--Ms Americana - Fractured part 17--

Brenda Wade, Hexanna, Ms. Americana, Nightmare Witch, The Shield, Captain KO, 
Flag Girl, the Green Specter, Got Gal, Omega Woman, Hexana, Alpha Woman, Alpha 
Girl, Delta City, and all other related nicknames, locations, or gadgets 
mentioned herein are the creations of and copyrights by Mr. X.  All rights 
reserved by Mr. X, and graciously used with his permission.

By Kooster
kooster69@gmail.com

Previously:  Got Chic struggles to keep Got Gal, Green Specter, and Omega 
Woman alive, after they were almost suckled to death by the now dead mutant 
plant babies.  In his private office, Professor Whirter has his way with a 
captive Ms. Americana.

     Ms. Americana lay in an exhausted heap from her intense climax.
Her arms and legs showed scuff marks from straining against the leather straps 
that bound her to the gyno table.  Sweat coated her spent, naked body.  Her 
long, black hair was matted over her face and neck, which obscured her vision 
and blue mask.  Her abused nipples throbbed, and were more swollen than normal.  
Her elongated nipples were slowly turning from a dark purple, and back to 
their normal dark color.  Her engorged clit was throbbing and red.  Her 
drenched cunt gaped open, and was ready to be fucked.  Her inner thighs and 
calves were covered with a mix of her ejaculate and feminine jizz.  Her belly 
button had a pool of Professor Whirter's pre-cum.
     Her blue eyes fluttered as she was barely conscious.  Her breathing was 
ragged, where her buxom bosom heaved up-and-down.
     A huge wet spot of Ms. Americana's squirt had pooled around her crotch, 
and had seeped underneath her bubble butt cheeks.  The sweet fragrant aroma of 
her pussy juice permeated the air.
     Without her power belt, the drained superheroine had to rely on her 
natural--but slow acting--Aphrodite healing powers to recuperate.
     The professor took full advantage of the situation.  He started by 
grabbing two syringes from his experimental shelf.  Each syringe was filled 
with a swirl of white-and-yellow liquid, and had been labeled "From Got Gal".  
He jabbed a syringe into each of Ms.
Americana's wide, dark areoals.
     The exhausted superheroine whimpered as her titty flesh was pierced.  She 
felt the needles bore into her breasts like hot pokers melting through butter.  
Ms. Americana moaned in her sleepy haze as the long needles penetrated deeply 
into her boobs.
     The dirty old man pushed the syringes into the brunette superheroine's 
huge titties, until the barrels of the syringes pressed against Ms. 
Americana's dark areolas.  He injected all of the liquid into her titties, and 
then removed the empty syringes.  Tiny dollops of bright, red blood oozed out 
from the small injection sites on her juggs.
     "Great liberty!", Ms. American cried out.  The bound superheroine was 
roused back to complete consciousness.  She felt the strange liquid fill her 
tits, and then felt the liquid absorbed into her mammary glands.
     The unknown liquid immediately acted on her huge, 38G boobs.  She felt 
her lovely breasts change, where they became fuller.  The fullness continued 
with each passing second.  Her titty flesh was stretched out, as her boobs 
swelled to a larger breast size.  The fullness of her juggs created an 
incredible pressure inside her tits.
She wanted her hands free, so that she could squeeze her swollen breasts to 
relieve them.
     Ms. Americana felt as her large breasts had been inflated like balloons.  
Unlike balloons, however, her filled juggs weighed her down and pressed her 
more into the gyno bed.  The naked brunette begged, "Professor!  What did you 
do to me?!?  My breasts feel so full!  It hurts!"
     Professor Whirter moved swiftly, where he forced and then secured Ms. 
Americana into a kneeling position.  His pre-cum spilled out of her belly 
button, flowed down her flat tummy, and then dribbled over her hairless twat.
