THE SCARLET
WITCH VS REGENT
HERO UNDONE: A FALL FROM GRACE
By Yenoc and Scarlet
WARNING: This story contains sexual situations
and violence
(nc, MF). It is to be read by
adults
only. If this sort of material is not
to your
liking, then read no further.
Part II.
Chapter
8. Recap of Part I
His request
to be granted membership in the
mighty
Avengers having been turned down yet
again,
the costumed vigilante called Regent had
finally
toppled from the precarious tightrope
on which
he had been performing a balancing act
for far
too long.
The line
separating the forces of Good and Evil
has always
been thin. In this day and age of
social
and technological complexities, the line
blurs
quickly and a person can easily lose sight
of their
beliefs regarding what is worth
fighting
for.
Leading
the life of a hero can be a cold and
thankless
existence...with little or no
compensation
and gratitude. True heros,
however,
do not concern themselves with pats on
the back
or material rewards.
Heros
take up the fight for truth and justice
because
they feel that they have something to
contribute
to society..abilities and talents
they can
to use for the benefit of mankind.
These
are just and noble traits that few of us
can honestly
say we exhibit. However, there is
a saying
that no good deed goes unpunished.
With the
endless strife and violence in the
world
today, it is almost impossible to know
right
from wrong. The good guys don't always
wear white
hats anymore..nor do the bad guys
always
don the black ones.
The cruel
war between Light and Darkness is an
everlasting
one. It is as aged as the dawn of
time,
and will continue to rage on until either
the forces
of Heaven of Hell are deemed
victorious.
In every
war there are casualties..sometimes a
physical
body, sometimes a person's mind. This
is the
story of one such casualty...a tale of
one man
who took up the fight for Good, but lost
his place
on the path of Light somewhere along
the way.
He fell off the line separating black
and white,
and plunged into an area of grey that
soon led
him to the dark side of human nature.
For every
villain arrested or taken down..at
least
three more will rise to take their place.
However,
who will come forth, or even notice,
when a
hero falls into the void?
Regent
has vowed to make the mighty Avengers
take notice!
He has just defeated the Scarlet
Witch
after a daring invasion of their complex,
and is
in the process of abducting her.
Chapter
9. Special Delivery
Regent
quickly appropriated one of the Avengers'
Quinjets
and roughly dumped the unconscious
Scarlet
Witch into a rear passenger seat, making
sure to
tightly bind her wrists and ankles with
rope so
that she wouldn't be a problem if she
awoke
before arrival at their destination.
The failed
hero piloted the stolen jet with ease
and exact
precision. His former military
background
once again coming in handy. Thanks to
the training
given to him by good old Uncle Sam,
he was
an ace pilot and could operate just about
any craft
capable of flight.
The Quinjet
streaked swiftly through the sky,
and soon
arrived at Regent's base of operations
located
in the wilds of upstate New York. The
warrior
had come across the facility almost two
years
earlier, and the place suited his needs
well.
Under
Regent's expert control, the Quinjet
hovered
momentarily over the grounds of the
enclosed
property, and then landed in what had
once been
a parking lot in front of the
compound's
main building.
Regent's
den of inequity had once been a private
'hospital'
that catered to patients with severe
mental
problems and disorders. In truth, the
facility
had once been an asylum for the
criminally
insane.
The asylum
had been shut down in the 1960s when
state
authorities had learned that the place was
run by
an unscrupulous doctor who did not take
the
Hippocratic oath to heart. The physician had
in essence
been a mad scientist who conducted
brutal
and butcherous medical experiments on the
patients
under his care.
After
the lid had been blown off the doctor's
operations,
the state had closed the institution,
and had
done it's best to cover up the horrible
atrocities
that had taken place in the hospital.
The facility
had remained closed and forgotten
until
Regent had come across the building and
grounds
during his travels some 30 years later.
The felonious
cad had learned of the facility's
gruesome
history and decided to call the place
home,
since it served his needs so well. The
institution
was in the middle of a wilderness
area,
with the nearest town being 60 miles away.
Regent
was pleased with himself; he had invaded
the Avengers'
compound and kidnapped the Scarlet
Witch.
As an added bonus, he now possessed one
of their
hi-tech Quinjets for himself. The rogue
smiled
broadly as he effortlessly hoisted the
chloroformed
Scarlet Witch over his shoulder and
quickly
entered the main building of his lair.
The secluded
hideout, fittingly named 'The Gemini
Institute,'
still looked like a hospital from the
outside,
and for all intent purposes it still
functioned
in that capacity. However, Regent had
had the
structure refurbished with the financial
aid of
a silent partner in Gotham City. Regent
had done
most of the remodeling himself, and had
added
his own special touches to the place.
The ex-soldier
purposefully wheeled Scarlet down
the
white-colored hallway on a gurney, passing
several
rooms that had once been cells for the
hospital's
inmates. Most of the rooms still
functioned
as holding chambers.
Soon,
Regent wheeled the gurney into what once
had been
a medical operating room. The size of a
small
gymnasium, the room had white plaster walls
and a
glistening white-tiled floor. The room was
kept at
a cool temperature and had an antiseptic
odor to
it.
The room
was self-contained, having its own
generator
which could be used as a power source
during
electrical outages. There were several
tables
set up in the room that was filled with
papers,
various pieces of machine parts, and
glass
beakers and test tubes.
Mounted
over the table in the center of the room
was a
large device that resembled some kind of
laser
cannon. This piece of intricate equipment
was actually
an experimental medical beam that
had been
developed by the government during a
now-suspended
secret conspiracy as a tool to
either
control or eradicate the threat of the
Homo sapiens
superior subspecies.
Regent
had learned of the beam from his contacts
at
S.H.I.E.L.D. He had worked for the organization
in the
past and still knew people on the inside
who were
greedy.
