Ms. Americana, Elsa, Queen Bee, 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.  The nameless woman in the beginning of the story, as well Miss Bea, are inspired by Deviant Artist BEgirl69.

 

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

 

The Unknown Victory

 

            Delta City is a city like, and unlike, any other.  Like every city in the world, it has historical centers, and cultural centers.  It has centers of commerce, and it has centers of higher education.  It has scores of churches, synagogues, and mosques.  It also has a degree of crime.  It has the thugs that lurk in the shadows, people of negotiable affection working the streets, and those criminals who are so good at it, that people only suspect that they are criminals.

            While Delta City is similar to other cities, there is one notable difference from those other cities, and that is the protection the city has.  Delta City has a whole battalion of buxom heroines who protect the city from the criminals operating there.  They help keep those villains in check, and are praised for it.  If one were to ask the array of criminals, and listen to their lore, one might think the heroines are more like a congress of baboons instead of a pride of lions.  The truth of the matter is that the heroines know that while they are successful, they have, on occasion, paid the price for being bested.

            In an undisclosed location in Delta City, two figures who had been bested by the heroines of Delta City are meeting.  They are two villainesses, who if the truth be told, suffer a worse fate for being strong women.  While the heroines accept the unwritten law that states if they are beaten, they are fair game, the villainesses don't have that luxury.  They can be backstabbed, and then taken as unfair game when bested.  The two that are meeting have both suffered that way.

            While the two women remained in the shadows, they know of each others reputation.  The one speaks in a heavy German accent, one that reminds older people of Germany around the 1930's.  That one set her eyes on the standing shadowy figure, and finally broke the silence.  “So, you wish to bring down Mr. Klimstit.  I’ll admit that I do not like the man, but he has provided supplies to the Council.  Why?”

            The other figure laughed, and when she spoke, there was something unusual in her tone, like a buzz.  “It’s simple.  He’z cost me a good deal of business.  Now, it will be payback time.  Do you have the device I said would help in this plan?”

            The first figure nodded, and handed over the one device.  “This will do as you requested.  I even brought someone for you to test it on.  Regardless, I’m sure you will be happy with the results.”  She then saw the other figure moving, like she was removing her top.  No doubt that the second figure was plotting out her plan.  As the second figure did that, the first figure just said, “So where are we starting?”  Her German accent did wonders for telling how annoyed she was at the scenario.

            The second figure started activating the device, while locking her eyes on a figure bound to a chair.  “We will split up.  I shall take Club Bounce, and you can go to Double Dee’s Palace.  Both are closed at the moment, due to the time.  No doubt, he has something in one of them.  After that, we meet up at his company headquarters.  We’ll then have him under our thumbs.”  She started to laugh.

            That laughter caused the third figure, a bound brunette in a blue button down blouse to panic.  That panic intensified when the second figure stepped over, and ripped open the blouse, causing buttons to fly everywhere, and the woman’s ample bosom to be exposed.  The woman, who was gagged, want to shout out, and inwardly cursed when she had her green halter top pushed under her ample breasts.  The second figure then started using the device she had been given, which caused the bound figure to squeal in panic.  It would be the last sound that figure would ever make, and that made the second figure happier as she used the device.  As two lights shone from the device, one engulfing the breasts of the bound woman, and the other engulfing the second woman, she could imagine how much something like that would upset Mr. Klimstit, and as the device did its job, she almost climaxed in delight.

 

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            As day broke around Delta City, Ms. Americana was on patrol.  The drop dead gorgeous heroine of Delta City, decked out in her patriotic string bikini, had been on patrol for most of the night, and needed to rest.  Still, she had heard that Elsa was back in Delta City, which no doubt meant the Council was as well.  That was not a good sign, since they had almost started an army of super soldiers.  That plan had been stopped, but somehow Elsa and the council had gotten away.  Even though Elsa was treacherous, she might have gotten back in the good graces of the Council.

            With those thoughts in mind, Ms. Americana had hoped to get the drop on what ever plan they were cooking up.  What ever it would involve, it would be most likely tested on those the Council deemed inferior, and for them, that meant anyone who didn't fit the stereotype thought up decades ago by some delusional Europeans.  It also meant testing those plans on anyone who opposed them.

            Those latter thoughts crossed her mind when she noticed that the door to one building was open.  The building was the gentleman's club, and that term made her inwardly laugh, known as Double Dee's Palace.  While she did not whole heartedly like a majority of the 'gentleman's clubs', she had to at least admit that the odds of something shady or illegal happening at that one was nil.  She had almost stormed the place when she heard rumors that some of the girls were turning tricks.  When she had arrived, however, she found the club owner, the pharmaceutical mastermind, Mr. Klimstit, having the patrons thrown out and banned, and the women fired and dismissed from the place.  The place was as legitimate as a place like that could be.  Seeing that the door was open during its downtime time was suspect.  She approached the door, glancing into the gloom, and said to herself, "Now, who would be here at this time."

            As the buxom brunette entered, that event went unnoticed by the person in the office, since they thought they had disabled all the alarms.  The matter of disarming them had been easy, with the special glove on their left hand.  It had encased all the alarms in ice, an ice so cold it would take hours to melt.  This allowed the blonde, scantily clad, bombshell time to rummage around the office.  Eventually, she growled in frustration, "Ach, where would that man hide his ventures.  I know that the Council's scientist has ordered from him."

            What the woman referred to was that some of the products they used to subdue Ms. Americana and other heroines had come from Mr. Klimstit.  Of course, their scientist made them better, so it had to be some lasting inferiority that allowed the heroines to escape, or recover quickly.  Still, finding the proof of purchase would give them enough blackmail material to control the man.  At least, that was her partner‘s agenda.  Her own agenda would be to take control of the company, since such brilliant items should not be in the hands of inferiors.

