The Hunt for Mutato: Part II

(The Return of Amazing Amazon)

by Orb

 

Story Chronology:

Mystery Woman and the Ultimate Poker Challenge

The Hunt for Mutato: Part I

 

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At an abandoned warehouse on the edge of Metro City.....

 

Clouds obscured the moonlight as burly men in dark clothing loaded a pair of full sized trucks.   Professor Fellatio sat in the main control room watching the monitors.   Between his thighs knelt a petite, pony-tailed, blonde girl in a French maid’s costume and kneepads.  Her tiny mouth was repetitively sucking the tip of his massive cock while making soft, short moans.  Fellatio groaned as Trixie received a mouthful of cock sap from his cueball-sized testicles.  She pulled her head back as a second blast splattered across the bridge of her nose.

 

“Go wipe your face off and get your things together.  Mutato wants us out of Metro City A.S.A.P.”

 

Trixie stood up and nodded before leaving.

 

Patiently standing to his right was a tall, ebony-skinned coed with a generous mouth made for cock sucking.  Her natural D-sized breasts were clearly visible through the see-through fabric of her teddy.  Like Trixie, she also sported a pair of kneepads.

 

“Vanessa.  You may begin.”

 

Without hesitation, she knelt down and stuffed his cock in her mouth. 

 

Glurf!!! Mmmmm! Slurp!!! Slurp!!! 

 

The virile villain relaxed in his chair.  He could feel his testicles refilling in preparation for Vanessa’s next meal.  Suddenly, something on the monitor caught his eye. 

 

“Well, well!  What do we have here?  It looks like two of Metro City’s finest have discovered my whereabouts!”

 

Vanessa looked up with interest as she continued to suck.  The monitor screen showed two sexy female police officers sneaking through a side entrance door.  They were Metro City’s super cops, Stacey and Lacey.  Dressed in their short-sleeved, police uniforms with navy blue mini-skirts and high heels, the voluptuous duo entered the warehouse with pistols drawn.  They cautiously proceeded down a long, narrow corridor. 

 

Professor Fellatio was jubilant. “I have been waiting for this day for a long time.  Stacey and Lacey are walking right into my trap.  Little do they realize, the door at the end of that corridor leads right to my most infamous invention.  They’ll be walking right into the Nymphomator Machine!  Vanessa, go and fetch Trixie. Then prepare to activate the machine.”

 

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In the corridor.....

 

Brushing back her blond wavy hair, Lacey whispered. 

 

“I see a door straight ahead.”

 

“Shouldn’t we call for backup?” her blue-eyed, brunette partner replied.

 

“No way Stacey!  And let the guys get all the credit?  When we send Professor Fellatio up the river, we’ll make tomorrow‘s front page.”, Lacey said triumphantly.  “Cover me!  I’m going in.”

 

Stacey flashed the OK signal.

 

Lacey disappeared inside the doorway.  Her partner quickly followed. 

 

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In the main control room....

 

Lacey slid down a metal slide and landed on a conveyor belt.  Restraining arms sprung up from either side, preventing her escape.  The conveyor moved forward as Stacey came down the slide and joined her predicament.

 

Professor Fellatio laughed out loud.  “Stacey and Lacey!  It’s so nice of you to drop in!  I‘m impressed.  You‘re even more beautiful in person.  I would hate to depart this dear city without the pleasure of giving you lovely girls a much deserved facial.”

 

Lacey shouted.  “Biggus Johnson Fellatio!  Release us immediately.  You are under arrest!” 

 

“Sorry ladies!  I’m afraid, in a few minutes, you’re both going to be ‘out of uniform‘”.  He replied. 

 

“Activate the machine Vanessa!”

 

Stacey and Lacey looked worried.  Ahead of them was a mechanical monstrosity with blinking lights and turning gears. 

 

“What are you going to do to us?” Stacey asked.

 

The Professor grinned. “Dear sweet Stacey.  In a minute, the conveyor belt is going to deliver you into my Nymphomator Machine.  Quite simply, it will rip all your clothes off and fuck you silly.  You’ll enter as super cops and exit as super cock suckers!”

 

“You can’t do this to us.  It’s against the law!”, Lacey proclaimed as she disappeared inside.

