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Platinum Angel: Hypnotica’s Pets

Chapter 18

A horn blast made Felicity jump and cry out. She looked around through tousled hair. The thirty year old beauty’s heart raced. Prince Ramon thought she was out on a call girl job with a local radio provocateur. A man who trashed Felicity Silverbush on a daily basis before her fall, and crowed joyfully when she fell.

She had no idea why he hated her so much, other than simply because she was a rich heiress. But instead of driving over to the motel room where he was waiting in, she drove over to another location. To a city park, where she’d stashed her costume over eight months back.

I can’t believe it, she thought, pausing to look around again. I’ve been a hooker for over eight months! It’s been almost a year and a half since Hypnotica captured and hypnotized me. Hell, I’ve had two birthdays!

It was the middle of the day, Sunday. Beautiful autumn foliage filled the park, leaves all red, gold, orange. There was a little nip in the air, which she really felt in the red halter and micro mini skirt she wore. Her long hair was pulled back in a high pony, platinum curls caressing the bare skin of her back. Stiletto pumps clattered on the concrete sidewalk.

A silvery bundle was clutched in her arms as she headed for the clump of trees in the northeast corner of the park. It was pretty thick up in there, giving her some privacy.

The leaden skies threatened rain, and kept the crowds out of the park. The forecast called for rain by midafternoon. By that time Felicity hoped to have captured Hypnotica and her minions. She really only had one shot.

“Do or die,” she muttered. It had been her mantra for the last five days. Ever since her pimp sold her body to that hateful Rheinland Pharmaceuticals board. That proved to be the toughest, physically and emotionally, of her eight month hooker career. It showed her she could not continue like that. She either had to regain her lost fortune, or go down fighting.

If I lose, then I’ll be Hypnotica’s bitch again, she thought, throat tight and belly clenched.

She paused, biting her lip. Felicity knew she could just move to another city, change her name, her heroine name, and her costume. Then she could make a new life there, fighting crime by night, and working a 9 to 5 job by day.

That would kill my soul just as fast as selling my body.

Truth was Felicity felt terribly drawn to the life of a hooker now. It was so easy to give herself to men, taking money for the pleasure of her flesh. She really enjoyed it too much. So much so it frightened her more than losing a fight to Hypnotica.

I don’t know who fucked my head up more – Hypnotica or Prince Ramon.

Plunging into the small, but thickly wooded, copse, Felicity moved to the very middle, finding a spot under a massive oak. She scanned her surroundings one last time, and then threw caution to the wind. Felicity stripped out of her hooker attire. Then she pulled on the silver thigh boots. The tattered bikini bottoms went on next, whereupon she had to retie two of the knots holding it together. The bikini top only needed one extra knot to repair, and barely held her milk-laden tits. The headdress went on next. It took a moment to arrange her hair around it without the help of a mirror, so that only the wings thrusting up out of her silky mane were visible. Then she put on the silver choker, the opera gloves, and finally the all-important mask.

“I am Platinum Angel again! Hypnotica beware! Vengeance will be mine!”

She left her hooker attire scattered on the ground, knowing she’d never be back. Her fate would be decided within the next few hours. Probably the next fifteen minutes. That realization made her belly quiver and heart hammer.

I should’ve been practicing with my Power, she thought. But without her, Hypnotica didn’t have any super powers either. The lactose vampire needed to constantly drink Felicity’s milk to wield Telekinetic Powers. Or she needed to capture another Alpha Meta super heroine to steal her powers, and Felicity hadn’t heard of any of the city’s other heroines going missing.

Platinum Angel picked up one remaining item she’d recently purchased. A taser. Then she slowly lifted up through the oak’s autumn hued canopy. She rose up a hundred feet above the park and looked to the north, near the coast. Silverbush Estate sprawled atop that hilltop.

“The house I built,” she snarled, baby blues narrowing. Her silver-gloved hands curled into fists. “The house Hypnotica and her cows stole from me.”

Platinum Angel had to wait an additional five days after the Rheinland Pharmaceuticals revenge gangbang because Minka Lowes had gone on vacation. She went to Tahiti for a week. The newsfeed on her phone alerted her an hour earlier that the Silver Limited corporate jet landed late that morning bearing the Chairwoman and CEO and “friends.” Right. Friends. Ten hypnotized, brainwashed young women who served the lactose vampire slavishly. Minka’s herd. Her hucow minions.

Indeed, the herd was Platinum Angel’s secret weapon. A taser was the only thing to ever knock her out of the deep hypnosis.

“Won’t Hypnotica be surprised when I take away all of her minions?”

Actually, she wasn’t sure the taser’s charge would take them all out. But the cops could free the rest after she took down Hypnotica.

“Do or die time,” she said, a grim smile spreading across her face. “And that time is now!”

Platinum Angel took off like a bullet, speeding straight toward Silverbush Estate. She flew nape of the earth to hide her approach. Hypnotica was too powerful to give any chance to at all. The fight would be short, but brutal.

“No mercy asked!” she cried as she bore down on the tranquil looking mansion. “No mercy given!”

The enraged heroine didn’t bother with the door. She went booted feet first through a front window. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the vast residence, followed by the clatter of her running feet. Platinum Angel raced through the rooms in her quest for vengeance. Then she heard cries of alarm rise up in the back.

She burst into the family room. Her eyes scanned the room all the way up to the 40 foot ceilings and wall of windows overlooking the pool, and then to the ocean beyond. And she spotted them. Eleven young women in skimpy bikinis lounging around the pool.

Hypnotica sat up, gawking at Platinum Angel as the heroine smashed through the back door. Everyone but Hypnotica jumped to their feet, dropping into fighting stances.

It was kind of laughable. Barely half of them had any training. None of her former assistants had any idea of how to fight properly. They just mimicked what the other five hucows did.

“Minka ‘Hypnotica’ Lowes, you are under arrest for eleven counts of kidnapping, blackmail, securities fraud, and whatever else I can think up later.”

“You are such a fool!” Hypnotica cried, eyes flashing in triumph. One hand dipped into the ice-filled champagne bucket, and pulled out a large vial. It contained a white fluid. “I saved some of your milk just for this fight.”

“It’s eight months old,” Platinum Angel said. “That was spoiled milk a week after I escaped your clutches.”

Hypnotica shrugged. “True, but it will still give me your same Telekinetic Powers. I can deal with a sour stomach.”

That’s not good!the heroine thought.