The fiendish
looking instrument was positioned
20 feet
off the ground, supported by a steel
girder
framework on its sides. There were several
cables
and wires leading like umbilical cords
from the
device's weapon-like barrel; they
connected
to various computer banks and
terminals
spread throughout the large room.
The technical
name for the device was 'Mark 6
Cerebral
Projector.' Regent simply called it the
Mark 6.
It had taken him six months to learn how
to operate
the device and understand what it did
when in
operation.
The Mark
6 had a large, grey, metal globe about
the size
of a wrecking ball centered at the rear
of a long,
cylindrical, barrel-like tube which
had a
diameter of five feet. The globe was the
firing
mechanism of the Mark 6.
The globe
generated a beam that progressed down
the
nine-foot-long tube, which was constructed
of a clear
space-age polymer that resembled
plastic
and contained many red-hued rings inside
of it.
The end of the tube closed into a small
round
hole that housed a cone-shaped projector
from which
the beam ultimately discharged.
The Scarlet
Witch sighed softly in her bonds and
began
to stir slightly. Regent quickly loosened
the heroine's
bonds and removed Scarlet's cloak
and tiara.
The rogue
lifted the limp form of the heroine
from the
gurney and swiftly carried her over to
the stainless
steel examination table below the
cone-shaped
projector. The table was welded to
steel
brackets that let the surface be adjusted
at angles
ranging from horizontal to vertical;
it was
presently set in vertical mode.
Regent
carefully placed Scarlet against the table
and held
her in place as he quickly strapped her
down.
He adroitly fixed leather straps over the
heroine's
upper and lower legs, waist, lower and
upper
arms, and chest..making sure to buckle the
straps
tightly so that she had very little
capability
of movement. Finally, he deftly secured
a small
strap over her forehead and tied it down.
That done,
he walked over to the control panel for
the beam
and warmed the device up.
The Scarlet
Witch's eyelids slowly began to
flutter
open as the drug used to subdue her began
to finally
wear off. She was aware of strange
sounds
before she was really cognizant of her
surroundings..or
began to remember the battle
with Regent
at the Avengers' mansion.
Regent
busily worked the various buttons and
levers
used to control and direct the large,
experimental
beam generator. The room was
suddenly
awash with strange humming sounds as
the machinery
warmed up and became active.
There
was a loud screech of metal as gears fixed
under
the huge tube started to crank, and the
giant
barrel was slowly positioned about until
the conical
projector was aimed at Scarlet's
position.
Regent
looked over and saw the crimson-clad
heroine
stirring, but only smiled as he ran off
a checklist
for the machines operation.
The Scarlet
Witch sighed slightly as she slowly
came out
of her drug-induced stupor...the
featureless,
white ceiling high above her head
slowly
began to come into focus. She suddenly
realized
she couldn't move..was strapped tightly
down..and
one word rang abruptly through her
clouded
brain...'REGENT!!!'
Regent
finally finished marking off the checklist
he was
holding, and laid his clipboard down on a
table
next to the control panel. The Mark 6
suddenly
lit up as the warm-up cycle neared its
completion.
The sinister
looking ray gun began emitting a
rhythmic
thrumming sound as device became fully
activated.
Small red and white lights encrusted
on the
body of the tube became illuminated, and
the uppermost
of the red rings inside the clear
plastic
gun barrel lit up.
"Welcome
back from nap time Scarlet," Regent
quipped
sarcastically as he looked up from the
controls
to address his victim.
The Scarlet
Witch's gold-flecked blue eyes
slowly
focused on the supposed hero beside her.
"Re...gent...wh...what...are...you...doing?
Release
me...or...or...I will...hex you...hex
you...until.."
the befuddled heroine stammered.
Regent
studied the mutant with obvious disgust.
He quickly
pushed two more buttons on the control
panel
and the next red barrel-ring lit up. "Don't
tell me
what to do, Mutie. Unlike you and the rest
of your
loser team, I'm not a lap dog who
crumbles
when spoken to in that tone of voice,"
the rogue
spat back angrily.
The Scarlet
Witch's eyes began to more clearly
focus
on the man beside her, and she sensed more
than saw
the strange gun-like projector pointed at
her
head.
"Release
me...you know I can't control my power
without
the use of my scepter. If I begin casting
probability
altering hex spheres, anything might
happen!
Your atoms could be scattered across the
known
universe!" Scarlet demanded weakly with
slurred
speech.
Chapter
10. Time Runs Out
The Scarlet
Witch began generating a probability
altering
sphere...at the last minute she began
focusing
on the gun-like projector, rather than
Regent,
and a green aura suddenly closed in and
enveloped
the machine from all sides...but
nothing
happened...a dud hex!
Regent
rolled his eyes as he listened to the
Scarlet
Witch try to blow smoke up his ass
and intimidate
him into releasing her. "Yadda,
yadda,
yadda," he chortled as he moved his
right
hand quickly over to a touch keypad and
nimbly
punched in a serious of numbers, the
code for
locking the projector into the firing
cycle.
The former
hero flipped three green switches
on the
panel, and the remaining barrel rings
lit up,
giving off an ominous red glow...the
cables
behind the gun writhed on the floor as
the device
consumed power.
"Oh, poor
witchy! I guess your power fizzled out.
Well you
won't have to be concerned about those
pesky
unstable powers of yours for much longer,"
Regent
chided sardonically. He smiled wickedly.
"You see
slut..er, I mean Scarlet, this little
toy of
mine will solve that problem for you," he
maliciously
informed the frightened heroine with
a smug
expression on his face.
The Scarlet
Witch gasped loudly as she tried to
grasp
the meaning of the rogue's words. 'No! Not
possible!'
flashed through her muddled mind.
