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Ultra Girl (deleted member)
Following a stealth attack on the rooftops of gotham ultra girl is taken by suprise...
Her physical prowess it seems no match for Brocs mental and emotional manipulation.....
Rendering her unconscious he flies her back to his cave where he intends to continue his assault.
Ultra_Girl: Perhaps it is Hell after all. Your imposing figure appears over her, blocking out the sky. Ulta Girl can almost feel your hungry eyes roaming over her plush, abundant body laced with such vibrant, even chaotic energy and such luscious, sweat sheened flesh. Surely you notice the twin, tented bumps in that sinfully tight costume which stretched and strains, creasing her and there with each move she makes.. Each hollow, weak breath she tries to take through gaping lips and a dry mouth.. One of those massaging hands slides up, over her collar bone and then the snug silk choker adorned around her neck that seems to say so much. She tries to coax a little more air into her lungs with a flex of her fingers but there no more to draw.... She really is helpless... So easily rendered like this, splayed out at the feet of monster that wants to devour her.. It must make for such a pathetic sight.. All she can do is try to roll and curl up into the foetal position, like a frightened little bitch... You have other ideas and soon shes whimpering meakly as singed hair colours the air.. A dull thud and the lights go out... The waters still and soon, she's draped across your arms, hair and cape fluttering in the wind as she swoop away across the city to some place unknown with your prey... Will she ever be seen again?
Ultra_Girl: It's a long flight across this sprawling city of sin that's often proved such a fertile hunting ground for you. There's plenty of time for you reach into the waters of her mind without being dragged around by the turbulent and fickle tides of consciousness to the 19 year olds fickle, fleeting notions. Recent memories.. uncomfortable memories.. Even.. painful memories.. A late night sparing session with a friend... Fists slamming into tight, gym honed bodies.. The press of spandex bodies, crushing and slide and.. flushed flesh.. ragged, heavy breathing... A photo shoot where a photographer poured a honey potion of compliments and suggestiveness into her ear til she was slipping the shoulders of her top down and making eyes at the camera... And before all that.. A stern lecture from one of the higher ups at HQ....
Ultra_Girl: 
Ultra_Girl: "I'm not going to lie Amber, I was dead against granting you the UltraGirl powerset and all that goes with it."
Ultra_Girl: "You were?"
Ultra_Girl: "Well. I hope you'll be able to prove me wrong but right now.. You seem like the most inferior incarnation we've ever had.. At least you were the costume well.. But do you even know what that costume means?"
Ultra_Girl: "It means power sir", Amber remembers saying as she stood to attention.
Ultra_Girl: "That is Part of it yes.... What about your collar"
Ultra_Girl: "My choker.. Well that's my vow to serve justice body, mind and soul. To be virtious, honourable and true in everything I do"
Ultra_Girl: "I haven't seen you live that very often. You're more interested in yourself. You know Amber, you're also representing every warrioress who's taken up the cape. And I will not tolerate doing anything that detracts from their legacy...."
Ultra_Girl: Deeper still.. distant and vague memories of changing ballots at prom night.. of all sorts of failures.. fears... shaded figuires and cruelty and.... Before you know it, the cities a distant din on the horizon and the sun's setting... Home sweat home...
Broc_the_imp: We fly ... Straight and true though i make sure none follow ... In my arms her mind is now an open book, disorganised and areas locked away as shameful and painful ... Ohhh my what fragile flower i have plucked... But she will not be so fragile when awake and as soon as i land i go to work... Normally such things would be enough 
. But i know this would not hold one such as her ...so it is that take my special ones 
and secure her 
before she can give me any trouble... Relaxing now confident i am in control i look again at the swirling images my mental attack seem to have stirred up...