     Ms. Americana gazed in fear as the professor's pre-cum traveled down to 
her bare snatch.  She wiggled her hips to prevent his pre-cum from passing 
over her puffy cunt lips, and to stop his semen from entering her pussy.  The 
star-spangled brunette did not want another man's sperm inside of her!
     The professor angrily barked, "Hold still, Ms. Ameri-bitch!"
     The leather straps bound her athletic arms behind her, and forced her 
legs together.  The awkward position kept Ms. Americana's back straight, and 
then made her thrust her full, swollen tits jut forward.
She strained with her back muscles to keep herself upright.  If the star-
spangled brunette relaxed her back, then Ms. Americana knew that her heavy 
breasts would make her topple to the floor.
     Ms. Americana grunted and strained from the combination of her bound 
position, from keeping her back straight, and from the near-bursting pressure 
in her filled breasts.  From her past sexual escapades, the star-spangled 
brunette realized what had happened to her lovely tits.  She knew that somehow 
the injections had started up her breast milk production, but at an incredibly 
fast rate.  New breast milk production took much longer to occur, and usually 
involved constantly suckling or pumping to put her breast milk production into 
high gear.
     She had received a special treatment by the professor months ago to 
prevent her fabulous boobs from lactating again.  Before the treatment, Ms. 
Americana had gained a reputation in the criminal underworld that she was the 
lactating superheroine.  Thugs would maul and roughly squeeze her huge, 38G 
breasts to force the brunette superheroine to squirt milk for them.  After the 
treatment, she had gained the wonderful freedom in never lactating again from 
her sexual escapades with criminal scum.  Even sex with her beloved captain--
Captain KO--who spent a lot of rough foreplay on her breasts, could not 
restart her breast milk production.
     The brunette superheroine was not surprised that the dirty old man had 
the ability to her a human cow again.  She was curious on why the syringes had 
been labeled with Got Gal's name.  Ms. Americana knew that the emerald-powered 
blonde constantly sought out Professor Whirter's help.  Obviously, the naked 
brunette assumed, that Got Gal and the professor had a very carnal 
relationship.
     The pressure of Ms. Americana's milk-filled udders was so much that drops 
of milk oozed out of her long, dark nipples.  The warm liquid trickled down 
her dark areoals, flowed underneath her swollen juggs, and then dripped to the 
floor.  The bound superheroine noticed how her elongated nipples leaked.  She 
strained to flex her chest muscles to jiggle her milk-filled breasts to make 
herself lactate.
She softly prayed, "Aphrodite, help me."
     "Stop that!", Professor Whirter yelled.  He was enraged that Ms.
Americana was trying to milk herself.  He angrily informed, "I'm the only one 
who is allowed to milk you, Ms. Ameri-cow!"
     The dirty old man searched his desk drawers for something to use on the 
naked brunette's elongated nipples.  He made a mental note to buy some extreme 
sex toys for his future sexual romps.  He fished out something he thought was 
suitable.  "Ah ha, here we go!"
     "Great liberty!", Ms. Americana gasped in shock.  She was horrified to 
see that the professor held a pair of small black, metallic binder clips.  
These clips were the not that big, maybe one centimeter wide, but they were 
menacing nonetheless.  The star-spangled brunette knew where those clips would 
go.  She also knew that the binder clips were designed to be strong enough to 
hold a thick stack of paper together.  The naked superheroine pleaded, "No, 
professor!  Please, no!  Not on my nipples!"
     The elderly man enjoyed hearing the captive superheroine beg for him to 
stop.  He felt a rush in having power over Ms. Americana.  He roughly grabbed 
her large, dark left areola; and then placed a binder clip at the base of her 
long, puffy left nipple.
      "Aaauuuaaahhh!!!", the naked superheroine scream in pain.  She painfully 
felt the binder clip brutally flatten most of her left nipple to a thin, 
wafer-thin disc.  The tip of her abused nipple had swollen into a tiny berry 
outside of the clamping clip.  Her left nipple throbbed in pain, and then 
turned white hot.  She was amazed that her left nipple was still intact, and 
had not been destroyed by the binder clip.
