New Entry For The Poll Driven Story “Brain Master Superheroine Collector”

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Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: The entry is average length at about 6,000 words. It leans heavily into mind control and humiliation kinks then has some forced breast growth/lactation induction.

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“Be happy,” Crimson Tide mumbled. Her eyes were half closed and her head was tilted to the side as she drooled on herself. “Be blank,” she continued, soft quiet voice free of emotion. “Understand my purpose. To serve. To obey. To be happy serving and obeying.”

The hypnotized heroine showed no sign of seeing the green-skinned supervillain looming in front of her. Even when the robot floating beside him lowered to the machine on the ground beside her and turned it off she continued to stare blankly ahead, the only change being the ending of her repeating the hypnotic mantra that had ceased to sound in her ears. Only when Brain Master snapped his fingers in front of her face and demanded she look up at him did she show any awareness of the world.

“How shall I blankly and happily obey?” she asked in an emotionless monotone. She stared up at the supervillain with blank eyes that seemed to look through him. Crimson Tide showed no sign of recognizing the sexual madness in the supervillain’s bulging eyes as he stared down into her exposed cleavage.

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” he said, sounding much calmer than he looked. “I’ve finished my project, but the mental strain has left me maddeningly in need of release. And lucky me I’ve got you. So, how am I going to use you?”

“Any way you wish,” Crimson Tide told him, voice flat. “I’m blank. I understand my purpose. It is to serve. It is to obey.” She paused, a bit of emotion entering her voice when she next spoke. “I would be happy to serve and obey.”

Brain Master was doing all he could to keep his composure. He didn’t like the way it felt when he became so horny he lost control. For a man who could control the minds of others feeling a loss of control was one of the most unwelcome things he could experience. But he’d pushed himself nearly past his limit, working long to finish his project and now the hint of eagerness in the superheroine’s hypnotized voice was enough to make him lose control.

“Need to see those fucking tits,” he growled, grabbing her unzipped costume and yanking it further open so her tits fell free. “Even bigger than they seemed,” he groaned, getting hard so fast it pained him.

He stared at her large, heavy breasts as he fumbled to get his long green cock out of his costume. He’d seen some of her life history when he’d invaded her mind and read her memories. He knew her P-Gene hadn’t activated till recently. But even if he hadn’t he’d have surmised this fact by the uncommon, natural sag of her large, heavy breasts. Most heroines had breasts so full and perky they looked almost fake. Thanks to the way an active P-Gene slowed aging it wasn’t till their forties that most heroines’ breasts began to show any kind of natural aging.

“Unexpected delight,” he moaned as he grabbed his painfully throbbing cock and gave it a firm squeeze. “So big and soft and heavy looking… I bet they jiggle and swing in ways I’m not used to seeing in a superheroine.”

Brain Master grabbed one of Crimson Tide’s upper arms and pulled her to her feet. “Up, slut,” he barked. After she was standing he spun her around and bent her over while grabbing her wrists and holding them together with one hand to keep her from falling forward onto the ground.

As he grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit he barked for his robotic companion’s attention. “Helper Bot! Extend your display screen and position yourself in front of the super slut. Keep your eye on her dangling tits and display your visual feed on the screen, understand? And record every second of it.”

“Yes, your most illustrious greenness,” to robot said as it floated into place. A large screen extended from its boxy body. The black screen flickered, showing static for a moment then displaying a feed of what the robot’s single central eye was looking at.

“Look at the way they are dangling,” Brain Master moaned as he used the monitor extended from the robot to stare at the brainwashed superheroine bent over before him. “Perfect saggy tits dangling down and just waiting to flop about,” he added as he continued to rub his cockhead up and down her slit.

Precum had been freely flowed from his cockhead, lubricating the fleshy folds of her pussy. Thanks to her supercharged libido her body quickly responded to the stimulation and before long her own ample flowing moisture was making the rubbing through her pussy lips smoother and more enjoyable.

“Can’t hold off any longer,” Brain Master growled as he slid into the heroine’s wet hole. She had remained silent and blank-eyed through it all, doing what she was told without objection. Only as Brain Master slid his super-sized green member into her did she respond with an indecent moan.

The supervillain adjusted his grip on Crimson Tide’s wrists so he was holding them with both hands. This allowed him to lower her torso further forward, bending her over at an almost perfect ninety-degree angle that left her tits dangling even more than they had been before.

