The Breeder’s robots and the pleasure they’d brought. Oh, and Ultramom, as he’d never seen her before…

Ultraboy almost staggered at the barrage of powerful images that burned in his mind from Ultimamom’s brain. His mother in place of the lovely Asian woman, Ultimamom fucking her like there was no tomorrow, no thought of harming the invulnerable fucktoy beneath her, the chains would hold her spread so she could not resist and the Herosplitter would let her feel every fold, tightening, and caress of the beautiful heroine’s cunt as she struggled to escape and he was inside Ultimamom, feeling every thrust into his mother through the villainess’s perceptions of what it would be like, no this was more than fantasy, there was some memory there, something…hidden.

At that thought her mind fought back, replacing the fantasy with one she was comfortable with, herself on the table, no chains now as the irresistible pleasure of the Breeder’s robots filled her, just a hint of Negatonium, mostly shielded, in them, but enough to make her weak, make her helpless before the robot which was filling her, using her as nothing but the receptacle of a man’s seed, a breeding cow, fit only for bringing other such into this world.

Ultraboy felt the thrill of such, but pulled himself back, he could only dig into one of the complex villainess’s neuroses, before her lusts pulled him in, should he pursue her submissive nature, or should he go after the mystery of her and Ultramom?