. But i know this would not hold one such as her ...so it is that take my special ones and secure her before she can give me any trouble... Relaxing now confident i am in control i look again at the swirling images my mental attack seem to have stirred up...Broc_the_imp: Getting close i let my long forked tongue wipe up her cheek tasting her ...was that a tear ...ohhhh i must not rush this meal ...she is indeed a feast ... Not just the body but her mind too i wish to dominate and control ... Yes ..letting my warm hard hand slide over her belly feeling the material tug and slide over that belly .. so many dark thought clamour for attention , ideas and previous fun...
Broc_the_imp: I could wake her bring her to her senses quickly but i am busy delving in and out of rooms in her mind ... My eyes scan the wall where i hang my many toys and trophies... As i start to conclude this super hero is wracked with guilt and feelings of inadequacy...
Broc_the_imp: Frustrations, moments of weakness, it is all there ...i do not breath nor have a heart but if i did it would quicken .
Ultra_Girl: At least the air was clean on the journey here. Her nostrils could flare and her chest could rise and fall, bringing her oxygen levels up. Even the dry, reddened flesh peek from her leotard's low cut necklines returned to their normal sunkissed hue. A testiment her endurance and the plentiful energy researves stored within that petite little frame of hers. But the whole time you've been in there.. invading thoughts even private and locked away to her.... The things she doesn't like to think about. The things she doesn't understand. The things she doesn't even know about... She's obviously to it all, laying peacefully were you set her out. "nnNNnn". She groans, when your tongue slithers across her warm cheek and taste her salty tear and the bitter cosmetic twang of the greyish mascarra it dragged alone with in. The thin, stretchy fabric covering her body tugs a little as your hand slides up, skewing her belt a little as it feels every rippled ab hidden under just a hint of tummy fat.
Ultra_Girl: A delicate flow indeed, but one you're sure to use the strongest, hellforged steel to hold her hands behind her back at the wrists. "hhmmmfff!" She groans when you return to the depths of her memories.. A friend.. No a lover at the academy, til when they were in danger of being caught, she lied and told the trainers that Chloe had made advances toward her.. When the truth.. Well they wouldn't have approved.. Nor would the firebrand, hell and brimstone preacher she used to have to sit through every Sunday. Her first battle... A series of tranq darts full of horse tranquliser slowed her til the gang could pick their spots with lead pipes and steel bats.. All while telling her what a dumb whore she is.. What happens to supersluts.. How they die... But it wasn't a shock.... No... Somehow she knew that when first wriggled her naked body into that deceptively hi-tech little super suit and saw herself transform from Amber into something so much better... Right? Or did she know when she was laying twitching on the floor, naked, red raw and coated in oily sweat from the radiation blasts that infused her mutated DNA... The deeper you dive.. the more tangled everything gets. Sometimes they're are faces.. names... feelings.. sometimes just sillouhettes... violence... deperate yearning hunger, danger and exhilerating fear and always... always failure...
Broc_the_imp: My my my , so many little boxes in her mind . A house of cards built on a dream... We will get to this ... But first i must underline her helplessness and position . Take away any false hopes.. show her the totality of my power over her....this suit it seems to hold so much importance for her ... As a symbol , but also in her hubris her status and the way she wishes to be seen by the world ....
Broc_the_imp: Very well then let us remove this but first .. walking further into the cave i vanish from site ... Only to return pushing a huge oval mirror on wheels across the uneven stony ground .... This will serve my purpose well ... " Wake now Amber .. " i send a mental nudge already she flutters near the horizon of consciousness .
Ultra_Girl: Ultra Girl's already drifting back to reality after such intense, fevered dreams. You can see the beads of sweet shimmer down her neck and across the steep rise of her heavy chest. Her her move.. groan... and then as you set up the mirror... You bring her back and the waters ripple, slowly at first as she drifts between dreams and reality. Nylon coated legs rustle, gently stroking against one antoher and stretching out. They flop flat and parted acros the table til you can see the thin strip of spandex between those glossy thighs tightens, moulding against the feint outline of her labia lips. The leotard stretches like a second skin, languidly catching the light and stretching it across every curve of luscious littlle superbody. Sure it's a source of pride.. and shame for the delicate, conflicted blonde. Pride of wearing it yet... some shame.. So many times taunted for dressing like a slut... In the Maelstorm of memory and thought that proves so difficult to pin down there was one room. The inside of a store where Amber was waiting while two women in front were talking about the front page of the paper. An Ultra girl victory yet...
