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Platinum Angel: Hypnotica’s Pets

Chapter 5

Platinum Angel soared through the night sky, Hypnotica’s hideout already in view. Like her own, much larger mansion, the Victorian Minka leased sat at the top of a hill overlooking Ocean City. Felicity had a better ocean view, being right over the beach, of course.

“Ready or not, Hypnotica, here I come,” Platinum Angel muttered, speeding up to attack speed. “With a vengeance!”

The silver-clad heroine was a blur as she swooped down low to fly under the porch overhang, and then slam bodily into the double front doors. Wood splintered. Glass shattered. It sounded like a cannon firing. Platinum Angel hit the hardwood floor running deeper into the dark mansion.

Feminine voices shouted in alarm on both the ground and second floor. She heard stiletto-heeled footsteps rushing toward her. Then the clanking sound of small bells came to her. Bells? So the heroine stopped in a formal dining room and waited.

Joey and Krista showed up first, coming from different directions. The expensive haute couture from earlier in Felicity’s office was gone, replaced with black latex with red straps, lacings, and piping for Joey, purple for Krista. Their long hair was pulled back into long braids, with headbands sporting cow ears and horns.

And steel slave collars encircled their necks, with small cowbells clanking with every step.

Platinum Angel did a double take on them. Cow horns? Cowbells? Way to stay with a theme.

The shapely heroine grabbed a heavy wooden chair and hurled it at Krista. Then she reached out with her Power, seized Joey, and lifted her off the floor.

“Hey! Let me go, you big bully!”

“If you insist,” she said, and hurled the beautiful blonde into the wall. Joey crumbled into a heap on the floor, out cold. So Platinum Angel turned to Krista, who was still coming at her. “Where is Hypnotica?”

“You have to get through me to find out, whore!”

“Says the slut wearing latex and cow horns.”

Krista screamed her rage, grabbed a dining table chair, and threw it at Platinum Angel. The Alpha Meta heroine caught the chair with her power, and sent it flying straight back into the pretty minion. The brunette dropped with a pained gasp, struggling for breath on her knees. Cowbell clanking with every labored breath. So Platinum Angel walked over.

Slowly.

Stilettos loud and menacing on the hardwoods. She smiled when Krista’s eyes rounded as they rose up to her.

“Yes. Bad things are about to happen to you, Missy.”

Movement to her right drew Platinum Angel’s eyes. It was Victoria. Also in latex and cow-themed accessories. But she also had a pistol in hand.

Platinum Angel threw up a shield just half a second before Victoria pulled the trigger. The shot was deflected though a window, loudly shattering glass in the night. So the busty heroine threw out a hand, projecting her Telekinetic Power toward the minion. She seized the pistol, yanking it out of Victoria’s hand. And just because she was pissed about being shot at, Platinum Angel whipped the pistol around through the air to smash into the back of Victoria’s head.

The minion dropped like a rock.

“Bitch,” Joey snarled, smashing a chair across Platinum Angel’s shoulders.

The surprised heroine staggered forward two steps, the pain exquisite. Disabling, in fact. But her Alpha Meta body healed quickly, and muted the pain even faster. She sucked it up, and charged Joey. The normie woman came at her like they were equals. Platinum Angel blocked a right cross, then kicked the blonde minion in the ribs. And then she merely backhanded Joey to the floor, who just lay there moaning, head rocking.

By that time, Victoria started to rise up groggily, while Krista was in full attack mode again. Platinum Angel narrowed her eyes at the vicious minion. She never thought of super models as particularly tough and gritty. Was Hypnotica able to project Alpha Meta healing or endurance to her minions? Or was the hypnosis and subsequent brainwashing so powerful that they could endure soul numbing pain?

And then someone else took a shot at her.

“It’s Britney, bitch!”

“What the hell?” Platinum Angel cried, skin goose-fleshing. Thank God Britney was a terrible shot. And then Cheyenne charged in and Krista started to rise. “This is not going like I thought it would.”

Platinum Angel backed against the wall, lifted her arms, and concentrated. She seized every loose item – table chairs, vases, lamps – and threw them straight out and away from her in all directions. All five minions were pummeled to the floor, so she quickly rushed from one to the other, pulling zip ties out of her thigh boots to bind their wrists behind their backs. Then she dragged them all, some kicking and screaming, into a room, closed and locked the door.

“Ready for the police to pick up and haul off to jail.”

The veteran super heroine stood in the middle of the now cleared out dining room and listened for any sounds other that the enraged minions in the next room. And there it was. The faint sound of footsteps. Below her. In the basement.

“Fitting. She’s a vampire. She should be hiding underground.”