            She was actually unaware that the strip club was the only one of Mr. Klimstit's ventures that was not fully connected to the secret criminal empire he had.  Had she been aware of that, she wouldn't have hacked into the computer, and spent the time searching the employee data base.  Of course, she might have done so, looking for inferiors to test things on.  Regardless, it was while she was looking at the promising profile of a superior woman like herself, currently on vacation due to taking part in a reality competition, that she had been surprised to hear her name.  "Resorting to robbery, Elsa.  How the mighty have fallen."

            Ms. Americana stood in the doorway of the owner's office of Double Dee's palace.  She had not been surprised to see the door open, especially since she had figured someone had broken in.  The surprising thing had been that the place had not been robbed.  Finding Elsa in the office had not really been a surprise, but it didn't answer what the supremacist villainess was up to or after.  She gave the villainess the traditional smirk.  “Now, your best course of action right now is to give up, but I have a feeling you won‘t take that course.”

            She was not surprised when Elsa jumped the desk, and came charging at her, shouting, “Like hell, you inferior bitch.”  Ms. Americana was ready for that, and quickly matched the blows Elsa was dealing.  Elsa was a good fighter, but Ms. Americana was better, because she fought for good.  Occasionally, one of them would land a lucky blow, usually to their ample breasts.  Those ended up being the blows that wore both fighters down.

            The fight finally ended when Ms. Americana threw a punch, and Elsa deflected it with a downward arm.  The blow actually hit one of Elsa‘s gloves, and Ms. Americana was shocked by the sudden cold.  She glanced down for just a moment, and saw that where the hand was pointing was now coated in ice.  The pure cold that generated from that ice made her nipples stand at attention.  It was also enough to make Ms. Americana to say , “What the?”

            Elsa took that moment to strike.  She punched Ms. Americana in the gut, causing the woman to stagger on to the ice patch, and slip.  She smiled evilly as the buxom brunette in the American Flag themed bikini banged her head on the floor, leaving the woman dazed. Elsa stood over the woman and said, "My new ice gloves.  My associate said they might be needed.  Looks like they were right."  She then struck a blow to Ms. Americana that knocked out her foe.

            Once that was done, she went back over to the desk.  She quickly looked over all the files again, and was disgusted to find it was devoid of anything she could use.  She quickly realized that Mr. Klimstit didn't have anything she could use there.  "Damn it.  Where does that man hide all his information?  The Council scientists had purchased that knock-out gas from him, as well as the fertility enhancement drug.  They only said they had to alter it because Council Commander would have been livid if he had known the truth."

            She slammed her fist down on the desk, and the action caused two things.  The first had been it made her breasts jiggle, which made the tilted swastikas bounce, and had anyone been present, they would have enjoyed looking at the symbols.  The second was a secret drawer had opened.  In truth, a sensor on the drawer had detected the close jiggle, and she had been sitting in a way for a second sensor to think Mr. Klimstit was in the chair.  This fluke revealed to Elsa the hidden drawer, and the breast milking machine hidden with in.  This made her smile, and then glanced at Ms. Americana.  "Looks like you are about to have a very draining, and humiliating, experience."  She then picked up the device, and the fallen heroine.

 

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            At that very moment, a lone figure was currently searching through Club Bounce.  This figure's actions had gotten the attention of another heroine.  The curvy Asian heroine known as Sapphire Seraphim had noticed that the door to the club was open.  Of course, she hadn't needed to see it, since it was one of her employer's businesses.  What it did mean to her was that someone was up to something in the building, and that was not good.

            She touched down on the ground outside the door, and quietly entered.  After disastrous encounters in the past, when she was Azure Angel, she knew quiet was the key.  Her ninja skills, combined with her superpowers, allowed her to quietly and quickly enter the building.  It also helped to be familiar with the floor plan.  She could already see that the door to Mr. Klimstit's office was open, which meant that someone was after something.

            She quickly made her way to Mr. Klimstit's office, fully aware that some of her boss’s secrets could be accessed from the computer in that room.  She didn‘t doubt her boss had the terminal secured, but after the incident involving Amazing Babe, Shield and Nikki Widget, she didn‘t put anything past anyone.  She was aware that some of the criminals in Delta City, as well as elsewhere in the world, would like to get their supplies at a discount, or even take control of Mr. Klimstit‘s empire.  There were also a few villainesses that she was aware of that might want to score some payback.

            Sapphire Seraphim was right, since one of those villainesses moved quickly out of sight when she heard someone coming up the steps to the office.  The villainess did have a score to settle, especially after she realized who was behind what happened to her.  This villainess would be relying on her own skills, since she couldn‘t trust her own minions.  Her prior encounter with one of Mr. Klimstit‘s people had cost her one of her most important tools.  Now, it was time for vengeance.

            When she saw the heroine enter, she quickly struck, landing a knockout blow on the Asian.  She heard a gasp come from the woman as she collapsed, and then tested the heroines pulse.  “Perfect.  I‘m sure you‘ll cause a buzz in the news.”  She then turned the heroine‘s head not caring about the mask, or removing it.  “I almost didn‘t know you were coming.  You‘ve earned a bee-utiful reputation, Sapphire Seraphim.  Better than that bungler, Azure Angel.”

            The villainess then went back to the computer.  She instantly went to work, familiar with how the computer system had to work.  She had done it before, working away to take control of the milking station she had moved into.  Obviously, she had missed something, since something allowed the women to stop her.  Now, they would not be able to, since they might be busy elsewhere.

            Eventually, the villainess found what she was looking for.  Files hinting at where the milking machines were in the club.  She also found that there had been records about those milkings, but they had been transferred to the main system.   Well, she had planned to head there after her colleague had finished at the strip club.  That gave her time to carry Sapphire Seraphim to where all the milking machines were, and prepared the buxom Asian for her very draining fate.