Regent
quickly pushed the last button needed to
activate
the Mark 6. He grinned evilly, and
casually
put on a pair of black-tinted welder's
goggles.
He then stepped behind a seven-foot-high
lead folding
shield to keep safe from the beam.
He counted
slowly to 30...the projector abruptly
fired
at its target.
A small,
thin red beam of energy discharged from
the end
of the massive device..the beam bathed
Scarlet's
head in a crimson aura. Heat surrounded
her face
as the Mark 6 projected the eerie energy
beam;
it produced a steady energy stream and soft
reddish
light for exactly two minutes, then the
the machine
started to automatically shut itself
down.
Regent
walked out from behind the shield as the
Mark 6
began powering down, quipping with
practiced
sarcasm, "There that wasn't so bad now
was
it?"
The Scarlet
Witch desperately cast a hex at the
machine
as her skull was bathed for the final
seconds
in the eerie crimson aura....nothing at
all
happened...she felt strange...she focused her
hex on
Regent and cast again...once more nothing
happened,
except the same strange, dead feeling!
In desperation
the crimson-clad Avenger changed
tactics
and suddenly used witchcraft to create
water
within the spherical end of the machine as
the reddish
aura was beginning to finally fade
away along
with the low, rhythmic thrumming sound.
With a
violent electrical discharge...the machine
suddenly
exploded just as it was winding down.
Regent
dropped quickly into a crouch as the Mark
6 incinerated
from the mutant/witches last ditch
effort
to save herself. The machine sparked and
started
to smoke as its wiring caught fire.
Scarlet
groaned weakly, "That machine...my hex
power...what
have you done?" She tried
desperately
to cast a hex once again at Regent.
Nothing
happened..her brain felt strangely numb.
"What
have you done to me, you bastard?!" she
screamed
loudly, terror evident in her voice.
Overhead
sprinklers abruptly turned on over the
burning
wreckage of the projector and quickly
put the
fires out..leaving the machine a giant,
smoking
pile of junk. Regent slowly stood up and
looked
in bitter disappointment at the pile of
twisted
metal...he promptly ran over to the
immobile
Scarlet Witch and drove his fist hard
into her
stomach.
Before
Scarlet had even finished her 'ooooofff,'
Regent
backhanded her hard across the face, "You
bitch!"
he screamed in rage. "Do you know how much
that thing
was worth?"
The Scarlet
Witch gasped loudly in pain from the
sudden,
violent blows, and tears came to her eyes
as she
answered weakly, "I know nothing about that
machine...including
its value..save that it seems
to have
effected my mutant powers..powers granted
to me
by the process of evolution itself! I ask
again...what
have you done?!"
The former
sentinel of justice glared at Scarlet,
his eyes
wide and a wild look of rage crossing his
face.
His upper lip twitched nervously, as though
he might
snap at any second.
The man
abruptly took a deep breath, calming
slightly,
shrugged, and in a quiet voice stated,
"Never
mind, I will recoup the financial loss by
selling
you, along with the other commodity, when
we are
finished."
Regent
then he proceeded to answer the sobbing
heroine's
question, gloating at the horror which
gradually
filled her face. "That little baby was
a piece
of hardware that I liberated from a
secret
project the government was undertaking to
find ways
to control or eliminate the mutant
threat.
I have just used the projector on you to
nullify
your powers."
"The device
will anesthetize the parts of your
brain
that make your mutant powers function. And
here is
the fun part. The scientists never got to
finish
their tests of the beam's effects. Funding
for the
project was cut off, and the machine was
moth-balled
until I appropriated it. With the
tests
unfinished, they never found out if the
effects
are temporary or permanant. Ain't that a
bitch?
Ha ha!" Regent scoffed sadistically at his
captive.
"Nooooooo!!
NOOOOOO!! This can't be!" the Scarlet
Witch
screamed and then concentrated hard, trying
once again
to form a probability altering field
around
Regent...nothing happened!
"NO!!!
It's true..my power..it's not functioning!
Ohhh...God...noooo....NOOO!!"
the quaking Avenger
struggled
desperately in her tight bonds, trying
to get
free!
Regent
bellowed with laughter as Scarlet tried
futilely
to use her hex powers, and thought that
the loss
of the machine was a fair price to pay
to see
the woman that betrayed him in such
mental
distress and anguish.
"Aw! what's
the matter, Scarlet? Not feeling so
high and
mighty now? Finding you are not so
special
any more?" Regent heckled the girl as he
delighted
in her pain.
The Scarlet
Witch's chest heaved as she cried.
She looked
mournfully up at her tormentor through
tear-stained
eyes, and in a cracking voice asked,
"WHY!!
Why! What did I do to you? Why? You were a
hero
once...now you destroy the gifts of nature!"
Scarlet
sobbed softly as she struggled helplessly
in her
bonds. She felt without hope...she knew
that none
of the magic spells she learned from
Agatha
Harkness would help her in this situation.
"What
do you want from me?" she asked softly.
Regent
chuckled softly and walked around the
table,
studying Scarlet...he noticed that she was
more
frightened than she had ever been before.
Suddenly
facing the loss of the very thing that
made her
special..set her apart from the rest of
humanity...having
never fit in anywhere until
she joined
the Avengers, had taken an obvious
toll on
her spirit.
"Gifts?
What you call gifts, I call a curse. You
betrayed
me and now you will pay," the rogue
declared
contemptuously.
"You blasted
genetic freaks get all the attention,
all of
the recognition and glory. The Avengers
won't
take me into their fold, but they will take
mutants
like you. That cannot be tolerated. You
are here
so that I can obtain a valuable product
from your
body. Then you will be sold into
slavery,"
a ranting Regent informed Scarlet with
his lips
curled up in a devilish grin.