The heroine found the basement stairs. Instead of walking down, stilettos clacking loudly to send dread into that evil woman’s heart, Platinum Angel lifted up into the air, and “pushed” herself down into the stairwell. She floated down, slowly and soundlessly. She could only imagine how crazy Hypnotica was at the moment, no longer able to determine where her deadly foe was at.

Platinum Angel’s booted feet finally touched ground at the base of the stairs. The basement ceiling was a good eight feet high, but too low to fly without bouncing off the ceiling, floor, walls. Yeah, it could go south real fast like that.

The basement wasn’t really finished to any degree. There were some walls up, but the floor was bare cold concrete. The outer walls were bare gray panels of ragged, damaged insulating panels bolted down, with bare sheet-rocked interior walls. No doors.

She proceeded as stealthily as she could, wanting to increase Hypnotica’s dread and fear. A scuffling sound to her right got her headed that direction. The heroine grinned, eyes narrowing. Her high school frenemy was about to get her comeuppance. Lactose vampires always fell to the forces of good and justice sooner rather than later. The fact Hypnotica had survived so long was a slap in the face.

Time to slap her down where she belongs.

“Ugh!” Platinum Angel grunted, eyes huge. Her tits ACHED! “Her powers!”

“Yes, my powers don’t require I see you, Platinum Bimbo.”

“Face me like a real Alpha Meta, Minka! Why are you so scared of me?”

No response other than another pulse of lactating power surging through her tits. The heroine paused to massage her aching, tingling boobs. She could feel them swelling with milk. So distracting.

“You do realize, that all I have to do is get one hand on you, and then you are mine to do with as I will,” Hypnotica purred so softly the heroine struggled to understand what she said. “And then I will steal your powers to terrorize other heroines in Ocean City.”

Platinum Angel froze in her tracks. She didn’t like thinking about that possibility. She glanced back at the stairs. Maybe she should go back up to the ground floor and call in the police. Of course, Hypnotica could make the cops lactate, as well. And that included both female and male cops. Another reason lactose vampires were the most hated of all the Alpha Metas.

Creeping up to an empty doorway, Platinum Angel felt her boobs getting full faster and faster, so knew she was getting closer to the lactose vampire. And she had to get her hands on Hypnotica before the villainess made her boobs burst from too much milk.

Is that possible, she paused to wonder. No. They’ll just start leaking.

Face burning, Platinum Angel stopped just shy of the door, lifted her hands to either side of her swollen tits, and squashed them together. Milk gushed out of her nipples, flooding the cups of her top. Milk flowed out from under the bikini top cups in all directions, slicking her belly and legs, soaking her costume and gloves. But doing that proved such a welcome relief.

Now I can deal with that godforsaken lactose vam – she thought, but stopped when a black gloved hand thrust a phone with a green screen in front of her face.

Platinum Angel felt a tickle in the back of her head, bright neon light flashing behind her eyes, before she averted her gaze just in time. Lunging at the wall next to the door, Platinum Angel kicked through the sheetrock and connected with Hypnotica’s hip.

Knocking the evil lactose vampire to the ground, the heroine darted through the door and charged her. But Hypnotica wasn’t defenseless. She kicked up, pounded two booted feet into the heroine’s belly. Platinum Angel was knocked back against the wall.

Surging to her feet, the evil Amazon attacked the legendary super heroine. They both screamed their rage, fists and feet a blur as they battled toe-to-toe.

“You cannot defeat me!” Platinum Angel cried as Hypnotica’s fight began to falter. “I am Platinum – ”

Hypnotica pressed up close, both hands going around Platinum Angel’s throat and cutting off her words. Her Lactose Power surged through the hapless heroine. A gargling sound bubbled out of the heroine’s lips as her mind went blank and her tits throbbed. She couldn’t move, couldn’t even think.

Hypnotica yanked the heroine’s top down off her right tit, before her lips wrapped around a swollen nipple. And she suckled.

“Mmmm,” Hypnotica groaned as scalding hot mother’s milk flowed into her mouth, down her throat. The lactose vampire felt her skin gooseflesh. Her body tingled, and she felt POWER wash through her. Telekinetic Power. Platinum Angel’s super power.

“Yes! I’m a Telekinetic now!”

“No!” Platinum Angel screamed. “You can’t do this!”

Platinum Angel felt Telekinetic Power seize her, and before her mind recognized the danger…

“I win!” Hypnotica cried, and hurled Platinum Angel against the wall. And did it again. And again, until the shapely super heroine lay unconscious at her feet. “And you, Platinum Angel, will be mine forever.”

Hypnotica walked over to small refrigerator. She pulled out a syringe. Removing the safety cap, she leaned over and sank the needle into Platinum Angel’s firm round butt cheek. The plunger forced the drug into the vanquished masked vigilante.

“That drug will suppress your Power for at least the next twelve hours.” she purred. “There is no escape, no hope whatsoever, for you.”