Check on the Ultimasluts, then look into Puck.

Ultraboy pulled up the security feed at the same time as he downloaded the recording of his…punishment of Ultramom (and the other recordings from the day) to a separate drive which he disconnected. Ultimamom and Ultimagirl were reacting to the Negatonium. In the time it had taken Ultraboy to cum once they had managed to drag themselves together and were currently locked in a complicated sixty-nine. Complicated because they were currently too stupid to figure out how to get out of their costumes…

Ultraboy set that up to record onto a networked drive which would actually have the protections in place that he’d asserted already existed. He decided to leave them to finish each other up before he removed them from the presence of the Negatonium. He watched for a moment. Okay, more than a moment, as they licked one another, pulling weakly at the duralexx that covered them. When he realized he was starting to harden again, he got down to work.

Then he turned his attention to Puck. There was little information in the database on the trickster, but there were leads on several people who would know more. He’d want to move fast, it was clear from the database and from Ultramom’s story that Puck would reform and his **** would be…unpleasant.

Ultraboy looked through the dossier of contacts with information about the Fair Folk. Ultramom returned, her face scrubbed clean, though her hair was still a little stiff as she hadn’t showered and shampooed yet. She’d left her costume bottoms on, though the rip made that less an exercise in modesty than in enticement, but was topless as he’d commanded.

“What’s next?” Ultramom asked, her voice hoarse from having her throat fucked roughly.

Ultraboy waved her forward. “Kneel.” She knelt in front of him, one arm under her breasts to provide support, though she no longer even bothered to attempt to conceal her hard nipples or bounteous titflesh. “Your tits were the root of this problem, your weakness and corruption. They were befouled by Puck’s seed and will be cleansed by mine. The Ultimawomen used them to make them weak, you will do so first. You will play with your tits until you cum, and only then will I cleanse them.”

“That will make me weak for a time.” Ultramom noted.

“Just as the Negatonium makes them weak.” He waved a hand at the screen where Ultimamom had managed to accidentally free Ultimagirl’s asshole from her costume (though not yet her cunt) and was desperately tonguing her daughter’s bunghole. “Until you are good, better that you not interfere.” Until you are sane, better you stay out of the way was closer to true.

Ultramom began to play with her breasts, punishing herself, her strong hands pulling on her nipples as they hardened under her pinching, pulling, torturing fingers. She moaned, kneeling before her son, who was ignoring her and examining the files.

The first potential was the most dangerous. The Oracle was an ancient power that could provide any information, but the ancient man’s price was often high and occasionally bizarrely sexual. On the other hand, he had three beautiful blondes who would obediently carry out any such request…

Okay, Ultraboy was trying to ignore Ultramom, but the sight was difficult to ignore. Especially when she lifted one tit to her mouth and sucked hard on it, nibbling away. His eyes fell to her for just a moment and he bent, sliding a finger into her wet cunt. She moaned. “Just checking to see if you’d cum yet.” Ultraboy said, as if that made any sense, then dried his finger on her hair.

He returned his attention to the screen. The second possibility was the Fairy. A famously hot, and famously girly transvestite. It was said that many a man had buggered the hottie and never realized. He, (or she), the Fairy switched gender identities with their mood, had chosen their name for irony and for their interest in the Fair Folk. A minor mage with illusion powers, the Fairy claimed to have never used them in creating the image of femininity, but the Fairy’s knowledge of the Fair Folk was second to no mortal. However, getting that information might be tricky, as the Fairy was a friend of the Fair Folk…

Ultraboy’s eyes slid from the image of the surprisingly tempting and slight pink clad figure on the screen to the buxom figure at his feet, who had found some binder clips and was using them as nipple clamps as she tortured her breasts, squeezing them, teasing, pinching every square inch of flesh as she grew weaker beneath her own punishment her hips moving to hump empty air, wishing something would fill her as shameful arousal and lust burned through her, her breathing grew ragged and Ultraboy’s pseudo casual check almost made her cum and the touch of his hand on her cheek as he dried it off brought her within a whisker of orgasm, but it fell away as his eyes returned to the screen.