 

            Sapphire Seraphim started to stir once she had been secured to the seat she was awaking in.  She tried to move, but quickly realized that she had been secured to one of the milking machines in the back of the club.  It wasn‘t her first visit there, but this time was dangerous because she was the only one hooked up, and she recognized the figure who was standing next to the console.  “Queen Bee.  You are not going to get away with whatever evil scheme you are up to.”

            She was not unnerved when the villainess laughed.  “You sound like all the other heroines operating in this city.”  There was a smirk on her face that Sapphire wanted to wipe off it.  The woman didn‘t know who Sapphire was aligned to, but then no one knew, except Mr. Klimstit and the Inner Circle.  Still she didn‘t interrupt as the woman continued.  “You see, the squeaky clean Mr. Klimstit is one of the biggest criminals in this city.  He’s a breast milking fiend that puts Milkman to shame.  He has special places set up like this all over the city.”

            Sapphire made sure she put a surprised look on her face.  “You lie, you bitch.  You probably set this up to frame him.”  She knew that Queen Bee was speaking the truth, but she wouldn’t let on to that.  The villains of Delta City thought she was a true heroine, but the ones she personally caught learned the truth, and she even made sure they didn’t spread the secret.

            Queen Bee laughed again at the captive heroine, and then walked over and slapped the woman for good measure.  The obviously Asian heroine reacted like every other heroine, but she cut the woman off before she could shout any obscenities.  “Stupid like the others, especially that missing Azure Angel.  I wonder which criminal has her now.  Probably turned her into a mindless fuck slave.  That aside, think about it.  Could I have set something this elaborate up on short notice.  There are a hundred milking machines here.  This took time to set up, and funds.  He also has plans for that milk.  I plan to bring his empire down, or take control of it.”

            She enjoyed the shocked look on the heroine‘s face.  She then pointed to the milking cones attached to the woman‘s breasts.  “I don‘t know how often he checks these, but when he comes here, he‘s going to find a nice little amount of milk, and a corpse.”  She laughed as a horrified look crossed the heroine‘s face.  She leaned down, and looked in her captive in the eyes.  “This place is designed to milk one hundred women, and from what I read, if it is lacking, some work twice, after the woman in it is restored.  Imagine if she didn‘t get restored.” 

            She left the heroine as the woman started to say, “You wouldn‘t….”  The woman‘s statement was cut off by a moan when Queen Bee turned on the machine.  She then left the console, making her way down the long room.  She knew there was no escape for the heroine.  It would be a fate she could never escape.  Queen Bee’s only regret would be that she couldn't wait to watch the heroine die.

            She left the building, and activated the communications device she had with her partner in this venture, Elsa.  The woman had left her a message, and it made her smile.  "So, Elsa captured Ms. Americana.  Well, that will make two captive heroines the criminal mastermind can't hide.  Besides, if they do escape, they will realize the truth.  Of course, that is only if Sapphire escapes, and she'll need help to do that."  She laughed again, and then stopped.  She realized her ample orbs were starting to revert.  She'd have to correct that later, when she and Elsa snuck into Mr. Klimstit's building.  She would use the device on one of the ladies that had left her in the state she was in now.  Her costume would have to preserve her orbs for the time being.

            Sapphire continued moaning until she had been certain Queen Bee had left.  Once that happened, she gathered her wits.  By her mental calculations, and how soft her breasts were, she was almost tapped.  If the machine would be allowed to continue, Queen Bee would be correct about her imminent death.  Luckily, she had worked with the Inner Circle to add a new feature to the console.  She cleared her throat, controlling her building climax, and said in a clear voice, "Deactivate milking session.  Authorization code Alpha Alpha 2 Sierra Sierra."

            The moment the last word was spoken, the machine shutdown.  Sapphire sighed in relief when the cones released her, and she quickly got up from the machine.  The situation had turned dire.  She had heard of the incident involving Queen Bee, and remembered her own chance encounters with the slaver.  Now she was coming after Mr. Klimstit in vengeance, and Mr. Klimstit had not been the one to ruin her, at least he didn't authorize it.  Scarlett paid a little for that decision, but ultimately, Mr. Klimstit agreed that the formally buxom slaver had to be made an example of.

            She ran over to one of the cabinets in the room, and pulled out the special salve that was in it.  It had been made by the boss just for use at this location, since it would be difficult to restore a hundred women at once.  She applied the glowing goo to her now drained breasts and almost gave in to the immense orgasmic pleasure that came about when her breasts were restored.  She would have reveled in it, but she was certain that she would have to check the other operations, at least the ones closed right now.  She had a feeling Queen Bee wasn't alone.

            Sapphire Seraphim ran through the building, grabbing her top and putting it on in the process, and entered the secret tunnels.  Those tunnels worked as a secret way between all of Mr. Klimstit's operations, and they proved very useful when getting a pesky heroine out of one area with ease.  She also knew them by heart now, and made her way to Double Dee's Palace, the gentleman's club Mr. Klimstit ran.  As she approached the exit of the tunnel, she already knew something was wrong there.  Someone was there when the place should be completely empty.

            At that moment, Ms. Americana started to stir.  This was due to an odd contraption that was strapped to her.  She glanced down as it started up, obviously triggered by something.  She wasn‘t sure what, but she had a good idea what the device was to do.  She was tied to a chair, with a breast pump device attached to her exposed breasts.  That device was hooked up to a vibrator that she knew was something Elsa had designed.  It was built to induce a climax, which would trigger the attachment.  Once it had done that, she knew it would activate the breast pump connected to it.  No doubt, it was set to activate when someone entered the building.

            The worst part of it was that once it made her climax, she‘d be as strong as a normal woman, which meant if someone else had broke into the strip club, she‘d be at their mercy.  Even now, the vibrator was bringing her shockingly close to climaxing, and she'd be useless until the sexual tension built up again.  That could take hours or even days.

