Lady Skye needs a lesson and the Green-Piece is the perfect instrument for delivering it…

Ultraboy noted the Green-Piece, which looked like an absurd complicated and flashing ray gun and slid the weapon free from its case, along with Techman’s hacking device. He dropped off the gun in his quarters and brought the hacking device along to where Ultramom was waiting. She’d changed into one of Ultimamom’s costume’s she’d captured a while back. The fit was almost perfect, though Ultramom was slightly taller, the height difference was mostly in the legs.

Ultraboy had to restrain a start as even knowing it was actually Ultramom it was hard not to see his old enemy, was horribly disconcerting, especially given his last view of Ultimamom. Apparently the spell Tiny Mage had case meaning that without actual knowledge of the identity of a superhero or villain which, you could not connect them to their alter ego, apparently this also made it hard to tell them apart, at least when they were dressed the same, that might be useful to remember in future…

“Wow, I couldn’t tell you apart. Those guards won’t stand a chance.” Ultraboy said truthfully.

“Good. Now,” she bounced over to him, “we’ll have to make sure they don’t announce my capture, or Ultimamom may get involved. Just tell them to keep it quiet until we recapture Ultimagirl, we don’t want to set off a rescue attempt.”

“That should work.”

“Now, I’ll need to be restrained, to explain how you brought me in and these guards now the real restraints, so I’ll have to be really bound in those reinforced titanium cuffs we use,” suddenly Ultramom blushed, “I’ll go get them.”

Ultraboy nodded and followed Ultramom’s progress on the security monitor. She went, not to the armory, or to their vehicles, or to the trophy room, but rather to her bedroom. That had interesting implications…as did all of this.

Ultramom returned holding a full set of binders and the weights that would keep her from flying. “A little help, sweetie?” She asked, holding out the binders.

Ultraboy took her hands and pulled them behind her back, binding them together, making Ultramom arch her back and thrust out her massive chest. Then he knelt behind her perfect ass and bound her ankles together so she could manage no more than an awkward shuffle. Finally he attached the heavy weights that bound ankle binders to wrist binders so that she could not fly (they could carry far more while on the ground than they could carry while flying, so it wouldn’t be a problem to move her…)

A slight gasp escaped her as the last of the chains snapped shut, rendering her helpless. “Oops, I guess we should have done this down in the car, just carry me down there, okay, sweetie?” She asked.

Ultraboy swung her to his shoulder with a slight grunt, like a Viking carrying off his captured booty, and he could have sworn that he felt her shudder against him and heard her moan, not with the impact of taut stomach against hard-muscled shoulder, but with pleasure…

It was almost like she was tempting him to take action, but what action, he could deliver her as planned, or he could collar her, mind control her, or, perhaps some practice for prison was in order…