The Hunt for Dr. Mutato

Part III

 

Story Chronology:

 

Ms. Fabulous meets The Legion of Virtue

The Legion of Virtue’s Reign of Terror

The Hunt for Mutato: Parts I & II

 

by Orb

 

The Hall of Heroes was nearly empty.  After receiving their marching orders from Goldenwing, the senior members of the Legion of Superheroines set out on their highly dangerous missions.  Rocket Girl dashed off in the blink of an eye.  She headed towards Hershey, Pennsylvania in search of The Candyman.  The Yellow Rose gathered her lasso and loaded her six-shooters.  Mounting her trusty Quarter Horse, Austin, she galloped into the sunset in pursuit of Flattop.  The Mystery Car had departed an hour earlier.  Mystery Woman had the high task of finding the current whereabouts of Dr. Mutato. 

 

Silver Belle and Ultra Lass sat in the shadow of Athena IV, the Legion’s super crime-fighting computer.  Goldenwing was having a private conversation with Ultra Woman and The Aurora at the far end of the Great Room.

 

“What are they saying?”  Silverbell whispered.

 

“shhh.  My super-hearing isn’t that super.... yet.  I can’t make out much.”  Ultra Lass replied with disappointment.

 

A minute later, Lania waved farewell and departed.  She had the most dangerous mission of all, the recovery of the Omni-Ring. Ultra Lass had total confidence in her mentor.  She had witnessed her defeat the greatest villains of Earth and beyond.

 

“Can I speak with you for a moment in my office?“, Goldenwing called out from the opposite side of the room. 

 

Silver Belle nodded and followed her.  Once in private, Goldenwing’s tone became less formal. 

 

“I just wanted to say goodbye and wish you good luck, Jenny.  I’ve told everyone to report to Athena with updates as frequently as possible.  I can monitor everyone’s progress with my communicator.”  She clicked her techno-belt around her waist.

 

“I’ll be back in not more than 48 hours.  I’m taking Goldfire.  I want you to have Goldstorm.”

 

She had said the words so casually; it took a few seconds for them to register.  Silver Belle’s mouth fell open.

 

“You’re letting me fly....”

 

“Yes.”, Goldenwing cut her off.  She gave a glare of warning.  Silver Belle read her thoughts perfectly.

 

“Don’t wreck my multi-billion dollar aircraft.”

 

The two shared a hug.  A moment later she was gone.  Silver Belle walked back into the Great Room.  Ultra Lass saw the odd look on her face.

 

“What is it?”, she inquired.

 

Silver Belle was quivering with excitement. 

 

“She let me have... Goldstorm.”, she squeaked.

 

“Noooo way!”,  Ultra Lass laughed.

 

“Yes way!  ha ha  You don’t have to carry me anyone!  I can fly all by myself!”, the giddy, young heroine replied.

 

Silver Belle was grinning ear to ear.  She knew what Goldenwing’s gesture meant.  She had just graduated from sidekick to partner.

 

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An hour later, Ultra Woman stood in a muddy alley between two old brick factories.  The Aurora stood beside her.   A cold wind blew past them, flapping the dark green folds of her cloak

 

“This is where they found Night Owl.  Maybe the police missed a detail.  I want to check it out.  I‘ve scanned the building with my x-ray vision.  It looks empty.” Ultra Woman said.

 

The Aurora was silent.  She was examining the outside of the building.  Her expression was one of disconsern.  The odd woman rarely spoke.  

 

“Was she really from another planet like me?”, Lania asked herself.  At this moment, she wished mind reading was one of her powers.  

 

Ultra Woman was about to force open the door, when The Aurora pointed her cosmic scepter at it.  The lock clicked open.

 

“Thanks.” 

 

The most powerful woman on Earth held up her hand. 

 

“Stay here.  I can handle things from here.  If I need backup, I’ll radio you.”

 

The Aurora nodded.  “As you wish.”

 

The caped crime fighter entered the dark factory.  Ultra Woman probed the interior with her x-ray, luminous, and microscopic vision.  It soon became apparent that there was a trapdoor in the floor near the southwest corner.  It was well concealed but she could make out its edges. 

