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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