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PLATINUM ANGEL: SILVER
LINING
By Dark One
Pink lips pursed, long pink nails tapping on the desktop,
billionaire
philanthropist Felicity
Silverbush contemplated the anonymous e-mail pulled
up on her computer
screen. She didn’t like “anonymous” but
the information
it conveyed was
compelling -- if it was true.
“It would be just like those money-grubbing malefactors to
do something
like that,” Felicity
muttered darkly.
As one of the world’s leading animal rights activists, she
received
numerous e-mails every
day promising to reveal some sinister plan or current
program by major
companies exploiting helpless animals.
But the
Axium-Meiers conglomerate
was a notorious past sinner.
“But they are under new management,” she said, pausing to
peruse the e-mail
again. Her vast fortune had been instrumental in
that, too. Just the
threat of a hostile
takeover bid had been enough to send Axium-Meiers
scrambling for a mutually
satisfactory resolution. “I helped to
elect most
of their new directors
after I orchestrated that last shake up.
They
wouldn’t dare betray me
by conducting experiments on chimps.”
Her baby blue eyes narrowed at the screen. If they had reneged on their
promises, then she would
expose their duplicity and slap them down once
again. She had already kicked their feet out from
beneath them half a dozen
times, and until she
received that damning e-mail, Felicity thought they’d
had enough and would stay
on the straight and narrow.
“Men!” she huffed, eyes blazing blue fire. The socially conscious
chairwoman she’d helped
to be elected head of the multi-national drug
company had resigned
suddenly three months back, citing family health
concerns. One of the few men left on the Board of the
“old regime” took
over as Chairman. “I should’ve realized I couldn’t trust him
or his
cronies.”
Men took the easy way, the disreputable way, to making easy
money.
Felicity wasn’t into easy
money. She’d inherited five hundred
million from
her parents at thirteen,
who died mysteriously while protesting at an
Axium-Meiers facility in
Europe. Felicity parleyed that sizable
fortune
into a truly amazing ten
billion dollar fortune in just fifteen years.
And
she didn’t take any
shortcuts, or victimize women, children or animals in
doing so.
“Men make me so mad,” she said, her beautiful face screwed
up in a frown.
Felicity flipped waist-length silver-blonde hair back over
her shoulders
and clicked off her
ISP. Normally, she would alert her
companions in the
organization she created,
“Save Our Animal Friends.” But it could
take
days, even weeks to
organize a proper protest, and for her to get the right
people pushing in the
right ways behind the scene to expose those evil-doers
and save those poor
animals. And she took the very real
risk of giving
Axium-Meiers time to
“dispose” of their non-human victims.
“I think this is a job best handled by Platinum Angel,”
Felicity said, baby
blues flashing and full
lips curving into a smile.
Ms Silverbush stood and stretched. Then she glanced at the dark window.
“I think it’s late enough,” she said, and turned on a tall
stiletto heel.
Striding purposely, the filthy rich feminist and
philanthropist headed for
her secret room. Her heels echoed through the dark, empty
halls of the
opulent, sprawling
Spanish colonial mansion her parents built to celebrate
their twentieth
anniversary when Felicity was just ten.
Since it was past
midnight, the staff was
all off and presumably sleeping.
The elevator in the three-story mansion was waiting. It was one of five
such elevators, except
this was Felicity’s personal elevator.
No one was
allowed to use it except
her. The elevator opened up on all
three floors,
and the underground
garage as well. Indeed, it opened up
next to her car in
the garage and across
from her bedroom suite on the third floor.
Very
convenient.
Stepping inside, she pushed the button for the door to
close. Then she
pushed the third floor
button and the garage button at exactly the same
time. Felicity felt the elevator began its rapid
descent, knowing the
lights above all of the
elevator doors would indicate it was rising up to
the third floor. No one knew of her secret chambers far below
the mansion.
One hundred feet below the underground garage, deep within
the
mountainside, Felicity
stepped out of the elevator. The doors
closed behind
her and she heard it
rising quickly. It would wait on the
third floor,
making the curious
believe she was in bed.
The Lair of the Platinum Angel was a sprawling eight
thousand square feet.
The facility housed
crime-fighting computers, extensive monitoring systems
for radio, TV and even
the city and state’s incredible camera system.
Also,
there was a kitchen,
bedroom, full bath and living area, and a vast closet
and dressing area. Felicity kept all of the various versions of
her Super
Heroine costume on
display on mannequins as she evolved from a thirteen year
old rogue Super Heroine,
into a young eighteen year old member of the
Sisterhood of Alpha Meta
Super Heroines, and finally to her current costume
as a member of Fierce
Angels. Also, certain costumes (often
torn or
otherwise damaged) that
she was wearing during especially memorable events
were on display.
She even had the black leather costume on display that she
wore during most
of her twentieth year,
while the sex slave fuck toy and milk dispenser of
the lactose vampire Lady
Lactose. That was a troubling
year. Even after
seven years, Felicity
still daydreamed of bondage and discipline, longed to
feel a riding crop
snapped across her bare bottom, longed to hear the crack
as it hit her satiny
skin. Due to her dark sexual desires
now, she totally
avoided any sexual
contact with men or women. She didn’t
trust herself.
As she walked, Felicity began unfastening and loosening her
“civilian”
clothes. When she reached the dressing area, she
neatly hung up the prime
white silk blouse and
woolen black skirt. Then she removed
the lacy white
bra holding her globular,
white 44DDs, enjoying their momentary release and
freedom. Bras were necessary “evils” in her
mind. Then she kicked off the
black pumps and peeled
off the black pantyhose. Finally, she
pulled the
white cotton thong she
wore down her mile long, shapely legs.
That done, she paused only a second to admire her figure in
the surrounding
full-length mirrors.
