Lightning and Starfall Sold

by Torrent

The centerpieces to the event were the two heroines naturally. The men milled around the other girls, but it was the two in the tight fitting spandex that drew the attention of the customers. Everyone here had money, it was an auction of course, but the two heroines came with a heft price. Few would be able to afford them, but in comparison to the rest of the stock, these two were special.

The other girls were taken from the streets, some were well used, others had dreams, but they had all been brought here.

Aksinya only held the auctions; he did not do any of the training and cared less what happened to them. He could see that some of the women were terrified, cringing as the men and women milled around them, examining them turning their heads from side to side and commenting on them. Others though realized there position and did their best to attract potential owners by straining towards them. Though none were ugly, few could come close to matching the centerpiece.

Slightly higher then the rest, and tied more securely, were the two heroines, both heavily sedated. Several clients milled around them, but the heroines would be expensive, they were for the super rich, but they attracted attention none the less, the tight fitting costume, the promise of power, their good looks, and their current state of helplessness all led to the allure of the two heroines.

Lightning was the most recognizable, she was a well known fixture in the skies, the sidekick to the heroine Tempest, anyone who bought her would undoubtedly be tested by a rescue attempt. Lightning had pure wheaten blonde hair that fell around her shoulders in waves, dressed in a yellow leotard, with a lightning bolt along each side, it covered her upper body down to her arms, her gloves, stripped from her, as well as her boots and belt lay to the side; a complete ensemble for any potential buyers. Her lean legs were clad in dark red tights, which wrapped around her feet which sat on the cold floor of the show room. Lightning, like her name sake, could generate electricity. Her face was hidden by her wheaten hair, with only a hint of her red mask showing.

Tied to her, rope looped around each heroine’s ankles, and their wrists held high above them, was the other heroine. Aksinya had absolutely no clue who she was, occasionally an aura of sparkles seemed to surround her, but that had faded, her costume was a blue long sleeved, spandex, tight fitting skirt that was cut low around her chest. Pink stars decorated the dark blue material, and her skirt hung no lower then the middle of her thighs. Her legs were clad in light pink hose; her strappy long sandals had been removed and again, would go to her new owner. What drew almost all of the attention though was her bright hot pink hair.

The two heroines were little alike; Lightning a little taller then the other one, a bit more full chested, though she could not have been more then a C cup. Her softer looking body clad in the tight leotard drew many comments. The other smaller heroine, with her slimmer build and her wonderfully colored hair drew a lot of attention as well.

Like Askinya thought, it was only a handful who could afford the asking price of the two heroines. The handsome and imposing outlaw Prince of the Saudi’s Sheikh Saaed, currently was overlooking the pink haired heroine, his eyes wandering up and down her body. Many stories surrounded the outlaw prince, of his sexual prowess and his known fetishes. His harem was rumored to be in the dozens, and any who displeased him would disappear for a time into his dungeons, afterwards they seemed more compliant. A frequent client of Askinya, he seemed to favor the youthful girls more, those with a rebellious streak in them, he had no doubt that the prince enjoyed what occurred in those dungeons.

The ancient looking Fogerty with his shaking hands and wandering eyes also circled the heroines. Fogerty liked to call himself Doctor Fogerty, but it was only an affectation. He had no degrees, let alone a medical one, but ancient, and incredibly wealthy, his mortality was at stake. His search for a fountain of youth had brought him here often. Askinya never wanted to know what became of those who he took back with him, he never asked.

The aristocratic couple, Kyle and Lariss Sommer also seemed to be highly interested, the two cooing and caressing the heroines” helpless bodies, running their hands over the material of their costume. The two hedonists often took the most innocent of the girls to corrupt and influence, promising them endless pleasure and then discarding them once they had their fill of amusement.

