Milk maid of superpowers

"You know," Ms Kyoto said to the sexually exhausted Rocketgirl who lay at her feet, "you really have gorgeous tits." She knelt down and grabbed Rocketgirl's breasts. She caressed them softly, smiling to feel the areolae hardening at her touch.

"And they're responsive, too. Sensitive. That's excellent. It will make what I have in mind so much easier."

Ms Kyoto suddenly headbutted Rocketgirl, instantly knocking the heroine ****. She scooped up her captive's body and carried her away.

Rocketgirl awoke standing bolt upright in a thick, padded box. She couldn't move a muscle, so tightly was she squeezed by the stuffed red leather surrounding her naked body.

"Just in case you get any ideas about trying to get out of this rig," Ms Kyoto said, her voice resonating through the earbuds, "you'll probably notice I strapped you in with cuffs at your wrists, ankles, and neck. You're not going anywhere."

Rocketgirl gave her restraints a cursory tug but quickly verified the truth of her captor's claim.

"Show yourself, you fiend!" Rocketgirl exclaimed. Or at least she tried to. What actually came out sounded more like, "Shhhhnnnnnn, eeeeeeefffffffffffnnn." What the hell was that, she wondered. Why am I slurring my words?

Ms Kyoto smiled. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? That would be a side effect of the **** 've given you. It's the latest test version of something of my very own design. I call it Kyotolactase. It's got everything a superheroine like you needs to produce and secrete an infinite quantity of milk containing your superpowers. At least I hope it does. I guess we'll find out, right? Want to know what's in my special ****? Estrogen, prolactin, cortisol, oxytocin, and a heavy dose of morphine. Right now you're riding high on 1200 mg -- that's over forty times the standard dosage, but you're a superheroine; I'm sure you can handle it. Besides, what better way to make you an addict than to start you off with a couple of severe overdoses?"

"Wwwwwwwwhyyyyyyyyy?" Rocketgirl slurred as she began to drool.

"Why get you addicted to a restrictred prescription opiate? You mean apart from how severely it will incapacitate you as a heroine? Or how entertaining it would be to see you shame yourself trying to score a hit? Or better yet, to watch you suffer through severe withdrawal? Well, one of the side effects of your new opiate addiction is my real goal here."

Ms Kyoto cupped Rocketgirl's tits and began stroking them between her thumbs and index fingers. Back and forth, back and forth, over and over again. She kept this up for several minutes, increasing the speed and pressure steadily until she saw Rocketgirl's eyes flutter with excitement.

"You see, Rockettits, I intend to trick your body into thinking it's pregnant so it will produce milk. Then I'm going to squeeze you for every drop you're worth. I'm hoping my concoction will effectively transfer your superpowers into your supertit milk, so I can drink it and gain your powers. If that works, I may mass market it, as well, so everyone can be a superhero just like you. And maybe one day, I can modify my formula just a little bit and have one of these milking sessions deprive you of your superpowers forever."

Ms Kyoto kissed Rocketgirl's left breast, swirling her tongue over the hardened nipple, then biting the nub teasingly. She repeated the process on Rocketgirl's right breast.

A thin, yellowish white liquid trickled from Rocketgirl's right breast. "YES! It's working!" Ms Kyoto exclaimed. Ms Kyoto began violently massaging and kneading Rocketgirl's breasts, enveloping them in her hands and mashing with abandon, squeezing, pulling, pushing, and swirling.

"Wwwwwoooooooahhhhhhhh," Rocketgirl moaned at the **** of physical sensation in her chest. Her breasts began to swell, growing fuller and tauter in Ms Kyoto's expert hands. Soon a steady trickle of milk dribbled from each of her tits.

"Excellent," Ms Kyoto observed, pausing her molestation of Rocketgirl long enough to reach for two hoses that dangled overhead from behind Melissa's bondage rig.

Ms Kyoto placed a hand over the mouth of one of the hoses, demonstrating for her captive heroine the powerful suction the hose produced. Her hand was pulled strongly against the mouth of the hose, and she had to forcibly push it away with her other hand. She showed Melissa the welt that had appeared on her palm where it contacted the mouth of the hose. Then Ms Kyoto peeled a rubbery material from the last several inches of one of the hoses, flipping it around to become a flexible addition to the hose itself. She showed Melissa how flexible and stretchy the material was. Then she pulled the material toward Melissa's left breast.

Confined by her rubbery prison and unable to wriggle away, Melissa screamed in agony as the hose yanked her left areola inside. She watched as the slow trickle of milk from her left breast was **** by the hose into a powerful jet stream as her milk was carried through the clear hose above her head and out of sight beyond the bondage device.

