A cool breeze was the only thing that cut through the perfectly warm day. I noticed that as it caressed off Star Warrior’s body, it aroused her. Embarrassed by the involuntary display of arousal, she attempted to place her shackled hands over her breasts.

Noticing but not caring, the leader of our escort grabbed her left arm as his accomplice grabbed her right. They yanked her in the direction of the entrance to the facility. Still weakened by the lacitite, Star Warrior stumbled to keep up. It was all she could do to keep walking at the pace her captors set.

Realizing the former superheroine was barely able to walk, the two guards used one arm to hold Star Warriors well-defined biceps while using the other to support her forearms. Further complicating matters was the fact that without her invulnerability Star Warrior’s feet were too delicate and tender to walk along the rough path. This fact combined with her loss of strength made her look quite pitiful as we entered the front door of the facility.

Once inside, we were led down a set of stairs to what looked like a small hospital emergency room. Inside the room were a lone examination table and a chair. Also inside were four people.

The first two were easy to identify. Dressed in a black leather suit, black shirt and thin black leather tie was the infamous Warlord. Judging from her black spandex uniform, knee-high leather boots and floor length black leather cape, I assumed the woman standing to his right was the Dark Mistress. The third man I didn’t recognize, but the forth I sure did. It was Taz Jamison, slime-ball photographer for the Metropolis Times. Originally a permanent member of the Times staff, he was let go because his methods and pictures were often less than reputable. Now, he paid the bills by free-lancing for anyone that would pay for his photos. I have to admit he was talented which is why the Times continued to pay him for a preponderance of his photos. Those that didn’t make the Times cut for ethical reasons often found themselves in the World Inquirer.

Star Warrior was brought into the room first. I shortly followed and as I did, my eyes immediately locked with Taz’s. I guess he could see the questioning look on my face as we studied each other. Neither of us had a chance to say anything before the Warlord broke in.

“Ahhh, finally, we have the mighty Star Warrior. Or should I say the formerly mighty Star Warrior.”

Star Warrior struggled to lift her head, barely able to do so, she responded, “Wwwwwhat, what do you want with me?”

“You mean my cohorts didn’t tell you? Well, shame on them. I’d be HAPPY to explain. I want everything. I want your powers, I want your secret identity and I want every detail of your life.”

Walking over to her he placed his hand under her chin and lifted her head. As their eye’s locked, he continued, “You see my dear Star Warrior, I’ve gone to great lengths to bring you hear in this condition. You can’t imagine the personal expense I incurred learning your secret vulnerabilities and exposing them. I’ve invested so much that the only logical conclusion is your complete and utter destruction. To that end, please allow me to introduce a few people that are going to help me. You’ve obviously already figured out who I am.” Motioning to the only person I couldn’t identify, “This is Dr. Hansen Delaney. He is a foremost researcher in the field of human enhancement. In fact, you’ve already been introduced to his work. The very substance flowing through your veins, giving you your spectacular power was a creation of his. Unfortunately, the team of researchers he worked with became quite jealous of his gifts and subsequently fired him just as the serum was being perfected.”

With all the defiance she had left, Star Warrior responded, “That’s a lie. He was thrown off the team because he was greedy and unethical. He had no concern for anyone but himself. It wasn’t about helping humanity for him, it was about making money.”

“You know, those are strong words considering you’d still be an ordinary woman without his genius. Not to worry, you’ll soon be quite ordinary again and I promise to give you plenty of time to ponder exactly who is right and who is wrong.

“Now,” Warlord continued “Enough interrupting, I’m not finished with the introductions.” Snickering he finished, “Please hold all questions to the end.”

“The gentleman standing over there is Mr. Taz Jamison. As a local photographer, he’s here to capture your final defeat on film. I’ve promised him exclusive photos of not only your unmasking, but before and after pictures of your superheroine physique as we strip it from you!”

