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Platinum Angel: Hypnotica’s Pets

Chapter 6

Baby blues fluttered open. A pathetic little groan bubbled up. She hurt a little. Not much, but enough to know she lost a fight. Platinum Angel awoke to find herself in the fetal position, back against a rough wall. Cold concrete was her bed.

The room was dark, but not necessarily for lack of lighting. Everything was shades of gray. It looked like someone started to turn a basement into living space, but gave up after a few days.

Then she remembered. “Hypnotica!”

The platinum blonde heroine’s head felt fine until she lifted it. As soon as she tried to rise, the floor tilted and her eyes rolled. Platinum Angel struggled to get to all fours, huffing and puffing. She realized her left butt cheek still burned a little and one tit was hanging out of her top.

“Oh, that’s can’t be good,” she whispered, covering her exposed boob before rubbing her poor butt cheek. The heroine tried to use her Telekinetic Power. Nothing. So she tried to lift off the floor, but nothing happened. “That bitch drugged me. I swear, I’m going to…”

She trailed off at the sound of stiletto heels on hardwood floor above her. It sounded like a group of women were walking together.

No, a herd of hucow minions and their mistress, Platinum Angel thought. She glanced toward the basement stairs, the only way in or out of the basement. They’re coming this way.

With the wall to her right, Platinum Angel rose up onto her knees only. One hand on the wall, she tried to stand. And failed. Yet, she could tell she was getting better control of her limps. The problem was really her spinning head, but that was slowly easing up, too. She just needed time.

The herd of feminine footsteps reached the top of the stairs, and then started down into the basement. The heroine squeaked, breathing becoming faster and shallower. She looked all around for a weapon. She was no match for six other women, one of them possessing an Alpha Meta’s strength and endurance, so she needed an equalizer.

A pair of black, lace-up thigh boots came into view coming down the stairs. She sat back on her thigh booted legs and stared. Platinum Angel tried to think of a way out of her predicament, but just thinking proved a struggle. The approaching foes just made her thoughts more chaotic.

“I should’ve realized she’d wake up before I returned,” Hypnotica purred, her face so smug and pleased. “Such a pretty little thing, too. We’re going to have so much fun playing with her.”

Her hucow minions spread out in a semi-circle to either side of their mistress. The minions wore their skin-tight latex, while Hypnotica was in full dominatrix black leather corset, pants, and thigh boots, all with pink laces and straps.

“Don’t think about it,” Platinum Angel said, pleased she didn’t slur any of the words. “I am a respected super heroine, so don’t touch me.”

“Define respected,” Hypnotica said. “I think it’s more of a polite contempt people show you. I mean, look at you. Super heroine material? No. Super bimbo material? Hell yes.”

The wicked lactose vampire sent another surge through the heroine’s already overfull tits. The skin stretched painfully tight as her bosom visibly swelled. Platinum Angel gasped, eyes fluttering closed as her silver-gloved hands clutched at her breasts. She wanted to express some of that milk, but she didn’t have the strength or focus to do so yet.

“Your insults mean nothing,” Platinum Angel said, voice soft and strained. “My Sisters will avenge me if you don’t watch out. Don’t make me a martyr.”

Hypnotica threw her head back in laughter. “Martyr? Oh my God, how full of yourself are you, Platinum Cunt?”

Platinum Angel flinched. “I don’t like the C word.”

“Good to know, cunt,” Hypnotica sneered. “I injected a drug that will keep your Power suppressed for at least twelve hours, while keeping your body weak. Of course, you’re little pea brain has always been weak, so win there for me.”

Hypnotica slowly walked up to Platinum Angel. Her stilettos loud in the enclosed space. Platinum Angel stared at her booted feet, tension rising at the sight and sound of those feet approaching her. The lactose vampire was terrorizing her exactly like she’d tried to frighten her earlier. It was all so wrong.

What did I do wrong? How did she defeat me?

Hypnotica struck an arrogant super heroine pose: feet shoulder width apart, back slightly bowed, chest thrust out, chin high, and balled up fists on well-rounded hips. The heroine looked up, marveling at how powerful and impressive she looked looming over her like that. She felt so weak and small on her knees, trembling.

Leaning over, Hypnotica lifted Platinum Angel’s chin with two fingers. She forced the vanquished heroine to look her in the eyes. Platinum Angel licked her lips, throat tight, belly queasy.

“What are you going to do to me?”