Ms Kyoto pulled the rubbery material surrounding the hose's mouth to surround Melissa's left breast. She smoothed the shiny, cool, silken material over the sensitive skin of Melissa's left breast, earning moans and whimpers from the helpless heroine. Soon her breast was completely enveloped in the constricting material, pulled upright as though she were wearing a superbra. In addition to being made from a compression material that naturally squeezed and stimulated her lactating breast, the shiny silken rubber was impregnated with some sort of automated, randomly pulsating material that rhythmically squeezed, applying pressure to Rocketgirl's breast in mesmerizing fashion, as though she were being caressed by a rough lover.

Rocketgirl moaned with pleasure and mild discomfort, watching helplessly as Ms Kyoto repeated the entire process with her right breast. Again Melissa yelped in pain as the hose sucked her right areola. Again she moaned as Ms Kyoto smoothed out the rubbery material over her skin. Again she watched uncertainly as copious rivers of her milk pumped out of her body and up the hoses out of sight.

"That's it, Rocketgirl. Pump that milk out for mama!" Ms Kyoto walked behind the bondage rig. A moment later, she emerged holding a glass of milk. "Cheers to my pretty little supercow." Ms Kyoto held the glass up in a toast, then swallowed the entire glass in one gulp.

"Ahh," she sighed contentedly. "Let's see if it worked, shall we?" She threw the glass and ran after it. Melissa saw only a blur as Ms Kyoto dashed across the room and caught her own empty glass of milk. The proud villainess strode confidently back toward the superheroine.

"Looks like those Rocketjugs of yours are giving it up for me. I have your superpowers now. And I can give them to anyone I want just by feeding them some of your milk. And from the looks of things, you've got an infinite supply, baby." She cupped Melissa's stimulated, firm, full tits. "I've been pumping rivers of milk out of you for at least five minutes now. I've collected at least ten gallons in the vat behind you. And your tits are just as perky as they were when we started this process. Baby," she said, standing directly in front of the heroine and staring into her doe eyes, "this could be the beginning of a long, beautiful friendship."

Ms Kyoto French kissed her captive hungrily. Melissa tasted remnants of her own sweet milk on the villainess's lips and tongue.

After several minutes of being subjected to the kiss, Melissa wept as she watched Ms Kyoto reach for a third tube from the ceiling. "Now, in order to make sure you stay productive, my little milk maiden, we have to make sure you get your medicine. And that you stay alive."

She pointed to the penis gag at the end of the new tube. "This will feed you everything you need. There's water to hydrate you, nutrients to keep you operational, and, of course, a steady infusion of Kyotolactase, my special little wonder **** that's helping you produce all that extra special superpowered titty milk for me. All of it is mixed together in a smooth, healthy liquid that I think you'll just love. The only trouble is, to get it, you have to suck on this here penis gag."

Ms Kyoto shoved the penis gag roughly into Rocketgirl's mouth. The heroine's lips instantly and unwittingly wrapped around the thick member, the tip of the gag tickling the back of her throat. No liquid came out -- not yet -- but Melissa knew it was only a matter of time before she'd be sucking eagerly, **** to nourish and hydrate herself...even if it meant ingesting more of her foe's toxic **** concoction in the process.

"Here, let me give you a little more headroom so you can work that cock properly." Ms Kyoto unlatched the top portion of the bondage rig, lifting the part that surrounded Melissa's head. Pushing the heroine's head with one hand, she pulled the head enclosure with her other hand, freeing Rocketgirl's head. But the rest of the bondage rig was so restrictive that Melissa was still totally helpless within its grasp. The only freedom she now had was to move her head back and forth, forward and back, facilitating the process of sucking on the penis gag. Which for now, she still adamantly refused to do.

"Not going to give it a try yet, eh? Don't want to fall to an even further low in my presence?" Ms Kyoto taunted. "No matter. Soon enough, you'll be sucking on that thing like the common whore we both know you really are." Ms Kyoto stroked the heroine's sweaty hair. "Your body will demand it. And not just because you'll need to stay hydrated. But because you're a **** addict now, and you know that cock in your mouth is going to give you your next fix."

Melissa wept at Ms Kyoto's words. She knew her captor was right. It was only a matter of time before she capitulated completely to the villainess's dastardly plan. How long could she hold out, she wondered. And what would Ms Kyoto do with all that milk? Would she ever alter the Kyotolactase and try to deprive Melissa of her superpowers forever?

"There there, my sweet, there's no need for tears." Ms Kyoto stroked Melissa's cheek. "I promise to take good care of you. After all, you're my cash cow now!" She laughed maniacally as she left Melissa alone to be pumped, and pumped, and pumped.