No. But they’ll obey.

"Yes,” Ultramom said eager for redemption.

“Fine.” Ultimamom agreed, resistance weakened by her orgasm and the pleasure that still burned through her system at the press of Ultramom’s flesh against hers.

He turned to Ultimagirl, who had the least to lose, and looked quizzically at her, as if he could wait until the end of time. “You can get up now, sluts.” He said, without turning around, though he enjoyed the various slurping sounds and brief moans as they separated and the sound of them fixing their clothes as best they could, Ultramom ripping the strap-on from her costume, only to discover that Puck had fuzed it to the damn thing, so she’d just ripped the crotch from her costume, revealing that she kept her pussy smooth (hardly a surprise given her costume, stray hair would be visible) and that she was still sopping wet, not that Ultimamom was in any position to give her shit on that front. The two rivals were wary of one another, but neither moved to put down the suddenly commanding Ultraboy.

“Tell him you’ll do what he says.” Ultimamom said, when she could no longer endure the silence, as Ultraboy and Ultimagirl stared at each other.

“Fine. Until I find a way to turn the tables and I will and then you’ll be my bitch, I promise you that,” Ultimagirl said.

“We’ll see,” Ultraboy replied, freeing her. She did not dive towards him, or make any improper move, as he’d half feared. “Is your van nearby?” He asked, more to maintain his momentum than from any concern that it was not.

“Yes.” Ultimamom admitted. “It’s in the garage.”

“Good. Let’s go. Ultimamom lead the way, then the ****, then Ultimagirl, then me. If any of you disobey me, you will all be destroyed, so I suggest you keep each other in line.” Ultraboy said.

The house they went through was mostly abandoned, but there was enough food detritus to make it clear they’d been squatting there for a while.

They climbed into the van and Ultraboy waved Ultramom into the driver’s seat as he climbed into the mostly open back with the Ultimabitches. “We’re going to the Cave, you’re driving.”

“We can’t show them the—“ Ultramom began.

Ultraboy deliberately reached out and popped her tits out of the top of her costume. “You’ll drive us there like that. Any more comments and I’ll make you do it with the windows rolled down.” The tinted windows would conceal her half-nakedness, open air would not.

She nodded obediently, a bright flush coloring her pale cheeks.

“As for the two of you,” Ultraboy glanced at the bruised, but beautiful supervillainess’s, “I can’t have you getting uppity, so, you’re gonna play with each other.”

“WHAT?” They chorused at him, including Ultramom.

Ultraboy sat down casually. “Drive, ****. Play, kidnappers. Or else.”

“You’re recording this too!” Ultimamom noted.

“Of course.”

“You want us to give you more **** material?” She asked incredulously.

Ultraboy rose and stepped forward, voice low and menacing. “I don’t need more **** material, shall I demonstrate what I can make you do to her? Or her to you?” Ultimamom and Ultimagirl looked fearfully at each other. “Or do you wish to do what is necessary to keep yourselves depowered so I don’t have to…remove you as a threat?”

“Like you could!” Ultimagirl snapped.

“Really? How do you think people would react to your weakness?” He turned to Ultimamom, “To your cumming while being ****? You’ll be targets from everyone out there and if Puck could convince Ultramom to do that to you, what do you think he can get the Punisher to do?”

“I thought you said you had a deal with Puck?” Ultimagirl asked, eyes narrowing as behind her, her mother pulled the remnants of her costume off and approached her, preferring to be the groper, to the groped, again.

“Like one deal could stop him from making another.” Ultraboy replied as Ultimamom’s hands ran over her daughter’s smooth shoulder’s freeing the remnants of her costume from pale shoulders. “Besides, I never said I made a deal with him.”

Ultimagirl started to respond, and stopped when her mother pealed her costume down to her waist, revealing her nice handful sized breasts. Ultimagirl squeaked “MOM!” Her hands rose instinctively to cover her breasts Ultraboy’s cock jumped as well. Ultimamom turned her around and kissed her gently.

“We have ****, sweetie, so we might as well have fun. I know you’ve experimented with girls, I can’t be that hideous, can I?” Ultimamom asked, trying to get her daughter into it.

“No, but—You knew?!?”

“Superhearing. And you aren’t quiet.”

“Oh.”

“You want to hear a secret?” Ultimamom asked, rubbing her soft warm body against Ultimagirl’s healing and sore one.

“Yes!” Ultimagirl’s eyes closed as she enjoyed the feel of those beautiful breasts on her.

“I used to frig myself off to the sound of it,” Ultimamom lied as she pulled her daughter down and their bodies entwined on the dirty floor of the van that mere hours earlier had held the **** body of the man who was forcing her to seduce her own daughter and whose cock was twitching, desperately for release…