Screw it! She asked, but a blowjob –no, a face fuck—is as far as he’s comfortable with at the moment and he can make it fit the…punishment theme.

Ultraboy grabbed her by her long blonde hair. “You need to be punished! You need to be cleansed!” He freed his cock from his costume. It was so hard it was pointing straight up. He was not going to last long, but he wanted to, so he chose something that wouldn’t get him off too fast, and worked…

“Lick those balls, no worship them! They produce the seed that will purify you and redeemed.”

Ultramom’s tongue obediently began to suck on his large balls, tongue probing the testicles which were already churning out the cum he was going to spill upon, or perhaps within, her…As she built a nice layer of saliva on his balls, Ultraboy decided how he would proceed and hope he could make it through all of it. Ultramom’s submissive licking and suckling did not slow as the effects of the negatonium faded.

He wrapped his hand in her silken hair and lifted her up, soft lips open, slick with her own saliva. “Kiss the head of my cock,” he said, his other hand bending his cock so it pointed directly at her, his massive throbbing meat’s single eye meeting her pair of sapphire ones.

She obediently pressed her full lips against the head of his cock. “Kiss it like a lover, or like your victim.”

Her skin burned as she opened her mouth and her tongue caressed the folds and flesh of his cock, lapping at his pisshole like it dispensed another form of cream. His hand slowly pulled her forward until she could no longer pretend it was a kiss. “Kiss that shaft. I want to see your lipstick on my fucking stomach.”

Ultramom did her best, keeping her lips pressed hard against his mammoth cock. She shuddered when his cock-head entered her throat and she gagged, her throat milking it. Instinctively she pulled back and bent her head against his thigh gagging and gasping for breath.

Ultraboy tapped the lipstick stains which stopped about two-thirds of the way down his cock. “This ain’t my belly and that ain’t anything I want,” he echoed her words back to her.

She shuddered in shame and arousal against his leg. “But…” she began, though it wasn’t clear that she actually had anything to say beyond registering a protest.

“I don’t want to hear anything from you until your punishment is over. You can nod, or shake your head, but the only sounds I want to hear from those lips are moans, slurps, or shrieks. Do you understand?”

Ultraboy felt her nod against his groin. He lifted her to her feet by her hair and led her over to the nearest empty table. A complicated martial arts move sent her sprawling across it, back against the cold metal of the table. A rough pull and her head was dangling off the edge. “Hold onto the end of the table. If your hands leave the table, then this punishment will not count towards your redemption.” She swallowed nervously and he watched her throat move and then she nodded.

Ultraboy’s hands closed on the mammoth mummeries that gave her her power, that had fed him as a baby...that was something to think about later, when his cock was not bobbing inches from that hot, wet mouth. “Get that cock in your mouth,” he said, thrusting his hips forward. It took her a dozen tries to capture his wildly bobbing and thrusting cock in her tight little mouth, the rest left trails of saliva and precum along her cheeks, forehead, eyelids and hair, but he didn’t pull away and make her fail.

Instead he squeezed those breasts and freed them from her costume, maybe as a reward, maybe for his own amusement. “Good. Now, don’t let it out of your mouth or you’re going to be very sorry.” He felt her try to nod.

Ultraboy fucked her face then, like a cunt, his hands using her tits as handholds, the same way that he would have used her waist if he’d been fucking her pussy. He watched her throat stretch as his cock entered it with an absurd fascination. She gagged, desperately gripping the table edge, so hard she was crushing the metal between her fingers. Spit and precum ran down her face, into her nose, eyes, forehead and hair. Each thrust sent her head bouncing against the metal of the table, as her lips, tongue and throat followed Ultraboy’s cock whenever it tried to leave her mouth, in obedience to his commands. As he felt his orgasm approaching, Ultraboy slowed, leaned forward and hooked two fingers into her cunt, grinding her clit between his fingers within and his palm.

She shuddered and screamed into his cock as he buried it in her throat. He was lying atop her, the scent of her uncontrollable arousal filling his nose, the sight of her ruined costume, the press of her naked breasts against his stomach, it was all too much. He made sure he was as deep as he could be, balls pressed against her nose, chin against his stomach, as he came, filling her belly with his super-seed. He could feel her cunt shake, spurting against his fingers and trying to yank them in at the same time. Her own orgasm was a surprise, given the cirucmstances…

Ultraboy pulled back to let her breath and was rewarded with a gasp, pulling cold air in as his cock slid back, still cumming, his next shot filled her mouth, causing her to cough around his cock and he pulled away from her involuntarily moving teeth and shot his last line into her face.

He staggered backwards, maintaining his balance with an effort and checked to see if there was lipstick on his stomach (there was) before turning to admire his handiwork. Every molecule of Ultramom’s red lipstick had been rubbed from her lips onto his cock, or her teeth; a line of white bisected her face, which was otherwise a terrific mess. Her eyes had watered from the near suffocation, making her makeup run in tracks towards her forehead. Spit covered her face, along with cum, gluing her eyes shut; the beating of his balls on her spit-splatted face had sent it flying everywhere; some had even reached the silken mane of her hair which was hanging all the way to the floor.

Ultramom did not move and could not open her eyes. Ultraboy stepped forward and checked her hands were still on the table. They were. He casually dried his cum, spit and lipstick stained cock on her hair.

“Good. You’ve begun to walk the path of redemption.” Ultraboy said. “You may let go of the table and speak. Tell me everything you know about Puck and then you may go clean yourself up, but you will still be topless when you return.”

She let go of the table awkwardly as her fingers were stiff and painful. Sitting up was almost equally awkward, as her hands awkwardly covered her humongous tits and tight cunt. Her eyes, despite their super-strength couldn’t open against the sealing liquids of fuzed make-up, spit, cum and tears, so she was only sorta tracking him as he walked around the room, asking questions. She told him everything she knew about Puck and the Ultimabitches, everything Puck had done to her, everything which she had said to him, and everything he had said to her.

Ultraboy winced at the news that Puck had fucked her tits and that she’d made such an ambiguous deal with him.

“Go get cleaned up, I’ll take care of purifying your breasts later, now I need to look into Puck and the Ultimawomen.”