her, until the one breast was almost in her face.  After a moment, the woman just said, “I‘m giving you the chance to finish off that pimp there.  One taste of my milk, and all you‘ll want to do is use your milk to cause killer Blue Balls.”  GOT-Chic realized what was going to happen just as Simply Blue grabbed the back of her head.  She tried to fight it, but the woman had stunned her, and she hadn‘t recovered enough to fight.  Soon, the nipple was in her mouth, and she felt milk gushing in.

            As she tasted the milk, she felt odd.  She felt something in her own breasts changing, and for a moment, she started to get her brown breasts out.  She felt Simply Blue release her head, and she knew what she had to do.  She got up, and started to head for the bed, to where the pimp was laying.  She saw his blue balls, and she wanted to shoot her milk all over them.  It would make them fuller, maybe make them burst.  She then passed Simply Blue, and headed to the bed.  She also felt a strange warmth coming from between her breasts.   She could have even swore she saw a glow coming from down there.

            GOT-Gal was getting overwhelmed, and she almost lost hope when she saw what happened to GOT-Chic.  Her ebony skinned sidekick had gotten her breasts out, and was walking to the pimp.  The woman, Simply Blue, just smiled and then turned to face her.  The women were now holding her still, since they had overpowered her.  She didn‘t want to hurt them, since they were just hypnotized.  However, those actions seemed to make her foe laugh harder.

            She watched as Simply Blue approached her, taunting her.  "So you are GOT-Gal.  I read up on both you and your sidekick.  Rumor has it that all your foes don't want to kill you, just fuck you senseless.  You, and your buxom bimbo sidekick."  With that statement, she saw her foe gesture behind her, at GOT-Chic, who seemed to have stopped almost at the bed.  "You tried to save these girls, but that pimp has turned them into brainless bimboes.  They won't do anything until told, and even then, it has to be sexual.  They have to be reminded to eat, and most likely to breathe soon.  I bet you'd love to kill this pimp, and others like him.  After I give you the same treatment as your dimwitted sidekick, you'll do just that."

            Her foe started to approach her, and GOT-Gal noticed a few things in that moment.  The first was that the girls did seem to have completely vacant looks on their faces.  They were obviously as Simply Blue said.  She also noticed that milk was already trickling out of Simply Blue's nipples.   No doubt her foe was about to do to her what she had done to GOT-Chic.  This did not scare her, as the last thing she noticed was that GOT-Chic had turned and quietly come up behind Simply Blue, ready to grab the woman.

            Simply Blue smirked in delight, thinking of how she was about to turn two of Delta City's super heroines into her thralls.  She could imagine how the two would not only continue her work, but even go to jail for it.  Just the thought of it made her tainted milk start to trickle out.  It was such a captivating thought, that she didn't fully realize that her one thrall was behind her, until she felt someone grab her arms, and pull them behind her.  It caught her by surprise, and she could only splutter "What the.."

            She felt GOT-Chic pull her arms behind her, causing her own breasts to be thrust forward.  Secretly, she enjoyed this change of power, but she did not like that one of her thralls had broken free.  It did surprise her that it had happened, and what her thrall said surprised her even more.  "Seems that the GOT-Emerald has the power to undo your enthralling procedure."

            She then saw GOT-Gal manage to break free of the other thralls, who seemed to slacken their grasp.  Obviously, her own shock caused them to laxen their grips.  GOT-Gal started to approach her, figuring that the heroine had dubbed her the bigger threat than the pimp.  "So you were sent here by someone you call your boss.  Was that the case with the others you have killed, or is this the only case?  And who is your employer?"  Simply Blue decided to hold her tongue.  If she told, she knew what would happen.  She'd end up as brainless as the girls in the room now.  The only major difference would be that her bust line would no longer be the DD's that it was now.

            GOT-Gal glared at the villainess, hoping she would speak, but that was obviously not going to happen.  She stepped closer to the captured villainess, hoping that would get the woman to speak.  “If you tell us who your boss is, I‘m sure we can arrange for it so you don‘t get the death penalty.  I bet a cure can be found for your problem.”

            She was not stunned when the woman spat at her.  “You think I want this cured?   Oh no, I enjoy this.  Nothing more orgasmic then watching one of these men have their balls explode.  There is no way you will make me talk, and I doubt you‘d get me locked up.”