Finally there was the wicked Maiden of Virtue a tall imposing woman, her face hidden by a featureless plastic mask, she was the only super villain in attendance. Her outfit was a long flowing robe, a deep blood red, she moved coolly around the group, her eyes glittering behind the mask. Askinya, again, never asking, had only heard rumors; the Maiden’s face was hideously scarred, surgery after surgery had left it a mangled mess, her turn to villainy had been to support the growing costs, and she had a well known hatred of heroines. Whom she “instructed” and “reeducated” from their wicked ways, little is known what became of them afterwards. She had never been here before, but had come specifically for these two.

The two heroines had been heavily sedated, barely aware of their surroundings, slight moans and gasps came from them, their outstretched bodies ogled by the group of four would be buyers. Fondled and teased, it was impossible to not notice that the pink haired heroines were rock hard nubs visible through her tight top.

Askinya moved over to play the role of salesman, smiling politely at each in turn.

“How did a low life like you happen to catch these two Askinya? They are well beyond your normal stock.” The prince asked haughtily, his hand tiled the pink haired heroine’s head upwards tilting the young looking face, from side to side; her lips were painted soft pink that seemed to glimmer in the light.

Askinya merely spread his hands wide, “Would you believe that this one..” he gestured at the pink haired one, “blundered into a trap.” He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, “A novice no doubt, that is why we do not know her.” Her lips parted in a weak groan, her eyes were barely open to small slits. “We would’ve only captured her but this one showed up suddenly.” He then grabbed Lightning’s wheaten hair, her blonde locks wonderfully soft in his hands he realized, he swallowed heavily trying to block out the sensation, he never kept merchandise. “And she got so involved rescuing her friend that she didn’t even notice the shooter until the tranq darts were in her rear…” He laughed at that, the Sommer’s joined him in his laugh.

The Maiden only scowled, “Luck favors the foolish it seems.” Her voice a raspy whisper, she ran her hand along Lightning”s side, “such costumes, and skin tight… little sluts playing at hero…”

The rest seemed to shy away from her. The Sommer’s let their hands wander along Lightning”s front, “there’s absolutely nothing wrong with these darling outfits.” Lariss commented, the hand running downwards, along the smooth curve the leotard until it dipped between Lightning’s legs, “they are all sooooo darling aren’t they dear?” Lightning’s hands clenched and she rose upwards a bit, exhaling a soft sigh while the hand lingered there between her legs.

Kyle nodded, his hand between the two heroines, clearly attracted to the softer looking Lightning, stroking down her back, to her soft rear, pressed tightly to the pink haired heroines rear, he cupped there, meeting his wife”s fingers, between the heroines legs, “such warmth as well.”

Askinya gently separated the two hands, pushing them away from the heroines’ bodies. “You know the rules; nothing sexual on the floor.” He then grinned, “After you get one of these beauties back to your place though…” He let the sentence trail.

Lariss gushed, “Ohhh Kyle we positively must have one, imagine her wriggling body between us… “

Kyle looked aroused, barely contained, “It has been a long time since I’ve had a virgin… all you sell are used goods Askinya, heroines are supposed to be virgins.” His hands aching to return to the barely hidden pussy under the leotard.

The Maiden laughed, “not all… though sometimes they are led to believe that their powers are tied to the virginities” She paused, and looked squarely at the couple, her eyes glinting with the promise of the madness that was rumored about her, “Many are indeed virgins, but after I’ve deflowered them they still remain quite powerful.”

Sheikh Saaed growled lowly under his breath, “This hair is it real… such an odd color… “ The prince knew the rules well, and had only resorted to lifting the short skirt of the heroine, discovering as Askinya already knew, that the pink hose was covered by a tight pair of blue spandex panties that matched her dress, “Does she match?” He seemed quite interested in finding out.

Askinya could only shrug, “I have absolutely no idea, we sometimes dress them, bathe them…” But he winked at the Sheikh, “for these though, I thought in pristine condition and untouched would be preferable. After all who would not want to unwrap these treasures themselves?”