Ultra_Girl: "She did it again.. Yawn"
Ultra_Girl: "I know right... Old news, wanna know what I heard... Those Hall heroines aren't even really human... whatever they do to them."
Ultra_Girl: "What really?"
Ultra_Girl: "That's what it says online"
Ultra_Girl: "I dunno about that but she sure is a slut... Look at that outfit... So desperate hehehehe"
Ultra_Girl: The heroine rolls her hips a couple of times, lifting her spandex coated crotch high into view before she flops down with a little slap. SHe rolls her shoulders, trying to move her arms but they're locked behind her.. "nnnnnNn... huh....?". Then it comes abck to her. The charming man. The hellacious beast.. The hot searing pain and the sense.. grim and futile.. She springs up, rolling of the bench and onto those steep stiletto heels.. "What the heck... Wh'-where am I!?"
Broc_the_imp: " ahhh Amber ", turning ... To face you and watch as you test your bindings .. deliberatly not using your super hero name ... No here you are no hero ... " Welcome to my humble home from home.. your welcome to visit my real home but you will find it a little hotter than here ...". I can taste the fear rising , that little yapping dog in her head is going berserk... hightening her responses and now i start showing her how bad the situation is .. .. how utterly powerless she is ...the mighty super hero .. totally at my mercy. Stepping to her ... " Look in the mirror Amber , see what has become of you .. " as her eyes shift to the mirror i run a claw up her thigh slowly making sure she sees as it travels up and without hesitation rests on the very center of her sex ... Without pressure , without pain ... Just a simple demonstration of absolute power.
Ultra_Girl: Ultra Girl continues to tug her arms aganst the cuffs but to her surprise, then don't even belt let alone snap like normal ones.. "Ughh... what is this?" She grunts as her masked gaze roams around the walls where the trophy's and trinkets from countless feasts rest as grim foreshadowing to her own fate... She even recodnises some of the costumes... Some of her sisters from the hall perhaps. That only increases her efforts to breaak free, but all she manage is to twist her torso and shift her weight side to side. Those heavy, sweat soaked breasts sway gently while spandex strains around the neckline. "nnnrfff... uughh... why.. can't I... get free...". That's when you decide to capture her attention again. The gruff voice such a contrast to her own, soft chirpy valle girl inflection.
Ultra_Girl: "Ho-How do you know my name!?". It feels like she's still wearing her mask,so how could you know that the buxom superheroine is in actual fact a buxom lingirie model, paid to lend her body to what ever skimpy scraps they've dreamed up. She has so many questions are filling in mind then fading back into the background. Only that raging prey sense is constant.. Grim and filling her with dread.. Making her pulse race. After all a brawler like her can't fight much without her arms.. She really is helpless... In a strange place with a demon that.. She can feel the hunger... the curelty... she could feel it even before you were stood beside her.. Just not place it. Now it's different. She's forced to watch your gloated glamour in the mirror, looming around her vulnerable squirming body... You feel the reflection too. See her nipples stiffen and tent that skimpy little costume as she watches you lay claim to your sex. Bleach blonde tresses flick across her face as she shakes her head and backs away... "N-Noo... I... I wont let you!"
