Decisions, decisions...

Decadence furiously walked with long strides of her sculptural legs along the facility´s secret corridors, which didn´t appear in any blueprint. The black haired villainess didn´t expected such a thing of Tzar Vladimir. Her famous intelligence service had failed miserably.

And the project of her cyber soldiers, the Cossacks, supposedly capable of beating any known menace, had also failed. Such **** against its software had been simply... unthinkable! In such a situation, facing her Cossacks, which now followed her, still confused by the **** of the cyber villain over them, against Vladimir again, was madness.

Decadence´s mind worked hard and fast, trying to think a new plot to turn the tables of the situation and take vengeance over the man (or cyborg) that had humiliated her.

“All of you...”, finally roared the evil Ukrainian villainess. “In your data bases are coordinates of Vladimir´s hideouts on the city. Go and scorch them. Destroy any henchmen and piece of equipment on it. Interrogate any ‘zampolit’ before tearing them apart, especially if you put your hands on Nabokov´s boy. Destroy Tsar’s facilities, even if you should auto destruct your nuclear batteries in the attempt!!!” commanded Decadence harshly.

The pilots heard the commands of her mistress. All of them were loyal beyond any description to Decadence... a fanatic loyalty for her. The merciless villainess didn´t need such a high tech tricks to mesmerize or get the favor of her ‘soldiers’.

Under their helmets, pilot´s eyes roamed over the sculptural body of their ‘general’, subjugated and seduced by her amazingly curvaceous, sculptural body... lost on the depths of the cleavage that made her large, firm breast... lost on her satin, long, well shapely, toned long legs that seemed carved in marble... overwhelmed by the charisma and power that emanated of her voice, plenty of authority.

Without a doubt, the four Cossacks made their way out of the facility, ready to fulfill the commands of Decadence and sacrifice their own life if necessary.

Meanwhile, Decadence remained of her assaulted base, making her way to the back-up servers of the lab. “First, I will take the info about Miss Muscle's Golden energy. Then, I will take the Golden Energy container in the vault. And finally, I will manage with Vladimir and the other super booty-busty-bimbos the old-fashioned way. Vladimir surprised me but I won´t repeat that.” muttered the black haired, black-hearted villainess with infinite hate, rage and confidence.

When the effect of the adrenaline began to disappear on the body of Holy Smoke, the agony returned to scorch her mauled body from her broken ribs to every cell of her body... And, though the load that carried among her arms were light as a feather, the sacred heroine should slow her escape, panting and moaning in pain, leaving the nude, blonde, middle aged woman on the floor next to her, heaving and moaning completely exhausted and spent.

Holy's eyes stared the woman in which Miss Muscle had transformed when the golden energy of her was almost completely snatched away of her enormous boobs. Now, nothing of her was enormous. That middle aged, blonde woman was almost bony and flat as a table, even shorter than her, despite the fact that Marilyn wasn't too much tall to begin with.

“You... you must...” muttered Miss Muscle, staring Holy Smoke with her blurred, sapphire eyes. Coughing twice, the drained golden goddess of muscle spoke again. “You... you must drink... my milk...”

Astonished, Holy Smoke looked deep into the eyes of the veteran heroine that had been the maiden of muscle, but now seemed a middle aged, anorexic woman.

“My milk... my milk will heal you... enough... to stop Decadence...” said Miss Muscle, slightly but imperative.

“What... what do you say? Why...why I should stop Decadence? We... we must escape from here... You... you need medical assistance or you'll die!!!”, replied Holy Smoke, though on her mind there was another reason to leave that place; Decadence had beaten both of them easily and that... thing called Tzar Vladimir, was much more powerful than Decadence. Unhurt, they had been no rival for the Ukrainian villainess. Severely wounded, faced with such a pair of super criminals, their **** was certain.

And besides, the idea of licking the nipple of another woman was too much immorality for the chastity of the young woman.

The dying golden goddess of muscle saw that on Holy's eyes “Don´t... don´t worry about that. It... It is nonsense. But... But If Decadence gets the secret... of the Golden Energy... the planet is doomed.” coughed Miss Muscle. “Furthermore... I... I think I can recover my... my powers... but... but we must split for now... ”, finished the heroine, getting with great effort on her bare feet.

Holy Smoke paused and began to doubt for a few moments but finally, coughing blood, stood over her feet too and cleaning her fluids of her mouth, sank gently her face over the small grain in which the enormous left boob of the muscular heroine had once been.

With fear and ****, Marilyn slid her tongue around the nipple, which immediately became harder and harder. Seconds later, when the first drops of milk touched her mouth, a sudden warm feeling began to go through her body. Little by little, the pain of her battered body began to disappear... as well as the internal wounds that tortured her. Forgetting her former ****, her lips began to suck eagerly on that tiny breast. Then, Holy Smoke slid her face along the skinny chest of the golden goddess to lick the other one.

“It´s... it´s enough... please... stop…” Miss Muscle heaved in dying bliss, realizing as the last atoms of energy that kept her alive began to disappear.

Scared, the heroine raised her head and stared Miss Muscle's eyes. “Oh! Oh no! I... I was killing you!!!”-Screeched in despair and anguish.

“I... I am alright... I... I can still feel the golden energy... that the coffin stole me. It... It is stored close to here... I can reach it. But... but you must find the servers... the servers where the chair stored the secret of my golden breasts...”

“No... I... I can't”, replied Holy Smoke. “You are so weak! First, we will recover your golden energy and then we will kick the ass of Decadence and Vladimir!” said the sacred heroine with confidence.
“But if Decadence... gets the info... none of us... or Vladimir, will be rivals... for her... ”, replied Miss Muscle, trying to convince Holy Smoke to follow her plot.

Tzar Vladimir ignored by the moment the women that, defeated, escaped him. “That is irrelevant.” he thought, commanding through his mental link, the total **** of the lab to his troops, while he made his way to the draining coffin.

Placing his fingers on the control panel, almost immediately, his mind learned that the golden energy snatched away by the machine of the golden goddess of muscle, wasn't stored on the coffin itself but in a container some floors below the surface.

Next, Vladimir tried to learn the secret of the golden energy to download it on him, but the files were not on the system. Decadence had used an isolated server to store them. Somehow, a second later, he knew were the server was.

“I am unstoppable, Decadence. You will learn this fact soon enough”, thought Tzar, while his cyber systems took control of the security cameras of the facility, giving him gigs and gigs of info that were processed in a second by his brain.

Now, he knew almost everything of the facility... he knew almost everything what was happening on the facility... he was in fact almost the facility itself. Then, with long 0´s and 1´s strings scrolling on his eyes, Vladimir decided his next movement.