"SLAVERY!!
No...that's not possible..slavery has
been
eliminated from this world! Human beings are
no longer
sold as they once were...you are lying!"
the Scarlet
Witch spat with acerbity.
"God,
you are a simpleton! Slavery is alive and
well in
other parts of the world, and after I am
through
with you, you will be sold. So get used
to being
owned property. You will be bought and
made to
serve a master. And I will be rich from
harvesting
you," the twisted man chortled,
beaming
with pride.
The Scarlet
Witch was still dazed and in shock
over the
loss of her hex power, but she still
had her
wits together enough to catch the
strange
words. In a quivering voice
she
stammered,
"Harvesting me...valuable product
from my
body..what are you talking about..NOO!!
You're
not going to steal my internal organs!!??"
Regent
shook his head in disbelief at how either
innocent
or stupid Scarlet was. He walked over
to a small
table and picked up a cloth and a
bottle
of chloroform. He purposefully covered
the rag
with the anesthetic, and moved back to
the bound
heroine where he slowly lifted the rag
to her
face and covered her nose and mouth with
the cloth.
As fumes
began to do their work, he said, "No
Scarlet..I
am going to harvest your breast milk."
The Scarlet
Witch moaned as she felt the chemical
covered
rag pressed against her face, and choked
out, "Harvest
my milk?..like a lowly animal..but,
that's
not possible..mammals don't lactate until
they have
given birth..I have no milk to give!"
With that
final feeble statement of biological
fact,
Scarlet passed out...claimed by the Land of
Nod. Regent
watched her sleep and simply smiled.
Chapter
11. Down on the Farm
Regent
methodically freed the Scarlet Witch from
her bonds,
and quickly caught the heroine in his
arms as
she fell limply from the examination
table.
He scooped her effortlessly up and carried
her
purposefully out of the operating room.
He swiftly
walked back out into the sterile,
blindingly
white hallway, and then carried the
unconscious
Avenger into what had once been a
holding
room for institute's patients. However,
the rogue
hero had remodeled the room and
adapted
it to fit the special project he was
about
to undertake.
The room
had been made to resemble a barn stall
for farm
animals!
There
was a miniature wooden barn door at the
entrance
to the room, and at the halfway point
from the
entrance to the back of the room,
halfway
as high as the walls, dark brown,
stained-wood
paneling attached to each wall
extended
toward the center of the room.
There
was a
three-and-one-half-foot gap in the center
of the
paneling. Hence, the barn stall look.
The walls
of the small room, which was college
dorm-room
sized, were constructed of granite
blocks
that were painted white. The ceiling of
the room
had been lowered to simulate a tin-
plated
roof sloping from the front of the
room towards
the back. Four wooden posts in
each corner
of the room supported this tin-roof
structure,
adding to the illusion.
The floor
of the stall was a solid block of
gray concrete.
The floor had been covered over
with freshly
cut layers of hay.
The room,
for all intended purposes, was now a
barn stall.
Regent had even somehow managed to
give the
place a the smell of penned up
livestock.
He wanted to make sure the Scarlet
Witch
felt right at home with her new career
as a milking
cow. He quickly entered the stall,
and carefully
dropped the heroine's unconscious
body gently
into the hay. He then set to work.
The Scarlet
Witch moaned softly as she landed
on the
hay covered floor...and stirred slightly
as the
drugs began to slowly wear off.
Chapter
12. Stocks and Bonds
While
the buxom Avenger was still out, claimed
by the
anesthetizing fumes, the rogue hero
quickly
removed her costume, and, smiling evilly,
strapped
her naked form into a strange kind of
device
that was located at the gap in the
stained-wood
paneling.
Regent
carefully positioned the slumbering
heroine
on her hand and knees, his right arm
gripping
securely under her flat stomach as he
held her
torso up, so that he could firmly
secure
Scarlet in her newest set of bonds.
The naked
Avenger was quickly forced into a
strange
parody of medieval stocks as the
villain
methodically adjusted her form; her
wrists
and ankles were tightly secured to the
ground
by metal clamps, forcing her to remain
in a kneeling
position.
Scarlet's
head was then maneuvered by Regent
between
two slats of one-inch-thick pine wood;
each slat
having six-inch-diameter half-circles
carved
out of their interior centers. The
man
pulled
the upper slat downward in its steel
sliding
frame, and deftly locked the slats of
wood together.
The young
heroine's pretty neck was now closely
encircled
by the lumber. The clamps around the
heroine's
limbs and at the base of the stocks
were attached
to the floor with titanium bolts.
The strange
stocks served to hold the heroine
off the
floor, freeing Regent to make
additional
preparations.
The Scarlet
Witch moaned weakly as she felt
herself
being roughly manhandled, the drugs now
rapidly
wearing off. "Whhhaaatt??" she managed
to ask
in spite of her clouded mind.
Her captor
saw Scarlet coming out of her stupor
and smiled
wickedly in anticipation. Regent
quickly
grabbed a small three-legged milking
stool
from off to the side and casually sat
down beside
the heroine. "Welcome back, Elsie,"
he quipped
sarcastically, and then burst out
laughing
at his inside joke.
"What...you
asshole...why have you chained
me like
this?!" the Scarlet Witch demanded to
know,
the ire obvious on her comely face.
The trapped
beauty tried to hex the villain
sitting
on the low stool beside her...then
she became
fully conscious and she remembered
the beam
that had some how stolen her god-
given
powers.
Scarlet
Witch screamed loudly at her enemy,
"NOOO!!
Let me go at once, or the Avengers will
take you
apart!!"
Regent
yawned, made a show of deliberately
looking
around the improvised barn stall, and
japed
sardonically, "What? You don't like your
new quarters,
Scarlet? I went to a lot of
trouble
to tailor this room especially for you;
it suits
our needs perfectly.
