The Hunt for Mutato:
Part 4
“The Last Ride of
the Yellow Rose”
by Orb
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The Yellow Rose was
on the outskirts of Los Angeles. Her
mission: to apprehend a known accomplice of the infamous, Dr. Mutato. Little did she know, Judith Prim had
infiltrated the Legions of Superheroines and secretly loaded her six-shooters
with blanks. Just like Ultra Woman, the
ever-cute cowgirl was on a collision course with calamity!
Traffic slowed as
drivers paused to get a glimpse of the blond beauty riding by on her faithful
horse, Austin. Not far away, a line of
limousines delivered Hollywood’s most famous and talented to the red carpet of the
Screen Actors Group Awards. Millions of movie fans from around the globe were
tuned in to see their favorite stars make their grand entrance. Little did they
know, a diabolical device was being trained on Hollywood's A-list actresses.
Not far away, in her
secret lair, a boyish-looking young woman was reclined in front of her video
monitor. Lying next to her on an end table was a copy of "The Beauty
Fallacy".
"Tonight, I'm
going to redefine the phrase ‘militant feminist‘! ha ha ha", Flattop
laughed maniacally.
"I'm sick of
Hollywood foisting their ‘concept’ of beauty upon us. All they love are girls
with big tits. Well, I'm going to give them EXACTLY what they want!”
On the video
monitor, the curvaceous young starlet, Scarlet Johonson was in the middle of
the red carpet in a stunningly low-cut, metallic-gold dress. It gave the phalanx of photographers a
tantalizing view of the beautiful blonde’s bountiful bouncing bosom. Standing next to her was the luscious Latin
lovely, Selma Kayak. The bronze-skinned
beauty, wore a strapless white dress that proudly displayed her amazing
cleavage.
Flattop manipulated
a hand-held, push-button remote.
Joysticks, in her view, were too phallic in nature. Two yellow X’s moved across the video
screen until they were poised on top of Scarlet’s two greatest assets. She pressed the firing button.
ZORT!!!
Suddenly, two bright
pink beams of light shot out of the heavens, hitting the up-and-coming
actress’s magnificent mammeries. Selma
was struck next, followed by Katherine Beta Jones, and then Angelina Jolly. A
minute later, the attack was over. Over
a dozen actresses had been the target of the strange ray. Everyone on the red carpet froze except the
photographers. They never stopped
clicking photos.
“What was that all
about?”, Scarlet wondered out loud.
“You about to find
out!”, Flattop laughingly replied to the TV screen.
She watched the
young woman’s face turn flush. Suddenly
the top of her dress felt extremely tight.
She was having trouble breathing.
Looking down,
Scarlet exclaimed. “My breasts! They’re..
they‘re...getting bigger?!”
She flung her head
back. The back of her expensive
designer gown ripped down the center as her enormous and ever-growing breasts
burst from the confines of her dress.
Riiiiiiiipppp!!!! Ka-blub!!!!! Ka-blub!!!!!
Topless, she stood
helpless and bewildered in the middle of the red carpet as the paparazzi’s
flashes went off all around her. Selma
was next. The back of her dress tore
apart, down to her cute derriere, as her now titanic tits demanded their
freedom.
Ka-blub!!!!! Ka-blub!!!!!
“Now that’s what I
call a wardrobe malfunction!”, Flattop squealed in delight.
The bizarre trend
continued. Every actress on the red
carpet was in the same predicament.
Angelina Jolly and her romantic rival, Jennifer Aston were in
shock. Their gowns were torn asunder as
their breasts quadrupled in size.
Shredded, their dresses fell to their ankles revealing that both women
were sans panties. Their boobs
continued to grow towards preposterous proportions.
Flattop gave a
wicked grin. “Sorry girls. Those Hindenbergs are about to crash. Say hello to gravity and goodbye to your
careers!”
America watched the
whole humiliating affair. Scarlet
Johonson watched in horror as her gigantic knockers were succumb by their own
weight. Her nipples slowly declined
from their upward inclination as her heaving breasts began to sag and
fall. She helplessly watched as they
drooped lower and lower. Five minutes
later, she felt tips of her nipples touch the red carpet.
“My beautiful
breasts!! No! I’m ruined!!!!”
Soon, the scene was filled with sobbing
actresses. Each had a lengthy pair of
drooping boobs resting on the red carpet.
“Ha ha! The “Sag” Awards. What a fittingly name for this event!”
Flattop’s moment of
triumph was interrupted by the security alarm.
INTRUDER ALERT!....
INTRUDER ALERT!
With a click of her
remote, she saw a voluptuous blond heroine tying up her horse in the back alley
behind the warehouse.