Fogerty was ancient, his hands trembling, they were cupping Lightning’s breast, squeezing it then in turn he would wander over to squeeze the pink haired smaller chest. “They are small… nothing like Marvel Girl…” he said with a grin, his bent form hobbled around the heroines, but he turned to the Maiden, his eyes widening like a school child… if that school child was rumored to be over a hundred. “Virgin? Marvel Girl was no virgin…. but one of these…” His hands returned to Lightning’s breast, trembling and stroking while he touched, she was soon trying to pull back from his hands.

The Maiden only shook her head, “What are you asking for them?”

Askinya”s smile broadened, “As you can imagine quite expensive….”

Fogerty had his driver head back slowly, across his lap lay the sprawled form of Lightning, her rear raised up enticingly towards him directly across his lap. Her bound form, wrists tied behind her back, and her ankles and thighs also bound tightly together kept her helpless. His shaking hands caressed the firm pert rear that was lifted up, “Perhaps virginity is indeed the key… “

His fingers slide along her back, feeling the tight fitting spandex, “its okay dear… soon you’ll be awake and if what I hope is true… you will be quit pleased to know that your body will soon furnish me with long life!” he giggled inanely as he tugged on the hidden seam near her neck loosening the spandex along her back, he tugged on the tiny zipper until it bared more and more of her creamy skin.

“When I was younger I would’ve had my way with you… “ The fingers pulled the zipper lower still until it slide over a slight bump, the red silken strap of a bra revealed, “But these days… well I have my issues…” his voice was quavering as he pushed her hair away from the revealed skin.

Lightning’s only response was a slight moan, her body trembled though, “she”s waking up Baxter please get us home…” Another spasm shot through her body while his fingers worked the zipper downwards until it stopped at the small of her back, the line of creamy youthful skin revealed was making the old man tremble with a growing lust, his eyes constantly drawn to the red silk strap.

Baxter slowed the car and pulled it into the ancient mansion, considerably older then its owner. The giant of a man, his face inscrutable, got out of the car and opened the door for his master, “Carry our guest for me will you please Baxter?”

Baxter grabbed the young awakening heroine and lifted her over his shoulder with only a,”Yes sir.” His hand resting on her thighs, the normally placid man could not help but run his hands along the dark red tights she wore.

Lightning, her feet clad back in the boots she wore, and her belt back on her waist, was starting to come too, more trembles and spasms shot through her body and a muffled weak moan escaped her lips.

Fogerty gripped her blonde hair and pulled it to the side, “not to worry, soon… very soon…” The old man hobbled after his servant, growing more and more eager at the prospect of what he would soon be doing to the young heroine.

The room they carried her into was stark compared to the lavish furnishings above, around it sat machinery, modern medical equipment, and glass jars, a hundred items that Fogerty no longer knew what they were used but just for the experience, painful, terrifying, and intrusive that they brought to his subjects. The centerpiece of the room was a steel reinforced reclining chair, straps were placed all along it, wires ran up and along its side were various mechanical arms, Lightning was starting to wake up now, and her head thrashed from side to side, “where .. where am I..” she tried to ask desperately trying to get a view of where she was.

Her bound body was helpless to Baxter who effortlessly lifted her up, as soon as her eyes spied the chair she screamed, her blue eyes wide, “oh god no no no …” she writhed desperately as she was lowered to it, trying to break free of the bonds that held her, but she was still weak.

Fogerty watched all of this with a grin, he busied himself powering on machinery, the lights coming on with a dim hum, “not to worry my dear, by all reports you should live wonderfully fine through all this…” he paused, a sinister look crossing his face, “and I promise to let you go once I am young again…”

Baxter pushed the squirming heroine down onto the chair, easily holding her body down while he untied her wrists and elbows before flipping her over again. Her hands snapped up and shocks went through him as she strained to get her powers. “No no! Let me go!” Her cries grew more desperate as he manhandled her hands down and strapped them into place, leather cuffs going around them. “You won’t get away with this!”