Brain Master began moving his hips, his eyes practically bulging out of his head at the sight of her tits beginning to sway under her. He did his best to start slow, wanting to gradually build momentum. But once he was in her moist warmth and saw her tits begin to sway he quickly picked up the pace, fucking her faster and pounding into her plump backside harder.

Soon her tits were swinging wildly. “Look at them go,” he grunted, pounding into her harder till they flopped so violently back and forth they slapped first into her upper belly then back the other way to nearly slap into her face.

Deciding he needed to see that he let go of a wrist and grabbed the back of her head with the newly freed hand then shoved her face down till her tits swung up and slapped into it.

He groaned and grunted in delight at the fleshy impact of her tits flying into her face. After a few slaps to her face he grabbed her short black hair and jerked her back, making her look at the display in front of her. “Look at yourself,” he grunted. “Look what I’m doing to you! How does it make you feel?”

“Happy,” the brainwashed heroines said, staring into her eyes through the screen like it was a mirror. “Happy to serve and obey.”

“You look disappointed with her response, Master,” Helper Bot said.

“Perhaps,” the villain grunted. “Sometimes an empty brain is less fun to play with. But I’ve other ways of entertaining myself with her body.”

While still holding her wrists together with one hand he reached under Crimson Tide and grabbed one of her swinging breasts. He groped it tightly, hugging it up into her torso and squeezing tighter till she groaned in discomfort. “There we go,” he grunted happily. “A little pain to her tits and her cunt’s squeezing me like it’s trying to milk me dry.”

After letting go of her breast he flung his hand out, bringing it back in to slap hard into the meatiest part of it. Crimson Tide yelped in pain as her tit swung into her other, knocking them both out of their regular swinging pattern. Brian Master kept pounding her hard and fast till their wild swinging motions had returned to the steady pendulum-like swings he’d been enjoying watching.

“Close now,” he grunted. He slammed a few more times in her before releasing a loud, deep moan of orgasmic release. “End recording,” he gasped once he was done cumming inside Crimson Tide.

He let go of her wrists, letting the brainwashed superheroine fall to the ground. She landed with a heavy thud and a slight groan of pain but didn’t move. Instead, she lay face down as cum leaked from her cunt. “I’m happy,” she mumbled into the filthy warehouse floor. “Blank. I understand my purpose. It’s to serve. To obey. I’m happy serving and obeying.”

Brain Master sighed in satisfaction, stumbling weakly back and falling into the chair Crimson Tide had sat in during the long hours the Mark One Obediotron had been brainwashing her.

“I feel so much better,” he said to no one in particular. “And look at her laying there, muttering blankly as my cum leaks out of her. Such a beautiful sight. But it won’t last long, the Obediotron needs more work. At least we’re collecting important data. We’ll see how long the brainwashing takes to wear off after a much longer session in the device.”

“Master? I think it might already be wearing off,” Helper Bot said. “She’s stopped muttering the conditioning mantra and is beginning to become aware of her surroundings.”

Brain Master connected himself to her mind and nodded. “You’re right,” he said, letting out a long, disappointed sigh. “The conditioning lasted shorter than the last time. It seems the length the victim is in the device has no bearing on the length they remain brainwashed. At least that’s something that will help me improve it if I ever get around to making a Mark Two.”

* * *

Crimson Tide felt strange. Dizzy and confused and uncertain where she was or what she was doing. Someone was talking. No… two voices? Yes, a man and a robot.

She shifted, trying to focus on the world around her. On the ground, she thought, groaning in dismay as she felt the grit of the ground pressing into her exposed breasts. She groaned again when she understood the unpleasant warm feeling she felt was semen leaking from her pussy.

I was captured by a supervillain. Green creep… Brain Master. That’s his voice. He’s talking to his robot minion. He… he must have just finished fucking me. But I can’t remember it. Everything is so hazy, so confusing…

As the mental fog began to clear one thought came into focus. I have to escape. I have to flee, I can’t defeat this supervillain on my own. His mental powers of control are too strong. I CAN’T beat him! I HAVE to escape.

“You’ve got one thing right,” Brain Master told her, taking her by surprise. “You CAN’T beat me. And you won’t be trying to escape,” he informed Crimson Tide as the superheroine felt the disturbing feel of his influence on her mind. “You won’t try to escape, will you?”