“Ah!....The Yellow
Rose. Ms. Prim said you’d be paying me
a visit. A blast from my ‘breast
enhancement’ ray will soon have you bursting out of your costume!”
As the former beauty
queen cautiously made her way down the alley, she was unaware that her firm
DD’s were being targeted by Flattop’s satellite above. The flat-chested villainess anxiously worked
her remote. Two yellow X’s were now
poised on top of the curvy superheroine’s bosom. She immediately pressed the firing button, but looked up to
realize it was too late. The Yellow
Rose had ducked inside the back entrance.
As the door swung closed, two pink rays harmlessly stuck the
pavement.
“Damn it!”, Flattop
scowled. Echoes of the past, filled
her ears. Taunting remarks about her
“itty-bitty-titties” in the girl’s locker room came back to her. Now, her perfectly endowed nemesis had
eluded her once again. Furious, she
stood up and was immediately lassoed.
Losing her balance, she fell to the floor.
“Gotcha darling!”,
The Yellow Rose declared with a smile.
“Now, come quietly. Me and the
rest of the girls at the Legion of Superheroines have some questions to ask
you.”
“I’m not going
anywhere!”, Flattop hissed. She looked
up from the ground at one of the most beautiful women in the world. The Yellow Rose looked like a cross between
a 50’s movie star and a WWII pinup girl.
Gorgeous face, gorgeous body, gorgeous hair, and perfect breasts. No woman on planet could ignite Flattop’s
ire like Betty Wilson a.k.a. The Yellow Rose.
“Fine by me. I’ll have you tied up in no time. We can ride Austin down to the police
station. It looks like you forgot to
put on some makeup. Don’t worry, I can lend you some before your mug
shot.” Betty teased.
Flattop gave a
sneering laugh.
“You dimwitted fool! You think you’ve won, but you’ve walked
right into my trap. I was expecting
you.”
“You‘re a poor
liar.”
“Am I? You have two
choices. See the two panels on the far
wall. The panel on the right is the
entrance to my breast reduction machine.
If you willingly enter it, you will be spared TOTAL humiliation. The machine will reduce any woman‘s bra size
to an A-cup. It’ll milk your Texas-sized tits down to a pair of Rhode Island
runts! Then you can return to the
Legion of Supersluts and tell them they‘re next.“ Flattop smirked. “If you
reject my gracious offer, with the press of my remote, the panel on the left
will open and you’ll be very sorry.”
“I’m sorry. That sounds tempting, but I’ll have to
pass.” Betty replied sarcastically.
“I was hoping you’d
say that. Let me show you what’s behind
door number two.” Flattop pressed the
red button on her remote..
“Say hello to “The
Cunt Puncher”! It’s a robot of my own
design. It’s going to strip you bare,
spread your legs, and pummel your pussy until you cry like a girl. Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention that
your pistols are filled with blanks.” She
let out a wicked laugh.
Hearing those words,
Betty’s mouth fell open. She looked
down at the Colt revolvers holstered at her waist. Was Flattop telling the truth?
If so, how could this be?
The ring of a loud
alarm bell broke her thoughts. A
flashing red light went off as a panel on the other side of the room suddenly
opened. A four-wheeled monstrosity
roared from out of the darkness. On
top, it looked like a mechanical octopus with eight metal tentacles. The eighth was tipped with a bright red
boxing glove. Betty’s eyes widened at
the sight of it. As fast as lightning, she
drew her pistols and fired at its tires.
Her worst fears came true.
Nothing happened. The
nine-foot-tall machine continued to dart towards her.
“I.... I don’t
believe it!”, she stammered.
As she turned to
run, four metallic tentacles ensnared her limbs and lifted her from the
floor. Her useless revolvers fell to
the ground, as the blonde beauty struggled to free herself. A large video camera and lighting apparatus
lowered from the ceiling.
“ha ha! I told you!
Now it’s hopeless. The world
will soon witness my robot giving you a much needed attitude adjustment.”,
Flattop exclaimed.
Betty’s cowgirl
blouse was tied mid-torso, exposing her well-toned abdomen. A pincher grabbed hold of her yellow top and
tore it off in one pull. It immediately
returned for her bra. The voluptuous
cowgirl watched her DD’s spill out as her bra was snipped in half and hastily
removed. She had only a pair of tight
bluejean shorts left on. Betty’s mind
raced.
“I’ve got to break
free. I can’t have the whole world see
me stripped naked like some stupid bimbo!”
Flattop gloatingly
taunted her. “I’ve been waiting for
this moment for a long time! Struggle
all you want. You can only postpone the
inevitable.”
Betty watched in
shock as the arms began to slice off her jean shorts.