            To her surprise, she heard a voice say, “Ms. Americana.  It looks like I got here just in time.”  She turned her head to see who it was, and was thankful to see Sapphire Seraphim.  While she was still new to Delta City, Ms. Americana had to admit the woman had skills that far exceeded the skills of the still missing Azure Angel.

            As the other heroine got close enough to her, Ms. Americana spoke, “So it seems, Sapphire Seraphim.  Can you quickly undo this insidious trap I am in?”  The other heroine didn‘t respond, but she was glad that the woman worked quickly.  She was on the brink when Sapphire Seraphim removed the vibrator from her crotch.  She took a moment to breath a sigh of relief, before speaking.  “You arrived just in the nick of time, but what prompted you to come here?”

            Sapphire Seraphim tossed the vibrator away, thinking that it was a prop one of the girls in the show at Double Dee‘s Palace would use.   She knew she couldn‘t tell everything, but she had learned enough being not only a super heroine, but being one of Mr. Klimstit‘s Inner Circle.  While Ms. Americana didn‘t need to know the latter, she could use the truth she did know.  “I had an encounter with another villainess at another place Mr. Klimstit owns.  It was Queen Bee, and she seemed to be working with someone else.  She also seemed to have a grudge against Mr. Klimstit.”

            She watched as Ms. Americana nodded, and then started to pace on the stage.  "Queen Bee.  She had disappeared after Wolf Woman and Omega Woman captured her.  Apparently, she fell victim to one of her devices, ruining her body.  She is also working with Elsa, that wicked she-devil of the Fourth Reich.  It’s an unlikely duo, but why are they targeting Mr. Klimstit’s companies.  While this strip club is not one of his better investments, he treats the women who work here as people.”  In that moment, Sapphire saw the same condescending attitude she had seen when she was Azure Angel.

            Sapphire shook her head, and looked right at Ms. Americana.  “I’m not sure, but if they are targeting Mr. Klimstit, they will most likely try to get into the company.  We may want to get there first to head them off.”  She noticed the look Ms. Americana was giving her, and she quickly added, “I’m friends with the head of security.”

            Ms. Americana was impressed with what Sapphire Seraphim suggested.  “That will work, however, I don’t want them getting caught in the crossfire.”  She saw Sapphire Seraphim nod in agreement.  That made her feel better being around this new heroine.  She seemed confident, and sure of what she was doing.  She then said, “Normally, I would take them on alone, but you seem able to handle yourself, so I’d be honored to have you join me.”

            As they headed out, Ms Americana continued on her musings.  “You know, there had been a heroine that claimed Mr. Klimstit was an evil perverted fiend.  She was a bit of a klutz, and ended up getting some heroines captured more than they should have.  I’m beginning to wonder if she was telling the truth.  If she was, then I’m going to need to apologize to her.”  Deep down, Ms. Americana hoped she didn’t have to do that.  The thought of telling Azure Angel that she had been right was almost as humiliating as if she had been caught.  At least she took some comfort that Azure Angel had appeared to have given up on being a heroine.  Well, it was either that, or the woman had been captured again.  Still, she knew that right now, they would have to stop Elsa and Queen Bee.

 

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            As the day progressed, crime remained on the quiet side for once.  This was due to the fact that two criminal powerhouses, Elsa of the Fourth Reich and Queen Bee, were plotting to take down Mr. Klimstit.  Since the company headquarters took residence in Delta City, almost all the criminals got supplies from them, allowing them to fight and subdue the various heroines.  With two people aiming to take out Mr. Klimstit, the criminal element did not want to end up in the crossfire.

            As night fell, two female figures were seen approaching the back of the Klimstit Corporation building.  They were the two villainesses, and they knew where they were going.  Neither of them were fully aware of what they were walking into, but they were already aware of Mr. Klimstit’s perversions.  Elsa had taken note of the way he kept his gaze on her ample bust line when he met with the Council.  In fact, as they made their way up the back stairwell to the top floor, she said to Queen Bee, “We will need to be careful.  No doubt his company has more security, since it is the hub of his operation.”

            She heard a disgusted sound come from her inferior, as the woman said, “I am aware of some of the security he uses.  I managed to bypass the security measures in that hidden lair of his, at least most of it.  I just hope he is somewhere here, and those bitches that work for him.  My body will need a recharge soon.”

            Elsa nodded, knowing that a few of Mr. Klimstit’s staff was aware of his schemes.  She had seen the redhead at the one meeting.  Personally, all of them, except maybe the blonde, were inferior to her, but Mr. Klimstit was a genius with the products he made.  If they had obtained the upper hand by gaining access to his system, he would be at the mercy of the Fourth Reich.  That would make their scientists happy, since none of them could figure out how to recreate his products.

            Once they reached the top floor, Queen Bee took the lead.  It wasn’t like she had too many choices on where to go.  The whole floor was devoted to executive offices, and a lone desk denoted where the entrance to Mr. Klimstit’s office was.  As they moved towards the office, she said, “At least we don’t have to worry about those supersluts.  I had left that Asian bitch, Sapphire Seraphim, in a milking machine.  I bet she’s been milked to death by now.”

            She heard a vindictive laugh come from Elsa.  “So you killed her.  No doubt Ms.  Americana is out of commission.  While she shouldn’t be dead, she is probably weak, since a climax drains her of all her powers.”  That thought brought a smile to Queen Bee’s face.  Ms. Americana would be a good target for the device.  She’d enjoy ruining the figure of that heroine, and it might last longer than the bust line she stole from the other woman.

            Queen Bee then held up a hand, wondering for a moment if she heard a sound.  If she had, she was certain it came from the other side of the office door they were now at.  For a moment, she wondered if she heard some breathing, but then shrugged it off as she opened the door.  “Alright, we get in there, and access his systems.  Once we are in, we’ll be in control of all his businesses.”  She saw Elsa nod, and the both entered the office.