“That new workout regimen is paying off,” she said, smiling
as her
perfectly manicured hands
slid down her rock hard abs. “I’ll have
to
remember to give my
personal trainer an extra generous bonus for Christmas.”
She ran her fingertips over the ultra-soft skin bordering
her bikini waxed,
silver blonde pubic
patch, with the bubblegum pink lips of her highly
sensitive vulva below it,
not feeling any stubble yet. She had to
be
careful since her skimpy
costume barely contained what little pubic hair she
had left. The Fierce Angels followed the Sisterhood’s
credo, the skimpier
the better when it came
to costumes. The Super Heroines with
the skimpiest
costumes tended to be
more respected, more beloved by the general public if
not by the criminals.
Felicity avoided touching herself too intimately. It was far too easy to
rouse her libido since
her time with Lady Lactose. Then she
reached up and
cupped her mammoth tits,
and gave them a little squeeze. A bit
of milk shot
out of each perfect pink
nipple, making her frown at her predicament.
“Damn lactose vampires,” she grumbled, for the ten
thousandth time. “Damn
Lady Lactose to Hell.”
Felicity was not born with naturally huge boobs. But when she was twenty,
after seven years as a
Super Heroine, and two years as a member of the
Sisterhood, Platinum
Angel was captured for the first time.
Captured by the
notorious lactose
vampire, Lady Lactose. Her captor
immediately used her
Satan given Power to
force poor Platinum Angel to start lactating.
And boy
how she lactated. For eight months, the lactose vampire fed
off her
bountiful and ever
growing breasts. In that time, she went
from a perky 36C
to an awesome 42DD. And even though she’d escaped just over
seven years
ago, her tits still
produced enormous amounts of milk.
Indeed, she was
forced to milk herself at
least twice a day so she didn’t stretch her tits
out even more. Since her escape her titanic tits had grown
from 42DDs to
44DDs.
“I need a good milking right now,” she lamented. But she didn’t have time.
The Axium-Meiers research facility just
north of the city was vast. She
couldn’t waste time
milking herself. “I’ll do it once I get
home.”
She squashed both tits together. Hard. Milk shot out in
thick streams for
a long moment, until she
felt a little slack in her tits. Every
time she
failed to milk herself it
meant her tits stretched out a tiny bit more.
Felicity was usually
diligent in her milking schedule, to try and keep from
having freak show tits
before she was thirty.
“Feels better,” she said, caressing her mighty tits
lovingly. “Mmmmm.”
After a moment of that pleasant feeling exercise, she
silently berated
herself for
dallying. Then she reached for her
shiny silver bikini bottoms.
They were mirror finished shiny, French cut
and so skimpy they were almost
considered thongs. After tugging them firmly into place around
her well
rounded hips, she donned
the equally silvery and skimpy bikini top, which
fastened with a platinum
clasp between her tits. After briefly
looking
herself over in the
mirror, Felicity pulled on and zipped up her silvery
thigh boots, then pulled
on her silver opera gloves. Then, after
putting on
two platinum bangles on
each wrist, and a pair of platinum hoop earrings,
she put a platinum choker
chain around her slender throat, which Lady
Lactose had forced her to
wear during her captivity. She wore it
to remind
herself to be cautious.
“Looking positively heroic,” she said, looking herself over
again.
Finally, she donned the
last and most important part of her Fierce Angel
costume. The mask and headdress. The headdress fit snugly around her head,
the bands hidden by her
voluminous silver blonde hair, so that all anyone
else saw was the shiny
platinum band across her forehead and the flaring
white wings to either
side of her head. Her “angel” wings, it
was said.
Then she donned the white
mask, covering the upper half of her face, and she
was finished. “A sight to strike fear in malefactors
everywhere, no doubt.”
Happy with her appearance, Felicity, now transformed into
Platinum Angel,
strode purposely over to
her home surveillance array of monitors.
In less
than five minutes she
determined with a vast array of sophisticated
equipment (passive and
infrared night vision, audio and radio, etc…) that no
one was watching her
home. Being a rich and famous
“celebutant” had its
drawbacks. Namely, paparazzi.
Platinum Angel walked over to a bright white circle on the
floor. Above
her was a dark
opening. A wide shaft that rose up
through the earth,
through her mansion and
terminated in a false chimney cluster atop her roof.
Using her Power, Platinum Angel lifted off
the floor and soared straight
up the shaft.
As an Alpha Meta woman, Felicity had a talent commonly
referred to in the
media as her Power. Her power was Telekinetic in nature. She was quite
powerful, too, with the
ability to mentally lift buses and hurl them great
distances. So it was no effort at all to lift herself,
and “fly” anywhere
she wanted to go.
Reaching the top of the shaft, she pressed a button and a
hidden trapdoor
opened up. She glided up through it and it closed
behind her. Platinum
Angel wasted no
time. She shot straight out and up at
extraordinary speed.
Even if someone was
watching, they would have a difficult time determining
what they just saw.
The Axium-Meiers research facility wasn’t that far from her
mansion, as the
crow flies. Within minutes Platinum Angel was hovering
high above, looking
the campus-like compound
over. The e-mail stated the location of
the
immoral experiments on
helpless animals, but she wanted to ensure she knew
where everyone was,
especially security.
Once satisfied, she quickly descended to the roof of the
implicated
building. She found the door into the building not
only locked, as
expected, but they had
reinforced it so even her super strength couldn’t rip
it open. That was suspicious, but she knew there were
evil Alpha Metas and
other criminals with FEM
belts, which gave the wearer Alpha Meta like
strength.
Now Platinum Angel understood why they considered it a High
Security
building. Scowling, she hurried over to the top of the
elevator shaft that
towered over the
roof. She got inside that easily
enough, and used her
Power to slowly descend
to the top of the elevator, which was waiting on the
third floor. She needed to go to the second floor, so she
slipped down into
the elevator and pushed
the button for TWO. Moments later,
Platinum Angel
stepped onto the second
floor.
