Ultimamom crawls over to her daughter—exhausted.

Ultimagirl crooked one finger at Ultimamom who crawled slowly, gaping ass still swaying until she reached Ultimagirl. “Yes, mistress?” She whispered.

“You’ve been a good ****.” Ultimagirl unbent sore legs, spreading them wide and patted between them. “Sleep now, right here, next to my pussy. That’s where my new pet should sleep.”

Ultimamom curled up tightly between her daughter’s legs and was asleep within moments. Ultraboy walked over to Ultimagirl. “You can sleep too,” he whispered, cock still swinging free. “But first, check your ****’s work. After all, you’re responsible for her.”

Ultimagirl nodded, not accidentally bringing her forehead into contact with Ultraboy’s dangling cock. She lifted aching hands to manipulate his cock, bringing every inch of it before sapphire blue eyes for careful examination. Her tongue flicked out to touch up a spot she felt her mother had missed, then tucked him away, indicating a knowledge of his costume which was a bit worrisome. But her eyes closed a second after Ultraboy said she’d done a great job and her breathing slowed as she fell into the sleep of the exhausted and sated.

Ultraboy nodded and moved in a flash, faster than either of them could now, pillows supported Ultimagirl’s head and back, a blanket covered Ultimamom and there were large bottles of Gatorade right next to them, so when they awoke, they could rehydrate.

He was going through the safehouse, making sure there was nothing there that would give the Ultimaslaves a chance to turn the tables when his communicator beeped.