Broc_the_imp: 
Broc_the_imp: I laugh as you stammer your claims " let me... Let me ! " The claw on your sex starts to move deliberately pushing the material between the lips of your vulnerable womanhood but as you watch it starts to get hot ..glowing first red and the material starts to smoke... Then yellow as i wait for the delicious cries ... " You allow nothing .. you are nothing here . Only my will , my desires matter .. i pull my claw away but as you focus on this pain i grab your throat with my other hand and though your strong i have the leverage to pin your head back .. " you are mine now .. scream for me, cry for me , beg for me ... "
Broc_the_imp: Suddenly stepping back you might think you have been given time to recover ...but in truth there is no rush and i simply wish to select the correct toys to play with
Ultra_Girl: Lines crease across Ultragirls brow and she shuts her eyes, flashing the blue eyeshow that so boldly contrasts the bright red accessories that adorn her body as she feels her tights and leotard pushed between those veiled yet visable puffy pussy lips. You feel heat down there but it doesn't down close to the intense glowing temperatures you're able to conjure on a whim. Her lips tense up into a thin trembling line etched across her jaw. She's trying to resist and deny you the satisfaction... her lips twist and quiver for a moment, maybe two more before she fails even in that. And her eyes pop open with a pitched, sharp scream.. "mmmfff.. hhhrrkk.. ddyyyrrmmpppphh...aaaaRRROOOOIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Again her eyes are welling up. From the pain.. but also the fear.. the shame.. the realisation that her short careers going to end like this... a plaything for evil.. Her hips shudder and thrust forward as you hold her and look right into her soul. The heats blossoming through her poor sizzling pussy as smoke or stem rises into the air... Her thighs shake violently as her weight bares down on your clalw. And when you step back. She drops to your feet howling and whining... It's a pathetic sight.. The over hyped super heroine reduced to a sobbing mess at your feet.. To her credit, she tries to get up, swaying on one knee for a moment before struggling just to stand.. to somehow hang on to a shred of dignity..... "aaahhhnnn.. nnnnnNnnfff... wh... why... are you.... doing this.... toooo..meeeee?"
Ultra_Girl: 
Ultra_Girl: 
Broc_the_imp: " why... Do i need to explain myself ... You are an interloper, a moral harbinger using your power to enforce your personal code of right and wrong ... I ... Am an imp of Satan's own making ... We are the punishers of sin , the final balance .. the payment made at the end of the road. You would call me evil and yourself good... Very well so be it... ". I will feast on your fear, your pain , your darkest torments... As i would any sinner ... And you are a sinner Amber , you cannot hide from me . I see your very soul , i see your every dirty little secret . ... That is why...."
Broc_the_imp: Stay there on your knees , take your punishments ... From the wall i have selected a long thin cylinder of spring steel only as thick as a shoe lace but a good meter in length ... As i flick my wrist it hums through the air bending and swishing .. suddenly it is under your chin lifting your head ... making sure you look at me .... " I am hungry .. .. "
Ultra_Girl: Your words become UltraGirls truth as you speak them. You sense that, even with a little dip into her weak mind. Feels the surface thoughts broken by darker rising squals. Truly would the hall have wanted her if they knee of all the people she cheated and lied about.. All just to fuel a fragile ego with a shiny suit and mutant strength. If they knew who easily she'd drifted into the bed of other candidates.. even other heroines.. So much for virtue.... honour... Even now... with hot heat still searing through her sex she wants to deny it all. Deny and defy you. Her thighs burn and strain.. And qiuiver and fail. Despite her best efforts... She can't even stand.. Ultra Girl can barely even knee.. Shes lurching forward, eyes peering up as you select your weapon and with a flick, tilt her head back and guide her back into that submissive position. She watches with silent resignation as the bleach blonde in the slutty little costume raises onto her knees in that submissive, bound pose, back arched, chest pushed forward. Her lips pout, even as pain still ravages her... clammy sex.. Butterflies rise in her stomach... "Please... you.. you.. it.. doesn't have... to be the end of the road... .for me... I.. I... can be... good... I promise... I can"
