Hello, erotica aficionados, my name is Daxter T. Connors and I am the author of the ULTRA series.
By day, Anna is a 22-year old University student, intimidating in her own right at 6’1″ and 180 pounds of sleek, trim muscle with dark brown hair with long bangs, the rest falling beyond her shoulders that she keeps in a loose pony tail. Her hobbies include working out, hitting the gym early, and relaxing with Yoga on the weekends.
But by night, Anna becomes Ultra, a super-powered heroine keeping the city of Comptown safe. Her skin-tight body suit is armored, sleek and form-fitting, cast in black and deep purple. A mask over her head features oval-shaped lenses, matching the purple of her suit. It leaves little to the imagination, gripping her 33D tits individually, the material of the suit molding over her thick thighs and ass.
She has defeated crooked corporations, ethereal smog-monsters, and now she faces beings from beyond our planet in her final adventure: DOMINANCE.
Her success, however, rests in the reader’s hands. At certain points in the narrative, the reader is given a choice and a different path to take … depending on their mood. Will Ultra, AKA Anna, overcome or will she come over and over again? It’s up to you!
This is a story inspired by years of hentai-doujinshi consumption, so expect twisted fetish-inspired humiliation including belly expansions, throat fucking, gaping, forced orgasms, submissions, monster-sex and even a little vore and egg-laying!
Here is a portion of Ultra: DOMINANCE, just released today. We join our heroine on an alternative path as she penetrates deep into the alien ship, narrowly avoiding being blasted by a security turret.
[If you enjoy this, the full release can be found here](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BRD8BKL), along with [Ultra: The Violating Smog (Book 2)](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07C9618CY) and [Ultra: Breaking Point (Book 1)](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BP6L2WD).
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The turret fired, and I dove through the unlocked door to my right into a bedroom of sorts. The room had an odd haziness about it for a moment, as if I had a fog over my eyes, but when I blinked, the room looked like any other. Modern furniture, a large, queen sized bed with a grey duvet and matching pillows, and a nightstand, an ornate lamp casting a gentle glow sitting atop.
One other thing: a man in the corner, who, when he noticed me, screamed.
“Stay away!” He yelled, pointing at me. I immediately recognized him as Tony – my Tony.
“How did you get in here?” I asked, but because the suit masked my voice, he continued to panic.
“Don’t come near me!” He shouted.
“Tony!” I said as I approached with my arm outstretched. “Tony, relax – it’s me.”
He eyed me suspiciously as I placed my hand over my chest and the mask faded away to my shoulders. I watched as Tony’s expression changed from one of fear to awe, and then a mixture of the two.
“What, you’re Ultra?” he asked. “Un-freaking-believable!”
I put my hand on his shoulder and he sighed with a sense of relief.
“I was running with the crowd and then suddenly I was here,” he said. “The door was locked, I have no idea where the fuck I am.”
“We’re inside the pyramid, it’s a ship of some sort,” I told him.
“Whatever! I’m just so happy to see you,” he said, taking me into a tight hug. I rolled my eyes as he squeezed, and then released me, his hands traveling over my back until they rested just above my ass. I could feel him tremble a bit. My Ultra suit is skin tight, and to him it must have felt like I was wearing nothing at all.
“Let’s get you out of here,” I said, and as I tried to step away, but he held on. “Tony…”
“You’re absolutely amazing,” he said, looking me in the eyes. He had a soft gaze, and I could see that he was becoming aroused. All of my rage had sent a rush of endorphins through my body; I felt a twinge when I deciphered what he wanted. He moved his lips close to mine and kissed me. Surprised, my eyes widened, but as his tongue traveled over my lips and into my mouth, I melted into his arms, pressing my body against his. I wanted this, I thought; I needed it.
He took me to the bed and we fell into a heap as we kissed, his hands traveling over my hips. I wrapped my leg over his and pressed forward, and then he pulled back with a soft bite of my lower lip and looked me over.
“Wow, that suit is so sexy on you,” he said and I blushed.
“It’s meant to strike fear into the hearts of men,” I said, but when I looked down I could see what he meant — the suit had become less armor and more a skintight fetish dream. My nipples, erect, made visible bumps, and I could see that the material had become so tight between my legs that it made a perfect outline of my pussy lips.
The suit must have adapted to my state of mind, I thought. Tony’s hands went from my neck to my chest and he gripped my left breast, sending a shock of pleasure through me. I arched my back into his grip and he tweaked my nipple, then did the same to the other.
As he crawled down my body, kissing my stomach, I could see where he was heading. When he reached my legs, he took one in each hand and spread me open — and I complied. I’d never considered fucking in my Ultra suit before, but this was one of the hottest experiences of my life. I felt his tongue touch my clit as if there were no suit covering it and I shuddered. His tongue traveled from my clit to my vagina hole as he licked me, the suit hugging my anatomy.
I moaned and rocked against his face as he tongue fucked me, toying with my clit. I rubbed my tits and sighed as I gave them a good, hard squeeze. I really didn’t have time for this, I thought, but fuck it; I just learned that I was an alien with the ghost of my mom inside of me.
I moved my hand down over my stomach. Just before I reached the top of his head, I could feel the suit reacting. From my inner thighs, it began to dematerialize until it had disappeared, exposing my bare pussy to him via a neat window encapsulating it and my asshole. I gasped as he grinned and dove in again, sucking at my pussy lips. The electricity it sent up my body caused me to rock. He sat up on his knees and looked down at me, my suit tight to my body, my legs open willingly exposing myself to him. I eyed him with a great sense of lust; I needed him inside me.
That instant was very different from our first encounter. I had handled him thoroughly in my dorm. So much so that when he tried to push me to my back, I had pinned his arms to the mattress and drove my thighs so hard into his he yelped. This time, however, he worked with a strength I didn’t know he had in him.