Hypnotica winked. “I’m going to fuck you. We’re all going to fuck you, and make you love it.” Her black-gloved hand reached down and traced the edge of the heroines silvery mask all the way around. “And then I’m going to find out who is hiding behind that mask.” She let out a joyful, girly squeal of delight. “Exciting, right? I can’t wait.”

Cheyenne stepped forward and handed Hypnotica a silvery band and bell set. The heroine stared at them, her mind unable to figure out what the minion gave her captor. Then she looked up at Cheyenne’s wickedly gleeful face, and the collar and cowbell around her neck. And Platinum Angel’s eyes widened.

“No. Please,” the heroine gasped. “Show me a little respect.”

“Aww, you so funny,” Hypnotica purred, pausing to caress the heroine’s upturned face. “So pretty, too. But you’re just my cow now. My milk cow. A dairy delight for me to enjoy whenever I please. You are my property, and with this collar I claim you.”

Cheyenne gathered up all of Platinum Angel’s hair, pulling it up and back out of the way. Hypnotica quickly slipped the open steel collar around the hapless heroine’s slender neck, and snapped it shut. Then she used a small screw to secure it in place.

Platinum Angel stiffened, a disbelieving expression on her beautiful face. The steel collar and silver bell pressed against her skin, so cold against her hot flesh. The collar was quite snug, too. Not so tight as to restrict her breathing, but snug enough so that she would never forget it was there.

The lactose vampire gave another hand signal. Cheyenne stepped away, and Joey and Britney rushed forward amid a canopy of clattering heels and feminine giggles. Hypnotica seized a fistful of silky platinum hair, and dragged the heroine away from the wall. Platinum Angel was forced to crawl on all fours, barely possessing the wherewithal to keep up as her new cowbell clanked. She was released about five feet from the wall, where Joey and Britney pulled her arms back and locked her wrists in handcuffs. Then they snapped cuffs around her booted ankles, with a short length of chain between them.

“So, I forgot to ask. Are you into bondage?” Hypnotica asked mockingly. “I sense a deep love of all things BDSM within you. Or maybe it’s me projected my kink onto you. I don’t know. I don’t care. You belong to me now, body and soul. Get used to it.”

Platinum Angel found it more and more difficult to think. Things were going south too fast for her drug-addled brain to sort out. Then Joey and Britney grabbed her arms, and pulled Platinum Angel up to teeter atop her sky high heels. Hypnotica reached between the heroine’s milk-swollen boobs and unfastened her silvery top. The bikini top popped open, dumping her heavy tits to jostle enticingly.

Hypnotica buried her face in the heroine’s tits, dripping in milk. She licked off all the milk first, then rubbed her face all over Platinum Angel’s boobs. Finally, she wrapped both hands around the base of a tit, squeezed, and stroked toward the nipple. A thick stream of steaming milk shot into the lactose vampire’s open mouth.

“Mmmm, so good,” Hypnotica whispered. “I swear, super heroine milk tastes better than normie milk.”

“Awww,” the five minions cried sadly.

“Don’t worry your pretty tits, cows, you’re milk is delish, too.”

Hypnotica smothered Platinum Angel’s tits with kisses, slowly kissing her way up the heroine’s neck, to her face, and then claimed her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Platinum Angel tried to resist, but Hypnotica’s every touch sang, sending amazing ripples of pleasure through her overheated body. Soon she was panting, wiggling, and pushing back into those kisses with equal passion.

“You’re going to be the best hucow minion yet,” Hypnotica purred, stroking her silky smooth cheek. Then she turned and smiled at Britney. “Clamps, please.”

The blonde minion practically skipped over to a side table. She scooped something up, and quickly returned to press the small items into her mistress’s gloved hands. Hypnotica dangled the two new items before Platinum Angel’s worried face.

“Nipple clamps?”

“I know! I’m excited, too.”

Her captor cupped and lifted the heroine’s left tit, and then pinched open the nipple clamp. She grinned at the heroine as she moved it toward her unprotected, too sensitive nipple.

Platinum Angel shook her head adamantly. “Nononono!”

The clamp snapped tight on the swollen nipple, forcing out a tiny squirt of milk. The pain lanced into the heroine instantly.

“Aaaiieee! Take it off! Take it off!”

Instead, Hypnotica snapped the other clamp on Platinum Angel’s other nipple. She stepped back and grinned while her captive bucked and shook her tits violently, doing anything to get them off. But they weren’t going anywhere. After a few minutes Platinum Angel calmed down, huffing through her nose, face flushed and sweat shiny.

“Beautiful,” Hypnotica purred. Her eyes narrowed. “Now it’s time to finish you off.”