Absolutely... Rewards Her Submission

Bryce barely controls himself from smashing Monica into the counter. She is **** as a normal to his powers now.

“Uuuuggghhh” With a grunt Monica expels all the air from her lungs, Bryce presses her viciously into the counter.

The violent treatment highlights Monica's vulnerability to Bryce, and makes her gushing wet; And, she loves every moment of it.

Impaling Monica with one fluid high powered stroke, Bryce ferociously growls in her ear as he reaches around and grabs her breasts. He kneads and mauls them with an animal's intensity. He uses them to lever his blood engorged man meat into her to even harder.

“Oh Goddess!!!” Monica moans between her whimpers of pain and sexual fulfillment.

“Not here bitch... I am... Say my name!” Bryce commands as he continues to plow her in ways she has never been plowed before. His organ stuffed and stretching her vagina with delicious discomfort.

“Bryce!!! Fuck me harder, Master!!!” The designation change is absolutely unbidden but Monica is beyond caring about what she used to care about.

A new reality faces Monica and she has already committed to it. Escaping the collar before had been a stroke of luck. Luck is like lightning and rarely strikes twice.

The conscious that Bryce has resuscitated within Monica is flaring back to life with a vengeance. She knew she deserved this and more. More than Bryce even knew.

“Uuuhhh... eeehhh... eeehhh... yyyiiiieee!!!”

Abruptly an orgasm erupts within Monica blowing all rational thought from her mind.

With superheroic **** of will, Bryce compels himself from releasing inside Monica just yet. Feeling this tight bitch's cunt gripping him with her velvet tightness has him near the edge already. This is one of his living fantasies made manifest.

“I am rewarding you for good behavior. You're my bitch now!” Bryce commands with abundant resolve.

Resistance is beyond Monica's ability to comprehend at the moment. She bobs her head half from the vicious repeated fucking and the other half acknowledging her new status. “Yes master!!! uuuhhh... uunnnhhh....” A minor orgasm rips through her as her mind submits to him. “I am your bitch! Your slut!!!

“Please fuck your slut more, Master!!!!” Monica pleads again without hint of malice or hidden agenda. The only thing she wants right now is more pleasure.

Being this close to the edge Bryce realizes something rather primitive. “When did you ovulate last?” Abruptly he realizes the question involves too much thinking for her at the moment. “Are you fertile?”

The question is easy and obvious for Monica. “Yes Master! Please fuck your baby in meeeeee!!!!” The idea of being knocked up by her nemesis's only son is humiliatingly enough to launch another orgasm through her helpless and defenseless mortal coil.

Monica rarely considered contraception because she rarely found a male she felt worthy of spending any time within her. When she did, she made sure they used a condom. She found the whole experience of motherhood with Ultimagirl, Shelby, to be humiliating.

Now the idea of carrying Bryce's child fills Monica's lust addled mind with pride.

Without any thought of Ultramom, Bryce decides to reward his new bitch. He slams his hips up into Monica, lifting her hips up and high-heel covered feet off the floor.

As Bryce releases his seed deep within Monica he lets a bestial vicious growl resonate form his throat. He gives into the reptilian urge to mark her as his property with biting lightly into her neck. Subconsciously she whimpers submissively.

Bryce steps back and withdraws from Monica's tight cunt with a loud 'POP'. She groans with sadness at the loss of his member. She remains half addled from the even larger orgasm he just drove her through with his seeding of her garden.

“Granted... I know when you have been naughty... Good behavior will be rewarded. Continued good behavior may result in liberties being returned either temporarily, or even sustained.”

A violent slap of Monica's tight small ass inspires her to respond despite her delirious mind. “Yes! I understand Master!” She sighs stuffed full of contentment, as this earns gentle kneading of her gluteus maximus by Bryce.

“I remind you that I will know any ulterior motives or nefarious plans to regain control you may hatch... You will dislike the result.”

Monica is nothing, if not a quick learner. “Yes! I understand Master!”

“Good, prepare the house for company. You may want to consider what to say to your daughter. If I dislike your appearance, or the house's appearance in any way I will leave Shelby in charge of you.”