     Worse yet, Ms. Americana felt the binder clip restrict her breast milk 
flow.  All of breast milk was trapped inside her left boob with no way to be 
released.
      Caught up from the pain of her clamped, leff nipple, Ms.
Americana failed to notice that Professor Whirter was placing the other binder 
clip on her elongated, right nipple.  A loud snap echoed in the private office 
as the binder clip closed on the base of her right nipple.
     "Nnnuuuaaahhh!!!", the bound superheroine wailed in pain.  Her clamped, 
right nipple hurt just as much as her left nipple.  Her long, right nipple had 
been smushed into a thin pancake.
     Her abused nipples were white hot, as the binder clips stopped the blood 
flow to her severely compressed nipples.  The tips of her now pale colored 
nipples seemed like large, whitehead pimples that were going to burst.
     Professor Whirter needed to vent his rage on how defiant and disobedient 
Ms. Americana was!  He was sick and tired in being pushed around and 
unappreciated by the Delta City heroines.  Worse yet, he knew that none of 
Delta City's heroines would ever be interested in him.  The professor was a 
balding old man.  His genius intellect made him sound too geeky or 
unapproachable by women.  He was always treated by the superheroines as the 
absent-minded grandfather that you reluctantly visited.
     The professor knew that out of all the Delta City superheroines that Ms. 
Americana avoided him the most!  He knew that she was going to notice him now!
     He informed with a very deep, dark tone in his voice, "You've been very 
naughty.  Very naughty!"
     Ms. Americana stammered her thought in broken sentences, "Wer-weren't 
the--?!?  Damn bin-binder clips my pun--!  Punishment!?!"
     "Silence!", he demanded.
     The elderly man pulled back the open palm of his hand, and then swiftly 
swung his hand toward Ms. Americana's massive udders!  His palm whacked 
against the outer side of her swollen left titty.  A loud smack resounded 
throughout the private office.
     "Aaaauh-aaaauuurrrrgggg!!!!", the busty superheroine screamed in pain.  
She had steeled herself for a spanking on her big ass cheeks, and had not 
expected her balloon-like boobs to be hit.
     The powerful hit hurt on so many levels.  First, there was the searing 
pain of the impact.  Normally, her tits would disperse the shock waves in 
being hit.  Her now milk-filled breasts, however, magnified the shock waves of 
the professor's smack ten-fold.  The intensified impact made Ms. Americana's 
left breast swing and then
violently bang into her right breast.   She screamed in pain,
"Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!!!!"
     Second, the violent shaking of Ms. Americana's tits made her clamped 
nipples jiggle vigorously and uncontrollably.  She grunted and cried out as 
her severely flattened nipples quickly snaked left-and-right.
     The star-spangled brunette cried out as her gigantic, right breast swung 
back to smack against her left boob.  The kinetic energy forced Ms. 
Americana's mammoth juggs to swing back-and-forth like the hanging balls of 
Newton's cradle.
     The tortured superheroine could feel her breast milk sloshing inside of 
her swollen breasts.  The internal movement of her breast milk helped to 
maintain the swinging of her humongous boobs.
     Professor Whirter enjoyed hearing the naked superheroine cry out from her 
tortured udders and clamped nipples.  He liked seeing the red mark of his palm 
on her left titty.
     He noticed that his captive superheroine's huge juggs were bobbing back-
and-forth less and less.  The professor had add more momentum back into her 
titties.  He pulled back his open palm, and then brutally smacked Ms. 
Americana's right tit.
     "Eeeeuuuuaaaahhhhgggg!!!!", the helpless superheroine wailed in pain.  
This powerful slap against her massive breasts hurt just as much as the first 
one.  Tears welled up in her blue eyes.  She was biting into her lucious lips 
to endure the pain.
