Ultimamom’s pussy…at least to start.

Ultraboy didn’t really care about the games the Ultimabitches—no his Ultimabitches were playing. They hardly mattered. They were beaten. He didn’t much care if they broke each other, if they fucked each other, or if they fought over the chance to fuck him. He wanted them and now, now they were offering themselves and each other up to him like lambs to the slaughter, like whores to a cock, like slaves to a master…

He slid in behind her and lined his cock up with her sopping pussy, dragging its hardness against her clit, then up, lubricating its head as he split her lips very slightly, then the huge head of his cock was pressed against her asshole, dragging moans of pleasure and surprise from the bent over supervillainess. “Mistress, may I cum when he fucks me?” She begged, trying to minimize her future punishments.

Ultraboy nodded vigorously, though Ultimamom couldn’t see it, Ultimagirl could.