“Pretty good security, but I’m better,” she said,
grinning. “As usual.”
Platinum Angel quickly found the suspected room, where the
e-mail claimed
Axium-Meiers was
conducting experiments on chimpanzees.
The door was
locked, but it was a
normal door otherwise. So the sexy
Super Heroine
easily ripped off the
doorknob and stepped inside.
“Oh my God! What
kinda of living Hell is this?” she cried.
It was worse than she was led to believe. There were easily twenty chimps
in the brightly lit room. About five lay listlessly in cages against
the
wall to her left. The rest were strapped into various torture
devices.
Deep down, Platinum Angel
knew they were not REALLY torture devices, but
devices used to keep the
animals completely immobilized. Most
were strapped
down in sitting
positions, but others were spread-eagle, bent over, or
otherwise placed in odd
and unnatural positions. The
immobilized chimps all
had monitoring equipment
hooked up to them, and some were even hooked up
with IVs to feed and/or
administer drugs.
The shapely Super Heroine reached down inside her left
thigh boot top and
extracted a very small
digital camera. She quickly took about
thirty
pictures, just so the
world could see what depraved monsters the scientists
and executives at
Axium-Meiers were, despite what they promised the world.
That done, she returned the expensive digital camera to its
secret pocket
inside her boot and began
unbuckling lackluster chimps. She
pulled out IVs
and ripped off the taped
on monitoring devices. After freeing
the chimps,
she gently lowered them
to the floor and went to the next chimp.
About
halfway through releasing
the abused animals, the first ones she freed
started getting antsy and
moving around nervously.
“I can’t just let them wander around aimlessly,” she
muttered, looking
around. It annoyed her that she never thought out
what she would do.
Initially, she thought she’d just check out the situation,
and take care of
it as her alter ego, Felicity. But she just couldn’t allow those noble
animals to suffer any
more. So she opened a window and the
freed chimps
slowly started slipping
through the window and wandering off into the woods.
The chimps in the cages were another
story. They were ready to go, and
streaked out the window
the second she opened their cages.
“You’re the last, little fellow,” Platinum Angel cooed to
the large chimp
in the last cage. Even the chimps in the “torture” devices had
left by that
time. This chimp was starting to rattle his cage,
excited and ready to
escape. “Ready to go?”
“I don’t think so, Sweetheart,” an angry male voice said
from the door.
Platinum Angel whirled around to find five security guards
glaring at her,
all holding nightsticks. That surprised her. She didn’t expect to
encounter more than one
or two. Then she saw the blinking red
light above
the door. Her baby blues cut to the open window.
“That’s right, Sweetheart, you set off the alarm when you
opened the
window,” the guard
wearing sergeant stripes said.
“I’m NOT your ‘Sweetheart,’” she said, moving into a
classic Super Heroine
stance: head held high,
chest sticking out, fists balled up on well rounded
hips. “I’m Platinum Angel.”
“I know,” he said.
He was tall and burly, with no neck and close cropped
dark hair. His name badge said ‘Martinez.’ “You’re trespassing, ANGEL, and
destroying private
property.”
“Those chimps you released aren’t cheap, so that’s probably
grand larceny,
too,” another short,
blonde guard interjected.
“Yeah,” Martinez said.
He looked her over with appreciation.
“The great
and mighty crime fighter
has become a stinking criminal.”
Platinum Angel glared at them a long second, her right foot
tapping on the
tile floor and her glossy
pink lips pursed. This didn’t look
good. There
would be some negative
fallout, but she’d get through it.
Especially after
she released the pictures
she took to the press.
“Then releasing one more chimp won’t matter much,” she
said, turning back
to open that last
cage. It would be too cruel to keep
this one chimp here
while all of his
companions escaped.
“Halt!” Martinez cried, pulling his pistol.
Platinum Angel slanted an annoyed look at him. Using her Power, she seized
his pistol and ripped it
from his grasp. A second later the
pistol flew out
the window. The five guards charged her at that time,
wielding their
nightsticks. She threw out her hand and sent a wave of
force straight into
them, smashing them all
straight back into the wall. The blow
didn’t take
them out, but it did
stagger them. She didn’t want to hurt
mere security
guards doing their job.
“Good one, Platinum Angel,” a familiar voice said from the
other door.
Spinning around, Platinum Angel spotted three men. The two forward men
wore dark suits and
ties. The small, middle-aged and
bespeckled man one
step back and between
them was Dr. Clarence Dedman.
“Dr. Death!” Platinum Angel cried. His eyes narrowed and his expression
darkened. Felicity branded him with that name some
thirteen years ago,
right after she shutdown
a similar laboratory he was running. “I
should’ve
known you’d be behind
such cruelty.”
He shrugged. “It’s
legal. But what you did is not
legal. I’m afraid
we’ll have to press
charges, Silver Angel.”
“Platinum, you moron,” she snarled. “I’m PLATINUM Angel.”
“Six one way, half a dozen the other,” Dr Dedman said,
shrugging. “Boys,
invite the little angel
to wait for the police to show up.”
Platinum Angel shook her head woefully as she crossed her
arms beneath her
titanic tits. Men never learned. She’d just given a “tiny” demonstration
of her Power, and yet
they came at her again. And they gave
every
indication they expected
to easily capture her. It was
insulting.
“You imbeciles really should look up Super Heroine in the
dictionary,” she
said.
One of the guards threw his nightstick straight at the back
of her silver
blonde head. As a Telekinetic Power on full alert with
her senses she felt
it spinning towards her,
so caught it in midair with her Power and sent it
spinning back at him.
“Ah!” he cried, falling as his nightstick went clattering
away across the
tile floor after
battering him in the head and shoulders.
That got the last remaining chimp to shrieking and shaking
his cage
frantically. She glanced at him, her heart breaking to
see such a wonderful
beast reduced so
terribly. The remaining men charged her
then.
