Agent Kekko 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.

 

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

 

Mistaken Meeting

 

                Agent Kekko stood across the street, watching the building that she was given the address to.  When she was told it was the location that a notorious slaver was making a big deal, she was stunned.  She had heard that two weeks ago, the superheroines of Delta City had brought down many of the slavers that were operating in the city.  This slaver must have had some nerve for attempting to operate now.  However, what made it more surprising was the fact that the address was for a business.  Normally, the address was for an abandoned warehouse, where no one would notice suspicious crates being removed. 

                However, what Agent Kekko was looking at was a thriving company.  In fact, it was the Klimstit Corporation, a very wealthy pharmaceutical company.  She always wondered how they sold their products so cheap, and something seemed to make sense when she looked over the address again.  From what she had seen, a majority of buxom women had entered the building since she began her stakeout.  She started to wonder how many failed to leave on a given day.  It had to be the only reason the pharmaceutical company was so profitable.

                She now realized what she had to do, and why her bosses sent her here.  She was the best agent at bringing down slavers.  Her bosses said that she did a good job, lulling them into a false sense of victory before sending out a call to the other field agents.  Of course, she wasn’t sure how she managed it, especially the one time where she was bound and gagged.  She was thankful since at that time, someone had just started to pull down her bottoms.  It was a bit humiliating, since the way she was bound made her breasts thrust out, and the top of her outfit had been removed.

                She put the thoughts of that encounter out of her mind.  She didn’t need to think of close defeats.  Right now, she needed to focus on her current task.  She took a deep calming breath, and walked right into the building.  It wasn’t the best approach, but since it was still business hours, it was the best.  She was almost stunned when no one noticed her entering the building.  Even the security personnel didn’t notice her, and given her two piece outfit, exposing her stomach, and top which exposed her cleavage through a diamond shaped hole, that was surprising.  However, if most of the staff were buxom, it wouldn’t be that rare.

                She walked past the security desk, and straight to the elevator.  A quick look at a directory by the elevator, and she could tell the top floor was where she needed to go.  All the executive offices were up there.  She quickly boarded the elevator and went straight to the top.

                As the elevator was ascending, Agent Kekko was unaware of a few things.  First was the fact that the air was treated with a special colorless, odorless gas, and that gas promoted the natural function of her breasts.  The second was that the elevator sent a signal to the office of the company president, Mr. Klimstit, who was in a meeting at the moment with some of his staff.

                This staff meeting was actually a meeting of Mr. Klimstit’s Inner Circle.  Out of all his female staff, they knew the secret of his company, and loved taking part in it.  To most people in the company, they were known by their first names.  First was Scarlett, a buxom redhead who was the head of Research and Development.  Not only was she in charge of what pharmaceuticals the company developed, but also special products that were only available to special clients.  Second was Sasha, a buxom brunette who was in charge of Public Relations.  It was her job to make sure the company stayed in a good light, but she was also in charge of making sure rumors got started to lure heroines in to the company’s secret purpose.  Lastly was Tiffany, a buxom blonde who was interning with the company.  However, since her arrival, she had moved up to assistant and go-between of the Inner Circle.

                Agent Kekko was unaware of all this when she arrived on the top floor.  However, she was aware of what a CEO’s office door would look like.  As she left the elevator, she paused for a moment, placing her hands flat on her back.  For some reason, her back was hurting her, but she couldn’t think why.  She started to move again, especially when she realized a receptionist behind the desk was staring at her.  She didn’t want anyone here to think she was flaunting herself to be sold into slavery.

                As she reached the door, she noticed that the receptionist stood up.  Just from a first glance, the receptionist wasn’t as buxom as she was.  That didn’t bother her, but she was going to make sure the girl stayed safe.  In fact, part of her wasn’t surprised when the woman said, “You can’t go in there, Miss.  Mr. Klimstit is in an important meeting.”

                Agent Kekko wasn’t surprised by the word Miss.  Her hairstyle made her appear to be younger than she was, but the fact was she was in her early twenties.  She placed her hands on the doorknob, and turned to face the receptionist.  “It’s a good thing I got here then.  I’m sure your boss’s clients will be surprised to see me.”  She noticed a puzzled look on the receptionist’s face, which she figured was because she was unaware of the client’s background.