Crimson Tide rolled onto her side, hating the feel of her large breasts shifting under her. She needed to shove them back in her costume and zip it back up. Or did she? No… no she didn’t want that, not unless Brain Master wanted her to. And escape? She couldn’t escape. How could she even think about escape?

“There we go, that’s much better,” the supervillain said happily. “Up on your feet,” he told her. “Come sit back down,” he added as he got up from the chair he’d been sitting on.

Crimson Tide rose, shuddering in displeasure as the cum that had been leaking out of her started to run down one of her thighs inside her costume. I hate cum, she thought. Hate the taste. Hate the texture and the feeling of it in me. Hate everything about it. It’s so disgusting having it on me, feels even worse having it leak out, and I find it so degrading when a man cums ON me.

Brain Master chuckled as Crimson Tide sat down. “Very interesting information to keep in mind,” he told the heroine, letting her know he’d heard everything she’d been thinking.

She let out a whimper of dismay, hating she’d just mentally shown the supervillain a good way to torment her.

“You’ve been helpful today,” he told her, tucking his flaccid green member into his costume. “I’m thinking you deserve a little treat, one that will show you just how you’ve helped me clear my mind. I needed it after spending all of last night and most of today working on my new project.”

Crimson Tide didn’t like the mention of the villain’s “new” project, knowing part of why he’d captured her was so he could use her as a test subject. But at least he seems sexually sated for now, she thought, happy he wouldn’t be able to use her aversion to semen to torment her any time soon.

The sinister grin on the supervillain’s face reminded Crimson Tide he could hear her thoughts when he was connected to her mind. Her heart stopped a little as she looked at his expression, worrying she was wrong. Could he be ready for a second go already?

Brain Master grinned wider, implying he’d heard her thought but was choosing not to answer the heroine’s question. “Are you not at all interested in what kind of treat I intend to give you?” he asked instead.

Crimson Tide pursed her full lips, glaring defiantly at the supervillain.

He laughed at her refusal to respond. “Oh yes, you’re going to be a fun toy. I wonder if I’ll be able to break you before you’re eventually rescued. I could try, you know. Then again, maybe I wouldn’t. You’d be less fun broken. Or maybe…” he trailed off deep in thought for a moment. “Yes, you’re weak-willed enough that even if I DID break you I could easily reset your mind, could even make you forget you’d been broken.

“In fact, for all you know I’ve already done so several times, erasing your memories and resetting your mind to how it was just after your capture. You might only THINK you’ve been my captive for a day or two, but it could have been weeks, maybe even months!”

Crimson Tide’s body quivered as an icy feeling ran through her. Could he be telling the truth? Could he use his powers that way? Or is this all bluster to scare me… He seems to enjoy those kinds of cruel games.

“I DO enjoy those kinds of cruel games,” Brain Master said with a nod. “And that brings us back to your ‘treat’. It’s something you’ll hate, but through my control of your mind you’ll love it, which will just make you hate it more.”

He turned and waved for his robotic minion to come to his side. “Helper Bot! You’re going to float in front of our guest and replay the recording you made while she was so obediently helping me clear my mind. And you, super slut, are going to watch. Not just watch but enthusiastically masturbate to the sight. You’re going to rub and finger that pretty, hairless, cum-leaking pussy using my semen as lube. Understand?”

Crimson Tide opened her mouth to tell him she refused. The words never came out of her mouth. Instead, she felt something warm flow over her mind, replacing her defiance with warm acquiescence.

As Helper Bot floated in front of her she spread her legs and reached down to touch herself. As the screen extended from his body she dipped two fingers into herself, shuddering as Brain Master made her pleasure receptors flair so it felt good enough to make her moan in delight.

The screen flickered on. She felt a forced rush of arousal in response to seeing herself bent forward with Brain Master behind her. Hating it but unable to stop herself the superheroine used the two fingers in her to rake her insides, scooping out as much of the remaining cum inside her as she could.

Not wanting to, but unable to control her actions, Crimson Tide pulled the cum out and smeared it on her clit. She then began enthusiastically rubbing herself. Her chest heaved as she struggled, and failed, not to masturbate to the sight of her tits swinging under her bent-over body as the supervillain fucked her from behind.

“Look how blank and emotionless your eyes are,” Brian Master told her. “Doesn’t it turn you on seeing yourself so conditioned and obedient?”