He pulled me up by my arms and pushed me chest first against the wall. I extended my ass toward him and he took it in both hands, spreading me open as he gazed into my pussy hole. I could hear him remove his cock from his pants as I panted in anticipation and when he entered me I cried out, having to bite my lip to keep from screaming.
He fucked me against the wall until my knees began to quake, his thrusts so powerful I couldn’t keep from yelping myself.
His hunger, unsatisfied, continued as he took me back to the bed. Placing me on my knees, I arched my back and spread open for him as he entered, one hand on the small of my back, the other gripping my hip tightly. I could feel my tits swaying back and forth as he drilled me, again, my moans echoing in the bedroom.
I was on my knees in the next moment, his cock in one hand pumping away and my lips around his balls. I suckled them and jacked him off before sitting back and taking his member completely into my mouth, letting it slide down my throat as I forced myself to choke on it. He lifted me by my shoulders then and pushed me to my back. I again spread my legs for him, holding myself open with both of my hands under my knees. The suit looked so good on me, I thought; I’d never considered fucking in it before now.
Tony leaned forward and slapped my clit with his erect cock. He seemed to take pleasure in watching me pant, sweat on my brow; a complete reversal of dominance. As he entered me, I rocked forward and came. I couldn’t believe how easily it had happened, but the orgasm made my eyes roll. He pushed my thighs backwards, driving deeper inside of me as he made my tits rock back and forth.
I began to grow weak in his arms as he manipulated me into a different position, straddling my left leg while raising the other straight into the air. I could feel my pussy stretching open as he entered me again, drilling me into the bed. I screamed. I gripped the mattress. And then I began to squirt a wet stream that dripped down my legs, in front of me, and on to his cock.
I couldn’t move when he stepped back, pulling out of me. He walked to the edge of the bed, turned me sideways and pulled me back until my head hung over the edge. Then he entered my mouth and face fucked me as I squirmed. I could feel the moisture between my legs as he took them and spread them apart, grabbing the back of my knees and pulling me forward. I came again, a hard orgasm that sent my juices flying; it looked like I had wet the bed.
And then I felt it. The warmth of his come in my mouth as it poured down my throat. I gulped it all, hungrily, as he slowly pulled his cock out and let the remainder of his come fall onto my face and chin.
Something began to happen then. I couldn’t move; my body was paralyzed with pleasure. He reached down and touched my clit and I came, again, quivering and moaning.
“M-more,” I said. “Please fuck me.” I said. It was almost unrecognizable, my voice, but he obliged. Again fucking me on my back until I began to drool. He took my arms and pinned them to the mattress and drove into me again and again, my own come making it slick and easy to enter.
Tony stood next to the bed after pulling out of me and looked down at my quivering body. My eyes rolled; I was having another orgasm. But how? He wasn’t touching me. After that came another, however. My hips bucked — and I had another orgasm. I could feel them coming on, one after another, until my suit began to glow — and when it dimmed, I noticed that it had changed colors from its usual onyx and purple to onyx and blue. Instead of covering the length of my body, it rode high on my hips, exposing my thick thighs; and my tits were exposed through a window made of fine mesh fabric, my nipples erect and sensitive.
Another orgasm came on and I moaned, turning to Tony. But he was gone. In his place was the man who would be leader of the invaders — Graves. I gasped and moaned as another orgasm rocked my body. Graves stood before me with a massive cock exposed. I looked at it. I needed it.
I rolled over and crawled toward him, taking his member in my hand and putting it in my mouth immediately. He took the back of my head and pushed me forward and face fucked me, watching my bare tits sway in my new Ultra suit. When he came, he pulled me backwards by my hair and sat me on my knees and watched as his semen dripped from my mouth and on to my tits.
“Fuck me,” I said. “Fuck me,” I repeated.
He put me on my hands and knees and entered me from behind. I came as he spread my ass cheeks open just to look at my asshole. My mind began to melt, then, I believe. I looked so happy, however. The drool streaming out of my mouth mixed with come; my tits flying as he rammed into me.
From the deck of the ship, a different view. Graves watched me on a digital screen as I entered the room and was overcome by a wave of electricity, a helmet lowering from the ceiling, encapsulating my head, covering my eyes, wires outstretched and attached to a device overhead. I sat in the middle of the empty room on my knees, my Ultra suit unchanged, my legs slightly spread and my arms limp to my side. When I began to twitch and drool from the corners of my mouth, a bright light filled the room.
My suit changed to the exact replica of the one Tony and Graves had fucked me in. My tits spilled out of the window, the suit pulling tightly against my mound, my bare muscular thighs visible to all.
“Reprogramming of the Spirit is complete, sir,” said a man sitting at the console. Graves smiled and patted his shoulder.
“Bring her to me.”
A few henchmen entered the room and detached me from the device, pulling the helmet off of my head.
“F-fuck me,” I said, reaching for one of them. “Please!” When they wouldn’t, I began to rub myself through the suit. They took me to Graves’ personal quarters, where he was waiting for me in a towel, his muscular frame looked like candy to me.
They let me go and I fell to my knees before crawling toward him. I pulled at his towel, removing his erect member, and took it all, feeling it press against the back of my throat. He held me there, a hand on the back of my head as I gagged, and I could hear him laughing.
Without a word, he lifted me by my hair and bent me over the bed. He easily moved the suit to the side, exposing my pussy and asshole, and entered me. As he fucked me, holding on to my hair, I began to come. When he pulled out, I squirted on the floor, my knees quaking.
He would fuck my every hole until he was tired, standing and lording over me as I writhed on his bed, sweaty, covered in his come and my own juices. I wanted him again. And again. And he would take me whenever he wanted. I was his now, and he was my King.
#Bad end.
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