Broc_the_imp: I dive into the swirl of her mind , the guilt and shame bubble away... She is sincere. " Good... Have you not been listening " the thin whippy metal hums as strikes across the bare skin of her upper breast ... How fortunate i am she heals quickly so i can hurt her again and again ... I watch her face ... I know it stings ... " Have you ?" Whack ... Her mind is a mess it is easy to now grad shameful memories and play them back, amplify them... Play on them , cheat , fraud , liar with each more stripes across those breasts watching her nipples poke on the stretching material... slut
Broc_the_imp: She has no idea the mirror is a window back to my domain and in a hall many demons of every gender and type gather to watch as broc has brought ultra girl to her knees
Ultra_Girl: Ultra Girls sins are surely minor compared to many of your victims, but cast against such lofty ideals and expectations of sheer perfection - They're soul twisting! "AannnNHHHH!" She winces, as the rod twangs sharply across her cleavage, leaving its red mark glowing angrily across rippling flesh. Again you hear her cuffs clink behind her as she tries to pull her arms around her body. You hear her boots scuff as her hips shuffle. She's still a heroine and a heroine should stand tall. Yet the fire in her clammy crotch still radiates through weak legs. She manages little but a little shuffle of her hips.. "uunnn.. awwwhh.. ha-have I?" She repeats, eyes going big as she looks up. The tip of her tongue resting against the tip of her teeth in a moment of confusion? A slight calm before a storm of emotion hits her. "GGGRRRRFFFF!". Her expression tightens and her body sways to the left as the rod bites down on her supple breast again, bringing home the point. She Did Cheat. On friends and superiors to get where she is.. Right here.. At the hates of hell.... "aaRRRIIIEEeeeEEEEE!" Another Snap cross a red welt and she shudders, throwing her head back and baring her teeth like a frightened animal! She is Liar. To and about even those who loved her! "ooOOOOohhhGgggaaaWWWW!!!" Her eyes close tight, pushing mascara laced tears over her mask and down her flushed cheeks as her abundant bust sways, each full, heavy tit jostling against it's twin.. The little fraud who'd have the world believe she's a noble warrioress sees her image in the mirror. A far cry from that illusion. Those stiff nipples, tenting the sensuous, trashy skintight costume. The way she rolls her hips involuntarily.. She Is a slut. Plenty that know her would say the same... That room has trap doors but need only look at how her body snaps into a trembling arch, lifting those heaving supertits up and out and pumping her hips forward. "uuuUNNNNGGHHH!!!"
Broc_the_imp: My what a meal...the heady mix of emotions and how her mind turns inward .. there now the edifice crumbles, her false bravado, her need for adulation ... She needs no mirror to see herself as others may.. there are things there that might combat this ...counter points ...but a mute them , shroud them in darkness... Yes dwell on this ...feel the despair.. give in to it, embrace it ... They covert your power, they want your adulation . They seek to take it from you. Be who you are, be the liar, the cheat, the slut...they will always hate you, fear you . Then let them ... You have the power ,you have the body ... Walking now to be behind you , you feel my warm hard body press to your back as i lean in to wisper in your ear ... * Give in... Give in to who you always were. * As i talk my hands reach around and my claws trace the red marks on your big soft breasts .
