She should tell him a story about what they had planned for Ultraboy and Ultramom…

“Why don’t I tell you about what we had planned for Ultraboy and Ultramom before they got lucky and we got locked up, master? It’s nice and dirty. And it might give you some ideas for how to deal with them if they try to interfere with your plans?”

Ultraboy froze under his mask for just a moment and walked around Asa’s desk, pulling Ultimamom by her hair. Though she went more than willingly, his hand placement meant she was bent at the waist and staggering as she followed him. He claimed the seat and pulled her down so she was lying across his lap like a petulant child, his soft cock pressing against her belly. “What an excellent idea. And this way, I can punish you for anything…naughty you’ve done.”

She wriggled against him, pressing her large soft breasts against his thigh and raising her ass so it was a tempting target. “Yes, master, and I was going to be very naughty! See we’d caught that weak pussy Ultraboy and had a brain swapping machine. Ultimagirl and I fought over who would get to be Ultraboy. I probably should have let her, she’s so much weaker than I am, but after all those times I fought that big-titted-bimbo Ultramom, I really wanted to fuck her.”

Ultraboy’s cock jumped against Ultimamom’s stomach as he ran his hands over her firm ass. “I’ve heard the rumors about Ultraboy and Ultramom, are you saying those are true?”

“Maybe, master, I certainly would’ve tried to seduce her, it would be just perfect if that little bitch really was into her son! But if that failed, a Negatonium rod would’ve gotten us both dumb and randy enough to do anything to each other.”

The Negatonium did indeed do that, which was why he was so grateful…mostly so grateful that they’d never been exposed to it together.

“I just had to wait until we were both in costume and use it on us. Ultimagirl would have been on hand with the camera and those ‘heroes’ would never have been a problem again. We were gonna **** ‘em, not just to stay outta our way but to be our slaves. If they didn’t want every perv on the internet to see them getting busy with one another, they’d do whatever they wanted. I had such plans for Ultramom’s tits and Ultraboy’s ass! I love splitting virgin ass with a strap-on, so many of the so-called men cry like little bitches!”

Ultraboy’s cock deflated quite a bit. This was way beyond anything he’d known Ultimamom intended. His voice was cold. “Negatonium affects you and your daughter too. How was she going to get you out?”

“We had a remote controlled box of the stuff, push one button, the lead lined lid opens, push the other, it closes. She had the remote, then we’d run back to where we had Ultraboy locked up and we’d get him back where he belonged.”

“And what were your plans for Ultramom?” He asked, directing her away from him.

“Well, after I got tired of making her lick my cunt, of **** the shit out of her ass and pussy, of making her **** her son and making him **** her, of torturing the shit outta those tits, I was gonna rent her out to every goon, every thug, every criminal and supercriminal she ever locked up. She was gonna make me rich. As for Ultraboy, I was gonna turn him into a pretty-gurl whore, who got off—“ Ultraboy slapped her ass firmly.

“I didn’t ask what you were going to do to him, yet,” Ultraboy said, partly to stop her from saying stuff that might make him soft, and partly to distract himself from how close that was to what he’d done to Taboo, sorry Teddy.

“Sorry, master.”

“So you meant to use their public image as a weakness. Excellent. What are your and Ultimagirl’s—“ He paused. “What’s your real name?”

She shuddered against him, somewhere deep within her, Ultimamom screamed that if she answered this question she’d never be safe again, he would own her future, body and soul…