Gesturing to the Dark Mistress, the Warlord introduced his concubine, “Last, but certainly not least, this vision of beauty is my mistress. With any luck, we will strip the serum that gives you your super powers in a pure enough form to transform it to her. Once we’ve helped you back to average status, it is our hope that we’ll still be able to sell you on the white slave market. I fear, however, that the transformation process will ruin your magnificent breasts and muscles. In which case you will spend the rest of your life admiring your former special powers in the Dark Mistress as her personal slave. Granted, you’ll no longer be attractive physically, but we’ll make do.” With that, the entire room burst into a pretty sick laughter.

“But enough talk. First things first. It is now time for something I’ve dreamt of for quite some time. Star Warrior, as your new master, I command you to kneel before me!”

The once proud Star Warrior refused to budge.

“Resistance will only make your demise that much more painful. I command you, submit to me, KNEEL before me!”

Again, Star Warrior refused. In an attempt to please their boss, the two guards holding her began to force her to the ground, but Warlord quickly rebuked them. “Stop! Don’t force her. She will submit of her own will!”

For a few moments dead silence controlled the examination room until the Warlord commanded, “Okay, let me put it to you this way. Submit to me as my servant now or I kill the geek!”

For a second I almost thought Star Warrior was stalling for time to regain her powers. I honestly believed she had found some strength reserve and was merely formulating a plan to redeem herself and save us. My hopes were quickly dashed.

“All right. You win. I will submit to you. Promise me you won’t hurt him (motioning to me).”

“Kneel and swear your servitude to me and the geek will go free once he has served witness to your final humiliation.”

As Taz’s camera flashed almost continuously, Star Warrior summoned all the strength she had left and pulled her arms away from the guards holding her. Slowly and with the little power she could muster, she stumbled to within feet of the Warlord. Just before reaching him, she stopped, dropped first to her right knee and then to her left. On her knees with her head bowed and her shackled wrists at her side, she uttered the words that will echo in my ears for years to come as she said “Master.”

“Yes! Finally! Finally, the mighty Star Warrior is my slave!”

“Now, prepare my slave for interrogation!”

The two guards formerly holding Star Warrior moved quickly to grab her. Once firmly in their grasp, she was led to the examination table. First, they pulled her arms over her head and fastened her shackles to the head of the table. Next, they grabbed her ankles and spreading her legs, removed the shackles and replaced them with individual leather straps that secured her legs to the foot of the table.

Warlord positioned himself so he could look at Star Warrior’s face as Dr. Delaney rolled a machine I’d never seen before into place. Wanting Star Warrior to know every detail of her demise, he explained, “Crudely stated, this machine is a milking machine. Once in place, it will strip the serum that gives you your super powers from the once place it can be taken from without regenerating…your breasts. The problem is that I must admit there are a few things about you that we just don’t know. Certain blanks we must fill in about you, your physique prior to becoming Star Warrior, etc. Without these details, giving the serum to my precious Dark Mistress could be very risky. That is a risk that I’m just not willing to take which is why you will first endure an interrogation.”

Spotting the fear in the masked maiden’s eyes, he continued, “Not to worry. It will actually be quite pleasurable for you. In fact, given the hideous figure you’ll most likely be left with, no man will want to come near your body so I’m betting this will be the last time you will enjoy sexual pleasure of this nature.”

“Dr. Delaney, the floor is yours!”

“Hey, wait a minute!” Taz Jamison piped in. “I want pictures of her unmasked before you ruin her body! They’ll be worth a lot more to me. Once her breasts are disfigured, I’ll have a hard time convincing people she actually is, or was, Star Warrior.”

“Not to worry!” Warlord replied. “Dr. Delaney is very interested in our friend’s secret identity. As soon as he’s ready to explore the most intimate details of her personal life, we’ll allow you your pictures without the precious mask.” With that Warlord reached towards Star Warrior’s mask. Instinctively, she tried to pull away. This display of weakness intrigued the Warlord.