Ultra_Girl: Ultra Girl shakes her head, trying to block out the image of herself bound, kneeling and suffering from the deep, hot pain sinking through though soft, maliable mounds. She twists and shifts her weght, struggling against the cuffs holding her helpless at your feet just as she tries to fight.. to resist against the flood of emotion crashing through her like waves hitting a shore. The captured heroine closes her eyes as if that will shield her from it all. It only makes it worse.. That feeling of impending doom.. The end of her inglorious 3 month career as the truly worst incarnation of UltraGirl. "nnnoooooooo". They.. whoever they are.. They want all that she wanted.. had.. But no... the lying and cheating got her this as well.... She feels you press close and your claws tracing the damage inflicted on her chest. Against she twists side to side. Again the cuffs clink and hold with ease. Yet when she opens her eyes the image in the mirror she can see those now unbound hands cup your claws, moving with your claws, encouraging them to knead and plunder her magnifcent breasts. Her lips are pouting back at her from the mirror. Parting as if moaning rather than screwed up in the disgusted look you see on her actual face when she looks up at you, craning her neck til you see her choker, and her heavy cleavage giving and bulging around your touch!... "nnn... n..... Th... this.. isn't.... it... it... cant be me....." Her legs flex, fighting through lingering pain to push up to her feet... "I'mmma... aahh....uuuNNNn.. ahhhfighter.... notta.... sllluuuttt"
Broc_the_imp: Awww there is still fight in her ...good... But i know it needs to be crushed . That itself arouses me ... I see her minds eye picturing images and smile my long forked tongue licking my lip as i push this image further defiling her .. holding her head by the hair as i take her and watch her battle in the mirror between lust and self loathing .. yes ... But firt we must break her mind as she tries to rise i grab her throat brutally driving her back down and stepping to the side i sink my other hand in her hair and suddenly bury her face in my hot crotch with only the loin cloth there she will know now the arousal as my thick hard erection... Presses and rubs to her face... More pheromone are released as i try and force her submission ... " You are a slut , and now you are my slut "
Ultra_Girl: Ultra's Breath catches in throat, leaving her looking up, open mouthed and silent as you take in her slow, creaking defeat. All with barely an attack landed but some punitive welts. You force her body to lean back, curling the base of her spine and lifting that reddened cleavage even before you take a handful of cascading, peroxide silk. The difference between the busty girl choking and wincing, eyes narrowed in thin, dusk blue slits and the mirror image, looking down.. scared to meet your eye even as her hips roll and thrust rthyemicly through the air. You put her back down on her knees again with just a meak whimper. Before she can even find the breath to cry out her nose squishes into your crotch and her lips twist and crush. In the mirror her hands fall onto your hips but the reality.. She can't stop this. Can't do anything about the thick shaft she feels rubbing all over her screwed up face. Her lipsticks starting to smudge, making her look al the more like cheap, stupid slut she is... She knows she is.. "hhhrrrfff.. sssrrrreeeeyyyy!!"
Broc_the_imp: Pulling her head back i thrill at how her make up smears and the mascara runs ... Pulling away the loin cloth with my other hand and letting the heavy meat slap across her face.. this is the test .. will she submit .. if she does not i have more work to do .. but i can see the turmoil of her mind and feel the battle inside her.. " take it, take it my slut .. my tail slides between her legs the stubby end pressing and rubbing where ...oh that word she loves... Directly on her gusset.
Ultra_Girl: A little gasp parts her messy red lips and her eyes widen as you meat appears and slaps lewdly across her face, hollowing her cheek and distorting her mouth as a little drool runs down her chin. That almost hit harder than even that firmest of fists. It certainly woulds deeper... You can see that on her face. In the tears dragging yet more makeup down her once pristine face in grey tracks. Her buttom lip curls inward, expression the wave of tension rising through her body as your tail slips between her legs and you feel moisture trapped in that thin strip of sinfully tight fabric moulded intimately around every squishy soft bump and grove of her nether lips. A shiver travels through her and the reflection in unison. But that image you see just as the horde waiting impatiently, hungrily to tear her soul asunder do. They see the little superslut surrender to her unforgivable sin and succumb, welcoming you into her mouth and bobbing eagerly. Yet the lying little brat at your feet still somehow' holds onto some hope that she's more... that she can be more. She turns her head side to side, trying to pull away, yet all she manages is to brush her soft, lipstick smeared mouth against the tip of your waiting cock!
Broc_the_imp: So very close .. but those last vestments of honour , pride even stubbornness hang on.. i could force her , i could take her now... But i want her submission. "Very well my slut you wish to play games ... Let us play .." my clawed hand attacks her top renting the material between those big soft mounds...