 

“This must be the trapdoor in the police report.  They said the basement was empty.  I need to see for myself.”

 

She thought of Night Owl, Stinger, and the other heroines that were unfortunate enough to have stepped on this sinister square.  One misstep had cost them their careers.  Ultra Woman floated above it.  Concentrating, her eyes glowed red.  Her heat vision acted like a cutting torch as her gaze traced a circle in the lead-lined, steel plate.  The carved out disk fell through into the darkness below.  As it gave way, a mushroom cloud of green gas billowed up from the hole beneath her.  Caught off guard, Ultra Woman was enveloped by the cloud.  She immediately felt the pull of gravity. 

 

“What the...!?  This gas! It’s, it’s.... ”

 

The depowered damsel fell down through the portal she had created.

 

Judith Prim grinned when she heard the sound that was so very familiar to her.  It was the sound of a costumed bimbo’s rear-end landing on a metal slide. 

 

“Thunk!”

 

Ultra-Woman had fallen right into her trap.  Florescent lights began to flicker on.  The subterranean room was illuminated.  Everything came into view through a green haze.  The snared superheroine saw that she was secured by restraining arms on a conveyor belt.  She tried to break them but her super strength was gone.  She was in disbelief.

 

“This gas!  It contains Loserium, the one element that robs me of my powers.  But how?  Goldenwing and I destroyed the last remnant of Loserium and the secret formula for it is locked in the vault of the Hall of Heroes.”

 

As she struggled to free herself, a mocking voice came over a loud speaker. 

 

“You thought I was going to be a pushover.  I knew you were coming so I cooked up a little surprise for you.  You see.  Nothing is impossible with the Omni-Ring.  Once I’ve disposed of you, nothing can stop me.”

 

The conveyor belt started forward.  Ms. Prim had waited for this moment.  She began her villainous monologue.

 

“Well Ultra-slut, I’ll give you a little preview of your fate to come.  You are about to enter the first of two machines.   My trusty stripping machine will divest you of your immodest outfit.  You’re used to flying about half-clothed.  I’m sure you won’t mind being stripped naked.  After you’ve exited the stripping machine, you’ll enter “The Printer”.  It will give you a tattoo that you‘ll wear for the rest of your life.   Of course, the ink that will be injected beneath your skin will contain trace amounts of Loserium.  The dosage is not enough to cause illness, but it will keep you powerless forever.  You thought you were different.  In your mind, Ms. Fabulous and Night Owl were just careless amateurs.  Loserium isn’t your weakness.  It’s pride.  Ms. Fabulous and Night Owl were both over-confident.  One might have called them “cocky”.  Ironic isn’t it?  They’re both very ‘cocky’ now, thanks to my gender transformation gas.  Soon, you‘ll be ‘very cocky‘ too, my dear.”

 

Ultra Woman tried to tune-out the taunting voice as her fingers strained to reach her one hope of rescue.  For the first time in her life, she pressed the emergency button on her communicator.  In the next instance, she was drawn into the stripping machine.  Once inside, she experienced her first indignity.  Robotic arms descended and roughly tore off her cape.  Ripppp!!!  A moment later her blue boots were yanked off her feet.  Another pair of arms went for her top.  Ultra Woman watched her DD-sized breasts spill out as her metallic-blue spandex top was ripped open and pulled off along with her communicator.  A video recorder was perched above.

 

“My top!  No!  This can’t be happening.  I’ll prove Prim wrong.  I’m better than this.  I‘ve got to shake off the effects of the Loserium and get my strength back!  I just need The Aurora to buy me some time.”

 

She watched robotic scissors snip up the sides of her short, pleated skirt.  It was pulled down her legs.  Looking up, she saw the video recorder.  It was capturing every detail of her humiliating peril.  The depowered damsel had only one item of clothing left.  It covered her most private area.  The camera moved in as the scissor arms snipped the sides of her blue panties.  A tri-fingered arm reached downward. 

 

Suddenly, Ultra Woman felt her strength return.  She began to push against the steel restraints.  The metal arms creaked and started to bend.