            They only got as far as the inside of the door.  Queen Bee saw she had not be wrong about hearing some breathing.  What she and Elsa had been wrong about, however, was the fates of the two heroines.  Both were standing in Mr. Klimstit’s office, facing the door, and in defiant stances.  While she was not sure how, she could see that Sapphire Seraphim did not appear to be either dead, or with drained breasts.  Ms. Americana looked to be at top power as well.  It was also obvious that neither of the two dimwitted heroines knew the truth of the person they were protecting.

            Ms. Americana held her stance and addressed the two villainesses, taking a bit of pleasure in the shocked looks the two were giving.  “You two should have known that your traps weren’t going to hold us.  Now, why don’t you make this easy on yourselves, and give up right now.”  She managed a side glance, and noticed that Sapphire Seraphim was just nodding her head, a sure sign that the other heroine agreed with her.  She was opposite Queen Bee, while Sapphire Seraphim was opposite Elsa.

            It was at that point she heard the white supremacist villainess respond to the threat.  The villainess had raised her gloved hand and said, “We will not be stopped by such inferior women.”  She remembered that Elsa was now wearing gloves that could shoot out a pure cold blast.  It was why Ms. Americana was wearing the gloves she wore now.  As the blast went to Sapphire, Ms. Americana raised her own gloved hand.  The glove absorbed the ice blast, and Sapphire took that moment to rush and tackle Elsa.

            Ms. Americana focused her attention on Queen Bee.  The villainess hadn’t attacked yet, but was fishing in her costume for something.  Ms. Americana was certain that what ever the villainess was fishing for, it would not be good.  She started to dart forward, but the yellow and black clad woman jumped away from the door, only to end up in front of a bookshelf in the room.  The villainess now had a smile on her face as she started pulling out a small device.

            Ms. Americana had only one thought as the villainess said, “Well, I guess I’m going to get to use my new toy on you.  You know there can only be one Queen.”  Ms. Americana only reacted to this taught, and tackled the villainess so hard, they ended up both going through the bookshelf.  While she didn’t see what was around her, she realized that they were in what had to have been a hidden room, possibly a panic room, or a little apartment that some executives had in their buildings, as a place to freshen up if spending a long night at the office.

            While Ms. Americana took on Queen Bee, Sapphire Seraphim was fighting Elsa.  She didn’t mind this, since she didn’t trust the woman or her group.  Even Mr. Klimstit had stated they were clients that needed to be watched.  While Elsa kicked at her, Sapphire easily dodged the attack.  This was easy, thanks to her ninja training.  She smiled as she delivered a punch.  She even taunted the villainess.  “Looks like you failed in your attempt to frame Mr. Klimstit.”

            She dodged another attack from the blonde villainess, glad she had abandoned the idea of using her weird glove.  As she did so, the woman responded to her taunts.  “You only prove yourself to be the inferior fool that I know you are.  We had no intention of framing him.  He is as big a villain as the Council, although inferior, since he is only after breasts.  You are just too stupid to realize it.”

            Sapphire Seraphim didn’t let that phase her.  She knew her boss was a villain, and she had embraced that, especially after all the joy she had to admit experiencing from the times he milked her breasts dry.  She just let a wry smile cross her face, since while Elsa said her last taunt, she heard the one bookshelf break.  Mr. Klimstit had warned her that might happen, but she knew what to do when the time came.  She just looked Elsa in the eye and said, “Oh, someone here is too stupid to realize something, but it’s not me.”

            Elsa felt her eyes go wide in surprise when the words of Sapphire Seraphim hit her.  All this time, she had thought that all the heroines in Delta City were in the dark about Mr. Klimstit.  The only one who seemed to know had been Azure Angel, the inferior Asian heroine, with even more inferior skills.  No one would believe the girl, thanks to the masterful way Mr. Klimstit had to discredit anyone who told the truth.  This comment started getting the gears turning, and she gasped.

            To her shame, it gave her current foe a break to take advantage of.  She felt a blow to her stomach, delivered just as the heroine said, “Ahh.  So you figured out the truth.”  To her shock, the attack was followed by kick to her stomach, making her stumble backwards to a chair in the room.  “I guess that doesn’t make you so superior after all, since you never suspected the truth.”

            Before she could finally get her balance back, Elsa fell into a chair that was in the office.  She heard a metallic click, and then glanced down at her arms.  Both were restrained, and her adversary had a triumphant look on her face.  Elsa struggled for a moment, then looked at her foe.  “You will let me out of this, or…”  She had trailed off as Sapphire Seraphim put a rag in her mouth.  She wondered what it was, but then she also noticed that her breasts were now out in the open, and obviously heavy with milk.  Her top was the gag being used.

            Queen Bee, meanwhile, was still fighting with Ms. Americana.  Inwardly, she was cursing since when Ms. Americana tackled her through that bookshelf, she dropped the device she had Elsa make for her.  She wasn’t sure if it would work if the victim’s breasts weren’t exposed, but she didn’t care.  Ms. Americana was a serious complication, especially since she was still in the dark about Mr. Klimstit’s true nature.  She threw a punch, hoping Ms. Americana would dodge the blow.

            When her foe did as expected, Queen Bee dove for the device.  As she dove, she said, “You are a fool, Ms. Americana.  Aren’t you aware of the truth of Mr. Klimstit, or are you still ignorant to what that bumbling bimbo Azure Angel had been claiming?”  She silently cursed when she realized her dive was short.  She started to get up, hoping to do a crouch run to get the device.

            Before she even took a step, Ms. Americana had tackled her to the ground again.  Before she knew it, she was pinned to the floor, on her back, as Mr. Americana taunted her.  “Give it up, Queen Bee.  Every heroine in Delta City knows Azure Angel was just trying to make herself look better.  Your crime spree is over, and your plans to ruin Mr. Klimstit are finished.”  The last statement was being punctuated by an arm across her neck, cutting off the flow of air to Queen Bee’s lungs.

