"Well, well, well, my bovine beauty. What was once an image of might, now reduced to a milk spewing cow." the Doctor said. Unable to speak, Lacta-Woman let out a groan and glared. "I will be honest Lacta-Woman. While i do hate you, it is not that I don't find you attractive. In fact, I admire your breasts. But Humanity would grow weak with you as their protector. With your powers I could lead them to greatness. But I can't take your powers it seems. This pisses me off. But at least I found the perfect outlet" he said laughing. He walked out of the room and shut the door. A blaring light shone in Lacta-Woman's face. All she could feel was absolute terror, and desperately tied to free herself, tears streaming down her face. All of a sudden, two robotic claws shot down from the ceiling, and latched on to her breasts with unbelievable ****. Lacta-Woman let out an inhuman screech. The claws began to grope her and grope her furiously, much to her dismay. The claws practically disappeared in tit flesh, they were grabbing so hard. Then the claws retreated and turned into mace heads. They began to beat her breasts into pancakes. Lacta-Woman coud not take it anymore. She wanted to pass out, but her Bovian physiology would not let her. Lacta-Woman coughed and blood sputtered across her chest. In the control room. Dr. Stakia smiled with glee. If she was spitting out blood, her invulnerability was almost used up. Another punch with a mace left little welts of broken skin across her battered and bruised rack.

The next thing the arms changed into were two suction cups. They latched onto Lacta-Woman's breasts with a loud *splortch*. Lacta-Woman barely jad an idea of what was happening anymore. All she felt was fear and pain. A switch was flipped and the cups began sucking. Almost immediately ilk erupted from her udders. Lacta-Woman screamed in pain as the suction cups painfully stretched out her nipples. Several gallons later, she was milked completely dry. Her breasts had sagged a little bit but retained most of their size. Completley defeated, Lacta-Woman's head drooped. Before she could even start feeling sorry for herself, the spiked mace heads were back and began pummelling her breasts. Lacta-Woman's life over the next monnth would be a viscous cycle. Constant breast ****, a milking, and then being injected with enough nutrients to keep her alive. Would this be the end of the line for the once mighty heroine? Or would some other starry- eyed super heroine find a way to free her?