Lady Britannia- Captives of the Red Room 2


24 hours later
In an unknown location

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Lady Britannia loudly in pleasure...announcing she was regaining consciousness...memories of her unprecedented defeat by a group of girl soldiers training by Soviet military intelligence to defeat her...fresh in her mind.
The Busty British Bombshell woke up to find herself naked...except for her Union Jack mask which stretched across the upper part of her beauteous face...framed by her long mane of fiery red hair...and her gold crown on her head...standing up...trapped on an iron wall...her muscular creamy arms and long muscular creamy legs extended...shackles binding her creamy hands and erotic bare creamy feet to the wall.
Her moans caught the attention of Major Yelen Labratitova who entered the cell where she was being held captive.
"Good morning Lady Britannia! I trust you had a good night's sleep! This will be your new home!" gloated Labratitova.

"You won't get away with this! I'll defeat you and free the girls you kidnapped!" declared Lady Britannia as she tugged in futility at the shackles that were restraining her to the iron wall.
"That is a distant dream! You are now the property of the Soviet government!" gloated Labratitova as four girl soldiers brought a machine into the room.
"What is that?!!...What are you going to use it to do to me?!!...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh...I can't get free...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh" complained Lady Britannia in fear as she wiggled helplessly against the iron wall...watching as the machine was being prepared directly in front of her.
"We must collect something from you!" gloated Labratitova as suction cups where fitted snugly over the naked huge firm creamy breasts of the Busty British Bombshell and the machine was turned on.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH" moaned Lady Britannia loudly in pleasure as she felt a powerful suction on her naked huge firm creamy breasts as milk was siphoned out of them...via her big puffy hard erect and bullet shaped glossy pink nipples.
Her eyelids fluttered in the slits of her Union Jack mask which stretched across the upper part of her beauteous face...framed by her long mane of fiery red hair...as her head reeled with growing dizziness and she felt growing wetness and excitement inside of her big hard wet and excited glossy pink cunt.
Just as she was about to have a gigantic orgasm...another girl soldier put a tube in a phallic object...and drove the object inside of Lady Britannia's big hard wet and excited glossy pink clitoris...in the middle of her thick fiery red pubic bush...between her wide open huge creamy thighs.
It was too much for the Busty British Bombshell to handle.
"UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH" moaned Lady Britannia loudly in pleasure as she had six gigantic orgasms...her thick white cum slowly filling the tube in the phallic object inserted into her big hard wet and excited glossy pink clitoris.
"You must think about a man you desire! He is playing with your body! Submit to your erotic desires!" commanded Major Labratitova...in a relaxing and almost hypnotic voice...as the machine...vibrated with a slow, steady rhythm...as it siphoned milk out of her naked huge firm creamy breasts and thick white cum out of her big hard wet and excited glossy pink cunt
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...YES...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...SEX...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
...MUST HAVE IT...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...MORE...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...AND MORE...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH" moaned Lady Britannia loudly in pleasure...her blue eyes barely open in the slits of her Union Jack mask which stretched across the upper part of her beauteous face...framed by her long mane of fiery red hair...as she imagined that her boyfriend Pierre Petite...leader of the French resistance was playing with her naked huge firm creamy breasts...sucking on her big puffy hard erect and bullet-shaped glossy pink nipples...while his long, stiff and erect penis was probing her...deep inside of her big hard wet and excited glossy pink clitoris.
"NO...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...THIS IS...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...A SOVIET TRICK...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
...GOT TO...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...FIGHT IT...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH" moaned Lady Britannia loudly in pleasure.
Major Labratitova ordered one of the girl soldiers to kiss the heroine on the mouth.
As she did...the Soviet major whispered into the Busy British Bombshell's left ea.
"You are in a bed having sex with your love."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" moaned Lady Britannia in pleasure from the girl soldier's expert kiss.
Together with Labratitova's hypnotic command...it made the Busty British Bombshell completely forget where she was.
Lady Britannia dreamt that Pierre was sucking her breasts. Instead of the phallic object that was collecting her cum, it was her Pierre's penis going in and out of the her big hard wet and excited glossy pink clitoris.
All of this was too much for Lady Britannia.
"UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUH..UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
UUUH...UUUH...UUUUH...UUUUH...UUUUUH...UUUUUH...UUUUUUH...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Lady Britannia loudly in pleasure as she had 10 gigantic orgasms in sequence...causing hundreds of liters of thick white cum to come out of her big hard wet and excited glossy pink cunt...and hundreds of liters of white milk to come out of her naked huge firm creamy breasts...into the suction machine...her eyelids fluttering in the slits of her Union Jack mask...her blue eyes closing as her head sagged between her naked huge firm creamy breasts...her naked voluptuous and muscular creamy body going limp against the wall...wide spaces appearing between the sexy toes of her erotic bare creamy feet...with short, glossy, clear toenails...as they pointed down to the floor of the cell in defeat...as she succumbed to unconsciousness...giving Labratitova exactly what she wanted.
"Take her to the medical center. We cannot lose a specimen like Lady Britannia" the Soviet major ordered the girl soldiers.
Before the unconscious Lady Britannia was taken away...a blonde-haired female scientist came.
She scraped off fragments of the Busty British Bombshell's gold crown into a test tube...then left with it and samples of her milk and cum.