                She quickly turned the knob, and was surprised when the door opened with ease.  She quickly entered the office, and posed with her fists on her hips. “All right, Mr. Klimstit, the jig is up.”  She glanced around the room, studying everything about the office.   She was surprised to see that other than a well dressed Caucasian man who appeared to be slightly older than her, and three buxom Caucasian women, there wasn’t anyone else in the room.  She glared at the man.  “Where did he go?”

                She was stunned when the others looked at each other, with obvious confused looks on their faces.  She realized that what ever this fiend had done, he had already brainwashed the trio.  Finally, the man spoke.  “Where did who go?  You’ve just interrupted a business meeting.  And why isn’t a child like you in school?”

                She proudly walked over to the desk Mr. Klimstit was sitting behind.  As she neared him, she felt a bit of pain in her back, as well as feeling like her top was shrinking, which was impossible.  She finally stopped, put her hands on the desk, and bent down to look at Mr. Klimstit in the eyes.  “The slaver you were dealing with.  And don’t think you can fool me, I’m not a teenager, I’m in my early twenties.”

                Agent Kekko wasn’t aware of what was now happening behind her, mainly because with how she leaned over the desk, her back felt better.  She was actually enjoying the moment, while keeping her eyes on Mr. Klimstit.  What happened behind her involved the other girls.  The blonde, Tiffany, walked to the door, and told the receptionist to hold all calls as Mr. Klimstit sorted everything out.  She then closed the doors, and silently locked them.

                The brunette, Sasha, had moved to the back of the room to what looked like a thermostat.  She pushed a button on it, and what she did was actually increased the concentration of the special gas in the office.  Sasha was well aware that Mr. Klimstit usually kept the level at the 75% mark.  However, when their meetings came to an end, she set it up to 80%.  This time, with the interruption, she set it up to 90%, which was slightly higher than the concentration in the maze in the sublevel.

                Lastly, the redhead, Scarlett, was making her way behind the scantily clad heroine figure.  She had been with Mr. Klimstit for a long time, and had learned how he thought.  At first, when she saw the heroine bust in, she thought her to be a teenager, especially with the way her hair was worn.  Hearing her say that she was in her twenties changed that.  Scarlett was pulling out a patch that her part of the company had developed.  However, it was sold to private clients.  The patch was laced with a special drug designed to knock a person out in a few minutes.  She quickly placed the patch on the woman’s back, saying, “What do you mean, ‘slaver’?  He deals in pharmaceuticals.”

                Agent Kekko stood up, almost stumbling like she couldn’t keep her balance.  She turned to face the buxom redhead.  “I know that’s what you believe.  He has you brainwashed, probably preparing to sell you all off.  I, Agent Kekko, am going to bring this slave trader to justice.”  She then turned to face Mr. Klimstit, again almost losing her balance.  “Do you have anything to say for yourself, before I call in the rest of the authorities?”

                Mr. Klimstit just sat back in his chair.  He just smiled and looked at her, letting his gaze wander to her breasts.  He could see that they were almost bursting out of her top.  Once he had heard her name, he remembered some things he had learned about her, from files he had managed to get a hold of.  One of those things was that she brought down slavers, however there were things she was unaware of, mainly due to her low intelligence.  “The only thing I have to say is nighty night.”

                Agent Kekko was taken back by they odd comment.  She stepped back, puzzled.  “What do you mean by that?”  Almost instantly, she started to feel faint, and she couldn’t keep her eyes open.  She then realized what was happening.  She had been drugged, and now she was going to be sold into slavery.  Before she passed out, she just said, “Damn it.”

                As the buxom heroine collapsed, Scarlett caught her.  The redhead let her hands wander as she held the heroine, making sure to feel how firm the woman’s breasts were.  “Looks like she’s ready to ‘donate’, sir.  Did she really say she was Agent Kekko?”

                Mr. Klimstit got up, and nodded.  “Yes.  I can’t believe that she’s here, unless she lived up to her intelligence and made a stupid mistake.  See if you can find anything on her while Sasha and Tiffany get an extra chair ready.”  He watched as Scarlett did a quick frisking, making sure not to remove the costume at all.  Sasha and Tiffany went over to another door in the office, and pulled out an extra office chair.