No, Crimson Tide thought as she rubbed furiously at her pussy. “Yes,” she gasped a moment later, aware her thoughts had been changed and hating the mental violation.

“Ah, this was one of my favorite parts,” Brain Master said with excitement as he pushed her head down in the recording so the heroine’s large breasts could slap into her face. “Listen to that wonderful meaty sound as they hit your face. You love it. It turns you on so much. You want to relive it.” He paused, waiting till the push on her emotions left her moaning and gasping in delight at the sight of her humiliation. “Slap your face so you can relive it better,” he added, a fiendish grin on his face.

Crimson Tide’s free hand flew to her face. She struck herself in a way that let her imagine what it would feel like to be smacked in her face by her own tits.

“Again,” Brain Master demanded.

She smacked herself again, feeling him controlling her response. Feeling him make her enjoy it. Feeling the smack bring back a memory of the moment through the mental fog the hypnotic conditioning had left obscuring her memories.

“One more time, and cum this time.”

The moment Crimson Tide’s hand slapped her face she came. The unwanted orgasm left her squeezing her thighs together around her hand as she shook in pleasure. When the moment passed her legs fell open. She wanted to be done, wanted this humiliation to be over.

But it wasn’t.

Brain Master kept her aroused. Kept her focused on the screen showing how he’d used her to “clear” his mind. She continued to masturbate, rubbing her clit with one hand and using her other hand to thrust two fingers into her wet hole. She rocked her hips, pressing into her fingers as they plunged in and out of her cum-soiled cunt.

She watched the recording as Brain Master grabbed her short black hair and jerked her head back, forcing her to look into the display in front of her. Her eyes locked onto those in the recording leaving her feeling like she was looking at herself through a mirror, only a nightmare one that let her look into past violations she didn’t remember.

“Look what I’m doing to you,” she heard Brain Master say in the recording. “How does it make you feel?”

She felt his mental fingers dig dip deep into her mind and take more complete control of her. “Happy,” Crimson Tide heard herself say in perfect unison with the recording. “Happy to serve and obey,” she said along with the recording of herself.

When Brain Master eased his control over Crimson Tide she gasped and began to lightly sob. “Please,” she whimpered. “Let it end.”

“Not till the recording’s over,” Brain Master told her, voice full of gleeful cruelty. “When you see me cum in you it will turn you on so much you’ll cum as well. A long, hard orgasm that will leave your powers fully drained so that you’ll be easy to control. I’ll need to keep my focus on things other than controlling you as I test out my new creation.”

Crimson Tide panted, rubbing and fingering herself as she watched the video. Memories she didn’t want were forced out of the mental fog obscuring them, allowing her to know when the crescendo of this cruel ordeal would be over. She felt her body building towards climax, felt the pleasure building in her and knew when it exploded she’d cum hard enough to not just fully depower herself but leave her helplessly weak.

When she saw Brain Master cum in the recording she came along with him. The forced pleasure was so intense she blacked out for a moment, coming to in the supervillain’s arms.

“There we go,” he told her as he scooped her up in his arms and hefted her up with a grunt. “So helpless I can let go of your mind,” he told her as he carried her across the room.

Crimson Tide could feel his arms trembling, feel that her weight was almost too much for him to bear. It confirmed he was no stronger than a normal man, but at the moment that did little for her. She was so physically weak even the weakest of men would have been able to overpower her.

She could also feel him release his grasp on her mind. She was free, completely free of his mental control, but it didn’t matter. The helpless superheroine was too weak to stand, much less make an escape attempt.

I’ll have to endure helping him test whatever sick device he’s created, she thought in dismay, aware her ordeal was far from over.

* * *

The “device” looked like a random collection of junk to her. She wasn’t able to make sense out of any of it, at least not till Brain Master began using each bit of it.

He carried her to a dust-covered metal hand truck bolted to the cement floor. Like much of the device it looked to be made mostly out of things Brain Master had found in the long-abandoned warehouse, although the leather straps he and Helper Bot used to secure Crimson Tide to it seemed to be something he’d brought along with him.

“Nice and tight, Helper Bot” Brain Master said to the robot as it tightened the leather strap running across the helpless heroine’s upper chest and under her armpits. “She’s struggling to stand, we’ll need her to remain in place through the injections and then the extraction,” he added as he tightened straps just under her breasts.

