Platinum Angel: Hypnotica's Pets (Chapter 4) (Patreon)

Platinum Angel: Hypnotica’s Pets

Chapter 4

Silverbush Estate, foothills overlooking Ocean City, 10 PM…

“I’ve suffered setbacks in my time, but I’ve never been so utterly humiliate,” Felicity muttered under her breath. “It was bad enough to be caught so easily by Minka – no she’s Hypnotica now. I must remember that. She’s a villainess. But she humiliated me in front of my employees. Everyone in whole the frigging world knows by now that Felicity Silverbush was hypnotized into being Hypnotica’s hucow bitch and I now shoot milk out my nipples like laser guns. God help me!”

Felicity had just seen off the last of the mansions staff. They were all off-duty and off the grounds. So she could do what she needed to do as Platinum Angel.

The busty platinum blonde double checked all doors, before heading up the stairs to her bedroom. Her larger than normal boobs jostled, so damned heavy with milk, despite having milked herself five times since Hypnotica turned the faucet on full blast.

I hope the lactose vampire affect doesn’t last too long.

Her biggest fear was she’d be lactating like that for months, or years. Whenever a normal bad guy captured her and figured out she lactated, and exploited that aspect of her body, it took weeks or months to recover back to one milking a day. Lactose vampires were another lactating evil. At the moment, her milk engorged tits were straining her dress to the max.

Once in the safety of her private bathroom, Felicity stripped down to just thongs and heels. Standing at the sink, she attacked breast pumps to both nipples and turned them on.

“Oooooh, yes. What a relief expressing is,” she whispered, feeling the tautness lessen immediately. She had very powerful breast pumps, specially made for her ongoing problem. “I’m going to beat Hypnotica like a drum for doing this to me.”

Felicity slowly relaxed as she watched milk flow down the clear plastic tubes and straight into the sink. Her mother’s milk went down the drain, and good riddance. She idly wondered what her milk would go for on the open market, knowing selling human mother’s milk was a legally gray area.

I bet Platinum Angel’s milk would bring a good price, she thought, then noticed the pink blush in her reflection. Yeah, my sick little brain wanders into some nasty thoughts sometimes.

As the pumps chugged, and the milk flowed out of her tingling tits, Felicity’s mind wandered back to earlier that day. For some reason, she remembered her makeout session with Minka the most clearly. Just thinking about kissing Minka made her insides all hot and fluttery. Kinda scary. Was her lingering lust and desire for that most wicked of women a lingering effect of the hypnosis? Would those frightening urges and feelings fade quickly?

Felicity licked her lips, remembering the taste of Minka. Mostly the taste of her pussy, before and after the milk soaking. Her throat tightened, heat building up in her belly.

Why do I love the taste of cock and pussy so much? It’s so embarrassing.

Her face heated up as one hand snaked down between her legs. Her eyes dropped down the mirror and locked on her crotch’s reflection. Her thong was soaked, her camel toe really standing out in the bright light. Felicity spread her feet a little wider apart, and then slipped her fingers under her barely there thong. And started rubbing.

“Lord, forgive me. I just need a little relief to be able to think straight.”

Her juices flowed like a leaky faucet. She wiggled her hips, before thrusting them. God, it felt so amazing. Her fingertips rubbed vigorous circles around her slick nether lips, every so often moving over her engorged, throbbing clit. All while those powerful breast pumps sucked hard on her sensitive nipples. Even the flow of milk felt too amazing to ignore. She looked up into her own eyes, noting how red her face had become. Yeah, so humiliating, yet sometimes she just had to…

“I am not strong enough.”

Two fingers plunged deep into her. Her breath caught, back bowing. The amount of milk flowing increased. It felt like her boobs swelled just a little. But then, sex usually did make her produce more milk faster. Just another slap in the face.

One knee came up to rest on the counter as she rubbed harder, faster. Then he flicked a hard fingernail across her clit.

“Aaaiieee!”

And again. And again.

“Yes. Yes.”

Her insides turned to liquid heat. Tiny animal sounds squeaked out as she tried unsuccessfully to suppress them. And then hot tingles flowed out through her body in a flash, as that rush to glory surged through her.

“Aaaaggggh!”

Felicity’s knees failed her and the beautiful Alpha Meta collapsed to her knees, arms spread out across the countertop to keep her from crumbling all the way to the floor. She huffed and puffed, staring into her own lust-filled eyes in the mirror.

“That was a good one. Oh man. I feel much better now.”

And the pumps soldiered on, slowly emptying her overflowing tits. But her tits felt normal again, and she despised taking so much her boobs looked deflated. She stood up, turned off the pumps, and cleaned them. Then Felicity headed for her sprawling closet.

Her closet was a thousand square feet, divided into daily wear, evening wear, and footwear. She walked straight up to the section in the wall where a rainbow of bright colored thigh boots hung. Pressing a hidden button, she activated hydraulics which pulled that section back and out of the way.

Felicity stepped into a hidden chamber. The lights automatically flicked on. One wall was lined with desks, computers, and a bank of monitors. The bank of monitors showed scenes all across Ocean City. She could access every city, county, and state owned street and security cameras. She also secretly had access to most private security cameras.

Her computers accessed police databases across the nation. Not all technically legal. Yeah, billionaires had ways around so much.

Felicity went straight to the vanity in the far corner. She kicked off the pink stiletto pumps, shimmied out of the soiled white thong, and picked up her costume’s bright, silvery bikini bottoms. The bottoms covered more than her thongs, but not much more. They were a stretchy, mirrorlike metallic fabric that she could see her reflection in. The skimpy bikini top was the same fabric, as were her opera gloves. Her mask and thigh boots were highly reflective, as well, but not quite a mirror finish. Her headdress slipped around her head, and she took a moment to arranger her long silver locks around it to hide all but the bright white wings rising up out of her hair.

I look like a Nordic Valkyrie, she thought. Her eyes dropped to her bikini clad body. A Valkyrie on a tropic vacation.

She smiled. Platinum Angel had the skimpiest costume in Ocean City, a fact she was perversely proud of. The Sisterhood had suggested she “tone it down a notch or two” on many occasions. But no one told Felicity Silverbush what to do.

Now suited up, Platinum Angel hurried over to her crime computer. She quickly accessed Silver Limited security, and then pulled up the security camera images of Minka and her minions as they arrived on site. She got a few screen grabs, and then started several web searches. A few minutes later she went through all of the results.

“Mmmm, a Minka Lawrence rented a large Victorian Mansion,” she muttered.

So she did a search on “Minka Lawrence.” That produced a California driver’s license with Minka Lowes’ picture.

“Gotcha.”

Platinum Angel pulled up the Victorian’s address into her computer, and a picture of the mansion came up. She also got a map and directions to the address. A few more commands brought up the original blue prints, and permits for many rehabs and changes to the interior over the years. That included the basement, where just last year the owner installed AC down there. No other recent improvements that she noticed in the records.

“Big house, so lots of places to hide secrets.”

She paused to think. I should just call the police and let them handle it.

Platinum Angel considered that a moment, her eyes narrowed.

“Who am I kidding?” the busty heroine whispered. “Hypnotica humiliated me. This is personal.”