The two goons with Dr. Dedman were closest, so she sent a
wave of force at
them. But they surprised her by dropping to the
floor and sliding towards
her. Before she realized it, they had bowled her
over.
“Ooofff,” she cried, landing atop them. Big, hard fists and knees pummeled
her face, torso and legs. Despite being super powered, with super
endurance
and healing, the beating
was painful and debilitating to a degree.
“Enough.”
Platinum Angel twisted and turned, and slipped free of the
two goons.
Sergeant Martinez was
waiting for her, and swung his nightstick at her head.
She ducked, but he still struck the back of
her head a glancing blow.
“Aiiee,” she cried, dropping to one knee. She spotted him out of the
corner of her eye
stepping towards her, nightstick raised high to strike the
finishing blow. The beautiful Fierce Angel knew she would go
down for the
count if he struck her,
too. She was a very strong woman, not
invulnerable.
So she seized him with her Power and shot
him straight up into the
ceiling. Hard.
A second later Martinez fell to the floor amid a rain of
broken ceiling
tiles. “Don’t mess with me, boys.”
When the two goons and four remaining guards moved towards
her, Platinum
Angel seized them with
her Power and smashed them all straight up into the
ceiling as well. Then she turned two blazing blue eyes on the
man she
called Dr. Death.
He looked at her with wide eyes behind his little round
glasses.
“Dr. Death, you pathetic little malefactor,” she growled,
stalking towards
him.
He turned and ran out the door. She started to give chase, but then the
last chimp started up
again, screaming and rattling his cage.
Platinum
Angel didn’t need to
catch Dr. Dedman to put him out of business.
She just
needed to release his
chimps and expose him for what he was.
“There you go, little darling,” Platinum Angel cooed as she
opened the
chimp’s cage.
Instead of just jumping out and racing for the window, the
chimp jumped
straight into Platinum
Angel’s arms. She started to smile, but
he smashed
her up side the
head. The sexy Super Heroine cried out
and fell back, not
realizing a chimp was so
strong. His blow left her mind
reeling. Then he
grabbed her by her long,
silver blonde hair and threw her into the wall, and
commenced to pummel her
in his hysteria for several long minutes.
As sudden as the attack started, it was over. The chimp finally turned and
raced out the
window. He left Platinum Angel a
battered mess, moaning and
groaning, sprawled
helplessly against the wall.
“No,” she whined when someone seized her right wrist, then the
left.
Both wrists were pulled behind the battered platinum
blonde, and locked
into handcuffs. One of the goons lifted her up to her wobbly
feet. The
other goon stepped up in
front of her, and punched her in the stomach.
Then
a right and left to the
face, followed by being lifted up high, and slammed
down into the hard, cold
floor.
Then the guards took over.
Each guard got several minutes of “punching
bag” time on her. No one pulled any punches. Halfway through the guards
her bikini top became
unfastened, and her 44DDs flounced out.
They, of
course, thought it great
fun to use her huge tits as punching bags as well,
laughing at how much milk
squirted out with each punch or squeeze.
“Ok, guards, we’ll take over,” Dr. Dedman said. As his goons took hold of
her upper arms, holding
her on her wobbly feet, he paused to admire all the
milk dripping off her
gigantic tits. He took a tentative
lick, surprised
how good her milk
tasted. “Well done. Very well done. Expect a little
something extra in your
next paycheck to show my appreciation.”
“Thank you, Dr. Dedman.,” Sergeant Martinez said, eyeing
Platinum Angel
with angry eyes. “You call us if she gives you any more
trouble.”
“I will, thanks,” he said.
As soon as they departed the goons forced Platinum Angel to
her knees. She
felt her face burning
with shame. To kneel before a man was
too degrading.
To kneel at the feet of
her enemy was way too humiliating. He
would pay
dearly for this
outrage. They all would.
“Call the police,” she said. “I welcome the international spotlight it
will place upon you and
your heinous experiments.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Titty Angel?” he said, and
reached down to
cup her 44DDs. “Wow, what a rack.” He pinched a nipple, and milk squirted
out. “Damn.
That shouldn’t happen, should it?”
He gave her tit a squeeze,
and a thick stream of
milk shot out. “Damn, I think I want a
glass of that
titty juice.”
She just glowered at him.
Her head was still spinning. She
couldn’t
concentrate, so had no
control over her Power. But the second
she
recovered, her Power
would return and she would mop the floor with those
sleazy malefactors.
“She’s starting to look a bit coherent, Doc,” one of the
goons said.
“So she is,” he said.
Platinum Angel knew panic then. He pulled a brown bottle out of his pocket
and a white cotton
cloth. Emptying the contents of the
bottle into the
cloth he stepped up
close.
“No! That’s not
allow…Mmmmm-hhhmmm,” she cried, until cut off by the cloth
being pressed over her
mouth and nose.
The beautiful Super Heroine held her breath for a long
moment, but soon the
darkness began to creep
in on the sides. Before she passed out,
Platinum
Angel sucked in a deep
breath drenched in chloroform.
“Hhhhmmmmmm,” she groaned miserably.
That one breath was enough to steal away her Power for
hours. The evil
research scientist held
the cloth in place for several minutes.
He didn’t
release her until her
baby blues rolled up and fluttered closed, and felt
her body finally relax
totally.
“And that’s how you take down an Alpha Meta,” Dr. Dedman
said, grinning
wickedly.
He watched with growing delight as his goons stripped off
her silver
bikini. They did a full body cavity search, just for
fun. But they did
find some interesting
items hidden away in her thigh boots, including a
digital camera. During the search of Platinum Angel, he
stood back and took
pictures.
“What’s happening?
Where am I?” Platinum Angel groaned sleepily.
“Super Heroine Hell,” one of the goons deadpanned.