Broc_the_imp: Exposing them letting them burst forth even larger now without restraint.. my hand turns and grasps like a giant door nob grasping and twisting as my tail begins to try and worm its way beneath the material .
Ultra_Girl: Ultra Girl shuffles on her knees, trying desperately to wriggle away from your tail before it can slip under that stretchy strip of damp spandex and plunders the wet depths of sodden pussy. Ass she manages to do is curl and sway her cute little ass while rich blue fabric flexes and eases between her cheeks. She knows it's inevitable. That'll you'll plunder her body... She's lost in a sea of pheromones and her own burning secrets. As much as she so dearly wants to end with dignity... Like she deserves to the wear the costume you so easily slice, opening it up until she almost tumbles out of the leotard completely, the sweaty valley of her mountainous, heaving tits on display. Even those rock hard nipples are partially pecking. On the mirror her one hands are mauling, cutting into that tender titflesh, fire burning around her. You can see it... She can feel it burning with in. She does deserve to wear that tight skimpy little suit that makes her pain.. her shame... all of it so sexual... From the first time she put it on, she knew it would lead her to a place like this.... You feel it... The door open completely as soft words pour from her lips... "unnnnn.... I.... I'm... a slut.... ". She leans in, pursing her lips as she takes your cock, inch by inch into her warm, wet mouth...
Broc_the_imp: There it is the breach as i feel her mouth turns and starts work its way around the tip , tentatively, but bit by bit ... I watch for a moment letting her take this step ... Then as it gets further and my hips drive forward an irresistible need to fill her mouth and feel her gag .. a deep growl leaving my throat. Behind the mirror in the hades plain the demons roar as they see her submit .
Ultra_Girl: Fresh tears are already welling in those masked blue eyes as she edges forward, tentatively on your demonic manhood, feeling your skin against her plump, giving lips. And then in a heartbeat your sacks slapping on her chin and your cock slamming into the back of her throat! "GggyyrrKK!!". Her stomach tenses up with the instant gag reflex, rocking her hips as her mouth opens enough for a string of thick drool so string. Her throat spasms around the head, all while tears drag more slick, messy mascara spidering across her cheeks in gleaming streaks..
Broc_the_imp: Though in truth it lasts only a few moments , in those few moments everything changes .. driving my hard cock to the back of her throat again and again faster and faster .. each time her cries and wimpers louder ...tears now rolling freely .. but that is enough ... Pulling out i once again step behind her lifting her head so she can see herself as my hand reaches down thrusting between your thighs pulling at the material .. now the final test ...as i circle her waist pulling her hips up .. my hard throbbing demonhood pressing to her cheeks .. " be mine , be my slut , be free "
Ultra_Girl: Ultra Girls ego's cracking even as she shudders and writhes on your tail tip, now brushing occasionally over her velvet soft lips as it jostles with the strained band of spandex running under her jerking body. Her stomach tenses up with each forceful thrust, forcing her to gag and gurgle while her ample chest bounces, occasionally letting the crown of one tit pop peek over her straining costume *gguggugguggggaawwwWFFF!". A string of drool stretches down and lands, sliding across the valley of her chest... She's left speechless... Silent but for a weak gasps and sobs while you move around, inspecting your prize.. The image on the mirror and the vision before you are in synch now. AS you position yourselves, demon cock brushing against her cheeks, stroking lower and lower, Ultra Girl leans forward, pressing her chest and face down as she surrenders her sex and all semblance of dignity...
Broc_the_imp: Ahhh but yes her mind is mine and before i satisfy myself i would let her wallow in her pain... https://queensnake.com/previewmovies/27 i send strong images to her mind of punishment she no doubt thinks she is deserving of ...but in the real world it is my hand spanking her pussy raw , faster and harder driving her pain and drawing pleasure from it..
Broc_the_imp: I thrash her sex my hard hand able to dish out more and more ...as she bucks and cries and begs .
