A racist, but rational response. Her cum always works...

She had always been the strongest, always been the most lustful and biggest, she fucked people, she didn't get fucked. Honor demanded that she remain a virgin, until she was married and she was never going to get married, never admit submission, but now, she had been ****. She had lost her virginity to Ultraboy, honor demanded she marry him, honor demanded she obey him. The same honor that had driven her to challenge Ultramom instead of sneaking up on her in a dark alley, the same honor which had given her only one route to sating the needs her body gave her, the need to fuck.

"You have to give her an order, not a suggestion and she needs to eat, she just grew a number of extra organs." Nishi explained.

Ultraboy listened. "Go inside and get dressed. Get something to eat and wait for me at the table." He ordered his mother. She nodded and swayed inside, not using any powers beyond her appearance, but her swaying hips, her costume's bottom pulled aside to reveal taut, muscular cheeks and cum dripping down sleek legs, drew the eye. Nishi noted that it drew Ultraboy?s eye too, though he tried to hide it. But he finally looked away. He was neatly packed back into his costume, tall, strong, every inch the conquering hero.

He knelt down in front of her, so she could see him from her chained position. "Now, what am I going to do with you? You turned my mother into a futa who takes my orders and prances around naked."

"You're welcome," the twenty-something futa snarked.

"You know what stops me from killing you? Nothing. Ultramom would have, but what/who you've turned her into won't. So, give me a reason not to kill you. Or prepare for oblivion."

"Because you've dishonored me. You owe it to me to marry me. As I must marry and obey you." Nishi explained, as if her personal, or cultural rules applied to him.

"I owe you?" He asked, incredulously, lifting her up by the throat with one hand, her limbs bent back in an X. She gasped, trying to breath and then the rest of her speech made it through the fog of his rage. The fact that her softening cock slapped him in the stomach helped distract him, though the drops of her cum staining his stomach didn?t help his mood. He dropped her and she fell in a painful jangle of limbs and chains, finding herself on her knees, level with his costume-covered cock.

"Must you obey me, even as my fiance?" He asked voice as cold as an arctic snowstorm.

"Yes."

"Can you break the engagement??

"No.?

"Is anything more required of the engagement than my asking and your agreement??

"No.?

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes."

"You swear on your honor," he knew about her honor, twisted as it was, it was unbroken and unblemished by her standards, "to obey me?"

"Yes."

"Not to fuck anyone or to convert anyone, without my express permission?"

"Yes."

"Not to hurt me, or my mother, nor allow us to come to harm, through action, or inaction?" He asked, cribbing from Asimov.

"Yes."

He reached for the keys, then paused. "You promise not to attempt to leave, or escape, not to try to get outside of the range of my commands, or avoid me or them?"

"Yes."

"You promise to follow my orders as you understand the spirit of them, not as some sort of literal genie?"

"Yes."

"Then let?s test that, shall we." It sounded like a question, but it wasn't one.

A question occurred to Nishi, who was actually a little frightened by the sudden shift in Ultraboy who she'd viewed as little more than a tight ass on a tightass, to be challenged for laughs and stretched for pleasure.