Ultraboy intervenes. Successfully.

Ultraboy had been in the area, for no particular reason, and certainly not because he wanted to see how sexy the photoshoot got, but hings had gone farther, faster than he expected, but finally he was in position to see. And then to act.

The chloroform covered rag that Ultimagirl had brought to handle Ultramom, if she’d turned out to be a fighter, rather than a slut, came down over Ultimagirl’s mouth as his other hand wrapped tight around Ultimagirl’s stomach, pinning her arms to her sides. The smell and sounds of sex had covered Ultraboy’s approach. Kim lacked the strength to interfere and Ultimagirl’s strength was being sapped by the chloroform. She writhed, trying to escape driving her smaller tits against his strong arm and her pert ass his hardening cock. Kim charged, but a kick from Ultraboy sent her sailing into a wail, trying to breathe. It was enough to knock him off-balance though, so they went over, Ultimagirl atop him, as if she were riding him, reverse cowgirl.

Finally she went limp against him. He held the rag in place until he was sure she was actually out. As he rose, Ultramom finally began to move to cover herself as she blushed, and dripped.

He turned to Ultramom as he retrieved Kim’s camera. The woman who’d raised him, a model of virtue, modesty, courtesy and honor was revealed to be a slutty whore for a woman who had repeatedly humiliated him. The anger he’d felt at being **** to fight evil as a child, the shame at being defeated and humiliated so many times, the love he felt for her, the lust he felt for Ultimagirl and Kim, all merged together into a wad of words that shot out of his mouth.