“Injections?” Crimson Tide asked, voice weak and full of apprehension. “What injections?”

Brain Master ignored her, grabbing another leather strap and using it to secure her upper legs tightly closed. “She’s just about in,” he told his robotic companion. “Go bring the tray with the serum on it.”

“Yes, oh brainy green one,” Helper Bot said as he floated away.

“What serum?” Crimson Tide asked, weakly wiggling in a vain attempt to break free of her bindings. “What are you using me to test out?”

Brain Master stood, putting his hands on his lower back and stretching. “I really should let Helper Bot do more of the manual labor, I wasn’t made for such things. But sometimes you just need to get your hands dirty. Sometimes you need to be the one tying up your victims,” he said, flashing Crimson Tide an unsettling smile.

“What are you going to test on me?” she asked, voice shaking even more than the last time she’d asked.

He once more ignored her question, not even bothering to meet her eyes. Instead, he stared at her chest. “I fucking love tits,” he said. “I’ve always loved them. I loved them back before my P-Gene activated and even more after. Love them small and love them even more when they are big. The bigger the better. Like them firm, like them so fucking firm they look like implants. And I like them soft. Soft and meaty and sagging,” he said, grabbing Crimson Tide’s tits and lovingly fondling them.

She squirmed, repulsed by the villain’s touch. “Mine aren’t saggy,” she groaned as he squeezed them a bit too tightly.

“I suppose compared to a normal woman your age that’d be true. I bet they even firmed up a bit after your powers activated. But for a superheroine? Saggy. But don’t mistake me,” he said, looking up to meet her eyes. “I LOVE them. I could stand here and play with them for hours. And maybe at one point I will, but for now I must stop,” he said, releasing them.

She turned her head, unable to keep herself from looking at what Helper Bot was bringing to them. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw him pushing a wheeled medical tray. Crimson Tide felt a moment of relief when she saw the tray was nearly empty. She’d feared it would be covered in surgical tools, but it only had a few filled syringes lying on it.

“If I remember correctly from what I saw in your mind you did NOT attend The Academy, correct?” Brain Master said as he turned his back to Crimson Tide and began inspecting the contents of the tray.

“No,” she told him, voice shaking with fear. “I was too old to attend the superhero university when my powers activated. I already lived in Megatropolis so I was trained right here by Archbaroness.”

Brian Master hissed in displeasure at the name of the city’s most renowned superheroine. “Did you spend time with any of her teammates?”

“Not much,” Crimson Tide told him, seeing no point in not answering or trying to lie. He could simply reach into her mind and discover the truth if he wished.

“Did you interact with Heleena the Healer at all?”

Crimson Tide blinked, confused by the question. “Once or twice,” she answered. “There were a few training sessions I needed healing after.”

“But you weren’t hurt very bad?”

“No, not really.”

The villain nodded. “So you didn’t see what happens to her when she heals someone who’s hurt badly?” he asked, looking at her over her shoulders.

Crimson Tide flushed and looked away. “I know what happens to her breasts,” she muttered. She knew healing caused them to temporarily grow and she knew the woman was embarrassed by it. There was an unspoken agreement that those needing her services wouldn’t mention it.

“Do you know how she gets her breasts to return to their normal size?” he asked as he turned back around.

Crimson Tide almost didn’t hear the question. The sight of him holding up one of the medical syringes like he was ready to use it filled her with enough fear to make her want to scream out for help, but she knew better. It either wouldn’t matter or he’d use his powers to stop her before she could get anyone’s attention.

“No,” she finally said. “I just assumed they returned to normal after a while.”

“Like Gravity Girl?” he asked. “Have you met that naive, tasty young snack?”

Crimson Tide nodded. The young superheroine had powers that let her control gravity, but the more she used them the more her normally petite breasts would enlarge. As they grew her powers would lessen, and only with time would they return to their normal size.

“Heleena’s powers do NOT work like Gravity Girl’s,” Brain Master told her. “Her breasts grow because they fill with milk and only after its expressed and drained will her lovely black titties return to their original size.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Crimson Tide asked, eyes locked on the needle Brain Master was holding up.

He seemed to ignore her question. “There are many women with an active P-Gene who lactate unnaturally. Some are like Heleena the Healer, temporarily lactating after using their powers. Others find that after they gain their powers they are ALWAYS lactating. Most who suffer this keep it a secret, even from other superheroines. Do you know why?”