That brought the shapely Super Heroine fully awake. She looked around,
realized the reason she
was so uncomfortable was because her wrists were
handcuffed behind her
back and two large, burly men were holding her in a
kneeling position. Dr. Death was standing in front of her
taking pictures
of her nude body.
“Nice camera, Titty Girl,” Dr. Dedman said, studying her
digital camera.
He took another picture
of her. “Sorry, my little Amazon Angel,
but I
accidentally deleted all
the incriminating pictures.” He
shrugged, then his
expression
brightened. “Don’t be sad. I’ve been busy replacing the lost
pictures with even better
ones. Say cheese.”
“You won’t get away with this, Dr. Death,” she said between
clenched teeth,
weakly struggling.
“Of course I will,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’ve never been caught
before.”
“What?”
“I mean, you aren’t my first Super Heroine capture. You’re the fifth,” he
said. “But, the first one to constantly secret
milk. I have got to have a
glass of that.”
Dr. Dedman fetched a glass and proceeded to milk the
outraged, struggling
Super Heroine. He quickly and easily filled an 8 oz
glass. He took a
tentative sip, smiled,
and promptly drained the glass.
“This stuff is great,” he exclaimed.
“What are you going to do with me?” Platinum Angel said,
disgusted by him
drinking her milk and
wanted to get their minds off her mother’s milk.
“Oh, the usual,” he said, smacking his lips. “You know, shoot you behind
the ear. Dump your semi-nude body in an alley in the
closest red light
district. Sit back and watch all the fun unfold on
TV. Like I said, the
usual fun.” Then he knelt before her and started to milk
another glass out
of her tits. “You boys have got to taste this stuff. It’s incredible.”
Platinum Angel’s blood ran cold. She never expected it to end like this.
In truth, she rarely even
thought of defeat. The concept was so
alien to
her psyche she never was
able to wrap her mind around it. But,
on the rare
occasion she discussed
the possibilities with other Super Heroines, everyone
always expected to either
die fighting, or be captured and sold into
prostitution. It was one of the reasons they all despised
prostitution, and
pimps and madams, to
intensely.
“Here, taste,” Dr. Dedman said, handing the glass to a
goon.
The two goons each drank half the glass and agreed with the
evil scientist.
It was the most delicious milk they’d ever
tasted. Bar none. Then it
started to happen.
“Oh, my,” Dr. Dedman said, standing up and poking at his
own groin. “I
have an erection. I haven’t had an erecting in twenty years.”
“No doubt. After
all, who would want to bed a pathetic loser like you?”
Platinum Angel said, blue
eyes blazing.
“It’s getting hot in here,” he said, ignoring her.
“Very hot,” one of the goons said, and the other nodded.
Platinum Angel watched them warily. Maybe they were all coming down with
something, and it would
give her a chance to escape. She could
only pray.
Then she noticed the look
Dr. Dedman was giving her.
“What do you want from me?” she asked.
“Everything,” he said in a husky voice.
The evil scientist fell to his knees before the sexy
platinum blonde
heroine and immediately
took her tits into his hands. He began
squeezing,
caressing, pinching and
sucking on her 44DDs. In less than a
second he was
totally lost in her
tits. He became an animal. Hungry.
Feral. HORNY.
Platinum Angel was pushed to her back; her legs
automatically spread. Dr.
Dedman quickly dropped
his pants and lay atop her, suckling on her milky
tits. After he gorged himself on satiny titty flesh
and hot mother’s milk,
he kissed and licked his
way down across her belly to her nether region.
“Oh, Sweet Salvation,” Platinum Angel cried as his fingers
brushed across
her vulva.
The geeky scientist used his thumbs to spread her bubblegum
pink nether
lips, and ran his hot
tongue up her fragrant slit. Platinum
Angel’s back
immediately arched. That was too much stimulation for her. She groaned,
desperately trying to
give them no pleasure or reason to continue sexually
abusing her.
“Mmmm, tastes good,” Dr. Dedman said.
Platinum Angel’s twat always tingled a bit after her time
under insatiable
Lady Lactose. But when they stripped her earlier she felt
her pussy even
more, especially when it
started self-lubricating. But with the
first
stroke of Dr. Death’s
tongue her cunt burned with erotic pleasure.
“Stop it,” she groaned.
The sexy Super Heroine writhed helplessly, still feeling
the effects of the
chloroform. The goons easily held her down while their
boss sated his lusts
on her shapely body. What she didn’t realize was her legs spread
even
wider, even though the
rest of her was trying weakly to escape.
To Dr. Dedman, Platinum Angel’s pussy was the sweetest he’d
ever tasted or
smelled. His cock was rock hard, begging to penetrate
the shapely sex
kitten before him, but
his mouth and tongue weren’t sated yet.
He wanted
Platinum Angel prepared
for his “entry” into her body.
“Delicious muffin, Amazon,” he muttered, muffled by his
effects between her
wide spread legs.
Platinum Angel was panting like an overheated dog. She could barely think.
That once annoying, constant tingle in her
pussy was now a raging fire,
and was spreading
throughout her gorgeous body. The
platinum-maned super
babe was quickly losing
herself in the heady lusts her body so longed for,
but was long forbidden.
“I can’t….help my…self,” she said hoarsely. And it ripped.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Ugh! Oh!
Shiiiittttttiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeewwwwwww!”
The orgasm rocked her world. Platinum Angel gasped and groaned, her belly
quivering deep within,
and her body trembling. And Dr. Dedman
continued to
lick and suck her slit,
nether lips and clit. In fact, he spent
another
fifteen minutes eating
her pussy, and ripped a total of five climaxes out of
her super sexy body.
The man she loathed more than any other slowly kissed and
nibbled his way
up her spectacular body,
until his face was just inches above her.
He
stared at her glossy
pink, slightly parted lips a long moment.