 

“Yes! The gas is wearing off.  I’m almost free!  This fight isn’t over.  No one defeats Ultra Woman!”, she exclaimed.

 

Just then, a nozzle above released a concentrated blast of greenish gas.  The heroine’s strength faded again.

 

“No!  Not more Loserium!  I can’t fail! ”, she cried.

 

 She struggled as the tri-fingered arm grabbed hold of her panties and pulled them off, exposing her vagina to the unblinking eye of the video recorder.  Once the most respected of heroines, Ultra Woman’s mouth fell open as her bald pussy was put on display.

 

The beautiful brunette exited the stripping machine.  The diabolical contraption had lived up to its name.  Ultra Woman was completely nude.  Even worse, her forced striptease would be seen by the entire world.  Up ahead, the entrance panel to The Printer slid open.  Still pinned on the conveyor belt, Ultra Woman writhed helplessly as she was delivered into the second of Ms. Prim’s devious devices.

 

“I don’t have much time left.  Where’s The Aurora?!”, she fretted.

 

Unable to budge the restraining clamps that held her body still, she watched as a robotic arm with a tattoo needle descended from above.  Minutes later, it was over.  Ultra Woman lifted her head as saw the green tattoo on the mound of her pussy.   It was a circle with a protruding arrow.  She immediately recognized it at the symbol of masculinity.  

 

“No!!!”, she cried.

 

Ultra Woman exited The Printer like all the others before her.  She was strapped in a metal chair with her legs spread and her head pointed at her loins.  A spray nozzle and video recorder were positioned in front of her vagina.  Even though she was nude and powerless,  Ultra Woman remained defiant. 

 

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not human.  Your gas won’t have any effect on me!”  Her voice echoed in the lavishly decorated, empty room. 

 

A door panel slid open and Ms. Prim walked into the room.  It was the first time Ultra Woman had truly laid eyes on the leader of the Legion of Virtue.  She gasped as she realized the extent of her predicament.  Ms. Prim was The Aurora.  Dressed Victorian-style, Judith Prim held a melting cosmic scepter in her hand.  Soon, all that was left was a shiny ring on her finger.

 

Prim laughed.  “Surprised Lania?   Everything is going according to my plan.  As a member of the Legion of Superheroines it wasn’t that difficult to steal the formula for Loserium.  Don’t worry.  You won’t be alone.  Your slutty sidekick and her girlfriend with soon share your fate.  As The Aurora, I snuck into their dressing rooms.  Tomorrow morning, when Ultra Lass and Silver Belle get dressed, they’ll feel a funny tickle between their thighs once they’ve pulled up their panties.  When the fabric comes in contact with their genitals, they’re doomed.  Their clits will sprout into thick, juicy cocks.  Naturally, I designed the material to be very elastic.  Their panties will stretch to hold their enormous testicles! ha ha ha”

 

“You maniac!”  Ultra Woman screamed.

 

“Speaking of enormous testicles....“  Ms. Prim. pressed a button on the side of her umbrella and Ultra Woman felt a cold blast of the mutating gas hit her vagina.

 

“It’s dinnertime!”

 

Boink!

 

Ultra Woman watched her pink clit stand on end.  It quickly grew to two inches in length.  A cock head swelled and formed at the tip.

 

“No.....”, she moaned.

 

“You thought you could easily defeat me Ultra Woman.   Of course, the nickname “Ultra Woman” no longer fits you.  With that tattoo, you are no longer ’ultra’.  With a boner between your legs, you are no longer a woman. ha ha ha”

 

Her sex organ grew to the size of a man’s penis and flopped onto her stomach.   Lania was an alien.  Human sexual desires had always been foreign to her.  They were a form of human weakness.  But, with the Loserium crotch-tattoo, she knew she was no better than human.  She became aroused at the sight of the vein-covered, erect penis pushing closer and closer towards her mouth.

 

“No! I must control my thoughts.  I am an Ultran!”, she thought.

 

The large purple-headed phallus was lodged between her huge knockers.  It stopped growing.

 

She shot back a look of defiance.

 

“My!”, Ms. Prim exclaimed.  “It looks like you’re going to need some assistance.  Let me give you a hand or shall I say.... a handjob.” 