The last option was the Librarian. Where the Fairy and the Oracle were neutral, the Librarian was a supervillainess, if one of limited scope and effectiveness. She punished people who damaged books, or closed libraries, by **** them and dominating them. A tall, raven-haired beauty, few of her victims ever reported their encounter, and more than one went on to reoffend, apparently in hopes of provoking a repeat encounter. Her power was that she knew everything that was written down, which made her ridiculously knowledgeable, but getting the information out of her might be difficult.

Ultraboy glanced down and saw her rip the clips from her nipples, forcing a tiny drop of white liquid on the tip of her nipple and Ultramom’s face contorting in pleasure as she **** a single drop of milk from the barren, but bounteous fields of her breasts. She convulsed and fell, mouth open in a silent, endless orgasm.

Ultraboy carefully caught her head before it impacted the table and guided her back to the floor. Her eyes closed, almost ****, or actually ****, her breasts rose and fell slowly, temptingly, the red marks of her groping already fading.

It was perfect. He would replace the memory of Puck, with himself. Ultraboy freed his hard cock and let it smack against her sore nipple, destroying that single drop of milk and her eyes opened. His cock slid along the top of her breast, landing in the valley between them. “Tell me what you want.” He commanded.

“Fuck my tits! Make them clean again. Drive all thought of that disgusting Puck out of my head and purify them. Use my udders to make yourself happy.”

“Hold your milk-bags together for me. Offer them up for my cock.” Ultramom’s hands rose and she wrapped her soft tits around his cock, holding them together as best she could in her weakened state. Ultraboy thrust forward, “I didn’t say stop.”

“Sorry! I’m sorry! Use those big tits of mine! Fuck the source of my power! Make me weaker, make me take the punishment I deserve! Punish these tits too. They deserve it! I use them to tease men, arouse them, make them want me. I get off on it, knowing they’re at home jerking off to the sight of me jiggling, but you get to make me jiggle, you get to tame my famous tits and in so doing tame me!”

The whole time she was talking, in an impressively not insensible manner for a woman who’d just cum and was having her tits fucked by her son, he was fucking her tits. His hands wandered over her body as hers held those funbags together for him. He caressed her soft belly, strong thighs, her cheeks and her hair and when she said he could tame her, his hands fell on her nipples and pinched, harder than she could bear in her weakened state. She screamed and Ultraboy spoke. “You already tamed yourself!”

“For you…master.” Soft lips formed the word, unprompted and Ultraboy knew he would not last.

“Keep talking,” he moaned, hands on her breasts, pressing them together harder than Ultramom could in her current condition to produce the warm tightness he desired.

“Cum for me. Cum for mommy. Cum for your ****. Mark my tits as yours. Cleanse them of Puck, cleanse them of all the stares of others and after they’ll only be yours. I swear, if you want I’ll wear a fucking burka so no one but you can see them. Cum on my—cum on your tits. Stake your claim to them and to me! OWN ME!” She screamed as Ultraboy rose from the warmth of her busom and his hands found his cock. He swung around, lowering his balls to her soft mouth, which opened to engulf and worship those organs as he jerked his cock towards those mountains, the fantasies of millions. She looked up, but all she could see was his ass, while her entire beautiful body was laid out for his eyes, as it should be. She convulsed when she finally felt the warmth of his seed on her flesh again.

Ultraboy’s second load of the day was almost the same size as the first, though it was propelled even farther, reaching the edge of Ultramom’s bikini bottoms, mere inches from her bare, tight cunt. That thought shook him for a few moment, but then he turned his attention back to her breasts, he’d drawn a line between them and now he carefully painted each nipple with his seed. He kept going until every drop of his cum was on her breasts, then poked a rare dry spot, dabbing his cock on her famous tits like they were a piece of toilet paper.

Ultraboy was on Cloud Nine, marking the beautiful woman beneath him with his seed as she begged him too, as she suckled the balls producing that seed…It was the most complete domination he could imagine, save one.