Lightning bucked and twisted, but the huge man had experience doing this, and when her wrists were in place he went to work on her ankles and thighs, untying them, he spread them apart, not wide but far enough to give the doctor … “access” … leather cuffs were wrapped around her thighs and secured. Returning to her feet, he undid the zippers along the side of her yellow boots and pulled them off her feet, tossing them to the side, her hose clad soles waved helplessly as they were strapped in. Finally standing back, he stared down at her mute.

“Please … let me go. I haven’t done anything… I don’t even know who you are!” Lightning’s bright blue eyes stared out fearfully at the imposing man, his silence intimidating her. She bucked and pulled straining to break free of the cuffs but her strength was non existent, occasionally sparks would shoot from her fingers as her powers started to return.

Fogerty approached her, staring down into her eyes, his old filmy dark eyes never leaving hers, “she is pretty isn’t she Baxter?”

Baxter nodded and only replied with a “Yes Sir.”

Lightning breathing grew quicker as she looked at the ancient man, “what ... what are you going to do? Look… you won’t get away with this…” Her voice quavered as she tugged again on the bonds, “So you better just let me go…”

Fogerty grinned like a school child again, “What am I going to do with you?” He asked, “Its so much better to experience it… but you will help me be young again…” his dry chuckle broke into a wheeze, his eyes noticed the sparks, “meta”s it took me a while to come up with this…”

Baxter knowing his task pulled Lightning’s head up and held it in place. The ancient man took a silvery gleaming crown from one of the many dangling wires and slipped it down over Lightning’s blonde head, it tightened almost immediately to fit her head. “There… it worked for others like Marvel Girl… it should work for you.” He flipped a switch.

Lightning’s scream echoed through the room as she arched up high in her bonds, bucking as the lights on the diadem brightened, each one lit in succession. Her screams grew in pitch as she shook her head violently, “please take it off!!!” She screamed, her body outlined in the taut material that hugged her every curve.

Fogerty watched with amusement, Baxter dispassionately stared as the heroine’s desperate gasps grew into more pain filled wheezes and then suddenly she collapsed into the chair, breathing hard, tears streaming from her eyes. Her fingers no longer shooting off the sparks that had shocked him

Fogerty looked quite pleased, “there… that worked well wouldn’t you say?” Lightning could only whimper in response, her head turned to the side she bit back a sob.

“Now then, you’ll forgive the crudeness but I do have my affectations, after all I think the humiliation is part of it.” Reaching above, he pulled down a thick looking flesh colored phallus, at the tip was a small opening, a tube running into it from behind, an adjustable ring along the center held straps. He turned the dazed heroine’s face upwards and pushed it against her lips, “open wide Lightning…”

Lightning was too weak to fight effectively but she tried to keep her mouth closed tightly, the thick rubbery thing rubbing against her lips, “mmmff! Nfff!” finally Baxter had to intervene pinching her nose shut for several long seconds before she forced out a breath. The thick thing went into her mouth gagging her, her red glossed lips spread wide around it, sealing a perfect circle.

Fogerty lifted her head up and allowed Baxter to tighten it, “Try to hold it in place Lightning… “he tapped the ring around it showing how it would slide up and down, “we would not want you to choke on it.” A fearful whimper greeted him as she stared up at him with her blue eyes.

The long tube though was connected to a jar, turning a nozzle started the drip, a thick fluid started to fill the tube and move through it towards the helpless heroine’s mouth. Her eyes watched the encroaching liquid with terror, “nnfff fffsee!” she tried to mouth through her gagged lips as it drew closer and closer.

“Just swallow it down like a good subject… you all resist at first…” he said, “but you eventually suck it down whether you want to or not…” Lightning’s sob was his only reply, as the thick liquid touched the back of her mouth, her throat bobbed as she swallowed.

“While you are busy swallowing your medicine lets get you out of your wonderful costume…” Fogerty’s hands seemed to take on an extra tremble at the thought, “all of these wires just aren’t for show…” Lightning’s hand clenched but her throat worked as more of the liquid flowed into her mouth.