The military
man reached slowly under the Scarlet
Witch
with his right hand and started to gently
fondle
her dangling left breast. "Don't get
mouthy
with me, bitch. I took your powers and
wouldn't
think twice about taking your life," he
malignantly
announced.
The frightened
Avenger pulled hard at her bonds,
and tried
foolishly to pull her head out of the
wooden
stock closed around her neck..earning
a few
sharp slivers of wood for her troubles.
Scarlet
turned her head sideways and scowled
angrily
at her foe as she struggled helplessly
to get
free. "You...may or may not have take
my
powers...you may even kill me...but I will
never
surrender my will to you. Once, I thought
you were
a hero...now I know you are just a
common
kidnapper...I despise you Regent!" she
spat
venomously.
Regent
sighed in frustration and wondered who
wrote
the cheesy dialogs for these heroines. He
squeezed
her left breast firmly, and then let
his fingers
flick over her hardening nipple as
an
afterthought.
Chapter
13. Titillation
"Well
I am not too thrilled with you either,
Scarlet
Bitch! Don't think for a second I
wouldn't
end your life but for the fact that
you are
worth more money alive. I don't want to
break
your will; that will be the job of your
master
once you are sold. I only want you for
sexual
gratification and to milk these udders
of yours,"
Regent chided derisively, obvious
satisfaction
beaming from his face.
"Milk..you
can't get milk from my breasts.
You're
a fool, Regent...and as for sexual
gratification...I
will do my best to keep that
from you
as well! Rape me if you will..but it
will be
only my body..not my soul!" Scarlet
pledged
softly in an effort to retain her
dignity.
The rogue
looked in disgust at the Scarlet
Witch..hearing
her comment about having her
body and
not her mind, and dryly asked, "And
your point
is?"
"My point
is, you will get no pleasure from
me...nor
any milk..only childbirth will cause
lactation!"
Scarlet chirped shrilly at her
captor.
Regent
grinned broadly, pointing to a strange
shiny
object on the far side of the room as he
elaborated
about the device he had created,
"That
is a prototype heroine milking machine,
Scarlet.
I designed it myself, and it was built
with a
few special modifications, I call it the
Bovine
Milker 2000. To facilitate the procedure,
there
is a drug that I will first inject into
your abundant
breasts to induce lactation."
Regent
remained silent for a moment..looking
pensive,
then he suddenly malevolently stated,
"So you
see, I will get milk from you slut..you
have my
word on that. I have a special concoction
to insure
you lactate for me. And screw YOUR
pleasure!
All I care about is fucking your sweet
pussy!"
Scarlet
Witch shrieked in abject terror, "Don't
you dare
touch me you pervert...don't you dare!!"
Regent
tensed the muscles in his neck, and dug
his gloved
fingers deep into Scarlet's breast,
grabbing
the orb tightly and wrenching it harshly
around
on her chest. "Don't EVER tell me what to
do, whore!"
he spat angrily.
The Scarlet
Witch screamed loudly and pulled hard
again
at the wooden yoke around her neck as her
tender
breast was roughly bruised, "Stop hurting
me...why
don't you just let me go, there is no
gain in
this!" she protested shrilly.
The former
hero stood up suddenly up, bent over,
and slapped
Scarlet hard across the face, "Shut
your mouth!"
he roared, and then abruptly
stepped
quickly out of the stall.
Regent
walked swiftly over to the shiny device
on the
far side of the room. He quickly returned,
wheeling
the strange looking device behind him.
He smiled
deviously, turned the contraption
around,
and rolled it forward so that the
kneeling
heroine could see it more clearly.
The milking
machine resembled an industrial-
strength
wet vacuum. The bottom of the machine
was a
stainless steel, cylindrical vat with a
five-gallon
holding capacity. A person could
see their
reflection on the vat's mirror-like
surface.
The top of the machine was a black,
disc-shaped
cap that was attached to the bottom
cylindrical
portion by plastic clasps.
On the
rear of the milker was a self-contained
power
source that resembled a small lawn mower
engine.
It was encased in clear plastic casing
that also
muffled the sound of the sputtering,
wheezing
engine.
A shiny
metal handle bar ran from the machine's
base to
about one-and-a-half feet above the top
of the
device; it was attached between the
engine
and the vat. The milker had two small
shopping
cart wheels on the front bottom of the
vat, and
two large rubber wheels on the back
bottom
of the vat. The handle bar and wheels
aided
in maneuvering the machine around.
There
was an opening at the front of the vat
which
had two funnel-sized suctions cups
sticking
out of it. These were attached to two
pieces
of clear plastic tubing that were housed
inside
of the vat casing.
"What
the hell is that?? Noo!!!" Scarlet cried
stridently
out in fear.
The Scarlet
Witch turned red from anger and
began
shaking uncontrollably in fear...as she
suddenly
realized the evil villain Regent had
been serious
about his talk of milking...still
she couldn't
understand how he could be so
stupid
as to not understand that she was not
capable
of yielding what her body had never
ever
created!
"There's
no point in struggling. You'll never
break
free, heifer...well, soon to be former
heifer..soon
to be cow," chuckled the rogue hero,
giving
the shivering heroine a playful slap on
her rear.
Reaching
quickly into a bag, Regent pulled out a
small
hypogun and turned purposefully back to
the captive
girl. He walked back over to Scarlet,
and, with
a gleeful smile, kneeled down next to
her running
his fingers gently along her naked
back.
The rogue
roughly grabbed hold of the quivering
Avenger's
left breast, squeezing it tightly in
his fingers
as he carefully placed the hypogun
to the
plentiful mound of flesh.