                The chair was brought over and placed between Sasha and Scarlett’s chairs.  As everything was prepared, Scarlett pulled out a piece of paper, and surpressed a laugh.  “You were right, sir.  Take a look at this.”  She handed the paper over, and then started to secure the heroine into the chair.  As she did so, she also pulled up the heroine’s top, exposing her large breasts.  “Mmmm, looks like the file was right about her endowments.  She’s going to make a nice ‘donation’.”

                Mr. Klimstit smiled, especially as Sasha said, “You might be right, Scarlett.  She might even match Tiffany’s ‘donation’ today.”  He then watched as the buxom girls all started to unbutton their blouses.   Their business meeting had been almost over for the day, all that was left was their ‘donations’.  Each of the girls in his Inner Circle enjoyed this part.  It was a big part of how they got picked for the inner circle.  Since joining his Inner Circle, they pledged their loyalty to him, and were key in getting his long term plans underway, as well as making ‘donations’ everyday.

                He then watched as Tiffany approached her chair, and shook her head.  “I don’t think she will.  She may be the same cup size, but mine are still bigger.  See.”  He licked his lips as all the girls unclasped the fronts of their bra, allowing their breasts to pop out.  Each girl was well endowed, and their breasts looked perfect, like gravity didn’t affect them at all.  And each breast was capped by an erect nipple, eager for the attention they were about to get.

                As Scarlett sat down in her chair, two panels on the chair opened up, and two clear cones at the end of two clear tubes came out.   Each cone made its way to her E cup breasts, and hovered for a moment, as if they were waiting for the right moment.  She had a grin on her face, which told Mr. Klimstit she had something in mind.   “Sir, how about we give that heroine a little show?”

                He nodded in agreement as Sasha and Tiffany both sat in their chairs.  Almost as soon as they sat down, panels opened on their chairs, and cones hovered over each of their breasts as well.  He noticed that both the blonde and brunette were eyeing the cones with expectation.  Mr. Klimstit then said, “Yes.  I’m sure that drug you gave her will wear off soon, so let’s make her think that you all are unaware that you were going to be milked today.”  He then pushed a button on his desk, and the cones hovering over Scarlett’s breasts latched onto their targets, as a suction sound was heard, along with a frightened scream.

                Agent Kekko quickly came to when she heard the scream.  An instinct in her made her try to jump up, but she couldn’t.  She shook her head, and realized she was bound to a chair.  She also noticed her breasts were exposed, and somehow appeared bigger than they had been.  It was then she noticed the clear cones hovering right over her breasts.

                She turned her head, and was horrified at what she saw.  The redhead was in a chair, and two clear cones were attached to her breasts.  She also noticed something appeared to be flowing down the tubes.  It wasn’t until the brunette shouted in a frightened voice, “Please, you can’t be doing this.  You’ll ruin us.”

                Agent Kekko managed to look at the brunette just as two cones latched onto her breasts.  Soon, something started flowing through those tubes.  While she still couldn’t tell what it was, she heard the brunette through her sobs.  “It burns.  Please stop this.”  All of a sudden, Kekko remember a story she had thought to be false.  It had involved a special agent getting captured, humiliated, and then milked.  Rumor had stated the heroine never worked again.  Now she believed it could happen.

                Her thoughts were broken when the blond shouted.  “Don’t do that to me.  My breasts are just perky enough.  Don’t ruin them by doing this.”  She screamed as the cones engulfed her breasts.

                Agent Kekko then looked at Mr. Klimstit, who looked on with a perverted grin on his face.  She glared at him, and finally spoke.  “Won’t your clients be mad when you give them women with ruined breasts?  I thought slavers preferred perfect breasts.”  She was stunned when the man started to laugh.

                When he stopped laughing, she watched as he pushed a button, causing the two cones to engulf her breasts.  Soon, she felt the suction begin, and it wasn’t long until she saw milk gushing out of her nipples.  What was worse was it burned, and she was enjoying it.  As the process continued, she heard Mr. Klimstit speak.  “My dear Agent Kekko, you seem to think that my clients know about how I get the secret ingredient I use in my products.”

                Confusion swam through Agent Kekko’s mind, mixing in with the pleasure and pain caused by the milking machine.  “What do you mean by ingredient?  What does a slaver need with ingredients?”

