She needs to be shown her place…

“Since you can’t seem to get the fact that I—“ Shelby glanced at Ultraboy when he coughed delicately. “we own you, orgasms and all, we’ll just have to find a way to get it into your thick head.” She casually dried hands wet from her mother’s orgasm in the tangled blonde tresses.

“Wha—“ Monica asked, head falling to lie on the counter, unable to raise it due to her exhaustion.

“You’ll see soon enough,” Shelby grinned savagely at the beaten woman before her, “mom.” She dropped her mother from her attention with an almost audible thud. “Does this place have any women’s clothes? Suitable for…going out in?” She grinned eagerly at Bryce, hands running over her body, she was almost as aroused as her mother had been, if for different reasons and knew she’d need to cum, soon, especially if she was to maintain her composure through her…plan.

“Yes, follow me,” he clipped a ‘please’ off before it left his lips, keeping her in her place was going to be a struggle. He smirked, one he would enjoy, if he were honest with himself.

Quik-Boy had had a variety of women’s clothing in the closet, which Bryce hadn’t bothered to clean out (though he had wondered about it, seeing as how he knew Quik-Boy didn’t have a girlfriend and wouldn’t have taken one to his safehouse, and it all looked about his petite, deceased friend’s size…)

“oooo!” Shelby squealed jumping up and down (which did interesting things in her outfit) and clapping her hands at the sight of the clothes before her. “This is just perfect, she’ll barely fit, spilling those stupid huge tits and ass out, while I,” she grabbed a red evening gown, “will look simply divine!”

Bryce moved easily, lifting the gown out of her hands. “Hey!” She squealed, indignantly, then he was on her, lifting her off the ground easily, hands on her leather clad ass, he guided them back against the wall, pressing against her so she could feel the hard-on his jeans barely contained. He lifted her higher and she wrapped her legs around him automatically as he motorboated the teenage titties she’d taunted him with so often, then one hand freed his cock. The zipper was a roar in the room, easily audible over Shelby’s shocked panting. She’d wanted to cum, but she’d expected to tease him, to get him all riled up. Well, he was riled up, but she wasn’t sure she’d done it.

Her hands fell to the leather strap across her pussy without any conscious thought on her part, scrambling with the buckles as his hard-muscled torso pushed up the front of the short leather skirt. Bryce’s hands clutched her waist tightly, holding her in place as his lips and tongue explored her delightful breasts, to her pleasure and distraction. Her hands fumbled with the buckles as he waited, the epitome of patience, his cock right there, inches away, blocked only by a barrier that couldn’t possibly hold if he were to truly press through it, but he didn’t. He waited for her to offer herself, Shelby thought as she yanked the buckle and pulled the leather up hard, forcing it accidentally deeper within herself and hard against her swollen, needy clit.

She moaned helplessly, hips jerking against his stomach helplessly as leaden fingers stopped trying to undo the buckles and began rubbing the leather against herself like a woman **** to cum. Finally a word burst from her. “Please!”

“Please what?” He asked, as if they’d met at a symposium and were discussing some matter of great formality and importance.

“Get this off me!”

“Ask nicely,” he ordered, biting into the leather that covered her breasts and pulling it aside with a not-particularly gentle jerk that set her tits to jouncing and her clit to burning.

“Please get this off me!”

“Certainly, pet,” he kissed a nipple as his hand ran over her tight little ass and found the strap and yanked it down.

The fabric failed, but not before applying almost unimaginable pressure and completely unimaginable pleasure to Shelby’s clit. She screamed and gushed as much, or more than she’d made her mother do mere minutes earlier.

And at that moment of ecstasy, when nothing in the world mattered, because the world was pure pleasure, the world got better because at that moment Bryce pressed himself up into her and pulled her down to surround him. Nothing so gauche as dropping her, no, his strength was such that gravity was not a factor when he decided to claim a woman, as he was doing with Shelby. She was already so far into her orgasm that the sudden explosion of pleasure which accompanied finally being filled by him made it feel like his dick was battering on her mind, not her clit.

But it wasn’t doing either. Having sheathed his cock in her cunt, he smiled and ground himself against her, pinning her to the wall one hand on the back of his neck to balance herself and the other trapped against her own clit. His found her breasts and began to maul them ungently as her hips pumped energetically, though she couldn’t lift herself up, not pinned as she was.

For long minutes he studied her face, vapid with pleasure, her usual venomous character entirely absent. This wasn’t unpleasant for him, not like the time before she’d finally asked for help. Her cunt was in spasm, squeezing his cock quite pleasantly, but he wanted to be fucking her. He wanted his hips to be a blur as he pounded her tight teenage body for his pleasure, but he wanted to prove a point first.

Finally her eyes began to focus and he relaxed the pressure enough for her trapped hand to join the other around his neck, in what was half a grip for balance and half an embrace. Bryce lifted her upwards by her tits, rendering her grateful for what little of her increased durability and toughness he’d left her. She whimpered as he pulled her up so only the tip of his pussy-pounder was within her, then he spoke, voice a hoarse whisper she took as seeking privacy from Monica, but which was actually the result of a throat gone dry. “You don’t keep any secrets, or surprises from me. Speak.”

“Secret—surprise—“ she remembered what she’d said to Monica what seemed like an eternity ago. “Oh, right! Putting mom in her place,” she moaned as Bryce slowly lowered her onto the cock that held her open, not even bothering to thrust, just using her as he would a sex-toy, she quivered, another sex-toy.

“Yes. What is your suggestion?” He asked, lifting her off smoothly again as she clutched him desperately, fighting to push herself back down, to speed the pace of this interminably slow fucking. She failed of course and decided, as had her mother before her, that surrender, at least temporary surrender, might bring pleasure.

“My pla—my suggestion,” she corrected herself quickly “is to take mom to—“