A Sweet Cycle

Phase:1

By: Rocketwarrior

It was a late night in the large city of Los Angeles and Amanda Youthton, or better known as Miracle teen superheroine extrordinaire was walking to her car after work. Only to don her costume and wander the streets until the early morning in search of evil and wrong doers as there were so many every night. She often wondered how Batman put up with this sort of thing.The eighteen year old burnette bombshell stood at 5'5'',a soccer player for her highschool with an athletic sporty build. Her breasts were full and mature a very nice sized 'B' cup which fit quite nicely into her the costume that she wore everynight to fight crime.Maybe tonight she would get done on the town early and be able to catch a wink of sleep she hoped. She turned the key in the ignition of her Honda and flicked on the head lights and turned on the radio,turning the wheel to the left towards the exit. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, something was clearly amiss, she carefully peeked to the rear veiw mirror, perhaps just alittle too late. A shadow figure In the back seat lurched forward and quickly placed a rag over mouth and nose, a muffled scream arising in the girl's throat.

"Relax sweet heart don't struggle..." The voice was thick and dark, almost smooth. Amanda's eyes grew wide and she struggled in vain to escape, her attacker's arms had her pinned to her seat, her arms at her sides. The rag smelled sweet, and Amanda could feel her self beggining to get more and more dizzy with each breath she took.

"Mmmph..." was all she could manage as the last of her strength left her fingertips, her breath evening out to be almost steady.

"Thats it, it's alright I wont hurt you promise, you promise you'll be good?" The voice was almost soothing to her hazed mind now, so she nodded weakly. "Alright perfect, now I only used chloroform so you'll be out for a while but I do have a tranq to use on you if you so much as look at me funny 'kay?" Gloved hands released her as the youth half shook half nodded her head. How could this be happening? She wondered as her eyes closed in a drugged sleep.

Amanda woke up hours later, her head throbbing painfully. She tried to move, no luck. She was strapped down to a chair, almost like a dentist's chair, but with straps that ran over each of her forearms keeping them to the arms of the chair, a strap for her ankles and her stomach and just under her chest, effectively keeping her pinned and helpless.

"Hello?!" She called, suprisingly she was left ungagged. "Help! Someone please help me!! Is anyone there?!" It was at this time she chose to look around her, the room in which the chair was in was dark, smooth cement walls surrounded her, nothing hung on them, the room its self was bare save the chair she was tied to. She struggled furiously in her bonds, trying to remember her training in escapology. It was no use, she was too paniced to think straight. She was petrified. Tears welled in her eyes, who had kidnapped her? And why? Was it Addiction, Sinister Dragon? Any of her arch rivals? Her mind was coming up blank. A door behind her opened and shut softly. "H-Hello? Is someone there?" She tried to crane her head to look.

"Someone is here, just relax" That voice again, finger tips gently traced her cheeks and tucked her auburn hair behind her ears.

"Who are you? How can you tell me to just relax? Let me go damn you"

"I'm afraid I can't do that Miracle."

The young girl gasped "H-how did you?"

"Find out? Well wasn't too hard I suppose. I've been researching your patterns. New girl in town. New superheroine in town, conincidentally at the same time..Well you can figure it out."

"Who are you? Whats your name? Who hired you?" All of her questions were rushed, her captors prescense behind her making her unsettled.

"Hmm? Why so interested?" He moved infront of her. He was in a black suit with a white dress shirt, no tie or collar. He was fairly young with a soul patch and freshly shaven shadow. His dark hair was short and stylised. Green eyes showing under neat eyebrows. The eighteen year old girl would have found him attractive under different circumstances. He looked like he was going to a party rather than kidnap a superheroine. He stepped outside the door and brought in a chair and placed it infront of her and sat in it, the chair backwards. "If it makes you feel anybetter my names OZ, and I hate to have kidnapped you like this but you see... We bad guys got a name we gotta keep for ourselves you know?"

She glared, wishing she had laser beam eyes to bore through his perfect features. "Look you bastard let me go and I'll go easy on you 'kay?" She opted to borrow his relaxed tone.

Oz laughed. "Oh really?" He smiled. "Well if I let you go that means I'd have to hand you over to who hired me. And considering what he's got planned for you I dont want to put you through that"

"Well thank you for your consideration" Her voice was toxic with sarcasm.

Oz pulled a needle from his coat pocket and plucked the cap off. "Oh you're very welcome." He stated as he flicked the tube. Inside was a light offwhite cream fluid.

"Whats that?" Amanda asked, her eyes now wide. Was he going to kill her?

"Lactinis, you see Amanda, I'm going to keep you"

"Keep me?" She struggled vainly.

"Yes, as my slave,"

"Bastard, what makes you think I'll listen to you?"

"This" He held up a picture. A picture of her family, her father and her brother. "Now I can let you go...And order your dad and little brother to be killed or...You could just stay here with me and I can send them condolances that you died in some terrible car accident, now what would you like?" His tone was amatter of factly.

"How...Can you..." She whimpered her heart breaking. "F-fine..I'll stay here" Her head hung in defeat. This man was truely evil.

"So we've got a deal" He smiled and cupped her cheek rubbing it gently. As much as she wanted to resist she found herself leaning into his warm evil touch. "Good girl." He gave the needle another flick.

"Whats Lactinis Oz?"

"It's a steroid, it's going to allow you to lactate from those pretty tits of yours"

"You're going to milk me?"

"Sure am"

"Will it hurt?" Her tone was fearful and sad. How could this have happened?

"It shouldn't if you're good, see what will happen is that each day your breasts will fill up with milk and need to be released or they'll swell and hurt. So if you're good I'll drain them, if not well then..You get the picture."