“It appears, our little friend does not want to be unmasked. This will make her exposure much more interesting. In fact, I propose a little game to heighten the excitement and entertainment value. Each time she resists answering the good doctor’s questions, we’ll raise her mask an inch. Each time it appears she’s lying or being deceitful, we’ll raise it an inch and each time she fails to control an expression of sexual ecstasy, we’ll raise it two inches until the mask is completely removed.”

“Great idea!” was all Taz could muster as he moved around the enslaved princess of power snapping pictures of her exposed breasts and helpless condition.

Dr. Delaney moved towards the helpless heroine and gazing at her perfect body, he paused briefing to admire what he was about to destroy. “Man, I LOVE my work.” He mumbled out loud.

“Okay, first things first. In order to be absolutely sure there will be no danger to the Dark Mistress, we must establish exactly what type of physical specimen our captive was before she was endowed with her super powers. To that end, we’ll have to find out who she is. Since you all have decided to make a little game out of her unmasking, that’s apparently out of the question.”

“Dark Mistresses’ well being is paramount.” Uttered Warlord. “If you must unmask Star Warrior to ensure the safety of my love, then the hell with our little unmasking game.”

Not wanting to disappoint his boss and master, the doctor responded, “ It’s not really a big deal given that we probably wouldn’t recognize her anyway. The easiest thing to do would be to simply ask her. I’m guessing she will not be helpful so it’s best we start with a little relaxation.”

Dr. Delaney then reached over to the examination tray that had been wheeled next to the milking machine. Opening a container filled with a white creamy substance, he reached in and pulled out a heap of what could only be described as “goop.” Slowly he began to massage the mysterious substance onto Star Warrior’s exposed breasts. Almost immediately, she began to involuntarily respond.

“oooohhh….uggggggh…..nnnooooo….uggggh”

Arching her back slowly in rhythm with the Doctor’s hand motion, it was obvious that the physical contact combined with the effects the mystery goo was causing the once mighty heroine to again lose control of herself.

“Hey, she’s getting’ turned on again.” Shouted one of our original guards. “Doesn’t that mean we get to start the unmasking?”

“Right you are my dimwitted accomplice!” replied Warlord. Slowly the maniacal master moved towards Star Warrior. Reaching down to her chin, he began to roll up her mask. Struggling against her bonds, there was nothing she could do to stop her captor from revealing her chin. The first step in the loss of her identity had begun.”

Doctor Delaney continued. “Now Star Warrior, what is your name?”

“Star Warrior.” The heroine replied in a sultry and sexy voice.

“No my dear, your REAL name.”

“I…I…can’t. Ppppplease, please don’t make me.”

“My dear, you have no choice. Your body is no longer your own. I own you now. I own you, your powers and your identity. Again, I ask you. What is your name?”

Fighting with the little will power she had left, Star Warrior finally conceded defeat. “My name. My name is Shannon.”

“There Shannon. That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

The masked avenger looked up at the doctor in disgust.

“Please now Shannon. What is the rest of your name?”

“Shannon…..Erin…..Alexander.”

Upon hearing her name, the Doctor froze.

“What, what is it Doctor?” Warlord inquired. “Do you know her?”

“Yes, yes, I’m afraid I do.”

“You can’t be serious.” Warlord added.

“I most certainly am. It appears that Star Warrior is a former pupil of mine. I can’t remember for sure, but I do know that she was definitely a student at UCLA. A rather famous one in fact.”

“Famous? How so, I’ve never heard of her.” Responded one of the guards.

“Famous in a certain group. You see, our superheroine here was a nationally ranked gymnast while in college. Yes, yes I’m sure of it. This explains everything.”

“It explains what?” Warlord asked.

“It explains why she was chosen. You see, Ms. Alexander was an exceptionally accomplished athlete for the first three years she was in College.”

“Why only three years?” The increasingly curious Warlord asked.

