Rocketgirl and Miss Patriot.

Even a mere hour before, Ultramom would have recognized the two women being manhandled into the room by a collection of lizardmen. However, the electrified pleasure permeating the lactating super heroine made her only capable of staring in bleary confusion as the two girls gasped in horror on seeing her.

“Ultramom! You animals!” the first screamed as she struggled against the iron grip of her captors, her kicks not even grazing the leathery creatures as they **** her into the room.

“Ultramom! It’s me! Rocketgirl! And Miss Patriot!” the second cried out of her face covering silver mask, all that remained of the collegiate's full body uniform. Her curvy and toned teenage flesh was bared to the room as it quivered and strained against her own guards, her companion in a similar state of undress. “Ultramom!”

No response came, though Ultramom watched the two girls with a strange, vacant curiosity as she panted against the sensations of her milking. She had the odd feeling of recognition, like she knew these two from somewhere. She didn’t really like the feeling, for it kept distracting her form the amazing sensation of the suction cups against her breasts and the rod stroking the insides of her pussy. Ah! she thought in sudden realization! Of course. It’s not them, just the way their breasts looked somewhat shriveled, as her own had been before entering the room. Rolling her head backwards, Ultramom moaned over the cries of protest as the two newcomers were similarly restrained as she was, though with far more struggling.

“Let me go! What-no! No! Let me go!” Rocketgirl cried, struggling feebly against the straps which enfolded her. Miss Patriot had already received her own binding, sobbing as the machines hoisted her into the air, helpless amongst the leathers of her binding. Wasting no time, the four lizardmen set about preparing them for their future roles.

“No! Keep that away from mahhhhh!” Rocketgirl cried as she felt the collection rod push against her pussy. “Oh…oh god. I…noooo!” she moaned as the needles entered her breasts. She panted, face flushed at the sudden heaviness of her breasts as they swelled far past their original cup size, turning a slight purple as they grew to accommodate their new payload.

With some strange satisfaction, Ultramom smiled. Good, perhaps now they would stop complaining. And not to mention their own breasts were clearly somewhat smaller than the busty heroine’s own, a matter she was finding of increasing pride. After all, that meant she could provide more milk to her new master, and more milk meant more milking for her fat titties. She was pulled from her observations as the door slid open once more.

A huge lizardman eclipsed the light coming in from the hall, his burly form covered with black ink, giving him a wild, primitive look. Jagged lines and tribal swirls crossed beneath thick leather straps, a whip lined with silvery fibers at his waist. Ultramom stared without understanding but some apprehension as this massive creature slowly entered the chamber, a curious looking gun in his hand with a thin needle point and a cartridge loaded in the back.

Another injection? Ultramom squirmed with breathless anticipation at the thought. The chance to give more milk equated greater pleasure, something she was keen for indeed. However, her expectation was to be denied as the creature ignored Ultramom’s breasts, passing by as though she was not even worthy to be looked on by him. Ultramom swayed slightly in silent anticipation, returning to undulating against the collection rod and milking cups eagerly.

Strong, clawed fingers grabbed her hyper sensitive ass cheeks causing Ultramom to moan aloud, only to change to a cry of protest as the lizard man removed her collection rod. Paying no attention, the lizardman ignored her incoherent objection as he steadied her beneath his grasp, and pressed the gun against the pale globe of her ass cheek.

Ultramom shrieked as pain exploded through her body. A harsh slap against her thigh cowed her. She whimpered and sniffled, unable to even comprehend what was going on, only hoping it would end and unwilling to anger her jailor, lest he remove her milking cups as well as the collection rod.

Rocketgirl watched in horror, her perspective permitting her an excellent view as the lizardman marked Ultramom with the tattoo gun. There was no need to decipher the intricate pictogram, she could guess the meaning. She shuddered at the noises Ultramom was making. To think they would do something like this to one of her comrades filled the heroine with…

Rockatgirl shot her eyes up. But there was no denying it. Even were she to disbelieve her ears, her eyes left no room for error when she saw Ultramom’s expression of slack jawed rapture. She was enjoying it! Enjoying being marked as nothing more than livestock!

“Oh…oh god…” Rocketgirl sobbed, hanging her head as she felt the rubber cups pressing against her swelled breasts. She made no effort to resist as the lizardman took a step back and switched on the milker. A sob escaped her lips, the last expression of her distress before her breasts swelled against the cups, and unleashed merciful bliss throughout her frame. Throwing her head back, Rocketgirl cried out her surrender to her fate as a milking cow. Soon after she joined Ultramom in her moan as the muscular lizardman began to work on her as well, her toned ass soon bearing the mark of the alien’s domination of her body and mind. The fallen heroine rocked forward and back against the collection rod, pushing her breasts towards the surrender of the milking cups as she was drained.

Rocketgirl purred as she felt the smooth scales of the strapped lizardman stroke her new mark. Chortling lowly at the sound, the alien pinched her flesh between his fingers, as though assessing her body for some purpose of his own. His victim's mind was already too far gone to decipher this, and merely crooned at the soothing touch of his fingers against her recently abused flesh.

Miss patriot watched in horror as her companions surrendered to their fate as livestock of the lizardmen. She snapped her neck around, fighting against the feeling of the collection rod as it rocked in and out of her, grunting and grinding against the pleasured groans they sought to draw out of her. A lizardman loomed before her, two suction cups in his hands and a disturbingly stoic expression on is face. She knew if he attached them, it was all over.