Baxter started at her neck, the old man only watched; her costume already opened from behind by the seam was easy to pull down, stretching between her shoulders the straps of her red bra over her pert chest. All the while the young heroine could only wriggle and swallow… her throat constantly working as the vile liquid was pumped into her mouth.

The belt was then removed, leathery and segmented it was carefully stored to the side, “for further evaluation” Fogerty said with a wicked smile, her costume was to be kept intact.

The leotard was worked all the way down, pulled down between her legs and then lower till it went around her ankles, stripped off her body coldly, while a perverted old man simply watched. Her silky red bra hide her breasts from his prying eyes but she knew they would soon take that from her. Her tights were tight around her waist, but beneath them was the tempting site of her panties, red silk protectively covering her pussy.

“mmfffsee…” was the only resistance she could offer, her heart pounding, eyes feasting on her near nude body.

Baxter paused, letting his master appreciate the view, “it has been such a long time since I have seen such lovely flesh…” Fogerty”s hands touching her bound wrists. Baxter was thorough, and methodically unlocked each wrist, but without her powers she was only a normal helpless girl. She strained and fought him, her fingers clawing but he pulled the sleeves of her leotard off her regardless and soon had her wrists rebound.

Fogerty’“s breathing was hard, his scented breath was on her skin, reeking of his ancient decay, he was staring intently at her bra, occasionally wandering down to the hidden silken panty.

Baxter pulled on the tights, gliding them down over her legs. Baring the panty, the red silk standing out against her creamy bare skin, her lean legs exposed to their hungry eyes. The panty was a simple bikini cut, modest over the hips, and slightly puffed over her pussy, the fine texture of her muff hidden beneath it.

“There is nothing like a lovely woman just in her skivvies” Fogerty commented, his eyes locking on her breasts, his eyes never moved, and indeed Lightning could feel a tightness around her bra, a faint tingling as she dutifully sucked down the thick liquid. “Mmfff…ffsee fftpp…” she tried to whimper out between swallows.

Fogerty reached up and grabbed more wires, placing them with his shaking hands along her young skin, his rough ancient fingers touching her smooth soft skin, as he attached them along the top of her exposed cleavage, more around her temples, and a few along her stomach, two went between her thighs, her body went taut, his quavering fingers near the promise of her pussy. The warmth drawing them for an instant as they rubbed over silken panty. “ahhhhh…”

Baxter worked patiently as well, her ankles were undone one at a time and her tights and her leotard was pulled off her, the young heroine soon left only in her bra and panty

“Lets see if she’s worth what we paid for her…” Lightning’s eyes closed, soon to be naked for these too, her heart pounded, but she could barely move, let alone generate electricity, her breathing quickened as the hands moved beneath her back, the thick vile liquid forcing her to swallow every so often or drown. “ffnn….” Tugging futilely as they unhooked her bra strap and lifted the bra cups from her chest baring her hidden nipples

Her pert mounds were nearly perfect, the proud C cups tipped in pink nipples that faded into the soft flesh. But what worried her greatly, what terrified her so much was that they were feeling incredibly tight, her nipples standing at stiff attention. The skin around them firm, the nipples themselves were puffed, swollen, and darkening in color

Fogerty made a slight disappointing sound, “Mmmm small but somehow … cute…” Her eyes closed in humiliation tears leaking from them, her muffled protests lost. “Still though worth milking and if it is true…”

Lightning”s eyes snapped open, understanding finally the true intent of her captor, “MMMLKNGG!?” she screamed straining upwards, bucking up and down, an enticing display as her pussy danced for them.

They were patient though, waiting for her to calm down as Fogerty watched his eyes on those pert young breasts, and the firmness about them that seemed to be growing. All the while she sucked down the thick liquid that was forced into her mouth, her chest heaving, bouncing as she strained, and gasping with each little drink. Her nipples growing more puffy and darker, straining and fit to burst processing the thick liquid that she was being force fed.

Fogerty reached over, his fingers closing around her nipple, Lightning shook her head desperately, “nnfff!” she screamed into her thick gag, his fingers gave the nipple a sharp pinch, her body arched upwards and a spurt of thick milk shot from her, her horrified eyes following the stream as it splashed to the floor.