10 hours later
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Lady Britannia loudly in pleasure as she announced she was regaining consciousness.
She woke up completely naked...except for her Union Jack mask which stretched across the upper part of her beauteous face...framed by her long mane of fiery red hair...and her gold crown on her head.
The Busty British Bombshell was completely weakened from the torture she had suffered in the last few days.
She found herself lying on her back atop a surgical table...with several sensors attached to different parts of her naked voluptuous and muscular creamy body...her muscular creamy arms and long muscular creamy legs outstretched...her creamy hands and erotic bare creamy feet bound to the sides of the table by strong leather restraints.
Her moans caught the attention of a girl soldier who was on guard duty in the room with her.
She took an electric vibrator and moved it over Lady Britannia's naked huge firm creamy breasts...especially their sexy summits.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...NO...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...STOP...MY WIDE BRITISH AREOLAS...MY BIG BRITISH NIPPLES...YOU'RE MAKING THEM...HAA...HAA...HAA...HAAAAAAAAAAAARD...AGAIN...UUUUUUUH
NOT LETTING ME RECOVER...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...GETTING DIZZY...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...WEAK...SLEEPY
...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH" moaned Lady Britannia loudly in pleasure as she wiggled helplessly atop the surgical table...as her famous areolas and nipples were aroused in record time.
The girl soldier then used her right middle and index fingers to vigorously rub the Busty British Bombshell in her big hard wet and excited glossy pink clitoris.
"NO...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...NOT MY BIG BRITISH CLITORIS...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
..DEFENSELESS...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...CAN'T STOP YOU...IT'S GETTING...SO....HAA...HAA...HAA...HAA...
...HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD...WET...EXCITED...GETTING...HHH...HHH...HHH...HOT....HHH...HHH...HHH...HORNY...HHH...
HHH...HHH...HHH...HELPLESS...HHH...HHH...MUST....NOT...HHH...CAN'T...HHH...HHH...HHH" moaned Lady Britannia as she felt the growing urge to have a gigantic orgasm.
Seconds away from having one...she saw the unmasked face of the girl soldier who was molesting her.
Using all her concentration and her photographic memory, Lady Britannia remembered that the girl's name was Olga Liwa, and that she was Polish.
"Olga...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh..Stop...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Your parents...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...miss you...
..They're...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...still looking for you...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Lady Britannia in pleasure...hoping her plan would work...as she inched closer to a gigantic orgasm and certain defeat again.
Her words disrupted the hypnosis that Olga was under and she stopped...allowing the Busty British Bombshell to regain enough of her strength to free herself from the surgical table.
Lady Britannia gently held Olga's arms and reminded her of who she was...before she was kidnapped by the Soviets.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Olga in pain and pleasure as she fainted in Lady Britannia's muscular creamy arms.
. Resisting, the heroine told Olga to stop, that her parents missed her, that in the middle of the war, they were still looking for her.
A few minutes later, Olga woke up and saw a fully attired Lady Britannia was with her.
"Do you know who I am?" asked Lady Britannia.
"Yes" replied Olga.
"How can I save the other girls?" asked Lady Britannia.
"They are in the main mind control machine room...the last room in the complex...but it's almost inaccessible" said Olga.
"Maybe for normal people but not for me!" replied Lady Britannia with a smile and Olga nodded in agreement as she admired the heroine's voluptuous and muscular body which was framed by her skintight Union Jack bodysuit.
Side by side...the Busty British Bombshell and Olga headed towards the last room in the Soviet complex that was known as the Red Room. The muscles of her voluptuous body accentuated and framed against the fabric of her skintight Union Jack bodysuit...
Lady Britannia effortlessly dispatched 50 Soviet soldiers who tried to stop her from reaching the main mind machine control room.
Kicking the door to the room open...the Busty British Bombshell entered to find a super computer in the background. The sight amazed her because British Military Intelligence had no idea that the Soviets had such technology at their disposal.
She pushed that thought to the back of her mind as Major Yelen Labratitova was already waiting for her there with 7 girl soldiers who were still under the Soviet mind control.
Olga slipped into the room unnoticed and hid behind some equipment near the main mind control machine.
She watched as Lady Britannia...the muscles of her voluptuous body accentuated against the fabric of her skintight Union Jack bodysuit...engaged the seven girl soldiers. Olga knew the plan was for her to destroy the main mind control machine...while Lady Britannia created a diversion by fighting the other girl soldiers. With machine destroyed...their minds would be freed from the Soviet hypnosis.
But Major Labratitova quickly realised this was the plan as she spotted Olga heading towards the supercomputer.
Just as Olga was about to press a button that would initiate a self-destruct sequence for the supercomputer...the Soviet major came up behind her and clubbed her in the back of the head with a blackjack.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Olga as she collapsed to the floor unconscious.
The Busty British Bombshell heard Olga's moan and turned her head to see the Polish girl fall to the floor.
"No!!" cried Lady Britannia...allowing herself to be distracted at an inopportune moment...and cause her own plan to unravel.
A girl soldier threw a gas bomb which exploded directly between the Busty British Bombshell's huge firm breasts...that were framed against the fabric of her skintight Union Jack bodysuit.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...GAS...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...MAKING MY WIDE BRITISH AREOLAS...MY BIG BRITISH NIPPLES...HAAA...HAAA...HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
...DIZZY....UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...WEAK...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...SLEEPY" moaned Lady Britannia as she staggered backwards on the balls of her feet...the explosion tearing a hole in the upper part of her skintight Union Jack bodysuit...exposing her huge firm creamy breasts.