“To be honest, I’m not quite sure.” The Doctor admitted. “I suggest we ask our patient, but first, I need to verify this really is who we think it is. To do that, I’ll need two things.” Motioning to the leader of the trio that originally enslaved Star Warrior, the Doctor commanded, “Remove a glove and get a hand print.”

Complying, the guard removed the glove from Star Warriors right hand. With her hand elevated above her head, the guard next brushed ink on her palm and on her finger tips. Star Warrior resisted bravely, but in her weakened condition she was no match for the guard as he pressed her inked hand against a piece of regular bond paper. Once completed, he wiped the ink from Star Warrior’s hand. He started to replace the glove when Warlord intervened, “Leave it. She’ll be stripped completely very soon anyway.”

With the hand printing process successfully completed, Doctor Delaney ordered the guard to use the lab facilities computer to hack into UCLA’s campus police database. Unfortunately for Star Warrior, a string of abductions of campus coeds had inspired the University’s administration to request all students be fingerprinted for identification reasons. The doctor had gambled that as somewhat of a celebrity, Shannon Alexander would comply, thereby leaving a solid means of identification at their fingertips.

Not waiting for a positive return, the doctor continued. “Ms. Alexander, do you know why you were chosen for the experiment that gave you your powers?”

Again the once mighty heroine resisted and again Warlord lifted her mask ever so slightly exposing the heroine’s beautiful, full lips for the first time.

“Resist all you want. It’s quite futile actually. Come to think of it, you weren’t all that forthcoming with your name. I think that means we get to expose a little more. What do you think?” Warlord asked the audience gathered for the spectacle. “By show of applause, who thinks I should raise the mask even more?” Judging from the noise, you’d think we were at a UCLA/USC football game.

“Well, you heard them. Up the mask goes.” With that, Warlord lifted the mask to expose the bottom of Star Warriors nose.

Purposely not using her superheroine moniker, the Doctor started again, “Now, Shannon, do you know why you were chosen for the experiment that gave you your super powers?” While asking , he continue to massage the heroine’s breasts with a substance that, judging from Star Warrior’s responses, was laced with lacitite.

“Yyyyyes.” She replied in a soft, defeated voice. Groggily she continued, “I was paralyzed by an accident that occurred during a practice. Not only was I ruined as a gymnast, but I also couldn’t walk. Taking pity on me, Dr. Smythe found me and asked me to participate in the experiment.”

“So the serum not only gave you super powers, but it repaired the damage to your spine as well?” Dr. Delaney asked.

“Yes.”

“Fascinating” Was all Dr. Delaney could spit out.

Suddenly, the Doc’s mood changed.

“What’s the matter?” Asked Warlord. “What is it? Is there a problem?”

“Well, potentially, yes. You see, while we were developing the serum we came across a realization. Because of the violent reaction that initially takes place when the serum is injected, we realized early on that the serum could cause serious injury, or even death, if the recipient did not have the proper physical stamina and make-up. When Star Warrior first appeared on the scene, I thought maybe they had solved this little problem, but it appears not.”

“I’m not following you. What’s your concern Doctor?” Warlord queried.

“My concern is that Dark Mistress may not have the physical strength and chemistry to handle the super serum once it is extracted from Star Warrior’s breasts. We’ll have to run tests.”

“Tests, what damn tests.” Dark Mistress chimed in. “I’m everything thing this little slut is and more. If she can handle it, I can handle it!”

“It’s not the easy” The doctor replied. “For starters” catching himself he hesitated, thought for a moment and then continued, “For starters, you aren’t as young as our gymnast friend.” Sensing his master’s mistresses’ anger growing he continued, “and we don’t know what Star Warrior’s physical composition ahs done to the original serum. It may have been modified. There is a good chance that the serum we extract from her will not be completely pure. It HAS been in her body for at least a year.”

“Fine, whatever. Do whatever damn tests and fix the serum. One way or the other, I’m getting it!” Dark Mistress demanded. “I will have her powers! I WILL have her body!”

“Yes, yes of course.” Dr. Delaney stammered.