There
was a soft FOOP! sound as the hypogun
fired,
sending a small needle lunging abruptly
into the
Scarlet Witch's captive breast. Once the
needle
had pierced her tender flesh, the gun
injected
a bluish solution into her firm globe.
The solution
was a mixture of special hormones
and chemicals
that were designed to induce
lactation
in females.
The Scarlet
Witch responded with a loud "OUCH!"
and some
incoherent protests. She tried to twist
her torso
and pull her stinging breast away from
the
manhandling fingers.
Seconds
later the experience was repeated as
Scarlet's
right breast got the same treatment;
with a
muffled 'FOOP!' it was injected with more
of the
solution. Regent took a minute to gently
roll the
heroines's nipple between his fingers
and tug
on the hardened tip.
The Scarlet
Witch screamed shrilly again, in
obvious
pain as her tender breast was injected
by the
hypogun, and practically turned purple
before
she could gain another breath.
Scarlet
suddenly gasped and her eyes widened,
surprise
evident on her reddened face. Almost
immediately
following the painful injections of
what she
knew must obviously be some chemical
derived
from the hormones prolactin and oxytocin,
her breasts
began to feel very strange.
The buxom
beauty could feel her already bounteous
breasts
rapidly beginning to swell slightly as the
dozen
or so lobules within each begin to fill with
liquid.
Her chest felt hot and tight.
"No...this
can't be happening. You pervert! Why
are you
doing this Regent! Why???!!" the
frightened
Scarlet Witch cried loudly out, her
voice
cracking.
"Shhh!
Hush, sweet Scarlet..Soon you will feel
your breasts
start to tighten. Then you'll feel
a strange
burning sensation in your breasts as
they will
start to swell up, signifying that
you are
beginning to produce milk in your
tissues;
both your breasts and nipples shall
become
more sensitive!" the scoundrel chortled
ecstatically.
"Give
into the sensations you feel and accept
them.
Lastly, your breasts will have some
increase
in size as they grow laden with milk,"
the mad
milker jovially explained to his human
bovine.
The Scarlet
Witch wailed shrilly in despair,
"Noo..this
can't be...I know what you say is
true...I
can feel it...but no one has ever
created
such drugs...damn you villains...why do
you all
have such a breast fixation...how will
you gain
from this, Regent?"
"We like
tits because you sluts prance around
in those
tight outfits and tease us with your
bodies.
You are to be the first of the bovine
heroine
livestock. You and the other Avengers
were correct
when you said I was dealing in
black
market goods these days," Regent answered
with a
loud laugh, finally admitting to the
accusations
of misconduct that Hawkeye had
raised
at the membership hearing the previous
week.
"The hero
business is not a profitable as it
should
be. I've had to resort to dealing on the
black
market to keep myself financially secure,"
the rogue
explained, still chuckling.
"It seems
there is a great demand for metahuman
genetic
material and fluids overseas. There is
an especially
high demand for hero semen and
heroine
breast milk," he paused to exhale, as
concluded
his self-fulfilling lecture.
"Black
market for heroine and hero fluids...how
perverse...how
futile...no matter what drug you
have just
used...you will get nothing from me
that will
bring you profit on the black market,"
Scarlet
said quietly, her blush gone and replaced
by a pale
pallor as she felt ready to faint...she
could
tell the strange chemical was reeking havoc
with her
hormonal balance!
Regent
shook his head in irritation and responded,
"Once
again you blind yourself to the truth and
deny reality.
The lactation process has already
started
in your bosom."
"The breast
milk is very popular in the far
eastern
Asian nations. It seems the Asian's
believe
that the milk from a lactating heroine
has medicinal
value to it. They believe the milk
can help
cure illness and keep a person healthy,"
the rogue
enthusiastically explained.
"They
also think of the milk is sort of an
aphrodisiac,
and value it highly as an aid to
improve
sexual relations and guarantee fertility
in women,"
Regent informed the moaning captive,
watching
her face get ever longer.
The Scarlet
Witch gasped softly as strange
sensations
ran through her body...she felt
feverish..it
was hard for her to think. "This is
ridiculous...fer...tility...aphro..aphro..disiac!
Please!!!...Let..me...go!!!"
the heroine pleaded
softly.
"Not a
chance, slut! I know the effects of the
drug are
strong and active in your system. Soon
you will
be expunging milk. The Asian nations
are willing
to pay very well for heroine breast
milk,
and I intend to supply what they demand.
One gallon
of heroine breast juice will fetch
$2 million
dollars," Regent gleefully answered,
and then
clapped hands together in excitement.
"And you,
Scarlet, are going to be the first
producer
of that milk. I intend to capture other
heroines
and start my own dairy farm. Think of
it,
Scarlet....stalls filled with heroines, all
hooked
up to milking machines, tied down and
part of
an assembly line being milked like cows
on a dairy
farm," the future dairy farmer
decreed
sardonically as he daydreamed.
"I...I...am..no...COW!!
I...am not...a stupid
animal....I...WILL
NOT...allow..this...TO
HAPPEN!!!
RELEASE MEEEEE!!" the Scarlet Witch
yelled
loudly. The reddened flush accompanying
anger
returned as the horrorified Avenger's
drug-addled
mind cleared.
Regent
slapped the heroine sharply on the ass,
smiled,
and quipped sarcastically, "You are
nothing
more than a mere milking cow now,
Scarlet,
and you have no choice in the matter."
Chapter
14. Got Milk?
The one-time
hero turned dairyman quickly
positioned
the machine beside the Scarlet
Witch's
left shoulder so that it had unhindered
access
to her body. He swiftly drew the two long
plastic
tubes from the machine and methodically
attached
the malleable, rubber suction cups to
the shaking
heroine's rotund breasts.
