Drop off the killer at jail, the others may still be useful, now get to work on summoning Titania.

Ultraboy lifted the wheezing man to his shoulder in an easy motion, then turned to face the Librarian. “Thank you for your assistance. To that end, I will not bring you in, so long as you keep in touch with her,” he looked over his shoulder at the scantily clad redhead who’d spent their conversation being confused. “So I have a way to get in touch.” He winked at the redhead who brightened at this.

“Okay,” the Librarian agreed in the throaty voice of a born dominatrix.

“Oh, and don’t do anything to her,” the Librarian winced and he heard an inarticulate word of protest from behind him and turned his head to wink again, “that she doesn’t let you do.” He glanced back at the Librarian and smiled, “Or, I guess you could, so long as she doesn’t complain of you to me, when we speak, and we will be speaking.”

The lovely ladies smiled as the Librarian retrieved her crop and Ultraboy walked past her. A few words in the would-be murderer’s ear at a thousand feet up led him to confess to attempted **** and **** after Ultraboy dropped him off at the police station.

After taking the usual precautions against being followed Ultraboy headed home, rather hard from the thought of those hotties getting it on.

Ultramom was waiting for him, with dinner on the table and her naked. She’d prepared food meant to be served cold, fruit, a vegetable tray, canapes, in fact, it looked like she’d scavenged from a catered dinner, as she could barely cook herself. She had clearly been standing waiting for more hours and looked ready to wait for until the end of time, if that was what it took. “Thank you.”

She lowered her head in gratitude, and in shame, so he reached out and spanked her well-muscled ass hard. “Whenever you aren’t in costume, I expect you to wear heels.” This was an absurd demand, she owned a few heels, but viewed them as degrading and stupid. “The highest you own.” She sped off, earning herself another slap. “You don’t leave until I give permission.”

“I’m sorry, may I go change into heels?” She asked, obedient to his absurd demand, though the idea that it was more absurd than blowing him, or getting titfucked by him made sense only in Ultraboy’s mind.

“In a moment.” Ultraboy went back to his room and changed into civilians clothes, not bothering with underwear and wearing sweats and a t-shirt. Then he returned and took a seat. “Go now,” he said, picking over the food.

She returned in modest two inch black heels, though it still raised her up to taller than him again. That was alright. “Have you eaten?”

“No.”

“Good. From now on, you may eat when hungry, except when we’re together,” he added, forestalling her movement towards the table. “When we’re alone together, you will either be naked, except for heels, of course, or in clothes you have earned. Perhaps, eventually, you will earn your ordinary clothes back, but for the immediate future, expect your clothes to serve the purpose of getting me ready and able to punish you as needed. Tonight, you will eat as soon as I’m done.”

“Okay,” she agreed, subsiding back to her waiting position.

“Actually, this is all finger food, and I’ve had a long day, come feed me.”

Ultramom, no, in those heels, she was Brenda, came over and resolved the spacing problem by seating herself in his lap legs off to the left, one arm wrapping around his neck, in a lover’s embrace, the other lifting a grape to his lips, like a harem girl of old, or at least of old porn.

Bryce let one arm wrap around her waist and the other traced abstract patterns in her thigh. She lifted a glass of wine to his lips, giving him a sip, then replacing it on the table. He squeezed her breast roughly, “Aren’t you going to ask about why my day was soooo long?” He asked.

“I’m sorry, why was your day so long?” She asked, in a tone painfully similar to that when they were a normal family…

“Well, besides all the temptations and disappointments,” she shook against him, almost dropping the grape she was lifting to his mouth, Bryce lurched forward and caught it and her fingers in his mouth, biting down just hard enough to make it clear her could hurt her, before slipping the grape free with his tongue and biting down on the juicy fruit. “I caught a ****, discovered a married woman essentially conducting a lesbian affair, infused with elements of BDSM and I figured out how we’re going to deal with Puck.”

“How?” she asked, twisting so that Bryce’s hand rests on her ass, not her hip, and not coincidentally grind herself against his hardening cock

“We’re going to make a deal with Titania. But first we need to summon her and for that…”