Realizing he had dodged a bullet for a moment, the doctor returned to his task of questioning the helpless heroine. Almost mesmerized by the sexual display Star Warrior was involuntarily putting on, the doctor kept kneading the superheroine’s breasts. For what seemed like an eternity he continued until he realized that the other observers in the room were watching him now instead of the heroine.

“Hey doc, enough already, it looks like you’re gettin’ your rocks off on the little bitch.” Taz Jamison blurted.

Embarrassed, the Doc returned to his task of questioning her. Before he could, the room realized Star Warrior’s sexual arousal was reaching fever pitch.

“uuggggghhhh…ooohhh…ugggggh” she exclaimed as the once powerful muscles in her arms, legs and back fought against her bonds.

Faster and faster the doctor’s hands massaged Star Warrior’s perfect mounds. Responding with each increase in pace, the heroine likewise increased the rate of her struggle.

Without saying a word, Warlord reached over and rolled Star Warrior’s mask to the bridge of her nose.

“Almost there” Taz murmured as he shot pictures of the helpless heroine’s partially exposed face.

Regaining his composure Dr. Delaney stated, “Shannon, I have one more question. It’s obvious you were caught off guard by the effects of lacitite, did Dr. Smythe ever reveal any other weaknesses to you?”

“Yyyes. I was told that should I become pregnant, I would lose my powers while lactating but that my powers would return once I was finished nursing.”

“I though so.” The doctor responded. Turning to Warlord he explained, “You see, once the serum is in its host, it regenerates itself.”

“So?” Warlord asked.

“So, we must ensure we get every ounce of the serum out of Star Warrior. If we leave one trace, it will eventually regenerate and return her super powers. That’s the bad news.”

“So what’s the good news?” A guard asked what we were all thinking.

“The good news is that once Dark Mistress has received the serum, she can be impregnated. Each off-spring will receive her super powers through the nursing process.”

“You mean we could create more like her?”

“Precisely!” Dr. Delaney proclaimed.

Focusing out into space, Warlord though out loud, “Just think, with a team of super villains loyal to us, we’ll be able to destroy every superhero and heroine that has plagued us for all these years!”

Dark Mistress walked over to Warlord and grabbed his arm, “Yes! Together, we will destroy theses super freaks once and for all!”

“Now doctor” Warlord demanded “It’s time! It’s time to destroy Star Warriors powers and make my beautiful Dark Mistress the most powerful woman on Earth!”

“Hey, what about my pictures?” Taz interjected. “You promised we’d unmask Star Warrior so I could photograph her before her body is ruined.”

“Very Well.” Warlord replied. “I think it’s time we ALL saw Ms. Shannon Alexander’s unmasked face.”

Walking over to the side of her examination table, Warlord reached down for Star Warrior’s mask.

Struggling as violently as her weakened state would allow, Star Warrior attempted to resist. Itwas a futile effort.

“Ladies and gentlemen” Warlord proclaimed as if about to introduce the President of the United States, “I present, Shannon Alexander!”

With that, Warlord reached down and ripped of Star Warrior’s mask exposing her face to all of us for the first time. Overwhelmed with excitement, Taz Jamison began wildly taking pictures.

Futilely, Star Warrior tried to turn her head first to one side and then the other. Realizing his photographer wasn’t getting a clear shot, Warlord reached down and grabbed her head by the hair and chin. Holding her face in one place, he ordered, “Smile Shannon! Smile the smile you want the world to see!”

With the heroine’s head in place, Taz continued to fanatically snap photographs.

“Enough!” Dark Mistress cut in. “We’ve had enough of this. It’s time to steal her powers!”