            Queen Bee gasped for breath, but in that moment, she took in a lot.  She had finally gotten a good look at the room, and also noticed that coming in through the point they crashed through the wall was Sapphire Seraphim.  While she couldn’t be certain, she noticed that the second heroine didn’t look surprised when she saw the room.  Queen Bee then returned her gaze to Ms. Americana, and then said with the last of her effort, “Then why don’t you look around, Ameri-bimbo.”   She then collapsed into the darkness of defeat.

            Ms. Americana eased the pressure she had put on Queen Bee.  She didn’t want the villainess dead, just out of commission.  She leaned back a little, glad to see Sapphire Seraphim entering the room, already knowing the answer to the question she was going to ask.  “You stopped Elsa?”  When she saw the other heroine nod, she slowly go to her feet.  “Then we succeeded.  I’m sure we’ll need to inform your friend in security about what happened in here.”

            While Sapphire Seraphim didn’t respond, she noticed that the other heroine was looking around the room.  She paused then, taking note that the room didn’t look like any living quarters she had seen before.  It was a bit spacious, and looked filled with people.  Very familiar people.  She recognized them after a moment.  All of them were various heroines in Delta City, or who had been to Delta City, but the positions they were in were very unsettling.

            She saw two figures of Amazing Babe, both topless, but one had her breasts in a crate, being milked, and the other had her transformed into stone, except for the breasts which looked larger than normal.  Another figure was of GOT-Chic, restrained to a filing cabinet, again her breasts being milked.  To her horror, she then noticed what looked like several agents of B.A.B.E., all in apparatuses that were milking their breasts, each ones breasts in various states of being milked dry.  It was the last set of figures that stunned her the most, while they weren’t the last ones in the room.  It included several models of Azure Angel, except the last one didn’t look like Azure Angel, but like the heroine who was with her now.  Before she could utter one word, she was felled by a blow from behind, and as she surrendered to darkness, she realized the truth about the new heroine, and inwardly cursed about calling her a bumbling fool in her prior incarnation.

            Sapphire Seraphim took pleasure in knocking out Ms. Americana.  As the woman collapsed to the ground, she couldn’t help taunting the now unconscious heroine.  “I guess you realized who I was.  You know, I’m going to enjoy what is about to happen to you.”  She then pushed a button, and out of the floor came some restraints.  She took that moment to pose Ms. Americana in an kneeling stance, and restrained the woman, removing the power belt in the process.  She also set up one of the small milking machines Mr. Klimstit kept in the museum.  She had only been in the museum once before, but she had gotten so turned on, she wanted to be milked right away.  She didn’t connect it right away to Ms. Americana, knowing her boss would want the honor of exposing Ms. Americana’s ample, and obviously swelling, assets.

            Once she was done with that, she push a communications panel in the room, and spoke.  “All are restrained, sir.  Unfortunately, Ms. Americana got a good look at the museum.”  She then started to restrain Queen Bee, again not removing the villainess’ top.  For her, she made sure the woman’s hands were restrained behind her back.  She also noticed that her bust line seemed a bit different than before.

            As she was completing that task, she heard her boss speaking from the communications panel.  “Very good.  Don’t fret about Americana, since she won’t remember any of this when we are done with her.  I already have Scarlett talking to the Council Commander.  We’ll all be there very soon.”  She got up, having now secured Queen Bee, and stepped out of the museum for when her boss arrived.

            Mr. Klimstit entered his office, being trailed by the rest of his Inner Circle, the buxom redheaded Scarlett, the almost equally buxom brunette Sasha, and the not as buxom as the others blonde member, Tiffany.  Scarlett had been on the phone the whole time they had been walking.  The others had been undoing some of the buttons on their blouses.  The first sight any of them saw was Elsa, restrained to one of the office chairs that had hidden milking machines in them, and had been gagged by the top.  As they looked on, he heard Sasha say, “Oh good.  I hate seeing all those swastikas.”

            As they all approached the woman, he heard Scarlett end her phone call, and she said to them all, “Agreed, but in another culture, in another orientation, they are symbols of luck and protection.”  She then address him.  “The Council Commander is annoyed, but agreed that we can milk her dry, and charge a higher fee if you won’t hold off supplies because of what she did.”

            He nodded, and leaned forward to Elsa, who had hate in her eyes.  He remained cold, mainly because he hated being used or double crossed.  He just looked at her, and said, “Looks like you are lucking out.  I was ready to agree to giving you the same fate as Queen Bee.  I had warned both you and the Council before about crossing me.  Your leader, who in my mind doesn’t have the talents of who he tries to emulate, agreed to only a slightly higher fee for the products they get from us, and the small cost of having your breasts drained of all the milk in them.  They will take a while to recover, but he accepts that.”

            Sasha noticed the anger in the eyes of Elsa, but remained silent as Mr. Klimstit activated the milking machine hidden in the chair.  The anger in the eyes turned to panic as the milking cones attached to Elsa’s more than generous breasts and began their tasks.  Sasha took that moment to let the woman know something she was sure the villainess didn’t know.  “Since you obviously didn’t know this, I’ll let you know that you’ve been breathing a colorless, odorless gas that stimulates what these orbs are supposed to do.”

            She then heard the buxom woman start to moan, since the pleasure was starting to hit her.  It would take a while for the woman to be milked, and she knew her boss had other buxom quarry to tend to.  She saw Yumi standing near the entry to the museum,  adjusting her top so her breasts were out.  As then neared her, Yumi said, “Both are secured, and Queen Bee is coming to first.”  Sasha noticed Mr. Klimstit nodding, and saw him enter, but Yumi stopped her as the others went in, and quietly asked.  “Out of curiosity, how bad would this have played out if they had succeeded.”

