Check in on Ultrafuta.

“Good, your new outfit works. Prepare a report including plans of the brothel, all information you have on the security, potentially dangerous clients and the superpowered individual who is running it, as well as three tactical plans for extracting the prostitutes safely with different levels of **** directed towards the security and clientele.”

“And what will you be doing, my dear, while I’m doing all the prep work?” Nishi asked, sliding the veil and headscarf down so her caramel face was thoroughly visible.

“Checking on the other women in this house,” Ultraboy said, heading for the door.

“Shouldn’t I come along? I wouldn’t want the Voodoo Queen to give you any trouble.”

“I can handle it. After all,” Ultraboy’s head turned to glance at her for just a moment, “I handled you.” Because he was watching he saw the slight flush, the glance away, the jerk of her robe, all of which indicated the arousal which the reminder of his supposed strength inflicted upon the beautiful futa. He was still trying to figure her out, but her love of strength was obvious.

“Do you have a computer?” She asked, when his hand reached the door.

“Ah, follow me,” Ultraboy led her to an office and logged into a machine, giving her basic permissions for word processing and internet access, but no deeper access to their database, or systems. Then he smiled to himself and pulled up the security feeds, found where everyone was (the master bedroom, with its king size bed and private bath, unsurprisingly) and left that feed on another monitor (after making sure she couldn’t record it) he glanced at the screen and smiled, seeing Ultramom, no Mommyslut standing, Ultimamom and Ultimagirl on their knees, Ultimamom worshiping Mommyslut’s new cock, while Ultimagirl was underneath Mommyslut, head tilted back and worshipping her cunt and ass. Both the futas had their hands bound behind their backs and Mommyslut was leaning heavily on the dresser, clearly having cum a lot, painting the faces of both of the supervillainesses several times, with cum from both her pussy and her dick. The poor supervillainesses’ cocks were hard as rocks, pointed upwards, begging for any contact to finally let them cum.

Only the Voodoo Queen was not visible…

He turned up the volume so the sound of sex and Mommyslut’s repetitive, but now quiet cries that “Mommyslut will protect her studly son! Punish his enemies!”

He turned and walked out to the chorus of that. “Punish his enemies, indeed,” he whispered as he passed, spanking her hard in passing, provoking a squeak and a jump.

Ultraboy walked the halls of his home, perverted and defiled as it was, he was still hard as a rock. He stepped into the master bedroom and saw why he hadn’t seen the Voodoo Queen on the security camera.