 

Stacey looked terrified.  She shot a nervous glance at the professor’s crotch before she followed her partner into the Nymphomator.  Trixie and Vanessa were standing on either side of the Professor.  They smiled and waved goodbye.

 

FOOMP!  FOOMP!

 

A moment later, Stacy and Lacey emerged at the top of the machine.  Only their upper torsos were visible.  They were both topless with their arms pinned at their sides.  Professor Fellatio‘s eyes widened at the sight of their bare breasts.  The famed law enforcement duo were stacked like Playguy playmates. 

 

“Hello again girls. Now for some fun. I get to watch your tits bounce as my five hundred horsepower sex machine pounds your pussies!”

 

Both women struggled to get free but to no avail.  A giant gear wheel on the side of the machine began to turn.  Lacey looked around her.  The Nymphomator had the appearance of a giant combustion engine.  Stacey and she had their bottom halves stuck in rubber fittings inside a pair of shiny metal cylinders. Lacey met her partner’s eyes as she watched the sexy brunette rise up a foot.  Suddenly, Stacey’s cylinder was pulled down.  Her back arched as her head flew back. She let out a grunt that ended in a coital moan. 

 

“Uuuugh!  Oooooooooooo!!!!!!”

 

Fellatio laughed.  “Yes, Lacey.  Your girlfriend just got a stiff poke in the pink!  Now it‘s your turn.”

 

Lacey’s mind raced.

 

“Poor Stacey!  I can’t believe what’s happening.  It’s like were a pair of pistons. I can’t get free!”

 

She had watched herself rise as Stacey fell.  The blond vixen found religion as her cylinder was pulled downward.

 

“Oh GOD! Oooooooooooooooooo!!!!!”

 

As the giant wheel turned faster and faster, Stacey and Lacey began to pump up and down, over and over.  Professor Fellatio could not take his eyes off their full lips as they moaned and cried in ecstasy. 

 

“Soon those mouths will be wrapped around my cock.”, he gloated.

 

Next to him, Trixie and Vanessa watched while remembering their first journey into the Nymphomator.  They had once been top grad students at Metro College.  The sight of Stacey and Lacey getting mechanically ravished made their pussies drip.  The room was filled with the sounds of machinery and sexual climax..

 

Chug ga lug! ga chug ga lug! ga chug ga lug! ga chug ga lug! ga chug ga lug!

 

“Oh god! No! Please no more! Oooo! Oh god! Nghh!  Oh my pussy!!   Ooooo!!  Oh fuck!!  Uuuugh!! Yes!!  Oooooo!  Fuck me!!!”

 

An hour later, Stacey and Lacey staggered out the exit of the Nymphomator.  Weak at the knees, they were now dressed in skimpy cheerleader costumes with kneepads.  Stacey’s sweater was stretched tight over her massive chest and erect nipples..  It had a larger letter ‘B’.  Lacey’s a ‘J’.  Professor Fellatio stood before them with a bulging boner.  To his right was Trixie with a video camera.

 

“I’m recording  Professor!”  She exclaimed.

 

Still quivering with sexual energy, Stacey and Lacey slumped to their knees. The pair were transfixed on his giant, vein-covered manhood.  Stacey gently stroked his cock with her right hand.  With her lips an inch in front of the head of his cock, she whispered “Your dick.... It’s so beautiful.” before feeding it in her mouth. 

 

Mmmmpf!  Slurp!  Mmmmmm!

 

Trixie zoomed in for a close-up of her face.  Lacey lapped his testicles while waiting for her turn.  A moment later, she had her lips stretched around his dick while Stacey sucked on his ball sack.  The dick-sucking detectives took turns devouring his member.  Eventually, Fellatio felt the orgasmic sensation of a warm rush of cum traveling up his cock.

 

“Open wide girls.  Now you’ll know the taste of defeat!”

 

SPLORT!!!!!!!

 

Stacy and Lacey obedient kneeled and watched the Professor’s cock shoot a hot sticky stream past their lips. 

 

“And now for the icing on the cake!”

 

SPLORT!!!!!!!!!

 

With jizz running from the corners of their mouths, the women stared adoringly at his cock as it unleashed a final torrent that splattered across her faces.  Sexually exhausted,  the pair passed out.

