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!