To the milking chamber.

Never had Ultramom felt as weakened as she did now. Her breasts ached, her pride was shattered, and she had no idea if rescue was to come or not. As she lay upon the table, her head still spinning from the sexual storm of the milking, she was helpless when the lizardmen returned.

Their cold claws clicked across the floor as two of the burlier specimens entered the room. Snouted faces with thick leathery skin betrayed nothing as they slowly unstrapped Ultramom from the table. She tried to rise, perhaps to resist, but her captors were taking no such chances and swiftly grabbed her wrists and upper arms. The heroine gasped as the lizardmen roughly hoisted her between them, soon moving deeper into the depths of the ship with her in tow.

Long steel corridors filled the heroine’s dim vision. She had to fight to remain conscious as corners swam and doors flashed by in a dizzying array of alien symbols and yawning pits. She was in a miserable state indeed.

Yet her fate did not concern her until a door slid open and she found herself in a peculiar chamber. A large, oval room that’s only light came from the red glow that never reached the ceiling, coming from several rounded orbs set in the floor. Filled with straps and harnesses hanging from the ceiling, all arranged in a circle about an indented floor with a sluice leading from beneath each array to a hole in the center, the room reminded Ultramom of something which she could not quite place.

No opportunity was given for reflections as the two lizardmen marched into the room, Ultramom’s legs doing little more than drag upon the floor. When they neared one of the harnesses she realised what they intended and tried to struggle, but the two creatures easily overpowered her and **** her into the contraption. The lizards moved with a practiced ease, and in moments the superheroine found herself encased in the bindings. Satisfied, one of the lizard moved to the wall and pressed a button. With a whirr Ultramom felt her legs lifting off the floor. Eyes wide, she watched as her face came to look directly down at the floor, her body now perpendicular to it and sagging breasts hanging low.

Ultramom tried to test her bonds, but both arms were securely tied behind her and her legs had been hoisted to press against the small of her back. Nevertheless she tried to find some wiggle room, and for her troubles earned a firm smack on the ass. She yelped eliciting a hissing laugh from one of the lizardmen as it came to stand before her. She could not help but widen her eyes in horror at the sight of the needle-like device in the creature’s hands. Before she could voice a protest the creature had pierced her nipple with it and pressed on the plunger. Ultramom’s shriek turned to a guttural moan as warmth suffused her breast, then breasts as her second mammoth mammary received the same treatment.

Done, the Lizardman took a step back and fetched two of the straps Ultramom had not seen. Some dim part of her mind recognized the half-orb shape which tipped the tubes, but when the alien attached the suction cups to her breasts any thought beyond the pleasure sizzling through her was chased away. This became only more pronounced as one of the aliens produced another collection rod from the wall, which slowly extended itself from the to be guided into Ultramom’s inviting core, slipping inside as though it were made for it.

Ultramom slowly became aware of the two aliens leaving the room, the metal door sliding shut. However she was far more interested in the feeling of her breasts as they slowly began to balloon, filling with milk once again. Ultramom squealed and rocked slightly in her bindings, helpless as the pain of the straps digging into her skin slowly changed to tingles of enjoyment, of her breasts inflating once more with creamy substance. Yet that was not all she felt, for with the renewed substance filling her breasts, she felt her strength returning once more.

Something clanked in the darkness above. Ultramom shrieked as she felt a sudden pressure against her nipples, sucking against her tit flesh, the collection rod too beginning to slowly begin moving in and out with a steady thrusting. Her hair flew about her head like a halo as she tried to fight against the pleasure assaulting her on both ends, just long enough to free herself from the bindings.