Pull it out and feed it to her. Better safe than sorry.

Her legs fell to the floor and Ultraboy managed to slip from her cock-slot, replacing his cock with his fingers. Only a few drops of his cum remained within easy reach of his fingers, most of the superseed having been sucked up by Ultimamom’s equally super womb. But enough came out to work. Probably.

He buried his hands in her silken hair and pulled her from the battered prison supervisor, her strap-on sliding free with a wet slunk, as Ultraboy blasted Ultimamom with every image of submission he could find in her mind and shoved the fingers in her mouth like the savage cock, like his savage cock, which was invading her mouth in her mind.

Rather than biting, the super-slut suckled it, like she was trying to get it hard so he could fuck her—no so he could use her, like he had before. A futile exercise for his hand, though, despite everything, his cock twitched at her onslaught and at the loving devotion in blue eyes which had once held nothing but contempt and hatred.

“Good girl. Wait there.” He ordered, almost gently. She did so, without hesitation, her skin glowing with sweat and pleasure, still in the remnants of her costume, soaked strap-on bobbing obscenely between her legs as she knelt, awaiting her master’s orders.

Ultraboy tossed the prison supervisor’s, by now cold, coffee on the **** traitorous bitches bare ass and cunt. She jerked awake, shocked at the pain and soreness in her everywhere, then even more shocked at the sight of her goddess, so clearly dominated, kneeling before a man in black duralexx, well except for that obscene cock, bouncing with each movement, drawing the eye, at least the eye of her goddess. Her complaints and questions paused at that sight, then died when his hand pulled her roughly, by her long black hair to kneel at his feet.

He needed to save energy to deal with Ultimagirl, but it didn’t take much to replace Ultimamom with himself in Asa’s mind, not with the evidence of her eyes to support the new god in her life.

“Clean your god’s cock of your false idol’s weakness.” Ultraboy said, beginning to wonder just how much of what he was saying was manipulation and how much was him becoming his mask? His increasingly sweaty mask.

“Yes, milord.” Asa said instantly, submissively licking the softening white monster before her, then taking its entire length into her mouth and gently swirling her tongue around the prick which was now the center of her universe, getting the last few molecules of his seed free from it, which, in turn, burned away the last few particles of doubt in her mind.

Ultraboy smiled at his new slaves as Asa lowered her head further, cleaning his balls of Ultimamom’s splashed juices he decided what order to give them…