“I’d say she’s quite ripe wouldn’t you Baxter?” Fogerty was positively glowing with his delight at the heroines helpless state.

Baxter nodded, “yes Sir.” he responded, helping his boss lower the long tubes, with the clear plastic cups downwards, Lightning could only watch in growing fear, “nfff... ffseee... ffsee...” she moaned pitifully, as the cups were brought towards her breasts.

Lightning shook her head wildly, her blonde hair tossing and straining desperately trying to find any way to get free. “FFSSE... FFUU CCNNTT!” she screamed into her gag, choking a bit on the thick liquid. The clear globes sealed around her breasts, a faint suction started, easy at first, pulling her firm breasts and pink nipples deeper into the cones. A long shuddering groan came from her lips as she arched her back whimpering at the sensation.

Fogerty stroked the blonde hair from her face, wiping at the tears that were forming, “now don’t be sad heroine… you are helping an old man get his life back.” His grin showed yellow teeth. “Turn it to full power Baxter.”

“Yes Sir…” the giant responded without emotion, turning a dial slowly on the machine moving it ever upwards.

The suction on Lightning’s breasts grew, pulling them more and more into the cups, until the swollen pink nipples were near the nozzles, at the very bottom of the nozzles were small rubber rollers, which suddenly clenched tight around the nipples in alternating patterns. First one nipple then the other, at each clench, rich creamy heroine milk shot into the tubes, and each one elicited a sharp scream from the young heroine.

Her back arched, and her breasts in the process of being milked, the wicked old man snipped the straps of her bra over her shoulders finally pulling it completely free off her. Her entire body trembled, taut like a bow, and arched, Baxter’s eyes never seemed to leave the site of her pink nipples being alternately pulled and tugged into the nozzles and squeezed.

The two watched her for what seemed like interminably long minutes, for her they seemed to stretch on for hours, as the potent heroine essence was sucked down the tubes and into the processing machine. It mixed and combined, and finally after several minutes of waiting, a single drop was squeezed out into a large container. “There you go Lightning, see? There is an end in sight at least… all you have to do is fill that.”

Lightning’s eyes widened as she saw the size of a container and how little it seemed to fill with each drop of her milk, the slow steady pumping of her breasts continuing unabated. She trembled and then broke into tears closing her eyes tightly.

Fogerty shook his head, “As long as you remain wonderfully productive and sucking on your medicine it should take no more then say … Oh I don’t know… fifteen, maybe twenty hours or so.” His eyes again wandering against her lightly sweated body. “But I am not without my kindness.” He said picking up a small butterfly shaped toy.

His ancient trembling fingers grazed along her body again, stroking the soft skin as it wandered down to the band of satin that stretched from her panties over her hips. Fogerty was visibly drooling over the anticipation. Lightning kept her eyes totally closed as the milking seemed to continue, her panties tugged downwards, inch by inch by the perverse ancient man. First revealing the soft curls of her muff, a wispy puff of wheaten curls nestled under the red panty, then finally her pink slit, slightly moist, her thighs clenching.

“Virgin pussy, it has been so very long, hasn’t it Baxter?” Fogerty’s eyes leaned close to study it in intimate detail, licking his lips and inhaling the tangy scent of the abused heroine. Her screams having resided to soft moans and gasps as the pinches on her nipples continued, she seemed barely aware of the intimate study of her untouched pussy, and never noticed the small butterfly shaped plastic until it was against her pussy.

The rise and fall of her breathing, in tune with the pumping on her breasts, skipped a beat, but as the butterfly settled into place, and her panties were pulled back up covering the tangle of blonde curls, she seemed to relax again. Fogerty gently patted her between her legs, causing her eyes to clench tighter for a second. “I promised that I was kind…” he touched a small button on the side of the table, and the butterfly between her legs suddenly began buzzing with a quick vibration.

