Ultramom, but it gets more complicated than that. Of course.

“You don’t deserve to be happy, but, once my mother’s out of her milker, it’ll be free for a new occupant.” Ultraboy snapped.

Dr. Bluder looked up at him, pain and cunning in her light eyes. “But your mom and I aren’t the only test subjects. You know about all those people I captured. All those women are on milkers down below. You really going to let them be used, free the hero and leave the victims to stew in their own juices?” She asked, not really understanding Ultraboy at all, not a surprise as he kept his thoughts behind a mask, rather more than his face was.

“More can always be made, the first priority is releasing the strongest asset.” He said, cold as ice, “and your first priority is getting your sore and sweating self into a milker, so, lead the way, doctor, unless you want to finish up with the table leg.”

“What makes you think Ultramom is the strongest person I’ve got on a milker?” Dr. Bluder asked.

“What’s that mean?”