She was just
barely recovered enough
to realized what he was staring at, what he wanted.
She felt his hard cock
pressed up between her thighs, throbbing in need.
<God, anyone but Dr. Death,> she thought miserably.
He lowered his lips to hers. They pressed together.
She received his kiss
without response. She didn’t have the strength and willpower
to fight him,
but didn’t want to return
any passion, to get him any more pleasure than
what he “stole” from her
than night. But it felt so good, and
within a few
minutes she was giving
him what he wanted. A passionate, deep
French kiss.
“Hmmmm,” they both groaned.
When he broke the kiss, he lifted his butt and they both
looked down at his
dangling dick. Then he took hold of it and guided it to her
glistening
platinum, bikini waxed
cunt. The bubblegum pink lips easily
parted and she
felt Dr. Death’s cock
penetrating deeper and deeper. She
watched with
morbid fascination as his
full seven inches slowly slid deep into her
vagina. And more, she FELT his cock enter her, fill
her up to overflowing.
“Ooooohhhhhhhh,” she breathed.
“She liked that, too, doc,” a goon said.
“I can’t believe I’m actually having sex with Platinum
Angel,” Dr. Dedman
said enthusiastically. “I thought I was impotent. But this is incredible.”
“This is vile and wrong,” Platinum Angel croaked out. “I beg you to stop
this insanity before it
is too late.”
“It’s already too late for you, Silver Twat,” Dr. Dedman
whispered in her
ear.
<Platinum, you nerdy twit,> she thought. <Not silver.>
After savoring his prolonged penetration, Dr. Dedman began
a slow, sensuous
pumping action. He savored every stroke, in and out, in and
out. Platinum
Angel was savoring it
too, but that fact horrified her. Even
so, her booted
feet rose off the floor
and her knees locked. Now Dr. Dedman
was fucking
her between a big
silver-booted “V.”
Every stroke of his dick increased the pleasure in her
body, increased the
fire in her belly. Soon, she was panting again, heart racing,
pounding so
hard she could barely
breathe or think. Very quickly, she
felt her body
building toward
climax. So fast this time she was
astonished and
frightened.
One goon bent over and sucked in one of her nipples. Then the other sucked
in the other nipple. She felt milk flow. It felt good. If felt right, in
a wicked sadomasochist
sore of way. It reminded her of bondage
and
discipline, of being
under the firm and lusty hand of Lady Lactose. Her
most hated and beloved
mistress of long ago.
“No…please…I …can’t
take…this…much…..Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!” she
cried. And this time, her nipples squirted copious
amounts of milk into her
tormentors’ mouths during
her orgasm. “Oh, Sweet Salvation.”
“I can’t hold it either,” Dr. Dedman said with a strained
voice. He so
wanted to keep fucking
her, but her last climax set him off due to the way
her pussy muscles were
clenched even tighter, and quivering like a vibrator.
He lost is wad. “Uuauuughhh.”
Her cunt milked the evil scientist lustily, despite her
despair and
disgust. All the while Dr Dedman’s goons were mouth
milking her. She
hadn’t been suckled that
much since escaping Lady Lactose over seven years
back. And like Lady Lactose before them, as they
drank deeply their lust
grew and grew. Their hands were everywhere. Demanding.
Bold and indecent.
Driving her wild with the needs and desires
she feared so much. Needs and
desires strong enough to
drown her true self and set her on a wicked path of
sex and debauchery.
All the while, Dr. Dedman was taking pictures of her as the
men gorged
themselves on breast milk
and statuesque body. He even zoomed in
on her
beautiful, pink pussy to
get shots of his cum dribbling out and down her
butt crack. Then, while watching one of the men
squeezing her huge tit and
shooting a thick stream
of milk into his waiting mouth, Dr. Dedman had an
epiphany.
“Of course! Why
didn’t I see it before,” Dr. Dedman said.
“It’s her milk.
Her breast milk’s an aphrodisiac. Stronger than Viagra!”
He watched his two bodyguards enjoy her mother’s milk and
super shapely
body for another
moment. They ardor was growing with
every seconds, every
ounce of her special milk.
“OK, boys, you can have her after I unmask this Amazon
super tart,” Dr.
Dedman said, reaching for
her mask.
Platinum Angel panicked.
She’d only been unmasked once in her career. By
Lady Lactose. She remembered the Hell that followed. These three men hated
and despised her alter
ego Felicity Silverbush even more than Platinum
Angel. Their efforts to degrade and humiliate
Felicity would double,
quadruple. She would be truly doomed.
Her right leg flashed up, batting his arm aside. He cried out in pain and
fell back. The chloroform might have robbed her of her
God-given
Telekinetic Power, but
she still had her super strength.
Amazons, as Alpha
Meta women were generally
called, possessed strength ten times greater than
a strong man.
With the immediate threat to her secret ID knocked way, she
turned her
attention to the two
goons. They were both so absorbed in
suckling and
fondling her, they didn’t
realize their boss wanted to unmask her.
Otherwise, one of them
would just do it for him.
They each came up for air at differing intervals. But the second both came
up at the same time,
Platinum Angel kicked both legs up next to her face,
then hooked her legs
behind the goons’ heads and SLAMED them down to the
floor.
“Ugh!” they grunted as one and laid still.
Platinum Angel scrambled to her feet. It wasn’t easy to do while
handcuffed. Dr. Dedman ran from the room, back through
the door he first
entered. So she ran through the other door. She had no clear plan to
escape, but knew that
after being rendered unconscious with chloroform it
would be full daylight
tomorrow before she had her Power back, so couldn’t
just fly away.
As she ran down the dark hallway, her stilettos clattering
loudly, she
struggled with all her
might to break the handcuffs binding her wrists. But
they were the new
handcuffs manufactured to hold even Amazons.
Reaching the
elevators, she used a
stiletto heel to punch the call button.