Ultra_Girl: Ultra Girl closes her eyes, falling silent as tension bunches up her shoulders and tightens every muscle of her lewdly poised body. She can feel you behind her. Feel the stale, damp air of this grotty cave kissing over her equally damp, glistening neather lips. Dark, fearful anticipation builds in her very core then something shifts.. Her senses assaulted with dark, sinful images. Tortures yet to come or.. "nnyyAAAHHHH!". A firm, meaty slap rings out and stings through her sensitive petals. You feel those that little grove crush against your palm as she rocks forwards, pumping her ass into the air. "AaiiiiEEEEPPPP!" Again she jolts and buck her shaking ass into the air as a moist smudge lingers on your hand. Then again and again, you land more hot intimate pain through her poor pussy. The broken super blonde cries out over and over again as she slides across the floor only to ease back, hips shaking and swaying so invitingly!
Broc_the_imp: "now my slut you will take me" ...grabbing your hips to thrust myself into that tight but very wet place ... Filling it and stretching the walls as my swollen demonic cock penetrates deep almost to the hilt ... Grabbing you under the chin with one hand and by the hair with the other i unleash the full fury of my power ploughing into that soft giving flesh again and again delighting at how you accept your fate .
Ultra_Girl: Ultra Girls been reduced to a trembling sweat soaked heap, her skin gleaming and flushed where it peaks from her costume. "oooOOoohhh... awwwgggaawwww" she groans, drool pooling at the corner of her mouth, her eyes criss crossed and her tongue hangs from her sloppy mouth. You hear a groan in response to your hands on her hips, drawing her back, sliding her pillowed breasts through the dirt as you push that quivering, puffy cunt onto your waiting shaft.. "aaarRRHHHOOOHHHOOOHHH!!" SHe whails in despair as ever inch of her very core stretches and ripples all around you. And then you start.. Forceful, brutal and uncaring. Pistoning in and out of her as you haul the bound herself up so close you can feel and hear your hips slapping against her ass as you plunder her. "UUNNGGHH UNNNGGHH UNNGGHH!!"
Broc_the_imp: Forcing her to look at her self in the mirror as i take my pleasure . Each thrust remorseless and my clawed hand slides from her chin to cover her mouth and pinch her nose as i hammer into her drawing on all my demonic power to flood her weak mind with filth and pornography of every genre.. my stokes getting faster and shorter as i feel my body reaching toward an unholy climax.
Ultra_Girl: Ultra Girl see's herself in the mirror just as her enemies do. A dumb little fuckcow being bounced on your monstrous cock while her full, heaving breasts flop around in her torn top, inch by inch slipping free til the spill forth and thick rubbery nipples cut through the air. Your assault rages on in her mind and soul. In each image she's the pornstar getting whipped, spanked, coated in load after sticky load of cum. But she keeps coming back to the image in the mirror... Of you snorting and grunting as you slamfuck her petite little body. Of that look of anguish and ectasy washing over her smudged and smeared face.. "Aaaahhh gawww.. gaww.. nn... nnn.. too much". You feel her velvety walls pulsate as her pitch rises then.. "oooOOOHHHRRRMMMMMM!!!!" She throws her head back as her pussy clamps all around you and necter flows. Wet bliss runs down wobbling thighs as wave after wave of unwanted, shameful bliss explodes with in her!.. "AAAIIIEEEGGGGAAAWWWWW!!"
Broc_the_imp: " yes my girl.. you are free.. her body clamping to me with all her mutant strength as i feel her body judder and climax ... I am fulfilled feeling release as my own climax boils up and i thrust hard my balls tighten ... Demonic pink seed shooting deep inside her... She will make a fine brood mare and i finally show her the hall of demons watching from afar... Knowing this conquest will mark the beginning of much fun for me as her new master.
Published: 2025-04-27, viewed 114 times.
Corey J
2025-04-30 06:52Very HOT match..... SUPERBOY... will avenge this..