                She could tell there was a look of shock on Mr. Klimstit’s face.  “You mean to say you are that dumb that you don’t realize my company makes pharmaceuticals?”

                Agent Kekko tried to frown at that comment, but the constant suction on her breasts made it hard to stay angry.  It was humiliating to think she was enjoying this, but to be called a fool made things worse.  “I know that is a cover story.  I know you plan to sell all these girls into slavery.  Look how scared they are of you.”

                She was startled when all three of the women started laughing.  It caught her off guard, especially since the redhead just said, “We were just putting on a show for you, you ditz.  I saw the address you were supposed to go to.  You’re so dumb, you transposed two of the numbers.”

                Kekko couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  It continued to get more unreal as the brunette spoke.  “Mr. Klimstit would never support slavers.  If he did, it would mean less women would learn the true joy their breasts are for.”  She then heard the brunette and the redhead start to moan.

                She was stunned when Mr. Klimstit walked over to the chair she was in.  “They are right.  Too many women forget the true beauty their breasts are for.  You can’t deny that you are enjoying the suction on your nipples.  You’ve also enjoyed the facts that your breasts have increased in size due to the milk production my special gas has stimulated.”  She almost cringed as he leaned in close to her ear.  “I bet you are on the verge of orgasm now, especially when the last of your milk gets sucked out.”

                At that moment, she felt an orgasm go through her body.  It was the most intense one she had ever experienced.  What made it so intense was the fact that the other women orgasmed at the same time.  It was such an intense feeling she almost passed out bucking in the chair, while the pump and restraints held her down.

                When the feeling finally passed, she was gasping for breath, especially as the cones released her breasts with a pop.  She then glanced down, and the feeling of pleasure was replaced by panic, as her breasts laid on her body, down to her stomach.  It was the very thing she was afraid of.  She glared at Mr. Klimstit, who was walking behind his desk.  “You ruined my tits.”

                She was stunned when Klimstit turned to face her.  On his face was the perverted grin she saw earlier.  It scared her when he walked over and held up her drained breasts by her nipples.  “Why is it all heroines hold their dignity until a moment like this?  A shame it happens this way.”  She then felt her drained breasts slap against her as he let go of them.  As he walked away from her, she heard him remark.  “And all because you did what you are best at; being dumb.”

                That comment just made her mad.  “I’m not dumb.  I’ve brought down many slavers.  And I’m going to bring you down.”  She then tried to break free of her bonds, but could do nothing against them. She sighed, and then remember how fast the others appeared when the situation was at it’s worst.  She smiled.  “We’ll see who the dumb one is when my back up arrives.”

                She watched as Mr. Klimstit walked all the way over to Scarlett, who she noticed was eyeing Mr. Klimstit’s crotch.  As he walked, he calmly spoke.  “I take it you mean the back up that helped catch the other slavers.  I bet you haven’t noticed that when they show up, it’s at the time some one has pulled down your bottoms.”  As he spoke the words, she thought about them for a moment.  He had a point.  Every time her backup showed up, the slavers were about to start trying to tame her.

                She then glanced down at her lap, and noticed her bottoms were still on her.  If he was correct, that meant no one would be coming to help her, at least at the moment.  The second he tried to tame her, she would be victorious.  She let out a slight teasing laugh.  “Then why don’t you tame me.  I know you’re thinking about how much you’d get for me.”

                She was surprised when the blonde laughed, obviously not upset at the fact that Mr. Klimstit just milked her dry.  “Mr. Klimstit doesn’t want to sell you.  He’s always thinking how much milk he’ll get from you.  He’d never waste a good set of breasts, especially if they might be from a superheroine.  You’ve must have fallen in with those who view breasts as sex objects only.”

                She wanted to reply, thinking the girl was brainwashed, until the brunette spoke.  “She’s right.  Of course, Mr. Klimstit knows how most women enjoy it when their breasts get attention.  I remember when he brought me into the Inner Circle.  He knew I loved it when mine got attention, especially being sucked on.  I know you won’t admit it now, but it was orgasmic being milked.”  The brunette was right; she wouldn’t admit it.  That would be admitting defeat, and she was not defeated yet, although she felt close to it.