She nodded. "You promise you wont hurt my family?"

"Yes I promise" He said as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue snaking out and probing down into her mouth, flicking teasingly at hers. Her tongue rolled to life after a few licks from his own and began carressing his. She was slowly becoming aroused. She had never been kissed this way. The need for air drove them apart. "Good girl, you like that?" his voice light and teasing in a way. The young girl's breasts where heaving with each breath she took. She was was obviously hot.

She nodded subtley.

"That'a girl, now you'll call me Master do you understand slave?"

"Yes Master"

"Good girl, tommorow will be your first milking, so try to get some sleep ok?" With that he gently grasped her breast in his palm and injected the serum into it.

She moaned. The fluid was warm and burned her as it churned in her young, full teat.

"Master?"

"Yes slave?"

"Am i going to sleep down here all the time?"

"No, just tonight, get some rest slave, you've had a long night."

Somehow she found her self agreeing with him, was it the serum? Her mind was hazy again and the heat in her breast settled to a nice warmth, almost relaxing in a way. Alone again in the room she was left to her thoughts, would being his slave be that horrible? He seemed caring and fair,she found her self breaking out in a cold sweat she was still a virgin, would it hurt? she had alsways dreamt that her first time would be with someone she loved, not forced like this would be. The light flickered off and she was left in the dark, and to cry herself asleep alone.

The next morning Oz came down and unstrapped her from the chair. "Morning slave. How did you sleep?"

"Morning master...I was alone all night I'm glad to see you" Amanda said, her breasts ached. She suspected they were full, it hurt when they moved, even just alittle. They had also swollen at least twice their original size. Even if she wanted to fight him off now that she was released she doubt she would put up any sort of struggle, she was so weak and tired, her joints stiff and the swelling of her breasts didn't help much.

His hand slid up her shirt and gently rubbed and massaged the mound of flesh on her chest, his fingers tweaking her nipple. Elicting a moan from the girl, a small spurt , dampening her shirt. "I see it's taken effect,"

She nodded "Yes it has master, will you milk them? They hurt" Her cheeks burned, had she just asked this villan to milk her?

"Not yet, first I want you to suck your Master's cock"

Her eyes grew wide

"Did slave hear me?" He asked as he slipped her shirt over her head, her full breasts had outgrown the bra she had worn and hung over the edges of them. White fluid leaking from her taught nipples.

Without a word she sank to her knees and unzipped his fly. His member already at attention, it's full 9 inches of length stunned her. She kissed the tip of it unquestionly, the bead of pre-cum pinching at her taste buds. Her tongue slowly emerged from her mouth, it's hot wetness running up the bottom of his member before her parted,pastel pink lips formed a tight seal around his cock. Oz moaned softly, the attention felt wonderful to him,he could tell she was still reluctant but that would soon fade with each passing day.

"Now you have to suck slave, you cannot just leave it in your mouth"

She nodded obidiently and began to suck the best she could on him, her warm tongue still rubbing up and down his length gently,almost affectionatly. It swirled around the tip of his head and under his shaft and along its sides, causing his knees to shake alittle. Amanda found the taste of his meat to be inviting, so she suckled harder, wanting him to blow his load so that she may sample that as well.

"You're such a good-" He didn't get to finish, with a moan he came, his cum spurting forth from his member and down Amanda's throat, which she swallowed greedily. "Girl" He smiled, finally finishing his sentence.

"May slave be milked now master?"She asked sweetly, her fingers wrapped gently around his member,sliding up and down it softly and slowly.

"Yes slave may be milked now" He pulled up his pants and refastened them and allowed her to stand as theywalked down expensive looking hallways, all nicely furnished and decorated, until they finally came to a stop outside a door which Oz opened for his new slave. Inside was a table, with straps, like the chair hand downstairs, and along side the table there sat a few forboding instruments. With out hesitation Amanda laid her self on the table, perfectly still waiting for her master to make good on his promise.

"Thank you master" She cooed softly. The taste of his spunk still fresh in her mouth. She wanted more. Badly.

"Slave is welcome, is slave ready?"

She nodded silently with a smile.

Oz leaned over her and began to massage and knead her breasts softly, pulling and mashing them firmly, causing her to moan in pain, her milk laden breasts very tender.

"Master..."

"Hush slave...Master will make them feel better, he is stimulating them." With that he placed a cup onto each of her breasts, each cup had a tube leading from it to a pump. The pump had another tube running from it which was open ended. He motioned for her to open her mouth. She unquestionly did. He then eased the open ended tube into her mouth. She seemed puzzled. Without a word he flicked on the pump, which began to hum softly, the tubes and cups vibrating to life. A firm vaccum pulling at her nipples causing her to moan quietly despite the tube inbetween her lips. After a few moments the pumps pulled harder at her breasts when finally milk spurted from her nipples and gushed into the tubes and towards the pump. "Thats a good girl...Is that better?" she nodded and watched quietly as the milk flowed into the pump when something warm filled her mouth. Milk. Her milk. He was making her drink her own milk. And to her suprise she found she loved the taste, it was warm and sweet, and soon she was sucking at the tube in her mouth like a straw. Greedily wanting more of the sweet nectar that she was producing. It aroused her to think that she was drinking her milk, which in turn aroused her glands which produced more milk for her to drink, it was a cycle. A sweet warm cycle that was slowly ebbing away what she had left of her will. Her taste for her milk was slowly overpowering her, she glanced at her master. Yet all she saw was a man, he did not seem as though he were her master any longer, all she felt and wanted was her milk, her milk that was being pumped from her and back into her, the vicious cycle now reigning command over her. Just as Oz had secretly planned. Now step one of his plan was set in motion.