Lightning’s eyes shot open and she arched higher in her bonds, gasping loudly, “and I absolutely promise that your virginity will be intact, after all it is as important to me as it is to you.” He grinned down at her, staring into her wide eyes as she looked up at him, but this will help you keep going through the night.

The buzzing was random, pausing for seconds or up to minutes, then stopping again for indeterminate amounts of time, each time the buzzing started the heroine bucked helplessly, trying to dislodge it from her red panties to no avail. Her sobbing grew more frantic as the two turned away from her. “Nfff! Ffttppp fooo fnntt ffvvee ffeee!” she screamed into her gag, the thick liquid having already spilled from the corner of her lips slowly pooled around her blonde hair.

Fogerty stood up, walking across the room to the container, enjoying the sounds of gasps and whimpers. He tapped the side of it and then pulled the tube from the top of it, holding it over his mouth. Lightning’s blue eyes turned to him, staring at him and clenching shut from time to time, the suckling on her breasts were already causing her nipples to start to ache. As she watched horrified at this perverse and ancient creature, a drop of the potent heroine essence formed at the end of the tube and fell into his mouth. “Ahhh I feel younger already… my suspicions were right.”

Fogerty returned the tube back to the container, crossing his arms, “Yes Lightning, you are a fountain of youth indeed, and I look forward to getting rich off your body.” Long sobs came from the helpless heroine as she clawed desperately into the air, fear gripping her at the thought of an eternity as a helpless prisoner, around her thighs sticky moistness gathered. The old man, aided by his giant helper moved towards the door.

Fogerty turned back to her, at the door and glancing in a final time as the lights in the small lab were dimmed, “I am an old man Lightning, I need my rest.” The lights dimmed to darkness, and the room was only lit by the displays and lights one machines. Her helpless moans and cries filled the air as her body was used, her panties staining with her juices, left alone in the room. All the while the pumping and milking of her breasts continued, the streams of milk slowly dripping into the container, drop by drop it grew.

Fogerty left the young heroine to her own tortures for the remainder of the night, though all of it was recorded for playback later, her body laid out and restrained it writhed helplessly for several hours, growing weaker and weaker, until only weak moans came from her, the thick juice force fed into her drooling from her lips, her hips pumping up and down in timing with the vibrator between her legs. Her proud breasts remained firm and youthful through it all though, her pink nipples aching and red as the night wore on. Fogerty’s attention was focused solely on her, and as such never realized the danger he had brought home

Askinya had been correct, and it was shortly afterwards that Tempest showed up. She was the side kicks mentor and had been looking for her since she had disappeared the day before, finally tracking her down. The powerful heroine tore through the house and found her young side kick being violated. Lightning’s eyes unseeing, shattered from her ordeal, lay on the chair strapped in and unmoving even when Tempest brought down the door to her prison.

Tempest had been horrified at the discovery, quickly pulling the breasts free from their prison, ending the heroines milking and pulling the thick phallus from her mouth. It took her some time to realize the buzzing toy in Lightning”s red silk panties however and she gingerly reached through wheaten curls to pull it free a sated gasp coming from Lightning as she slumped down into the chair in relief.

Fogerty and Baxter were slow to react, but luckily Tempest’s concern for her sidekick gave the pair plenty of time to get out of the house, with several containers of Lightning’s milk. The container in the room had been just for show, a cruel attempt to dishearten the captives he had used there, the true product of the heroines milking had been stored secretly, and the long night had resulted in several gallons of rich heroine milk.

Tempest helped dress the shattered sidekick, Lightning’s body trembling from the night of violation, her breasts aching she flinched when her costume was brought over them, finally covering herself, her hands clenching the vibrator that had been used to bring her so much discomfort and pleasure. The two heroines searched through the house and could not find any sign of the sickly old man who had inflicted the night of milking on Lightning.

What ever became of the pink haired heroine! Who bought her? What is her story? Do you have a preference of the villains offered who you would like to see torment a lovely magical girl? Drop me an email and I will create the story to go along with it: eda104@gmail.com