                She glared over at the redhead when she finally shouted.  “Hey girls, let’s cut out the talking.  I’m sure Mr. Klimstit wants to reward us for making such sizable donations.”  She was stunned when the other women started staring at Mr. Klimstit’s crotch.  She then noticed the redhead was looking right at her.  “You’re going to love this, Kekko.  I wouldn’t be surprised if you drool a bit.”

                As the last words were uttered, she watched as Mr. Klimstit’s pants disappeared.  She was stunned by this, but she was more captivated when she saw what was being revealed.  Mr. Klimstit had a huge hard-on.  At first, she thought this was caused by watching them get milked, but when the pants were there, there was no visible bulge.  By all reason, he shouldn’t have been able to wear pants.

                However, that wasn’t all.  Agent Kekko noticed that the hard-on, and the two huge balls, were glowing, as if they had some added power in them.  It was a very captivating sight.  Deep down, she had always wanted to try to put her mouth around a shaft that big, by choice.  She felt her mouth water with hunger when she saw it, and she tried to stop.

                It didn’t go unnoticed, as Mr. Klimstit looked at her.  “I bet you’ll even want a taste.  Don’t worry, you will.”  The words scared her, and then she watched as Mr. Klimstit pointed his cock at the redhead’s drained breasts.  She watched as the villain just smiled at the redhead, and said, “I know what you’re waiting for, Scarlett.”

                Agent Kekko was shocked when Mr. Klimstit’s cock shot out a load of glowing cum, which quickly coated the redhead’s breasts.  As the scene played out, Agent Kekko was almost hypnotized.  She had seen some men try the same thing, but they had to step back after shooting a small load.  Not only was Mr. Klimstit shooting a massive load, but his cock was still hard, as well as glowing.  “That can’t be possible.”

                She watched as Mr. Klimstit stepped over to the brunette.  As he did so, she heard the redhead say, “Oh, it is.  Mr. Klimstit hasn’t just milked women.  He’s milked superheroines.  It’s how he got his super powered cum, and perpetual hard-on.”  Agent Kekko was puzzled by this, until she saw the redhead stand up, and the cum seemed to be soaked in by her breasts.  As it was soaked in, she saw the breasts firm and swell back up to the size they were before the milking.  If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, Agent Kekko wouldn’t have believed it.

                The redhead stood up, and started to put her blouse back on.  As she did so, Agent Kekko looked over at the brunette just as Mr. Klimstit let his glowing cum soak the brunette’s breasts.  As they firmed up, the brunette spoke.  “If Mr. Klimstit didn’t do this, it would probably take a day or two for all of us to return to our normal sizes.  Unlike superheroines, they seem to recover in hours.  I know a few who had made donations to Mr. Klimstit’s company before.”

                Now, the brunette stood up, but she didn’t put back on her blouse.  She walked over to a door that was in the back corner of the office and entered it, pulling out a cell phone.  Agent Kekko was flabbergasted at how the women acted like everything was all right, being milked liked this, and then being more humiliated.  She glanced over at the blonde, who smiled as Mr. Klimstit pointed his glowing cock at her drained breasts.  She had to be closest to her in age.  “Listen, this is wrong.  He’s got you thinking that being milked is what breasts are for.  There is more than being a cow.”

                The blonde turned to face her, and snidely laughed.  “A cow.  Don’t make me laugh.  Mr. Klimstit wants all women to know the beauty and delight their breasts are for.  Only the brainless beauty obsessed think otherwise.  I was surprised to find out yours were real.”  A moan escaped the blonde’s lips at that moment, when Agent Kekko witnessed Mr. Klimstit shooting a massive glowing load of cum all over the blonde’s breasts.

                When the last of the cum hit the blonde’s breasts, Agent Kekko sat there, shocked at what the blonde had said.  No one had ever accused her of having implants.  However, after all this, she wondered why she didn’t.  Maybe having implants would have spared her this humiliation.  She was lost on that thought when she noticed the blonde getting up, but not trying to get her blouse on.  She did notice that Mr. Klimstit was now standing in front of her.  “I think you know what’s about to happen next.”