“Because it’s so embarrassing?” Crimson Tide guessed uncertainly, thinking about how humiliating she’d find it if using her powers caused her to lactate.

“For some that might be part of it,” Brain Master told her. “But it’s mainly because of a little-known fact, something most in the superhuman community are ignorant of. See, the breast milk of any woman with an active P-Gene will have unpredictable properties.

“Milk that can give unpowered people temporary powers, milk that heals, milk that can act as a drug. The possibilities seem endless, and some seem even able to defy the laws of physics the way inventions of the super-intelligent can. But as far as I know this milk isn’t reproducible in a lab. You can’t just take some of a lactating superheroine’s milk and recreate it in a lab. It has to come from the heroine, and only a few of you super sluts lactate this way.”

Crimson Tide was still staring at the needle the supervillain was holding, afraid of the implications of what he was telling her. “What does that serum do?” she asked, fearing she knew the answer.

“I’m not sure,” he said as he took a step closer to her. “Invention requires experimentation,” he told her as he grabbed one of her breasts and lifted it.

She winced in pain as he jammed the needle of the syringe deep into her breast. She groaned in pain a moment later when he began injecting its contents.

“If everything goes as I hope the serum will force your body to begin lactating,” he told her as he pulled the needle half out then pushed it back in at a different angle to inject the second half of the fluid in the syringe.

“This half of the serum should begin altering your body,” he said as he handed the empty syringe to Helper Bot. Once the robot handed him another syringe he began injecting its contents into Crimson Tide’s other breast.

“It will need some time to spread through the fibrous tissue and fat that give your wonderful breasts their size and shape. That should take about ten minutes,” he added as he finished pumping the last of the syringe’s contents into her breast. “After that time I’ll inject the activating ingredient into the lobules and ducts of your glandular tissue. And then… well, then we wait and see what happens,” he told her.

“Come, Helper Bot,” he told his robotic companion. “I need a quick bathroom before we continue.”

As soon as the supervillain and his minion were out of sight Crimson Tide began struggling. If she was even at half her power she would have easily been able to break free of the leather straps, but with as weakened as she was the heroine had no chance of success. She then tried violently rocking back and forth hoping to knock the hand cart she was strapped to over, but it was too securely bolted to the floor and she quickly exhausted herself.

When Brain Master returned it felt as though the ten minutes had passed too quickly while at the same time lasting an eternity. “What if your experiment fails?” she demanded as he grabbed one of the remaining syringes.

The supervillain shrugged as he lifted one of her breasts and prepared to begin injecting the activating ingredient into her. “Perhaps nothing. That often happens on my first try,” he added as he slowly pressed the needle into her breast, not going very deep before injecting just a little of its contents.

Crimson Tide winced and groaned as he went about pulling the needle out, pressing it into a new area of her breast, and injecting a little more of the activating ingredient.

“Sometimes I fail spectacularly so, making something that doesn’t do anything close to what I intended. But at those times often I find unexpected victory in failure. If my creation does something unintended it could still be useful, still be something I could sell to further build wealth so I can create MORE inventions.”

“Could this hurt me?” Crimson Tide asked as he replaced the now empty syringe with a full one.

Again the supervillain shrugged. “Who knows! But I wouldn’t worry about it, you superheroines are hardy women. You ALWAYS seem to survive, no matter what happens to you.”

As he finished injecting the activating ingredient into her second breast Crimson Tide noticed there was one syringe left full on the medical tray, a syringe with a significantly longer needle. “What’s that for,” she demanded as he picked it up.

“The final bit of the activating ingredient, one that should begin the forced lactation almost instantly,” he declared, gripping a breast tightly in one hand and lining the needle up with that tit’s nipple. “I’d breathe in, this might sting,” he said as he jabbed the needle into her nipple and deep into her breast.

Crimson Tide gritted her teeth, not wanting to give the fiend the satisfaction of hearing her scream in pain.

By the time he removed the needle and was moving on to her other breast she realized she had bigger worries. The injection had caused an almost instantaneous reaction. Heat radiated first deep from the core of the meatiest part of her breast then spread out to the rest of her tit, causing it to feel not just hot but achy and tender.

“What’s happening to me,” she groaned in discomfort as the burning, aching sensation swelled.