 

When they woke up, they were in the warehouse garage.  With their faces still glazed with cum, Stacey and Lacey surveyed their strange situation.  The gorgeous women were stuck inside a pair of odd-looking vehicles.   The body of each car was shaped like a  purple egg, standing vertical, with four small wheels at the base.  Their heads protruded from the tops of the eggs.  Professor Fellatio’s voice cracked the silence.

 

“Well, I’m sorry girls, but I’ve got to run.  Thanks for the blowjobs.”

 

“We’ve got our wits about us again. You’re in big trouble. Let us out of these things, you creep!”, Lacey demanded.

 

The Professor grinned.  “Those things have a name.  They’re a retirement gift to you from Dr. Mutato.  When I press the remote in my hand, the Pregger-mobiles you’re seated in will deliver you to the nearest maternity ward!”

 

“But we’re not pregnant.”, Stacey replied with trepidation.

 

Fellatio smirked.  “Don’t worry.  The Pregger-mobiles will take care of that little detail. As soon as you‘ve departed, we‘ll upload your blowjob video to the internet.  The whole world will get to see you two getting creamed. Bon voyage ladies!”  He pressed the remote.

 

“No!!!”  “You can’t do this to us!”  Stacey and Lacey cried. 

 

The tiny wheels on their egg carts laid rubber as the Pregger-mobiles sped out of the garage with their helpless occupants.

 

The sun was rising on a weekday morning as the Pregger-mobiles made their way through the streets of Metro City.  The morning rush traffic was yet to appear and the streets were mostly empty.  Lacey could feel robotic arms inside the shell cutting and removing her top.  She yelled over to Stacey.

 

“It’s stripping me! I’m topless. We don’t have much time.  Metro Hospital is only a few miles away!”

 

As the carts turned right onto Columbus Ave., small panels opened at the bottom of the shells.  The Pregger-mobiles left a trail of clothing behind as the remnants of their cheerleader sweaters fell out onto the pavement.  Stacey and Lacey now felt the arms cutting the waistbands of their pleated mini-skirts. They were pulled down their legs.  The carts turned onto MLK Drive leaving a pair of cheerleader skirts on Columbus Avenue.

 

“Oh my god, Lacey!  What are we going to do?  I’m down to my panties.” Stacey exclaimed.

 

The light turned red at the intersection of Fillmore and MLK. To the women’s surprise, the Pregger-mobiles slowed to a stop.  Stacey and Lacey looked at each other.  Next to them, at the light was a school bus.  The side read “St. Mary’s School for Girls”.  Dozens of teenage schoolgirls were peering out the windows at the bizarre scene before them.  They recognized their idols.  They could see the bewildered look of desperation on their faces.  As soon as the light turned green, the Pregger-mobiles sped off.  The schoolgirls looked down and saw two pairs of white panties lying in the middle of the road.

 

Lacey yelled.  “It’s stripped us naked and we’re just blocks away!” 

 

Stacey screamed back.  “Help me! Something is being pushed into my vagina!”

 

“Hang on Stacey!  You’ve got to fight it!” Lacey replied

 

 “I can’t stop it!   It’s.....It’s...  It’s going in!  Oh my god, Lacey!  It went up my pussy!” Stacey stammered.

 

It was then that Lacey felt something push up against the lips of her vagina.

 

Foomp!

 

Lacey bit her lip.  “Oh no!  What is it trying to put inside of me?!” She thought.

 

She tried to contract her vaginal muscles, but her pussy was still tingling from the Nymphomator.  In a moment, it was over.  Lacey felt her labia spread as an orb of impregnation was pushed up into her warm, wet snatch. 

 

SPLOOP!

 

It tickled as it traveled up her vaginal canal to her fertile womb.

 

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It was a short ride from the warehouse to the emergency room entrance.  Stacey and Lacey looked silently ahead as the Pregger-mobiles turned into the parking lot of Metro Hospital. 

 

As Lacey predicted, they made the headlines of all the newspapers that day.  The front page of the Metro News read:

 

“SUPER COPS  MUTATO’D”

 

The tabloids were less kind.   The headlines included “STACEY AND LACEY’S XXX MISADVENTURE”, “DEEP THROATS”, and  “POLICEWOMEN PERMANENTLY PREGGERS”.

