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Platinum Angel: Hypnotica’s Pets

Chapter 8

Chugga chugga chugga.

“Mmmmmgh,” Platinum Angel groaned around her ball gag when the fucking machine started up again. Two newly lubed dildos slowly penetrated her pussy, and then her anus. Each felt a mile long and a half mile in diameter. “Mmmmmmgh.”

Her baby blues fluttered open, rolling up as her body tensed, skin already tingling. The shapely heroine twisted her wrists within the unyielding cuffs, flexed her leg muscles, but she couldn’t budge more than an inch. Her eyes cut left and right. Pitch blackness. No one else was around for her to beg for relief. No light whatsoever to give her something to focus on. No mercy for her tortured soul.

As soon as the first dildo completely sheathed inside her, completely filling her vagina up, no less, than the anal dildo started pushing in deep. So one dildo was always thrusting into her, and the other pulling out. Their combined stimulation messed her head up, ravished her orifices, left her trembling like jello every time.

Chugga chugga chugga.

Platinum Angel closed her eyes and groaned. The distress of the fucking machine starting always stressed her out, emotionally and physically. But it never took long before it felt so awesome. She squeezed her vagina muscles around that pumping bitch tamer, and then squeezed tight her butt hole.

“Mmmmmmmgh,” she moaned. God help me, that always feels too good for my own good.

Then her dangling, swollen tits began to ache. She could feel the milk starting to fill her tits again. Stretching the skin taut over them. They felt like they could burst open at any minute.

“MINKA!” She screamed around the ball gag. It didn’t sound anything like her captor’s name after the ball gag muffled it. Help me! Please help me. My boobs can’t take any more.

The fucking machine started thrusting faster.

Chugga chugga chugga.

Her eyes rolled again. So good. Her body responded so well to the stimulation, giving Felicity so much pleasure during sex. It was if the Heavens wanted her to fuck 24/7. Of course, that aspect of her personality and physical response to stimulation convinced evil men and women that she was born to please. Please as their sex slave. It made her so mad.

“Mmmmmggh.”

Hot tingles flowed into her thighs. So fast? She began panting through her nose. Eyes wild. What time was it? Was it morning yet? It felt like she was suspected in time down in that dark basement. Would Minka show up in five minutes, or five hours?

She twisted her upper body as much as she could to press first one, then the other tit as hard as she could against the padded top rail of the bondage horse. Maybe such pressure would force milk out. Normally, she could squeeze her tits and milk would stream out, but those god-forsaken nipple clamps stopped all flow.

And the lights snapped on.

“Ugh!” she grunted, squeezing her eyes shut from the stabbing pain.

“Good morning, Platinum Milk Cow,” Hypnotica’s lovely voice said. She sounded much too pleased. “I hope you had a nice night.”

Multiple stiletto footsteps approached Platinum Angel from behind. She hears a soft giggle. Some feminine whispers, sounding excited. The heroine forced her eyes open a crack to start getting used to the light that she’d longed for just moments earlier.

“Damn!” Cheyenne cried. “That’s a big puddle between her legs.”

“Ack,” Britney said. “It’s yellow. Did she pee?”

“Yes,” Hypnotica said. “Don’t be rude. Every one of you pissed like that on your first few nights on the fucking machine.”

“Why does sex always fill our bladder like that?” Krista asked. “It’s so wrong. You know I have a tiny little bladder.”

More giggling. Platinum Angel groaned, feeling her body pushed closer and closer to release. It became harder to listen to them, to focus on anything but those two monster dildos trashing her sex and ass.

“Platinum Cunt’s picture should be in the dictionary under WAP,” Victoria said. “Look at the wet as pussy! It’s leaking like a faucet.”

“I want to, but her tits look like party balloons. She must be holding a gallon or more of milk by now.”

YES!Platinum Angel cried, starting to buck and struggle. YES! I need relief! I need…

Her insides chose that moment to erupt. Perfect pleasure washed through her overheated body, over and over. It literally PULSED through her. Her mind went blank and drool flowed out of her gagged mouth.

Hypnotica chose that moment to shove her phone in the heroine’s face. Platinum Angel saw the green glow on the screen and snapped her eyes closed. It wasn’t easy, what with her body still convulsing with sweet orgasmic bliss.