            GOT-Gal was fuming at that point, and stepped forward.  As she did so, the GOT-Emerald touched the breasts of Simply Blue.  At that moment, it started to glow, but GOT-Gal didn‘t take notice of that.  “Oh, you will be locked up.  There is no way you can get out of all the murders you committed, and what you did here.”  GOT-Gal would have said more, but at that instant, there was a blinding flash, and some explosive force.  She felt herself go flying, and could hear other figures hitting the floor.  In fact, when she hit the floor, it was the last thing she was aware of.

            For a few moments, the only person conscious was the tied up pimp, his balls dangerously blue.  While he did not like the fact that he might end up in jail, he was hoping one of the two heroines would awake first.  Maybe once he got out of jail, he could beg Mr. Klimstit for something to end his blue balls.  He would even hope that he would be forgiven for messing with the products he purchased.  He was crestfallen when Simply Blue, the one who had caught and tied him up, got up first.

            Simply Blue, when she got up, was livid.  She had not expected what had happened to happen.  Now the two heroines were out, but so were her other thralls.  She picked one of the girls up, and snarled, “Tie up those two bitches, now, and get their tits out.”  She waited for a moment, and realized the girl was not doing what she told her to do.

            She looked at the one near the bed, and said, “Squirt some more of your milk on his cock.  He needs to die.”  Again, she got nothing but a blank stare.  All of a sudden, she had a panicked thought.  Could that emerald have done something to her milk?  Could it have broken the bonds between her thralls and herself.  She walked over to the thrall, and forced the vacant girl to suck on her nipple.  She felt the milk flow, and then made the girl stop.  “Now, coat his balls in your milk.”  Again, she got a blank stare.

            Finally, she walked over to her captive, and coated his balls in her milk.  She heard a muffled wail of pain come from the man, and then saw his balls explode.  The sight almost made her climax, but she controlled it, and looked at his face.  Just in his facial expressions, she saw the heart attack hit him.  It was the way it always went.  The loss of their manhood was too much.  Again, she would have climaxed, but she held it in again.  She had to ruin the two heroines who ruined her ability to thrall others.

            She untied her captive, since he wasn‘t going anywhere now, and used the rope to tie the heroines together, back to back.  She then popped out GOT-Gal‘s breasts, since GOT-Chic never put hers away.  She then went to her pack of supplies, and pulled out something her boss always told her to bring: special breast pumps he had developed.

            She quickly set both up, sucking in the breasts of each heroine.  She had read that most heroines in Delta City were Aphrodites, and prone to being breast milked.  At least she could drain these bimbos, and give their milk to Mr. Klimstit.  Once the machines started, she pulled out her burn phone, and called him.  Once he picked up, she said, “Boss.  Mission accomplished.  That pimp is out of commission, permanently, but all the girls are brain dead.  I had two heroines show up, GOT-Gal and GOT-Chic, and I‘m draining them now.  By the time I‘m done, their tits will be nothing more than sucked out sacks.”

            She froze when Mr. Klimstit responded to her statement.  "Under no circumstances do you go that far milking them.  I want to have at least one encounter with GOT-Gal.  There is something about their gem stones that Scarlett wants to know about.  Until that time, they are not to be milked past the point of recovery.  Also, make sure you've removed those gems from their bodies.  With out my special gas, they may break free."  She glanced over at the two women, and noticed that one of them was starting to stir, and quickly did so.

            In that moment, she saw that the one that had started to stir returned to unconsciousness.  She also noticed the pumps' containers were quickly filling, and that both heroines breasts were sagging.  Inwardly, she cursed.  She had wanted to drain them dry, to make them pay for ruining her one power.  However, she could wait for that.  She was sure her boss would allow her that pleasure one day.

            GOT-Gal started to recover, slowly, to an all to familiar sensation.  Actually, it was a couple all to familiar sensations.  She could tell she was bound, and that the GOT-Emerald had been removed.  She could also tell she was topless, and worst of all, being tit-milked.  What made it worse was that her captor was just hanging up on a cell phone.  No doubt, the murderous Simply Blue, had just called for some slaver, or other dreg to come get her and GOT-Chic.  She glared at the woman and said, "Arranging for us to become slaves."