 

Goldenwing slammed the Metro News on her desk.  Gathering her papers, she departed for the meeting hall.

 

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Seated around a large circular table in the meeting hall were the remaining members of the Legion of Superheroines.  Ultra Woman sat in the Vice Chair’s seat drumming her fingers on the table. On the other side of the Leader’s chair, sat Rocket Girl, a young, athletic African American girl in a capeless, silver two-piece costume.   Next to her, was Mystery Woman.  She silently analyzed the faces of the four new members.  Ultra Women’s sidekick, Ultra Lass, and Silver Bell, Goldenwing’s sidekick, were the latest additions to the team. The nineteen-year-olds were sitting at the opposite end of the table, engaged in girl talk. She thought to herself.

 

“Kelli would be sitting there if she hadn’t been careless.”

 

Then there was The Yellow Rose, a former Miss Texas, dressed in a cowgirl costume.  The blond beauty was enormously endowed.  Her bright yellow top could barely contain her ample bosom.  In contrast to the ostentatious southern beauty, The Aurora sat patiently, wearing long flowing dark green robes and a pointed hat.  Her cosmic scepter rested in her lap.  The strange visitor from another planet looked like Mary Poppins in witch’s garb.  To The Aurora’s left was an empty chair with the initials “A.A.”.

 

Goldenwing strode into the room and addressed the group. 

 

“I’ll be brief.  This is a dark era for The Legion of Superheroines.  Most of our membership has faced humiliation and defeat at the hands of one man and his allies.  As leader of this group, I am organizing a worldwide manhunt for Dr. Mutato!  We have already brought one of his henchmen to justice.  The Photographer is now behind bars.  I used his hypnotic camera to interrogate him.”

 

Silver Bell’s hand eagerly hot up.  Goldenwing’s eyes narrowed as her voice lowered.

 

“Yes, Silver Bell.”

“Sorry to interrupt.  I read the manuals you gave me.  Isn’t that type of interrogation illegal according to our procedures.” Silver Bell brightly replied.

 

A wry grin ran across Mystery Woman’s face.  Goldenwing had reprimanded her for her use of force against The Gambler.  She decided to bail out her rival by making a motion to examine the matter after Mutato’s capture.  It passed unanimously.

 

“Will you please continue?” Mystery Woman politely requested while suppressing a smile.

 

Goldenwing hesitated then continued.

 

“Well.....While we were unable to learn the whereabouts of Dr. Mutato, we did get a list of his associates.  That is where we will start.  We’ll take his chess pieces off the board one by one until he is checkmated.  In front of each of you is a folder with the details of your assignment.  Rocket Girl will pursue The Candyman.  The Yellow Rose is to apprehend Flattop.  I will find and capture Professor Fellatio.  Dr. Mutato, we have learned, is in the company of a Dr. Vanya Ballzoff.  It will be Mystery Woman’s job to locate her.  If we find her, we’ll find him.”

 

Goldenwing’s face grew stern.

 

 “In this fight, we’ll need every weapon at our disposal.  As I suspected, The Omni-Ring is far more powerful than Ms. Fabulous ever realized.  Ultra Woman has the dangerous assignment of recovering it from The Legion of Virtue.  The Aurora has volunteered to assist her.  Read your folders and begin at once.  Time is of the essence.  Our intelligence had learned that Mutato is developing some sort of weapon.”

 

“What about us?!” Ultra Lass asked. 

 

“We just captured Circe!  You can’t stick us with monitor room duty.  That‘s for rookies.” Silver Bell frowned.

 

Goldenwing replied calmly.  “There’s no monitor duty in the Legion.   Athena IV, our  super computer, answers the dozens of daily distress calls we receive.  You and Ultra Lass are on the response team.  With the rest of the Legion on special assignment, the workload will be quite a challenge, but I’m sure you are up to the task.   You’ll have assistance.  As we speak, Amazonia is selecting a new representative to the outside world............

 

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The Mystical Land of Amazonia........