                Agent Kekko didn’t want to acknowledge his statement.  However, a thought did cross her mind as it was about to happen.  If he shot his load all over her breasts, she could get a sample of his DNA.  She decided to play into his perversion, looking at him with a cute seductive smile.  It was the kind of smile, that with her pigtails, would make any man hard.  “Yes, please.  Restore my tits so you can milk them again.  It makes me so hot when you do that.”  She smiled more as she saw his cock throb a bit.

                She decided to play it a bit more.  She gazed at his cock and blew air on it for a moment.  “You’re the only one who knows what my titties are for.  I want your cum all over my tits.”  Her efforts were quickly rewarded when Mr. Klimstit’s cock erupted all over her breasts.  She watched and was amazed how much came out, and coated her breasts.  Each stream of glowing cum spattered onto her breasts, literally coating them with a layer of cum.

                When it finally stopped, she noticed how warm it felt.  She also felt her breasts filling and firming back to normal.  It was as pleasurable as the milking had been, and she couldn’t help but moan.  She closed her eyes briefly, and then opened them as Mr. Klimstit said, “It’s such a turn on when a heroine demeans herself.  It’s like they think by doing that, they are going to get something more out of my cum, like DNA.”

                She opened her eyes wide in shock when she heard that.  The glowing cum that had been all over her breasts was now gone, as if her breasts had hungrily absorbed it.  The only good thing was that her breasts were back to their normal size.  She was briefly thankful for that, until she felt hands roughly grab them, and saw that the blonde and brunette had each grabbed a breast.  “Unhand them,” was her response to the two women.

                The brunette seemed calm when she said, “Now, now.  In a few moments, we are going to help you correct your mistake, and make sure you get to the slaver you were after.”  She then watched as the brunette looked over at Mr. Klimstit.  “Shall we get her ready, sir?”

                Agent Kekko watched as Mr. Klimstit just nodded.  “Yes.  Scarlett is making sure we get her there unnoticed.  Just make sure her costume doesn’t look like it had been moved at all.”  She then saw him point at the blonde, “And Tiffany, don’t squeeze her breasts so hard.”

                She felt the pressure lessen as the blonde loosened her grip.  “Sorry, sir.  I was just upset that she still thinks you’re a slaver.”  She then felt both Tiffany and the brunette restore her bikini top.  She grimaced a bit, as she felt how tight her top had gotten.  Obviously, the gas that he said was making her breasts product milk was still doing its task.

                Mr. Klimstit just looked at her, and smiled.  “She only thinks that right now.  She won’t be thinking that a few minutes from now.  Sasha, Tiffany, help her up, and make sure she’s ready for the next part.”  She felt the two women help her out of the seat, and she had one last ditch plan.  With one swift kick, she could cripple Mr. Klimstit, escape, and warn others.

                Those plans were ruined when once her legs were straight, and the two women forced her to bend over.  With her breasts as heavy as they were, she gave into it, and soon she was bent over.  The way her breasts were hanging, it felt good, but she knew it would only be temporary.  She bent her head to look at Mr. Klimstit, and was stunned when she realized his glowing cock and balls were inches from her face.  She then remembered Klimstit’s words from earlier, and quickly clamped her mouth shut.

                She kept her mouth shut as Mr. Klimstit looked at her.  “Not going to open your mouth.  A shame, since I noticed you drooling at the sight of it earlier.  It also won’t matter, because with all the superpowered cum I have in me, I can do anything.  This includes an amnesatic facial.”  She then watched as glowing cum shot out at her face.  She felt it splatter all over her face, nose and mouth.  The sudden shot also caused her to gasp, and she felt Mr. Klimstit put his cock in her mouth.

                She felt it pulse against her lips as more and more of his glowing cum went into her mouth, and she swallowed every drop.  With each shot, as well as the smell of the cum on her face, she felt like she couldn’t remember what happened minutes before.  The more cum that she swallowed, the more she couldn’t remember.  She wasn’t even sure why she had entered the building in the first place.  She then started to close her eyes, feeling tired.

                When Agent Kekko’s eyes closed, Mr. Klimstit popped his cock out of the her mouth.  He motioned to the girls to stand her up, and when she was, he noticed a vacant look on her face.  “Agent Kekko, you are under the powers of my hypnocum.  From now on, the events that happened here was just an erotic dream.  You won’t remember our faces, or names.  This will have just been an erotic dream.  You will leave here, and head to where the slaver is.  Until someone grabs one of your nipples, your mind will not wake up.  When it does, you will realize you were captured by the slaver.”