            She was surprised, which didn't help her fighting the mounting pleasure from being milked, when the woman shook her head.  "Sadly, no.  My boss wants you to be able to fight again.  If he didn't want that, I'd milk you so dry, your tits would sag down to your knees.  You must be special, since he does give me a little leeway when it comes to heroines."  She then watched as the woman walked over to her, and smirked.  "And by my calculations, both you and your sidekick will finish at the same time.  A shame she isn't conscious yet."

            It was then GOT-Gal realized what she was bound to, and that the mounting pleasure from the milking was reaching critical.  As if the pumps were anticipating it, they increased their suction, and in the surge of milk that came out, an orgasm rocked her body.  She was climaxing, and she felt GOT-Chic's body bucking in response to her own.  It was so powerful, that again, GOT-Gal passed out, but she remembered the words Simply Blue had said as she blacked out.  My boss wants you to be able to fight again.

           

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            Some time had passed before the two heroines had recovered.  As they came to, they were still bound to one another, but they quickly discovered that they could easily escape.  As they stood up, they surveyed the scene.  It was GOT-Chic who first spoke.  "Damn, where did that bitch go?"

            She watched as her mentor walked over to the bed, and made a disgusted sound.  "She left, right after she killed the pimp."  She walked over to GOT-Gal's side, and gasped.  The pimp was indeed dead, with a look of horror on his face.  She saw the reason right away.  Where the pimp's balls had been, was now a gaping hole.  No doubt the event caused him heart failure.  There was also blue lipstick on him.

            GOT-Chic then glanced around the room, looking at all the naked women in the room.  The whole time, they just stood there with vacant looks on their faces.  She gestured to them, and said, "And I don't think any of them will be helpful.  They look like they can't even think."

            GOT-Gal didn't even glance at the women, as she noticed various pieces of furniture ransacked.  "Indeed.  The drug the pimp gave to them had been modified by the pimp.  Sadly, these women were rendered to be mindless fuck slaves.  And Simply Blue left with any sign of who supplied the drugs.  Whoever that is, I want to find out?"

            She heard GOT-Chic ask the obvious question.  "Why is that, GOT-Gal?"  She turned to face her sidekick, and remembered what was happening when she had regained consciousness earlier.  GOT-Chic's breasts were sagging down to her navel.  By the look she saw on GOT-Chic's face, her own breasts had to be sagging down to the same point.

            She put that concern aside, but spoke calmly.  "When I came to earlier, she was on the phone with her boss.  He had told her that he wanted us able to fight again.  He wants to capture us himself.  The only problem is that we don‘t know who he is.  I am certain, however, that he loves to tit-milk women.”  She then looked around, unconcerned since the women were literally mindless.

            As she scanned, GOT-Chic looked around as well, “So she works for some freak into tit-milking, and who didn‘t want to hold us captive as cows.  Nice of him.  A shame she couldn‘t put our tops back on.  But why didn‘t she take us back to her boss?”  GOT-Gal had to admit it was a good question, and the only reason she could think of was that it would reveal him to them before he wanted it known.

            GOT-Chic saw GOT-Gal pause, and then noticed two items on the floor.  She reached down, and picked up the two pieces of the GOT-Emerald.  She didn’t see their tops there, and inwardly cursed.  “Well, I found the Emerald, but not our tops.”  She paused, and then looked out the window.  “And the cops are coming.  Should we stay and tell them what happened?”

            Finally, GOT-Gal shook her head.  “No, we should let the cops handle this.  I don’t think either of us want to be seen after being brutally tit-milked.   Even with the Emerald, it will take time to firm back up.”  GOT-Chic nodded, and both heroines flew out the window, keeping their gems pressed against their chests.

            As the two heroines flew off, three different thoughts were at play.  GOT-Gal was wondering who had been calling Simply Blue‘s shots, and why they let the heroines go.  GOT-Chic was wondering the purpose of milking them and releasing them, as well as the reason for the milk.  Finally, Simply Blue was looking at her trophies, the two bras from the heroines’ costumes, and started wondering about how to capture the buxom heroines again, without her boss knowing.  What all those thoughts could agree on was that things were changing in Delta City.

 

End, for now.