Acting instinctively, Dr. Delaney wheeled the milking machine over and attached the suction cups to Star Warrior’s breasts. As he worked he explained to the heroine, “You may be wondering how it is we’ll milk you since you are not lactating.” “Actually, it’s quite simple. By injecting this estrogen directly into your super powered breasts, we’ll convince your body that you need to breast-feed. Of course the estrogen is laced with steroids to expedite the process. Once your breasts begin to give up your super-powered milk, we’ll have a hold and therefore be able to suck the rest of it out of you. The good news is that the whole process will only take about 10 minutes. Just think, in ten minutes, you’ll no longer have any special powers! You’ll be able to return to the life of an ordinary woman. An ordinary woman with saggy tits that is!”

With the suction cups firmly in place Dr. Delaney injected the estrogen into Star Warrior’s breasts. Waiting for a brief moment, he then turned the milking machine on.

Star Warrior’s back arched dramatically and she shrieked violently as the pain of being milked grabbed hold of her, “AGGGGGGHHHHH! NOOOOO! PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP!!! PLEASE! STOP THE PAIN!”

Enjoying the torment her former adversary was now facing, Dark Mistress walked over to Star Warrior and began to stroke her body from her shoulder, down her armpit to the side of her luscious breast. “Oh Star Warrior, how terrible for you. When this day started, you were the most popular and powerful woman in the world. Now, look at you. Unmasked, topless, and about to be helpless!”

Tears began to stream down the heroine’s face. I can only imagine the pain she must have been feeling.

“No. Please.” The Heroine begged. “Please don’t do this. My body, my powers. Please don’t do this!”

Unfortunately for Star Warrior, her powers and her physique, her appeals fell on deaf ears.

The torture continued for what seemed like an eternity. Writhing in pain, Star Warrior struggled as the bottles containing her precious fluids began to fill. At the same time, her once impressive breasts began to sag. With each passing moment, they became more and more deflated. Her breasts were quickly being reduced from the spectacular display of womanhood they once were to breasts you would see on a woman twice or three times her age.

Finally the process was over. The doctor reached over and shut the milking machine off and Star Warrior almost immediately went limp. A combination of exhaustion from the torture she’d just endured and the loss of her superpowers had completely overwhelmed her as she passed out.

With the procedure complete, Dr, Delaney reached over and removed the suction cups from Star Warriors deflated breasts. As he removed the cups, we all caught a glimpse of the heroine’s once fantastic figure. Upon seeing them, I was the only one who didn’t break out in laughter.

“Look at those things” one guarded interjected. “Yeah, my grandma has a better rack.” The second guard added.

I must admit, it was a pretty ugly site. Two sagging, limp and veiny sacks had replaced Star Warrior’s once magnificent chest.

Not allowing her a moment to rest, Warlord reached over and slapped the former superheroine’s face. “Wake up slave.” He commanded.

After multiple attempts, Star Warrior finally awoke. As her eyes began to focus, Warlord ordered her wrist chains released from the top of the examination table. Likewise, he ordered the leather straps around her ankles removed and replaced with the shackles she had been wearing when we first arrived. Without the super serum in her veins, she was no longer subject to the affects of lacitite. Subsequently, were it not for the physical torture she’d just endured, she would’ve had the strength to stand and walk just like any ordinary woman. Yes, she was no longer a superheroine. Her powers were gone. She was now, indeed, an ordinary woman.

Slowly, she began to regain her composure. Struggling to her feet, she stood. As she did, Warlord ordered a mirror to be brought to him. One in his hands, he showed it to Star Warrior. As she gazed upon her once super powered body, her eyes began to water. Softly, she admitted her defeat, “My body. Oh my god! What happened to my body?”

“You’ve ruined it.” Star Warrior finished as she began to cry.

The site of her now sickly breasts almost made the heroine collapse.

With all our attention diverted to Star Warrior’s humiliation, the Dark Mistress made her way to the bottles containing the former superheroine’s breast milk. Grabbing a bottle, she began to lift it to her lips. She had almost completed the task when Dr. Delaney noticed what she was doing.

“NO!” He exclaimed. “Don’t drink that! You’re not ready. It’s not purified. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I know exactly what I’m doing” responded Dark Mistress. With that, she lifted the glass bottle to her lips and started to drink.