“Such a naughty little cow,” Hypnotica purred. Then she stroked the captured heroine’s sweetly rounded butt with the riding crop in her right hand. “Very naughty indeed.”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Platinum Angel almost lost her mind. The pain of that whipping, on top of her climaxing body, two ginormous bitch tamers thrusting into her tight body, was too much. She screamed around the ball gag, struggling with all her might. For nothing.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Aaaaiiiiee!

“Tell me, Platinum Cow,” Hypnotica whispered in her ear. “Why are you causing trouble for me, and thus pain and misery for yourself? Just open your eyes, look into the pretty green screen, and you will know nothing but joy and bliss… And absolute obedience.”

Platinum Angel groaned, but kept her eyes squeezed shut. Getting hypnotized again was not in her plan. It would be the end of all hope of escape. She was lucky her security showed up when they did earlier, and accidently broke her out of the hypnotic trance Hypnotica placed her in. She wouldn’t have anyone to play cavalry and break her free again.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Think about this, little hucow, little milk cow,” Hypnotica said. “If you aren’t absolutely under my thumb, I won’t release you from this cruel bondage. If I can’t move you safely to the milking station, then your lovely titties will continue to swell and swell until, ka-pooosh! They rupture. Ouch, how horrible will that be?”

Platinum Angel froze, heart hammering. She couldn’t breathe. Would Hypnotica really do that to her? Hot tears rolled down her flushed cheeks.

Not fair!she silently cried. So not fair.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Mmmmmmgh,” Platinum Angel moaned.

“I think she kinda likes being whipped and spanked,” Joey said. “And so do I, Mistress.”

“Well?” Hypnotica whispered into the heroine’s ear. “Are you going to cooperate? Or should we leave you here another twenty-four hours?”

The hapless heroine groaned miserably. Between a rock and a hard place didn’t come close to describing her dire straits. What a choice! Mental freedom, while remaining locked in tight bondage, getting machine fucked, and her tits possibly bursting. Or absolute mental control by such a wicked, evil woman?

Platinum Angel’s body went limp. The fucking machine chugged along, reaming her out like a boss. Her soul wept. Tears flowed. And her baby blues fluttered open. The green screen was right there inches away. She locked her eyes on the hypnosis program, and those beautiful lights burst behind her eyes. The heroine felt her mental control slip away this time.

“You are mine,” Hypnotica said.

“I am yours.”

“Perfect. Shall we get started?” Hypnotica said, standing straight and beaming at her longtime hucow minions. “I need a big glass of hot super heroine milk for breakfast.”

Platinum Angel remained completely limp. Nothing really happened in her head for several minutes. She felt delicate hands unbuckling her legs, then her wrists from the bondage horse. Then she was pulled off by Victoria and Krista, turned around, and forced to kneel before Hypnotica.

Her mistress and minions had effectively reversed in their style of attire overnight. While the minions all wore all black thigh boots, latex pants, and latex tops with lots of cleavage on display, Hypnotica had changed into an uber tight red latex dress with a plunging neckline barely held closed by lacing. Her hemline barely covered her assets. She accessorized with a red collar, red latex opera gloves, and red thigh boots.

“Wow, her tits really are swollen round with milk,” Hypnotica said. “Remove the nipple clamps.”

Milk flowed the instant the clamps came off. Platinum Angel’s mind finally woke up, and she lifted both hands up to squeeze out even more milk. But Victoria and Krista caught her arms, pulling them wide. She looked up at her mistress with a confused, desperate expression.

“Lick boot,” Hypnotica commanded, scooting one shiny red thigh booted foot forward. “Make it sexy.”

Platinum Angel blinked up at her. Saw her determination. Her eyes dropped to the boot before her. She licked her lips and nodded.

“Yes, Mistress Minka.”

“Call me ‘Mistress’ or ‘Mistress Hypnotica,” hucow,” Hypnotica commanded.

“Yes, Mistress Hypnotica.”

The mesmerized heroine’s arms were released. She dropped to all fours and crawled forward. Then she lowered her face to the booted foot, and gave the pointy toe a long, firm lick. Platinum Angel licked all along the right side of the foot, stopping to spend a long moment wrapping her tongue around the tall, slender heel, sliding up and down that stiletto heel. And then she licked her way back to the toe, before continuing around to the left side of the foot.