            Sasha looked back at the moaning Elsa, and then softly said, “It would have been a PR disaster.  You know the media flurry that followed that Campbell guy.”  She saw the Asian member of their group nod.  She then continued, “Well, he’s not part of the Council, and he still causes a stir whenever he surfaces.”  She then shook her head, thinking about the only good thing about the Council’s idea of a good leader figure.  “I mean, I can only spin the fact that Adolf was a decent painter so far.  The fact that the boss donated one of the paintings to the museum, claiming it was a rare find from one of our families appease any negative thoughts.  More symbolism like theirs would have killed the company.”  She and Yumi then entered the museum to join the others.

            Tiffany watched as Mr. Klimstit approached the bound form she had seen last when they left her breasts drained and ruined.  She had seen what that woman had done in the one secret milking station, and had been glad that Mr. Klimstit didn’t hold her responsible for what the villainess had done.  Of course, her boss was still curious about the woman, especially as she heard him say to Queen Bee, “So, you are the one they call Queen Bee.”  She watched then as he unceremoniously ripped the villainess’ top off, revealing two breasts that were only sagging down to her waist, like they were only losing their firmness now.  “I had been a little upset with my ladies leaving those orbs unable to recover, but it was needed. So how did you manage to get them to recover?”

            She listened as the villainess answered the question, motioning to something laying on the floor.  “That Nazi loving bitch made me a little device that steals bust lines.  Unfortunately, it doesn’t last long, unless genetic background is a factor.”  Tiffany felt the eyes of the villainess land on her at that moment.  “I was going to test it out on your ladies, after I had your company under my control.”   Those words made her shiver, and for a minute, she was mentally comparing Queen Bee to her sister.  Both had tried to best Mr. Klimstit, and both were bested by him in some way.

            She took a slight bit of satisfaction when she heard Mr. Klimstit announce Queen Bee’s fate.  “Well, you won’t ever find out.  Some time ago, I had to take measures with a nosey former associate of Scarlett’s.  With some of my bigger plans about to enter their next phase, I need to collect more milk, and since you won’t be overly missed, you’ll fill the bill.  On a plus note, you’ll have bigger, firmer tits than Ms. Americana.”  She noticed the look of shock, and then panic on the woman’s face.  She had previously learned what had happened to Scarlett’s former colleague, and even she didn’t want to be turned into a giant set of tits attached to a vegetative woman.

            Mr. Klimstit nodded towards both Sasha and Tiffany and said, “Take Queen Bee down to the chute to the lower maze.  Give her one of the patches to temporarily restore her bust line before you deposit her.  We can watch the fun after I take care of Ms. Americana.”  He saw both women nod, and escort the bound form out of the museum.

            He then turned his attention to the now stirring Ms. Americana.  She was not fully with it, but he was certain his next action would bring her to full alertness.  He walked over, and removed her top.  It remained in one piece, even though the front of it came apart very easily.  This made the heroine gasp in shock, quickly coming to.  He stepped back admiring the huge breasts the heroine had.  As he admired them, he heard Ms. Americana say, “Mr. Klimstit.  I can’t believe that the claims about you are true.  And what have you done to Azure Angel?”

            Mr. Klimstit smiled at Ms. Americana as he activated the remote feature on the milking machines, causing them to engulf the heroine’s breasts.  The machines when right to work, causing the heroine to gasp.  That gasp allowed Mr. Klimstit to answer her question and comment.  “Yes, those claims are true.  It wasn’t hard to discredit Azure at the time.  You helped make that possible.  Luckily, she enjoyed being milked so much, she was willing to join my Inner Circle.  I will thank you, however, for both helping stop Elsa and Queen Bee.  I don’t doubt the latter was more the mastermind.  She had taken over one of my hidden milking centers in the city.”  He then smiled as the milking machine started to fill up with Ms. Americana’s milk.  “By the way, you probably don’t know this, but you’ve been breathing in a colorless, odorless gas that stimulates milk production.  It’s why you are so easily milked right now.”

            Ms. Americana gasped in both pleasure and surprise as Mr. Klimstit explained her predicament to her.  She had been horrified that she had been fooled all this time, and that he managed to turn the bumbling Azure Angel into the competent, and unfortunately corrupt, super heroine Sapphire Seraphim.  She was also humiliated by the fact that her breasts were yielding so quickly.  Mr. Klimstit was obviously a master at extracting breast milk, better than Milk Man if she was any judge.

            Unfortunately, it meant this pleasurable abuse was also causing her ample breast to gradually soften and sag.  It was also making her build to a mind blowing climax.  It was a secret shame of many Aphrodites.  As her breasts were drained of their milk, the pleasure was building and building.  Usually, the villains would rape them if they got caught, Mr. Klimstit was more dastardly.  Not only would she enjoy her peril, but he was making it a more visible defeat.  She wasn’t sure how he would restore her, unless she believed all the claims of Azure Angel.  The stories of the milking was right, so the methods of restoration had to be right.  She actually hoped that the claim was right now, as a climax rocked her body, also signaling the pump to release her breasts, leaving them as sagging sacks of tit-flesh.

            She gasped again, both in exhaustion from the climax, and in relief as her breasts were let go.  Ms. Americana tried to turn her focus to Mr. Klimstit, and saw that another claim was right.  His pants disappeared, revealing a massive glowing cock, and two larger than normal glowing balls.  As she recovered from the climax, she heard him say, “Yes, my restorative cum will restore your ample tits.  Then, we‘ll make sure you forget all this.”  She gasped again as the glowing load shot out of his cock, and coated her breasts.  It countered the feeling of cold she now noticed was coming from her glove.

            Scarlett watched as Ms. Americana‘s breasts started to swell back up from the milking they had received.  It was always an orgasmic sight to watch a heroine lose her bust line, and then have it restored, especially by the equally humiliating way of Mr. Klimstit‘s glowing cum all over her breasts.  That was mainly because of the superior view heroines had of themselves.  She had remember that from her time as a heroine.

