Screw it! !--

His dick was almost painfully hard at this point and there was no way that Ultramom would let him do anything about it, besides, given what she’d done to Ultimamom, she deserved to be punished almost as bad as the Ultimabitches.

He bent over and slapped Ultramom’s ass, hard enough for the sound to echo in the basement. She jerked awake, automatically thrusting into Ultimamom’s cunt, provoking a moan from the waking supervillainess. They started to move in awkward surprise at being lip to lip, breast to breast and cunt to dildo with each other, only for Ultraboy to stomp down hard on Ultramom’s back. “Don’t get up bitches.” He commanded, voice cold as ice, establishing in everyone’s mind that he was in charge, and not coincidentally, keeping as much beautiful woman as possible pressed against Ultimamom.

“What?” Ultimamom moaned through a throat screamed raw.

“Ultraboy?” Ultramom asked.

“Don’t say my name ****. I saw and recorded the whole thing and all of you are in deep trouble. But don’t worry, if you do everything and I do mean everything I say, then the recording of your ****, your violation,” he glanced at the tied up Ultimagirl, “and your pathetic defeat, will remain private and I’ll handle the punishment.

“Bullshit!” Ultimamom exclaimed, voice rough. “You’d never do that, it would expose your mother too!”

“My mother the ****?” He countered, straddling them and seating himself on the pile, like it was a horse. “Who raised me to be a vigilante? You are a stupid dyke bimbo, ain’tcha?” He asked, wincing internally at the slur. Ultramom was shaking under him, in revulsion and self-hatred. That was expected and he would fix it. The solution to guilt was punishment, at least for the virtuous…

“I’m not a—“

“That screaming orgasm suggests otherwise. Oh, and don’t imagine you can make me delete the recording. If I don’t do specific things at specific times, the internet gets the best porn ever. I can resist as long as I need to, not that I need to resist for long, after all, we now know that a bitch’s caresses are all it take to turn you into a sopping pile of need and weakness. Oh, and the other questions you might want to ask before you do anything except what I say, are: ‘Where is Puck?’ and ‘How did he get out of that chair?’”

Silence answered this question. “How do we even know that you’ve got this recording?” Ultimagirl asked, the closest of the three women to be in control, as she’d suffered the least and had the least at stake, though the revelation of her weakness and defeat would be embarrassing, it didn’t compare…

Ultraboy rose and picked up Ultimagirl’s laptop. Ultramom started to rise, to pull away from the nemesis she had **** and in whose cunt her dildo was still buried. “I didn’t say you could get up yet, bitch.” He said without turning around.

Ultramom submissively sank back down, inevitably filling Ultimamom’s cunt with the dildo once again, and equally inevitably pushing the base of the strap on back against Ultramom’s ultrasensitive clit, provoking a tiny moan from the superheroine.

He casually stepped on her back as he walked over to Ultimagirl and played the recording of her defeat and her mother’s ravaging from painful beginning to orgasmic end, though he’d removed the part afterwards that showed how he dealt with Puck (for the moment, a longer term solution would be needed, but he knew magicians…)

“Satisfied?” He asked, observing her beginning to twitch against the bonds, her hips moving in time to Ultramom’s thrusts, but her eyes had been on Ultimamom the entire time. The flush in her face wasn’t entirely anger.

“Yes.” She whispered, though she clearly wasn’t.

“Then are you all ready to be good girls?” Ultraboy asked.