     The combined abuse of the binder clips and in having her gigantic udders 
slapped was too much for Ms. Americana.  She toppled to the floor with a loud 
crash.  The bound superheroine cried out in pain, as her red and swollen juggs 
banged against the floor.  Her gigantic breasts bounced on the floor like 
badly dribbled basketballs.
     Ms. Americana was zoning in-and-out of consciousness from the painful 
torture to her elongated nipples and milk-filled breasts.
Part of wished that she would pass out, so that the brunette superheroine 
would not be aware of whatever else the dirty old man did to her.  The star-
spangled brunette was still in disbelief that someone she trusted so much 
would have his way with her like this.
     "Lying down on the job!?!", Professor Whirter taunted.  "Get back up!"
     The professor grabbed a handful of Ms. Americana's long, thick black hair.  
He yanked on her hair to pull her back up.
     Ms. Americana screamed in pain as her beautiful hair was tugged so hard.  
She felt as if her black hair was being pulled out by their roots.  Instead of 
losing her hair, the bound superheroine was forced back onto her knees.  Her 
blue eyes were red and wet.  Her swollen breasts were bright red.  Her clamped 
nipples and part of her areolas had turned white.
     Professor Whirter removed the small binder clips from Ms.
Americana's abused nipples.
     The star-spangled brunette hissed in pain as the clips were removed from 
her.  She gritted her teeth, and then grunted in pain as her blood rushed back 
into her long, swollen nipples.  She felt as if her abused nipples were 
throbbing in sync with her rapid heartbeat.
     Ms. Americana could feel her breast milk straining to flow out of her 
swollen boobs.  The cruel flattening of her nipples, however, was preventing 
her breast milk from flowing--even with the incredible pressure within her 
swollen breasts.
     The naked superheroine flailed her bound wrists in hopes of freeing her 
hands.  If she could just use her hands to milk herself, then things would be 
so much better!
     The dirty old professor noticed what Ms. Americana was moving her hands 
about.  His eyes now glowed green.  The edge of his vision had a green tinge.  
He teased, "Do you want to use your hands, Ms.
Ameri-tits?"
     Professor Whirter deliberately used a dark, course voice--where he tried 
to sound like the big, bad wolf.  "My, my, what big titties you have?  All the 
better to be milked!"
     Ms. Americana saw the professor's hands nearing her swollen breasts.  She 
shook her head and then demanded, "Keep your nasty hands off my breasts!"
     The horny professor ignored her words, and then placed his aged hands on 
her gigantic, seemingly basketball-like sized, right udder.
He massaged her dark areolas and long nipples with a combination of squeezing 
and pulling to make her lactate..
     A powerful jet of Ms. Americana's white milk erupted out of her elongated, 
right nipple and then streamed out several feet.
     "Thar she blows!", the professor announced.
     The lactating superheroine gasped in relief as the incredible, agonizing 
pressure in her huge, swollen right boob was released.  She moaned as her body 
was flooded with endorphins as her breast milk gushed out.  Her blue eyes 
fluttered from the pleasurable release of her trapped breast milk.
      After a few seconds, the professor removed his milky hands from Ms. 
Americana's right titty.  He was amazed at how much breast milk was still 
inside of her large, right udder.
      The bound superheroine whined as milk-filled, right breast was released.  
She wanted her right boob completely milked!  Ms. Americana softly pleaded, 
"Don't stop.  Please!"
      The dirty old man moved his milky hands to the naked superheroine's 
gigantic, swollen left titty.  He squeezed the round, dark areola and titty 
flesh to make Ms. Americana's left udder lactate.
      A white stream of breast milk blasted out of her super-long, leff nipple.
      The naked brunette moaned as her massive left breast was milked.
Ms. Americana gasped as more endorphins flooded her sexy body, and then 
induced incredible pleasure in her.  She didn't want her pleasure-induced high 
to end.  She was like a drug addict who had just shot up on a fresh dose, and 
then couldn't wait to shoot up again.
     Professor Whirter smiled wickedly as he was inspired on what to do next.  
An evil grin was spread wide across his aged face.