“I believe your tits are growing,” Brain Master said with delight as he pulled the needle out of her second breast. “Look at them! Oh my, such instantaneous and sudden breast growth. That IS unexpected, but a nice bonus. Your tits were magnificent as they were, but the addition of an extra cup size or two never hurts.”

Crimson Tide squirmed and wiggled, trying to work out the unpleasant sensation of her breasts swelling. She looked down at them, disturbed by the speed their size was increasing. Their growth slowed, stopping shortly after it had begun. Staring down she could see that, just as Brain Master had said, they’d grown about two cup sizes.

At least they didn’t get any bigger, she thought. The heat in their core had lessened when the breast growth ended but it returned more intensely after only a short reprieve from the discomfort. “Now what?” she groaned, feeling a maddening building of pressure in her breasts. Staring down she felt as though they must be growing again, but her eyes saw nothing.

Then the building pressure began to give. Two small spurts of creamy milk sprayed from her nipples. After that milk flowed freely from them, the lessening of the pressure she felt leaving Crimson Tide panting in relief.

“I appears that Forced Lactation Formula A is at least a partial success! Quick, Helper Bot, attach our guest to the Mark One Milking Station.”

Crimson Tide was dismayed to see the robot lift two large suction cups attached to long tubes. As they were attached to her breasts the device kicked into action, suction adhering the cups around her nipples.

She groaned and winced as thick streams of milk were forcefully sucked out of her unnaturally swollen and engorged breasts. The violation of her body came with a confusing mix of sensations.

The pressure was always building in her breasts as the serum forced her mammary’s milk production into overdrive, forcing them to make milk almost faster than it could be sucked out of her. The lessening of that pressure brought such relief it left her feeling lightheaded and giddy.

And then the pleasure began.

Crimson Tide gasped. She bucked and wiggled, feeling all her pleasure centers light up. “Get out of my head,” she demanded as she moaned indecently. “Stop making me enjoy this!”

Brain Master cackled in delight. “But I’m not in your head! This is a side effect of the serum, one I’ll have to ensure remains if I need to alter it.”

“Can’t cum from being milked like a cow,” Crimson Tide panted, clenching muscles and trying to hold off the orgasm building in her. “Won’t cum. Can’t. Won’t. I’m not… I’m… I’M CUMMING!”

As she came a torrential flood of milk shot out of her nipples, filling the suction cups nearly to overflowing before their contents could be sucked out down the tube attached to them.

Brain Master continued to cackle in delight. “Glorious,” he called out, raising his hands in victory. “My creation is glorious! A wonderful success!”

“But Master,” Helper Bot nervously began, “you haven’t tested it yet. You don’t know what, if anything, her milk will do.”

Some of Brain Master’s triumphant enthusiasm drained away. “Ah, yes, you’re quite right,” he admitted. “The experiment’s not over,” he sighed. “But look, a jug is already filled. Let’s switch it out. You keep an eye on our cow while I go and begin trying to puzzle out what her milk might do.”

“Yes, Master,” Helper Bot said.

As they spoke Crimson Tide thrashed about, screaming in a mix of horror and pleasure as she had orgasm after orgasm forcefully milked from her body. She was already fully depowered, yet each sexual climax left her weaker. It didn’t take long before her body gave out. With one final whimper the Superheroine’s body went limp.

While both Brain Master and his robotic minion busied themselves the machine continued to milk the unconscious heroine.

“Soon we’ll know what it does,” Brain Master muttered madly, taken by the all-consuming madness of discovery. “I’ll work as long as I need to, till I discover what her milk does or till I can’t think straight anymore,” he added, glancing over his shoulder at the unconscious superheroine being milked behind him. “And she’ll be right there, ready to help me clear my mind.”

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There’s a few polls to set up the next entry so make sure you vote in them all!

What, if anything, will Brain Master discover Crimson Tide’s harvested milk do? (choose up to 6 options from this poll)

How will Brain Master use Crimson Tide when he next has need of her to help clear his mind? (choose up to 6 options from this poll)

What device/creation will Brain Master work on next? (choose up to 9 options from this poll)

Although we’re still at least two entries away from the introduction of a new superheroine I’d like to begin setting that up. We’re going to be choosing WHO Brain Master will collect next, and then after the next entry we’ll choose HOW she’ll end up being captured.

Which superheroine should Brain Master collect next? (choose up to 5 options from this poll)