 

The Queen descended a nearly endless spiral staircase to the dusty floor of the Library of Amazonia. It was as vast as it was ancient. She weaved through a labyrinth of bookshelves towards a light source in the distance. There she found her daughter engrossed in her studies. Next to a flickering candle, the young princess was peering at a manuscript written in hieroglyphics. Diana looked up at the sound of her mother's voice.

 

"The contest will be starting shortly. Will you be at my side?", she asked.

 

Diana shook her head. "I'm sorry. I'll come for the later rounds. I have so much left to study. Tomorrow, the teacher is giving an exam."

 

"I understand.", the Queen replied.

 

"So, who do you think will win?", the curious eighteen-year-old asked.

 

"If I knew that, there wouldn't be a need for the contest.", her mother smiled.

 

"Mother, may I ask? What happened to Antalanta? Is she dead?", Diana asked cautiously.

 

The Queen paused. "No, she is not dead. I will tell you more when you are older. I must go now."

 

Diana knew she had touched on a painful subject. Her mother seemed eager to let her get back to her studies. She watched her disappear into the maze of thirty-foot high bookshelves.  Looking down again at the manuscript, she could feel her heart beating in her chest.

 

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At The Arena....

 

The trumpets blared as Queen Hippolyta entered through the Royal Archway and sat upon her throne at the head of The Arena. Armed female warriors led a group of one hundred young women in masks and skimpy, two-piece linen outfits into the center of the field below. They stood silently around a ten-yard diameter circle. It was filled with cold, wet mud.

 

The Queen spoke. "As you know, one month ago, our sister, Antalanta, was defeated in battle. It is time to determine her successor by our centuries old tradition of Amazonian strip mud wrestling. Let the contest begin!"

 

The crowd cheered.

 

The Royal Orator called out the numbers of the first two opponents. The women entered the ring. The struggle was over quickly . The tall muscular contestant quickly pinned her smaller opponent and tore off her top and bottoms. When her mask came off, the defeated girl exited the circle nude and covered in mud. Two more names were called and the contest was repeated over and over. Each time, the loser exited nude and mud covered with her head hung low. The winner was never allowed to retain any lost clothing during the match. Soon, the number of competitors was narrowed to four.

 

In the first semifinal, a young combatant used her quickness to avoid her topless opponent's grasp. She reached out and grabbed her competitor's loincloth from behind. With the hard yank, the strings came loose and they fell to her ankles. A few minutes later, the busty, dark-haired girl had her opponent in a headlock. She pulled off her mask and the crowd cheered.

 

The Orator declared, "We have our first finalist!"

 

It was then that a chill ran down the Queen's spine. She looked over to her right. The Princess's chair was still empty. She stared down at the masked, dark-haired girl.

 

"No. She wouldn't. Diana is probably still in the library. .....Or was that just a lie to distract me?", she thought to herself.

 

She wanted to call a halt to the contest, yet she held her tongue and sat frozen.

The second semifinal was about to begin. The opponents seemed evenly matched. Both were six feet tall and muscular. On the left stood a blonde Amazon. On the right, a curvaceous brunette. Neither had lost an item of clothing yet. The flag waved and the blonde Amazon soon had her opponent on the ground with her arm twisted behind her back. The brunette was on her knees with her head touching the ground and her rear-end raised.

 

"I've got you right where I want you!", the blonde Amazon declared.

 

She stroked the masked brunette's hair and proceeded to pull down her bottoms till her vagina was exposed. The struggling Amazon pleaded for mercy. She knew what was about to happen.

 

The blonde Amazon was from one of the fiercest tribes of Amazonia. She always defeated her opponents with the same method. It was most cruel, but legal... and effective*.

 

*( An Amazon's strength is derived from her purity. Sexual intercourse is forbidden. Simply breaking the hymen, permanently robs an Amazon of her super strength.)

 

"Please, not that! Spare my maidenhead!", the brunette cried.

 

The blond Amazon licked her index and middle fingers, positioned them in front of her vagina, and without hesitation, worked them inside.

 

The brunette let out grunt followed by a whimper. The crowd booed loudly, but the blond Amazon was undistracted. She continued to slide her fingers in and out of her deflowered opponent's vagina. Finally, she pulled them out. They were glistening with pussy juice. She gave them a short lick.