Once she’d licked every square inch of that sexily booted foot, Platinum Angel started licking her way up, up, up. She cut her eyes up, holding Hypnotica’s eyes as she licked her way up the lactose vampire’s long, shapely leg. At mid-thigh, she ran out of boot and stopped.

“Keep going up,” Hypnotica purred. “You’re doing a splendid job.”

From her knees, Platinum Angel could see up her mistress’ skirt. No underwear. Brazilian waxed pussy. Her pussy lips glistened with her leaking love juices, showing her deep arousal.

The platinum blonde beauty continued licking upward. Hypnotica’s upper thigh proved warm and satiny smooth. The entranced heroine’s lips spread in a tiny smile as she started to mix in some nibbles between the licks. She licked up, up, up, leaving wet skin trembling with pleasure as she drew closer and closer.

She smelled her mistress’ arousal once her nose pressed up under the latex dress’ hemline. Hypnotica pulled the skirt up over her hips, displaying her feminine glory to all. Platinum Angel’s eyes locked on that quivering pussy, so shiny and ready.

“Mmmm,” the heroine moaned softly, her tongue swiping over those firm nether lips.

She eagerly licked and licked, lathing the salty juices away. Platinum Angel held Hypnotica’s eyes as she then pressed her tongue harder against the slit, forcing the lips apart. The tip of her tongue curled up into that drenched slit, diverting her juices into the heroine’s mouth.

“Mmmmm.”

She licked, sucked, and nibbled, making her mistress gasp and jerk. Then Hypnotica clutched her head, grinding her pussy into the vanquished vigilante’s mouth. A moment later, the villainess gasped, head rolling back, and back bowing as her body spasmed with orgasmic glory. Her love juices flowed into Platinum Angel’s mouth, forcing her to swallow and swallow.

Cheyenne came up behind Platinum Angel. She pushed a headband onto her. Platinum Angel reached up to feel what it was, finding cow horns and ears. Officially a hucow minion.

“Crawl,” Hypnotica said, still panting from her climax. “Moo like a cow.”

Platinum Angel never hesitated obeying. She dropped to all fours and started crawling all around the lactose vampire and five hucow minions.

“Mooo,” she said. “Moo.”

Hypnotica guided her through the doorway, and into the next room. Against the back wall sat what Platinum Angel thought were more bondage stations. Instead, she found milking stations, which were also designed to hold women in bondage at the same time. Fucking machines squatted behind them.

The other hucows helped Platinum Angel into one of the milking stations. She was locked into place, once again unable to move. Well, her head still had mobility. For a reason. Her head was placed in a harness, attached to the structure. She quickly discovered when she moved her head forward and back, the dildo behind her thrust forward and pulled back.

They expect me to fuck myself?

A dildo was swung around before her mouth. She looked at it, then up at her mistress.

“I don’t understand, Mistress. You just took me off a fucking machine.”

“I know. How insidious am I?” she said, looking positively delighted. “But for the milking machine to work, you have to suck cock. Or in this case, dildo. The faster you bob up and down the dildo, the faster the machine fucks you, and the faster the milker expresses your titanic tits.”

“Yes, Mistress. Please, may I be milked now? I feel like I am going to explode.”

Joey and Britney attached the suction cups to her nipples. Platinum Angel opened wide and went down on that dildo. And that another dildo thrust into her hot, wet pussy from behind. After five bobs, the milker started. She sighed with relief as her milk was finally starting to be expressed.

Hypnotica moved up close, a wicked little smile on her face.

“Now it’s time to finally see who is hiding behind that mask,” she purred. The lactose traced the outline of the mask on the heroine’s face. “Which buttons do I push to release the mask?”

“Do you know how the buttons are laid out, Mistress?”

With her wrists locked down, Platinum Angel couldn’t touch her mask to release it. But she could tell her mistress which buttons to push.

“I do.”

“Press one, three, four, five, nine, and twelve at the same time.”

Hypnotica pressed the indicated buttons, hidden under a thin silvery covering. The heroine felt the mask release her face. Her mistress then slowly pulled it away.

“Felicity?” Hypnotica cried. “YES! I hit Paydirt! You and all you own are now mine!”