Jealousy, hatred, lust and a plan for corruption…

Ultraboy almost rocked back under the **** of her emotions towards him. Oh, not of the black-clad man standing over her, groping her and playing with her mind. That was nothing new for Ultimagirl. No, her obsession was Ultraboy, her counterpart, for whom that wasn’t a normal day, who got the respect and admiration of the public, while she was hated, who got a life, not merely a secret identity, who undoubtedly used his powers in secret to be a god amongst the mortals, while she had to hide like a little bitch (none of this was true, but Ultimagirl was all tied up in knots about him).

But that would soon change. Ultimagirl had a plan to corrupt the goody-two-shoes, turn him into the only thing worse than a supervillain, he would be a supervillains little bitch-toy, broken by endless torments, but not mind control. When he knelt at her feet, begging for an end to his pain, begging to serve her in whatever way she asked, begging to spread his ass for her strap-on, or the cock of her minions, it would be real. She’d talked to Pleasure about it before and it had been part of the plan for his ****, after destroying his reputation and Ultramom’s. Even know, a part of her mind was planning how to convince this new man with powers so like Pleasure’s to assist her, with the capture and the ****, the conversion would be her project alone, she couldn’t risk accidental mind control. It all had to be real…