Minutes
later, she was inside and
heading up.
“No! Down, I
punched down,” she cried, then realized she never checked to
see if the elevator was
going up or down before getting on.
When the doors
opened, Sergeant Martinez
was standing there, gawking at her.
“Bastard!”
Platinum Angel kicked the security officer in the balls and
raced past him.
Halfway down the hallway, she glanced back
and saw he was struggling to
his knees, still facing
away from her. So she backed up to a
closed door
and grabbed the knob with
her bound hand, turned it and slipped inside.
Then closing it, she
turned to look where she was.
It was a nicely appointed office. There was a mahogany desk and credenza.
A flat screen TV was
mounted on the wall opposite the desk.
And there was
even a leather couch and
matching chairs in one corner.
“Oh,” she gasped, hearing voices down the hallway.
She needed time to recover. Once her Power returned, she could easily rip
those cuffs to little
pieces. She was that powerful of a
Telekinetic. But
time was going to be hard
to get with such determined men after her.
It was
a rotten bit of luck to
take the wrong elevator and for Sergeant Martinez to
see her. Otherwise Dr Death and his thugs would’ve
been out looking for her
on the grounds.
“Sweet Salvation find me,” she muttered when she head the
evil doctor’s
voice in the
hallway. They were growing closer and
closer. The doors
didn’t have locks on this
floor, and few were even closed. The
closed door
would surely invite a
look inside, so she cursed her stupidity for closing
it. “Maybe I deserve…no! Gotta hide.”
There was only one place to hide in that office. Under the desk, and there
she went, huddled and
feeling pathetic for the need to hide.
Feeling
pathetic because of her
FEAR.
“She’s in there,” Dr. Dedman’s voice said outside the door.
“How do you know that?” Sergeant Martinez asked.
“Look, my good man,” he said. “See the floor? See the
milk? Our angelic
fugitive is leaking milk
like a cow.”
Platinum Angel looked down at her tits. Milk was oozing out of the nipples
and dripping liberally
off her huge tits. Her belly and upper
thighs were
drenched in milk. Milk that she hadn’t noticed during her mad
flight.
The door opened and men rushed in. There was a hushed pause for a long
moment. Then Dr. Dedman strode in and broke them out
of their surprised
state.
“Under the desk, you morons,” he snapped. “Get her out. Watch her legs.
She’s strong as an ox and
fast as a pit viper.”
Feeling trapped, Platinum Angel rolled out from under the
desk and leapt to
her feet. Unfortunately, the two body guards were
already there and
waiting. One punched her in the face while another
kicked her feet out from
under her. But she was only down, not out. So she kicked straight up and
landed on her feet. She immediately sent a roundhouse kick to
the head of
one goon, leaving herself
vulnerable to the body punches of the other.
“Uugghhh!” she cried, falling back.
Then Sergeant Martinez came up on her left flank, his
nightstick out and
ready. So she thrust kicked him in the belly,
doubling him up and forcing
him to drop to one
knee. Hearing the other goon rushing
her, the shapely
Super Heroine spun on a
tall heel and dropped into a defensive stance.
The
goon stopped and they
eyed each other fiercely.
“Bitch,” Sergeant Martinez growled, and then cursed.
He lunged to his feet and swung the nightstick at the back
of her head.
CRACK! She cried and dropped to one knee, bent over
and dizzy from the
force of the blow. But she instantly knew the pain would vanish
quickly and
she would recover before
their disbelieving eyes. Alpha Metas
were built
tough and durable.
Meanwhile, Martinez also dropped to his knees, still
woozy. She was right
there in front of him,
bent over and helpless. But he
couldn’t’ do anything
about it. That thug of Dr. Dedman would capture her
and get all the glory.
And he would be left high
and dry, and with no outlet to vent his anger and
need for revenge on the
mask silver whore.
So in anger, Sergeant Martinez thrust his nightstick at her
shapely rump.
Platinum Angel was almost recovered from the blow. The goon standing
before her was wary, so
thought she was faking it to lure in him like a
sucker. But he’d lost his only chance to catch her
helpless. Now she
would…
“Yeeeoooww!” Platinum Angel cried as intense pain ripped up
from her cunt
to her neck.
Martinez was shocked, and pleased. Unintentionally, the end of his
nightstick hit her
sopping wet pussy, and went in a good five inches. The
platinum blonde vigilante
screamed in shock and pain, but didn’t move
otherwise. So he pushed the nightstick deeper, driving
in another five
inches. She gasped and jerked, but didn’t otherwise
move.
When she tried to stand up, and push away from him and his
giant
dildo-esque nightstick,
he scrambled to his feet and followed, keeping the
stick up her cunt and
then he lifted up higher and higher.
“Aaeeiiiii-shiiit,” Platinum Angel cried. “Get it out of me, you pathetic
piece of shit.”
“Good man!” Dr. Dedman called. She heard him taking more pictures with her
digital camera. “You got her where you want her now.”
Platinum Angel cried out when he gave it a firm, long pump. Out, then
rammed back in. She fell to her knees, face pressed to the
cold tiles and
ass held up high. So he pumped it in and out again, and again,
just to hear
her cry out with each
stroke in and out.
The helpless heroine kicked her booted feet and begged for
mercy. He
wouldn’t stop. She sobbed and begged, feeling her body
changing. Lady
Lactose had done this to
her, many times. So he was reducing her
back to
that state of helpless,
mindless sex slut fuck toy. She
couldn’t allow that
to happen. The world needed her.
“Uuugghh-aaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!” she cried as the climax
consumed her
body.
“Put her on the desk,” Dr. Dedman commanded. The two goons obeyed. Her
legs were spread and her
ankles bound to the front legs of the desk.
She
was bent over the top,
helpless and vulnerable. “Now let the
good Sergeant
get his dick wet. Let him finally ENJOY his sweet vengeance on
this vile,
slutty would-be Super
Heroine.”