                The girl nodded, and at that moment, Scarlett had opened a secret door.  Scarlett beckoned the girl, and the hypnotized heroine walked over and followed Scarlett down the secret hall.  When the door closed, Mr. Klimstit just looked at Sasha and Tiffany, both with their breasts exposed.  “Both of you, put your breasts away.  Tiffany, go out and bring my secretary in.  We need to make sure she doesn’t mention the wayward heroine.”

                As Tiffany complied and stepped out of the office, he turned towards Sasha, and re-engaged the hologram that made him appear to have pants.  “By the way, Sasha, how are things set for the event next month.”

                He watched as Sasha buttoned the last button on her blouse.  “Things are well.  In fact, we are ready for the next few events.  The Fashion Show.  The Museum unveiling.  Also, the news report about our one big project.  We are still getting things together to test Scarlett’s modification to the gas.”  He held up her hand to stop talking as the receptionist entered.  She understood and waited for the receptionist to sit down.  Besides, the receptionist was also overdue to make a ‘donation’.

                He smiled at her and said, “Did you notice that lady who had entered earlier?”  When she nodded, he stopped smiling.  “Let’s have a little chat about her, shall we.”  He sat back as Sasha started all the equipment hidden in the room.  His secretary was about to make another donation, another one she wouldn’t remember at all.

 

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                Agent Kekko had been having one of the hottest dreams ever, until she felt someone roughly pull on her nipples.  She yelped, and was stunned to find a cock in her mouth.  She blinked and looked up at the man who had his cock in her mouth, and realized who he was.  It was the most wanted slaver around, since the ones that were arrested.  He must have ambushed her, and drugged her.  She tried to struggle, but realized that his thugs must be around her.  The fiend continued pumping his cock in her mouth, and said, “Good move, boys.  You woke her up.  Now we can truly tame her.”

                She felt hands on her breasts again, this time squeezing them in an odd way.  A voice said from underneath her, “Damn, you should see what these tits are doing.”  She tried to gasp as she felt someone sucking on her nipple.

                Another voice came from behind her as she felt her bottoms being pulled off.  “What ever it is, she’s enjoying it.  It will make it easier for all of us to do her in turn.”  She felt her eyes go wide as she realized what it meant.  They were all going to rape her, and tame her.  She started to hope her back-up would show up before it was too late.

                She felt the tip of a cock about to enter her, when she heard doors and windows break open.  She also heard sever guns prepare to fire, and all the men stopped.  Her back up had arrived.  She felt the men pull away from her, all arms in the air.  She quickly put her arms on the ground, to keep from falling over, and then pulled on her bottoms again.

                As the others were putting cuffs on the slaver and his gang, she looked around for her top.  When she finally found it, she picked it up.  She was about to put it on when her superior stopped her.  “Good job, Agent Kekko.  Everything worked like we planned.”

                She looked at her superior and noticed that he was looking at her breasts.  “Do you mind.  I need to get my top back on.  It’s cold in here.”  She turned around, and started to put her top back on.  She stopped when she brushed a hand against her nipples, and felt something wet there.

                She glanced down at her breasts, and saw something white on her nipple.  She ran her finger over it, and cautiously brought the finger to her lips.  When it hit her lips, she realized what it was, but she couldn’t believe it.  It was milk, it had to be.  She then remembered the erotic dream she had, and shook her head.  It couldn’t have been real, but her body must have thought it was.  That dream of her being milked couldn’t have been real, but erotic enough to make her body think that.

                She shook her head, dismissing the thought.  It couldn’t be milk.  She had never been pregnant.  Besides, no one ever sucked so hard to get milk out of her breasts.  To be honest, guys never wanted to spend too long on her breasts.  She finished putting her top on, and then walked over to her boss.  “Sir, I don’t remember calling you in.  How did you know I was here?”

                She watched as he smiled.  “Of course you did.  It’s easy to forget when you rush in.  Now, we can handle it from here.  Why don’t you go relax?”  She nodded and left.  As she left, her mind went back to her daydream.  She smiled as the thoughts of that erotic dream played out.  Maybe when she got home, she would indulge in an attempt to live out the fantasy for real.