 

"Ah! The taste of victory!", she smiled.

 

The brunette passed out. Her strength had evaporated. The blonde ripped her panties off, undid her bra, and unmasked her.

 

"Child's play.", she smirked.

 

The Orator declared, "We have our second finalist!"

 

Finally, the moment that everyone was waiting for had arrived. Only two Amazons remained... the tall, muscular blonde and a busty, black-haired beauty. They stood facing each other at opposite ends of the ring. Covered in cold mud, their nipples protruded from underneath their tops. The Orator called out their numbers and they entered the ring.

The Queen's suspicions were correct. The dark-haired girl was none other than her daring daughter Diana. She entered the ring and sized up her opponent.

 

"I can't believe I've made it this far in the tournament without losing a stitch of clothing.", she thought to herself.

 

She knew this would be her most difficult match. Not only could she lose her opportunity to see the outside world, if she lost her maidenhead, she would spent the rest of eternity on Feminine Island as a relative weakling. She took a breath. The contest was about to begin.

 

As soon as the flag was waved, the blond Amazon rushed her and soon had her arm pinned against her back. Diana gritted her teeth as her top was quickly undone. It fell to the mud below. Her plentiful bosom shook from side to side as she felt her opponent's hand reaching down and rubbing her pussy.

 

The blonde Amazon whispered into her ear. "I'm getting you nice and wet so my fingers will slide right in you. Are you going to cry like the others when I take your flower?"

With ease, she flipped Diana onto her back and lifted her ankles into the air. Diana was standing on her hands with her head upside down. Blood rushed to her head.

 

"I can't believe I'm losing this badly. I'm going to be the laughing stock of Amazonia.", she despaired.

 

"OK. Let's see your snatch!", the blonde exclaimed.

 

She tore off Diana's panties and spread her legs. Diana's body took the shape of a Y. The masked blonde looked down at Diana's hairy crotch.

 

"I could unmask you and win the contest, but first, I‘m going take your maidenhead!" she laughed.

 

"No! Please don't!" Diana screamed.

 

The blonde held up two fingers and exclaimed, "You'll remember the feeling of my fingers in your cunt for the rest of eternity. You lose, little girl! "

 

Pausing to deliver an extended monologue was her opponent’s big mistake.  Diana didn't hesitate. She grabbed a fistful of dirt and hurled it.  The mud hit her opponent and temporarily blinded her.  Curling her right leg, Diana delivered a sharp kick to the blonde’s chin that sent her reeling. When the unconscious Amazon awoke, she heard the roar of the crowd. Looking down, she saw that she had been stripped naked.

 

Muddy and victorious, Diana stepped from the circle and tore off her mask. "I am Diana, Princess of Amazonia.  Having shown my strength in battle, I will be our next representative to the outside world. All shall know me as Amazing Amazon!"

 

The arena echoed with applause as a tear ran down Hippolyta's cheek.

 

"She's still a child. She doesn't know the danger that lies ahead." She lamented to herself.

 

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As part of the purification ritual, Diana disrobed and bathed in the Temple of Artemis. Looking up, she saw her mother had entered the temple. Her tone was exceedingly formal.

"Your uniform is lying on the altar. When you are finished, get dressed. You must depart this evening.

 

Hippolyta held up a coil of glowing string. "Before you go, I want to give you one of my most prized possessions. It is called the Golden Garrote. It is unbreakable and will follow your commands. It will serve you well in battle." She set it on the altar.

 

Diana spoke up.  "Since I won the contest Mother, I have a right to know the one who defeated my predecessor. By our laws, I must avenge her!"

 

Hippolyta replied. "There will be time for that later. Three nights ago, I received a disturbing oracle.  A terrible menace lurks in the outside world.  There is one who can stop it."

 

“I will not let you down Mother.”

 

Hippolyta paused.  “I’m not talking about you dear.”

 

“Oh, well.  Sorry. ...Go on then.” Diana replied sheepishly.

 

Hippolyta continued.  “He is in danger.  You must bring him to Amazonia.”

 

“Tell me his name Mother. I will not fail you!”

 

“His name, my daughter, is Midas Mutato.”

 

THE END OF PART II.

 

 

 

 

 

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