The girl soldiers took advantage of the heroine's weakness and once again made a combined attack.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...STOP...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...MY BIG BRITISH NIPPLES...BEING SQUEEZED...UUUUUUUUH
...ROTATED...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...THEY'RE GETTING...HAAA...HAAA...HAAAAAAAARDER...MY WIDE BRITISH AREOLAS...ALSO GETTING...HAA...HAA...
...HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARDER...MY BIG BRITISH CLITORIS...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...MY BIG BRITISH ANUS...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
...BEING MOLESTED...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...THROUGH MY COSTUME...THEY'RE GETTING...HAAA...HAAA...HAAAAAAAAAAARD...WET...EXCITED...CAN'T FIGHT BACK...GETTING...HHHHHHHHHHHHHH...HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...HOT...HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...HORNY...HHHHHHH
...HHHHHH...HHHHHHHHHH...HORNY...HHHHHHHHHHHH...HHHHHHHHHHHHHH...HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...HELPLESS...HHHHHHHHHHHHHH...HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." moaned Lady Britannia loudly in pain and pleasure as four soldier girls took turns squeezing and rotating her big puffy hard erect and bullet-shaped glossy pink nipples...360 degrees clockwise and anticlockwise...while the other three girl soldiers used pieces of iron to rub the heroine in her big glossy pink clitoris and in her big glossy pink anus...through the fabric of the lower part of her skintight Union Jack bodysuit.
Her head reeling with growing dizziness and fatigue...her eyelids fluttering with growing heaviness in the slits of her Union Jack mask which stretched across the upper part of her beauteous face...framed by her long mane of fiery red hair...the Busty British Bombshell could only moan loudly with pleasure as she got closer to having an overwhelming sequence of orgasms that would leave the heroine at the mercy of the Soviets.
Just at that moment...an image of the warrior queen Boudicca appeared in her mind.
"You can't give up Lara Havenloft. You must save these girls"
Mustering her strength...Lady Britannia threw all seven of the girl soldiers off of her...then hurled the iron rods they were using to assault her in her clitoris and her anus at the supercomputer causing it to explode. The force of the explosion knocked out all seven girl soldiers as they tried to attack her again.
But the Busty British Bombshell got no reprieve as Major Yelen Labratitova came from behind her while she was in a half-squatting position...placed a small vibrator in the space between her huge thighs...were her big clitoris was located and pressed the button to the maximum.
"UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH"
moaned Lady Britannia loudly in pleasure...as he had 10 gigantic orgasms in a row...collapsing on to her back on the floor...her muscular creamy arms limp past her head...her long muscular legs spread wide open below her wide shapely waist...on the verge of certain defeat...barely clinging to consciousness.
"You have failed big breasted British fool! I no longer need these girls! I will capture you and keep you as the perfect specimen for experiments!" gloated Labratitova as she prepared to use the vibrator on Lady Britannia's big clitoris...knowing that one more gigantic orgasm would knock her out.
But the Soviet major had forgotten about Olga who had regained consciousness.
The Polish girl came up behind Labratitova and clubbed her in the back of the head with a baton.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" groaned the Soviet major as she passed out on the floor next to Lady Britannia.
The Busty British Bombshell allowed Olga to help her get to her feet.
"Thanks for saving me" said Lady Britannia.
"I owe you for coming to rescue me and the others. I'm sorry for what I did to you. What we did to you" replied Olga as the other girls gathered around them.
"It's time for me to take you home" said Lady Britannia as she took the girls out of the Red Room base...as fire spread from the destroyed super computer and engulfed the base...putting an end to the Soviet experiment

12 hours later

Lady Britannia took the kidnapped girls to a British base in Poland.
They would receive medical care and then returned to their home countries to be reunited with their families.
Lady Britannia was briefed by the one of the intelligence officers at the base about who was responsible for these kidnappings.
She knew she couldn't blame the Soviets because of their alliance with Britain and the United States against the Nazis and their allies.
"It was a criminal group without a nationality. They were trying to profit on kidnapping and selling children while the war was going on" Lady Britannia told the officer.
While she wondered if the threat of the Red Room was completely gone...Lady Britannia knew she had to focus on Nazi Germany and winning the war to end its threat to the world.

End.