            She then saw Mr. Klimstit step forward, a smile on his face.  “You know, I think for the great Ms. Americana, she should get my Hypno cum with that extra humiliating touch.”  She watched as Mr. Klimstit then placed the tip of his cock right into the heroine‘s mouth.  With the action, she saw Ms. Americana‘s eyes water.  Noticing that, also allowed her to see that Ms. Americana‘s arms were not restrained, not that she thought it would matter.  The woman couldn‘t get up from the floor, and wouldn‘t be a threat.

            She was stunned when Yumi then said, “I think you should be careful.  She had blocked an ice blast from Elsa with her glove.”  Scarlett didn‘t know if the words had prompted what happened next, but to her horror, Ms. Americana grabbed Mr. Klimstit‘s balls at that moment.  It was also the moment she noticed a slight glowing substance starting to leak out of Ms. Americana‘s mouth.  No doubt, her boss had just shot the load of Hypno cum.  Unfortunately, she saw Mr. Klimstit start to buck.  It was the nightmare she had dreaded all the time she worked for him.

            By the time it was all over, she saw Mr. Klimstit collapse to the floor, and Ms. Americana had a blank look on her face.  She ran over and saw traces of regular cum leaking out of the heroine‘s mouth.  She then chanced a glance at Mr. Klimstit, and to her horror, her boss was flaccid.  He no longer sported the glowing hard on.  Ms. Americana had unknowingly defeated Mr. Klimstit.

            She quickly motioned Yumi over and said to the woman, “Get him back in his place.  We need to implement the back up plan.  I‘ll send Americana on her way, never remembering this.  Also, make sure that supremacist bitch doesn‘t see this.”  She saw Yumi nod, and then leave the room, obviously making sure Elsa didn‘t see anything.

            Scarlett then deactivated all the restraints on Ms. Americana, and whispered into the heroine‘s ear, “You will head home, and forget this ever happened.  The only thing you‘ll recall is defeating Queen Bee and Elsa with the help of Sapphire Seraphim.  She will remind you of the details when you see her again.”  She watched as the woman nodded, vacantly got up and started to leave.  Scarlett handed the woman her top and power belt, and then watched as she left.  Scarlett then vowed that Americana would remain ignorant of this victory, especially as for what it would mean amongst the villains.  She would just have to work on reviving Mr. Klimstit, as well as advancing his plans.

 

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            The very next day, several things happened in Delta City.  First off, in the secret location that was the headquarters of the Fourth Reich, the Council Commander had to deal with the financial effects of the deal with Mr. Klimstit.  Sadly, he had to deal with selling another of the Fuehrer’s paintings, on top of having Elsa in hiding right now.  When Mr. Klimstit had said that she would be milked, he did not expect her beautiful bust line to be sagging so low.  Still, while he had hated being bested by an inferior, he knew that Mr. Klimstit‘s products were too important to his cause.

            The criminal population never knew what happened to Queen Bee, but the word spread that she had tried to cross Mr. Klimstit.  No one knew that the former villainess was now in a secret room in Mr. Klimstit’s company headquarters, in a strange harness.  It was needed since her body was literally only living by tubes.  The face showed no signs on intelligence, and the body looked familiar, except for breasts almost double the size of her body.  Only the Inner Circle knew who the woman had been, as was the case with the figure next to her in a similar form.

            On the heroine front, Ms. Americana was on patrol.  She had met up with Sapphire Seraphim.  The newest super heroine in the pantheon of Delta City had reminded her of the defeat they handed to Elsa and Queen Bee, there by saving the good name or Mr. Klimstit and the Klimstit Corporation.  In Ms. Americana‘s mind, that was a good day’s work.

            The people at the Klimstit Corporation also had a busy day.  Sasha, the head of Public Relations, had issued a statement where Mr. Klimstit had to leave town on an important international deal, and that the head of Research and Development, Scarlett, would be in charge.  This was also told to the clients that bought the company‘s secret products.

            At that time, Scarlett was also holding very special interviews.  In fact, she had narrowed it down to one candidate that she was escorting down to her job.  As they reached the floor the place was on, Scarlett finally spoke to the woman.  “Miss Bea, I do believe you are what I‘m looking for.  Now, you do understand that this job is hush-hush.”

            The buxom brunette nodded.  “I understand ma‘am.  I just am curious about what qualified me.  I know I could use the perks you are offering, since I‘m alone in this area.”  To Scarlett, those were words that meant a lot.  This woman had no family, and had lost touch with any family she had long ago.

            When the elevator door opened, Scarlett escorted the girl out, and explained.  “Well, you know the reports about Mr. Klimstit being out of the country?”  She saw the young woman nod, and then Scarlett pointed to a lone bed in the room.  On it was a lone figure, naked from the waist down.  The woman almost backed out of the room, but Scarlett grabbed her, and opened the woman’s blouse, revealing a very ample bust line.  “That is Mr. Klimstit, and someone put him into a coma.  The only way to bring him out of it is the get him nice and stiff.  That will take time.  You’ll be paid one hundred thousand dollars a week, and you’ll be allowed to stay here.”  She then leaned in and whispered in the buxom woman’s ear.  “Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.  When he recovers, you’ll get a bigger reward, and he knows how to treat breasts.”

            For a moment, the woman hesitated, and then she nodded.  “Alright.  I‘ll do it.”  She then lowered the bra, exposing two very round, firm breasts.  “Besides, my bra seems to be shrinking, and having the girls out feels good.”  Scarlett then watched as the woman went to work.  Deep down, she hoped it would not take long, but she knew Mr. Klimstit had been active for a while.  She was certain of one thing, though.  When Mr. Klimstit recovered, they would set their sights on Ms. Americana, the only heroine to discover Mr. Klimstit‘s weakness.

 

The End.