No. She's lying.

“I’ve got Ultimamom and others in her, villains, heroes, I just want to know if I can create something out of their milk…”

“Really? So, what security camera looks at them?” Ultraboy countered.

She moaned as her shirt soaked and stuck to her tits and the leg finally brought her to the brink of orgasm. He grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and lifted her up and away from the sating grinding. “Answer the question.” He snapped, ignoring the stink of sex and milk on her skin.

“I…fine…I don’t have anyone stronger, just choose me, I can make more of the cure.”

“I have your notes, I’ll figure it out. Now, the milker?” He asked.

“No, I—“

“It’s the milker, or the floor.”

She gave instructions and he followed them. The milker was identical to the one his mother was strapped into. A hand stripped her top off, revealing full breasts with milk dripping from distended nipples. A smile crossed his lips and he stripped her the rest of the way, revealing a cunt that dripped and a musk that filled the air. Not for any real reason, though it did humiliate the bitch, amuse himself and give him a nice view. She bent herself over, putting herself in the same bent at the waist, arms high behind her back, tits outthrust, legs spread, posture as Ultramom and it looked as good on her as it did on the superheroine. The chains locked tight on her wrists binding them together above her head. The automated system sealed around her ankles, spreading her legs to shoulder width apart and the IV hooked up automatically.

The cups attached themselves to her nipples and began to suck. She’d been on the **** without any help for so long that the milk just gushed right out of her, provoking an incredible moan as she finally got what she needed, or some of it. The cups had attached themselves, when Dr. Bluder had had to attach Ultramom’s…no, she hadn’t had to, she’d done it herself for what? For kicks? Who knew? But he knew that he was hard and had a bound woman, who deserved anything he cared to do to her, or so he could tell himself. One of the virtues of vigilantism was the ability to convince yourself that bad people should be punished and you should do the punishing. But Ultramom was waiting for him, not that he hadn’t waited for her, many of the times he’d been captured.

Before he could make up his mind, the machine, sensing Dr. Bluder’s state, brought a dildo down, quite a large one, and buried it in her pussy. The dildo began to vibrate and Dr. Bluder screamed as it brought to her to a rapid orgasm. Used at both end, she was in heaven. The machine was really quite well designed to keep its…cows? Subjects? Meat? Happy.

Ultramom had been on the **** for longer than Dr. Bluder, and on the machine for longer too…she was probably...

His cock kept hardening, mostly against his will at that image, and not at all against his will at the image of Dr. Bluder writhing against the restraints, though these, unlike Ultramom’s were padded. He had to rescue his mother…from endless orgasms. Yes, he did. Really.