The rubber
coverings contained nearly invisible
wiring
and microcircuits. As Regent carefully
held the
transparent coverings tightly to the
Avenger's
38D breasts, the wire mesh in the soft
rubber
morphed, and the cup encircled nearly the
entire
mammary gland and then tightened down
around
it.
Regent
gloated as he thought, 'one size fits all,'
and chuckled
quietly as he watched two, much
smaller,
equally malleable, transparent, rubber
cylinders
slowly emerged from inside the center of
the cups
and fastened themselves to Scarlet's
protruding
nipples.
The Scarlet
Witch began to moan slightly from the
increased
burning sensation developing in her
swelling
breasts. Her moans became much loader and
more emphatic
as the large cups were placed over
her breasts,
collapsing inward, and the smaller
cold rubber
attachments slowly extended to place
themselves
over centers of the brownish-pink,
silver-dollar-sized
areolas surrounding her now
protruding
nipples.
The gleeful
rogue then moved behind the milking
machine.
He reached down and adroitly worked the
small
control panel on the rear of the milker,
and started
the activation process.
The milking
tubes surrounding the Scarlet Witch's
nipples
suddenly drew the erect nipples deep into
the cylinders
that fed into the two, clear plastic
tubes,
which in turn led to the stainless steel
vat. Small
plastic teeth on the forward end of the
cylinders
abruptly bit deep into the blushing,
gasping
heroine's soft flesh.
The two
small morphing cylinders began sucking and
chewing
on the writhing Avenger's tender nipples
as her
ample breasts swayed back and forth beneath
her. The
malleable, rubber suction cups wrapped
around
Scarlet's mammary glands morphed again,
suddenly
seeming to shrink, and began rhythmically
pulsating,
pulling, and squeezing her breasts as
the milking
machine warmed up.
The Scarlet
Witch thrashed violently in her
overtight
bonds, and yelled loudly out at her evil
tormenter,
"Get those filthy things off of me,
Regent,
or I will make you pay...pay dearly.
You
can't
do this to me. I am an Avenger...not some
cow or
goat!"
Regent
looked stoically at Scarlet with cold,
lifeless
eyes. He showed no remorse or mercy
toward
the bound heroine as his ghastly machine
prepared
to turn a human being into common
livestock..
the Scarlet Witch being reduced to
nothing
more than a bovine for his dairy farm.
"You are
a cow with two huge udders," the rogue
whispered
maliciously into Scarlet's ear, and
then moved
purposefully back to his diabolical
machine.
Regent
quickly switched the milking machine fully
on; the
machine's pulsator and vacuum started up,
preparing
for their work of drawing milk from the
Scarlet
Witch's constricted mammae. "You'll see,
your udders
are ready to produce milk," he taunted
sarcastically
as watched with fascination as the
horrified
heroine bucked and wiggled in the stocks
binding
her, hopelessly striving for freedom.
The dairyman
then flicked another switch on the
machine,
and the pump began a steady tug-tug-tug
on Scarlet's
nipples. He then pushed the button
marked
"On," and a small humming noise began
to emanate
from the pump as the valve in the
vat opened,
allowing the vacuum to become fully
transmitted
up the clear plastic tubes.
The Scarlet
Witch groaned loudly and heaved her
torso
upward as the strange pressure built within
her still
swelling breasts, and the constriction
on her
mammary glands and terrible suction on her
tender,
turret-like nipples increased. Through
sheer
will power alone she strove to keep Regent
from realizing
his insidious goal.
The buxom
Avenger realized she was being treated
like a
stupid milk cow; never had she felt so
demeaned,
debased, degraded, no...humiliated!
Scarlet
screamed stridently in frustration, "This
must stop!
You will get none of my body's fluids
for your
sick purpose!"
Regent
deftly worked the control panel of his
experimental
milking machine..his hands a flurry
of motion
as the device began its job of milking
the Scarlet
Witch..he reveled in her humiliation
and debasement
as he sought to make her less than
human.
As the
machine coughed and chugged..spewing a
column
of smoke from the rear of the contraption,
the heroine's
breasts slid ever further up into
the cups,
the vacuum sealing the malleable cups
to each
lactating breast. The cups continued to
rhythmically
pulsate, pull, and squeeze her
bouncing
breasts.
The suction
of the cylinders around the Scarlet
Witch's
protruding nipples increased ten-fold,
and as
the cylinder's plastic teeth around the
bases
of her nipples closed, the cylinder was
pulled
back, drawing her nipples with them. Then
the teeth
released and the cylinder's returned
to their
forward position. This sequence began
repeating
itself in two-second cycles.
Regent
grabbed his small stool once more and sat
down next
to Scarlet..enjoying watching her
thrash
about in her bonds as she was made to
produce
milk like a common dairy cow...her
movements
only incited him to arousal.
"Now be
a good cow, and I will give you some
nice hay
later to eat," he japed mercilessly,
and then
burst out laughing.
The Scarlet
Witch, for several long moments,
battled
the machine for control of her aching
mammary
glands, knowing, however, the utter
futility
of her resistance. She could feel
the looming
failure!
Scarlet
sensed the all-to-natural need for the
lobules
in her burning breasts to release the
relentlessly
building fluids. The fire in her
breasts
was incredible, and she gradually
realized
that her horrible fate was undeniable.
"NOOO!!!
Noooo!! Turn the machine off! Make it
stop now!"
the mutant bovine pleaded anxiously.
She
instinctively knew that her precious fluids
had began
moving down the ducts that connected
each lobule
to the milk duct at the center of
her two
firm, protruding nipples.
Regent
smiled with delight, and reached slowly
over with
his right hand to pat the thrashing
Scarlet
Witch lightly on the ass..letting his
fingers
lingering longer than they should...as
he used
this so very demeaning and personal
predicament
to fuel his perverse sexual urges.