“Please don’t,” she begged as she felt Martinez’s cock
press against her
aching cunt. “You don’t understand. I’m vulnerable this way. You’ll
destroy me.”
“Good,” he said and thrust deep into her well-lubricated
cunt.
The security guard banged her with wild abandon. Dr. Dedman snapped
picture after
picture. She soon forgot about Dr.
Death and his naughty
camera work, because
Martinez was working her over good.
Real good. Her
body was already hot and
horny, and his enthusiasm excited her deep down.
She knew she had to
escape, but an increasingly larger part of her DIDN’T
want to escape.
Handing the camera to a bodyguard, Dr. Dedman moved to the
opposite side of
the desk from Martinez,
stepping up close to her face and pulled out his
hard cock. Platinum Angel’s mouth began to water in
anticipation of the
blow job she knew he
wanted.
Looking into her sex glazed blue eyes, Dr. Dedman said,
“Are you going to
be a good girl?”
“Yes.”
He watched her pink tongue slip out and slowly, sensuously
lick her upper
lip. Then her glossy pink lips parted slight
more. He guided his dick in,
watching her start
sucking on its head immediately. The
thug took picture
after picture as his cock
slowly pistoned in and out of her gorgeous mouth.
Then Dr. Dedman reached
down and pulled her mask off without warning.
“Nnnnuuuhhhmmmmmmm!” she screamed.
“My lord! It can’t
be….no….it’s really….Felicity Silverbush?” Dr. Dedman
cried, astonished. “My greatest, most implacable enemy. Defeated and
helplessly SUCKING my
dick.”
It was too much.
Dr. Dedman lost control of his libido and shot his wad
into her mouth. She swallowed without promoting, then
generously sucked and
licked him clean.
“I own you,” he hissed as their eyes met and locked.
“I am yours,” she conceded, dropping her eyes
docilely. Now, she knew, the
blackmail would
begin. He would control her every move,
her every action.
She would be destroyed,
separated from her friends and strength.
He could
mold her AND Platinum
Angel into anything he wanted, good or evil.
“I am
defeated.”
“This is that snooty billionaire animal rights bitch?”
Martinez said, now
panting and red
faced. “Oh, this is too good! Oh YES!”
With that the security sergeant filled her vagina with his
milky cum. Like
with Dedman earlier, her
pussy muscles immediately clenched and quivered,
milking him of every once
he possessed. Afterwards, he moved
around the
desk to have her lick and
suck his cock clean. Then Dedman gave
him his
nightstick back and
escorted him from the room.
While the evil scientist was in the hallway speaking with
Martinez, the two
goons were FINALLY free
to sate their all consuming lusts on her perfect and
curvaceous body. One began by fingering her anus, loosening
her up.
Platinum Angel no longer
had any fight left in her. She
understood enough
to know she didn’t give
orders anymore, but obeyed them without protest or
thought. Meanwhile, the other goon stepped in front
of her and presented
his cock. It was HUGE.
“I can’t…Hmmmmmmm,” she started to protest fearfully. Before ten inches of
cockmeat was thrust deep
into her mouth, filling it up.
“Hmmm! Mmmmm.
Uuhhmmmm!”
With her sphincter loosened up, the other thug mounted her
from behind.
The pain was
incredible. She groaned miserably,
trying to buck, but was
held down firmly by the
goons and the ropes on her ankles. Dr.
Dedman
returned during this
newest sexual ordeal.
“My, you’ve never looked for attractive to me, Miss
Silverbush,” Dr. Dedman
sneered. “Debauchery becomes you, Felicity.”
“Mmmgghhhh,” she responded.
He watched her a long time. She was clearly in excruciating pain when he
returned. After a few minutes her face and body
relaxed, and the
glassy-eyed girl
returned. Both men finally got more
than they could
handle, and climaxed deep
inside her. That made her cum
again. Then they
both pulled out and
spurted the last couple ounces in her face and across
her shapely hiney.
Then they swapped places and started over.
RING! RING!
Dr. Dedman was started by his cell phone. Looking at the caller ID, he
grinned and answered.
“Good morning, sir,” he said. “Yes, you heard correctly.
Platinum Angel
did break into our secret
facility. Yes, I’m afraid she released
all of the
test animals. I’m afraid so, sir, the experiment is a
total loss.” Then he
looked a Platinum Angel
and grinned. “But there is a silver
lining to this
debacle. We captured Platinum Angel. Oh yes, she is safely secured.
Indeed, at the moment she
is quite docile and pliable.” He
listened for a
long moment. “No, it won’t be necessary to kill her. In fact, I’ve
discovered her breast
milk is a powerful aphrodisiac. The
most powerful
known. I need to study her, but I think I can
isolate what it is within her
milk and replicate
it. Yes, commercially produce it
too. If not, then we
have a very rare and
expensive commodity to sell, to say the least.
Oh, and
another thing, Mr.
Chairman, I’ve ascertained Platinum Angel’s secret
identity. Get this, she is FELICITY SILVERBUSH. That’s right. Two birds
with one stone.”
Realizing he just told the Chairman of Axium-Meiers, an old
and bitter
enemy of hers, her true
identity, Platinum Angel knew she was irrevocable
defeated and cast down. He had good reason to hate her. Good reason to
take vengeance. And she knew the sadistic bastard would
relish his newfound
power over her, and wield
it like a whip to keep her in line and under his
thumb.
Dr. Dedman hung up and walked up close to her. She was laying on her belly
and gigantic tits, in an
ever widening pool of milk. The former
Fierce
Angel couldn’t stop
lactating. He smiled.
“I can’t wait to get you strapped down in my new
laboratory, Felicity,” he
said. “You’ve been cast out of Amazon Heaven, my
little angel. Welcome to
Hell.”
THE END