 

Judith pressed the button on her umbrella a second time.  Lania’s eyes widened as a silk glove on a robotic arm emerged from under her chair.  The robotic hand slowly grasped her cock.  It began to stroke and tug the shaft.   She let out a loud moan. 

 

“Stop that.  stop.... ummf!!! nghh!  Oh my god!  It‘s growing again.  I can‘t stop it.  I‘m going to cum!”

 

Her dick had finally reached its destination.  With her libido out of control, Ultra-Woman strained her head forward to gobble up her cock.  The robotic arm fed it into her warm, wet mouth. 

 

Glurb!   Mmmmmmmm!!!!

 

“That’s it ultra slut.  Keep sucking.  You‘re almost finished.”

 

Ultra Woman did not hear a word.  Her mouth was busy making love to the head of her dick.  Her head pounded up and down on her cock like a crazed woodpecker.   The throbbing sensation of a male orgasm ran through her cock as it pumped a hot sticky load of cum up into her mouth.

 

Glub!!  Glub!!!

 

Her monstrous manhood retracted from her cum-filled mouth. It shot one final blast, which splattered across the defeated heroine’s face.

 

Ms.  Prim smirked.  “Perfect.  While we’re waiting for your testicles to drop, I’ll fill you in on what’s in store for your girlfriends.  I’ve taken the liberty of alerting their arch-foes to their approach.   Little do they know, their crime-fighting devices are rigged to fail.  The Legion of Superheroines is done for!”

 

“You’re.... you’re with Mutato?” Ultra Woman muttered.  Cum dribbled from her mouth.

 

“Nothing of the sort.“ Prim replied. “Once your girlfriends have been defeated for good, the Legion of Virtue will become the next Legion of Superheroines.  It’s simply not enough to remove the bad role models from society.  Good girls need good role models.  We will give them something noble to aspire to!“

 

Ms. Prim looked down with glee.  “Well, well! Here come your ultra-balls!”

 

Ultra Woman felt a pressure building inside her vagina.  She gritted her teeth.

 

Ga-splub!!!

 

A long-wrinkly nut sack unfolded from her snatch.  Her vagina was now a memory. 

 

Uuugh!  Uuuuuuugh!!!

 

The mutagenic gas had converted her ovaries into a pair of orange-sized testicles.  Ultra Woman grunted as they squeezed out of her body and fell snuggly into her scrotum.  Ms. Prim let out a chuckle.

 

“Well, I have to say, Ultra Bimbo.  You have some cahones for trying to defeat me! ha ha”

 

A mirror next to her chair allowed Ultra Woman to see the ball sack swinging between her legs.  Her testicles were rapidly growing in size.  They were now the size of coconuts.

 

“No!  This can’t be happening!  I can‘t end up like this?!”

 

Ms. Prim left the room.  “I’ll give you and your lollipop some privacy.”, she smirked.

 

Lania sat alone in silence.   Her mind raced.

 

“I haven’t lost yet.” She thought.   “She can’t distribute my nude video.  It would alert the rest of the Legion.  That will give me time to escape and warn the others.”

 

Her thoughts trailed off  as she watched her cock stiffen again.  The mere thought of her sexy teammates had triggered a feeding session.  She stared at her throbbing member with awe and desire.  Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and stretched out her tongue.  Her testicles were now the size of basketballs.  They rested on the cold floor in front of her chair.

 

The head pushed up against her lips.  She blushed and moaned.  “oh my god.... not again.”  Only this time, her voice sounded like Barry White’s.

 

Glurb! Slurp!

 

With her dick embedded in her mouth, Ultra Woman didn’t care about escape or the video recorder lowering from the ceiling.   The sensation of sucking her cock was mind numbing.  The lust-driven woman looked forward into the camera as she feasted on her dick.

 

Slurp! Slurp! Mmmmmm!!!! GLUB!!!!

 

 

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With their most powerful member defeated and a traitor in their midst, how will the Legion of Superheroines face the double-threat of Dr. Mutato and the Legion of Virtue?  Stay tuned for Part IV!