His eyes
were glued to the clear suction cups
as he
waited eagerly to see the first drops
exit from
her aching nipples.
"I will
do no such thing, slut. I intend to
recoup
my finances from this endeavor, and you
will know
total subjugation for crossing me,"
the milkman
replied malevolently. He watched
intently,
wanting the lovely heroine to emit
milk..taking
from her what should have someday
been a
golden life moment of feeling her own
child
nursing at her bosom...suckling the milk
of its
mother..for the very first time.
The Scarlet
Witch screamed stridently and
suddenly
began to twist about violently in her
bonds,
her chest heaving and thrusting madly to
and fro
in the confines of the milking machine
cups..the
large cups squeezing around the base
of her
breasts, the small cylinders biting down
into and
pulling on her nipples.
Regent
widened his eyes and couldn't help but
smile
as he observed the first drops of mother's
milk dribble
from the mighty Avenger's distended
nipples.
The droplets fell quickly into the high
pressured
cylinders around her nipples...to
ultimately
be collected inside the metal vat.
The fiend
noticed her breasts swell in size as
he saw
milk start to drip from her nipples.
With a
massive release of the now unbearable
pressure,
Scarlet's ample breasts suddenly
erupted
with a geyser-like stream of milk!
The young
heroine's loud, high-pitched moan
filled
the room.
The Scarlet
Witch couldn't help but marvel that
the fluid
flowing down the transparent tubing
leading
from the devices on her nipples to the
central
collector vat was the bluish-white milk
usually
produced several days after birth, not
the yellowish
colostrum that was usually
produced
right after child birth.
"Nooo!!!
Nooo!! This isn't possible...it's sick!
No!! NOOOO!!"
Scarlet wept stridently. She
flushed
deep red in utter embarrassment; tears
of shame
flooded from her eyes.
Regent
marveled as milk seemed to gush from the
Scarlet
Witch's breasts with each retraction of
the cylinders,
as the strange chemicals did
their
work of altering her metabolism and
inducing
lactation. The machine picked up a gear
and began
to steadily milk her swollen breasts.
Regent
wiped a tear from his left eye...his
heart
swelled with pride over the fact his
lactation
drug and milking machine DID work!
"It's
not sick! It's beautiful, mommy!" he
chortled
loudly.
For several
minutes, Scarlet convulsed and
recklessly
slammed her burning chest about.
The tubes
drew out more and more of her rich
milk,
and she could only stare in horror as
she watched
her sacred fluids stolen from her.
Then the
horrible burning began to increase
geometrically,
as the rate at which the terrible
milking
machine was stealing the Avenger's
fluids
overtook the rate of milk production in
the lobules
within her aching breasts.
The Scarlet
Witch sighed loudly and collapsed,
resting,
as the insidious machine suddenly shut
down,
seemingly aware that her breasts were
nearly
dry.
Chapter
15. Nature's Goodness
Scarlet
gasped softly, a sense of relief showing
on her
reddened face, as the terrible pressure
subsided
for a moment. Then she moaned in
frustration
and horror as she felt the intense
burning
sensation in her bosom begin again as
the drugs
continued to induce milk production.
The feeling
of tightness in the heroine's
breasts
increased for several minutes, then,
suddenly,
her chest heaved forward again as the
milking
machine turned itself back on and her
aching,
swollen mammary glands were once again
relentlessly
milked by the evil machine.
"NOOO!!
Regent! You bastard. How can you treat
me like
a lowly farm animal. Worse, even they
are given
respite from the production of their
fluids!"
the mutant/witch whined over the
chugging
sound of the dairy machine she was
hooked
up to.
Regent
grinned maliciously and corrected her,
"You are
a farm animal, Scarlet. From this day
forth
you are nothing but a bovine, a part of
the milk
producing assembly line. Take pride,
you will
go down in history as but the first
of the
heroine milk cattle!" he chided
sarcastically.
"I wonder
if it has a higher speed?" the rogue
suddenly
inquired, staring at the writhing
Avenger.
He fumbled briefly around with the pump
controls
until he located the speed dial. It was
marked
in numbers from 1 to 5.
"Let's
see what this Big Pump will do!" Regent
chimed
with enthusiasm. He turned the knob up
slowly
from 1 to 5, methodically watching the
effect
it was having.
The pump
began to hum, and pulse quicker and
quicker.
The Scarlet Witch's nipples and areolae
were sucked
into the cylinders, along with a
generous
portion of her breasts. The bite-retract
and
release-extend cycle of the cylinder became
faster
with each increased setting.
Scarlet's
milk no longer flowed in spurts and
jerks.
It was now a continuous stream of warm,
creamy,
bluish-white fluid. The machine was more
than able
to handle the heroine's rate of milk
discharge,
and the vats volume was huge
compared
to the volume of milk held in the
heroine's
breast lobules.
The Scarlet
Witch screamed stridently as the
suction,
squeezing, and pulling on her aching,
burning,
abused breasts increased more than
five fold..in
minutes the newly produced milk
in her
swollen lobules was sucked dry and the
insidious
machine paused again.
The drug
continued to work, and the milk within
Scarlet's
mammary glands was replenished in
several
minutes. The diabolical machine turned
back on
and began draining the precious fluid
yet again.
The Scarlet
Witch passed in and out of
consciousness
as this demeaning cycle was
repeated
over and over as the five-gallon chamber
on the
milk machine was slowly filled throughout
the long
night!
Regent
laughed maniacally and left the stall
knowing
he would return in the morning to
continue
the 'mighty' Avenger's degradation..he
was pleased
that the arrogant, upstart bitch was
getting
knocked down a few pegs.
END PART II.
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