“What’s happening to
me?!”, she gasped.
As the shreds of her
Daisy Dukes landed on the floor, a single pincher rose up, grabbed hold of her
white panties, and tore them off.
“What do you think’s
happened? You’ve just been pantsed
stupid!” Flattop replied.
The Yellow Rose
continued to struggle. The curvy
cowgirl fought a losing battle as the robotic arms spread her legs, exposing
her hairy pussy.
“No!” Betty
cried. “You can’t”
“You’re not so
tough.” Flattop smirked. “You thought you could waltz into my lair
and defeat me. Now you look like you’re about to cry. Are you ready for your just desserts? ”
This was the moment
that Flattop had waited for. She
regularly sicked her sinister pussy-pounding machine on unknowing victims. Her
favorite targets were cheerleaders, strippers, and other women that made a
living pleasing men. She loved how
their tits shook upon having their privates punched. But this moment was special.
The Yellow Rose had been laid bare and was now in the most awkward of
positions. Now, her diabolical robot
would deliver a humiliatingly painful blow to her arch-nemesis's genitals.
Betty helplessly
watched as the boxing glove was positioned in front of her crotch. It launched forward, striking the helpless
heroine’s most sensitive spot.
Thud!
The blow sent a
ripple through her body. She gritted
her teeth.
Uuugh!!!
Flattop gleefully watched her tits shake like
jello. Betty watched in horror as the
glove slowing retracted.
“No! Not again!”,
she cried.
The
merciless machine struck again and again.
It delivered a series of sharp jabs to the mound of her pussy. The tentacles soon released her and the
humbled heroine fell to the ground sobbing and cupping her crotch.
“Ow! Please no more! You win.” Betty pleaded.
The
robot sprayed her with knockout gas.
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When
Betty awoke, she found herself seated in the saddle of a giant toy horse on
wheels. She was completely naked with
her hands tied behind her back. Looking
down, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Her breasts were still as big and beautiful as ever. Yet, to her surprise, two strange objects
were attached to her nipples. They were
in the shape of miniature oil derricks.
“Those
can’t be good. I’ve got to get
free....”
Just
then she noticed her ankles were locked into the stirrups of the saddle.
“Going
somewhere?”
Betty
looked down and saw Flattop standing next to the tall toy horse.
“Look....
I said I give up. I don’t want my
family and my fan club to see me naked like this.”
“You were a
so-called ‘beauty queen’. Putting your body on display is nothing new for you.”
Betty sniffed
indignantly. “That was a scholarship
program.”
“Whatever.” Flattop
replied.
“I’m afraid your
daddy and your fan club are going to be quite disappointed. You’re about to be paraded through Los
Angeles like a modern-day Lady Godiva.
Of course, your journey will end at the nearest maternity ward. Dr. Mutato, the master of impregnation
devices, designed that horse just for you.
The saddle you‘re seated on will soon fill your cunt with his
mega-pregger formula, effectively ending your career. Oh, I almost left out the best part. I‘m sure you‘re wondering about the devices attached to your
nipples. They are the world’s smallest
and most powerful breast pumps. You
have the most amazing natural breasts I’ve ever seen. Or shall I say ‘had‘.
Once you’ve been impregnated, you’ll immediately begin to lactate. Those Texas-themed tit drainers will put an
end to the oppressive images of your so-called ‘perfect body’. I’ve tested my ‘milk derricks’ on dozens of
Hooters girls. They‘ll drain any girl’s
chest in five minutes or less!”
“Please, not my breasts.” Betty stammered.
“Look at the bright
side. No more back pain.” Flattop laughed. “I guess it’s time to say goodbye to you and your tits. Bon voyage loser!”
With that, the cruel
villainess pressed the button on her remote and the toy horse sped off. Betty’s voice trailed off into the distance.
“Noooooooooooooo!”
It had all happened
so quickly. Betty thought to
herself. Then it occurred to her that
those were the words of many a superheroine that had failed. Only an hour before, she was galloping
through traffic. Now, traffic was
stopped again as the naked heroine sped by.
Her crotch was pressed against the saddle as it began to vibrate. Betty felt herself becoming aroused. She felt ashamed as her pussy began to
moisten.
“It’s preparing me
for impregnation! I can’t lose like
this. I‘ve got to concentrate.”
A group of onlookers
stopped and stared at her from the sidewalk.
Some were smiling and pointing.
“Help me! This isn’t a joke. Help!” Betty cried.
The wheeled horse
sped around the corner and the people disappeared from view. From behind, she heard some college guys
shout “Ride’em cowgirl!”
Just then, she felt
a phallus pushing up from the center of the saddle. It was at the entrance to her vagina.
“Oh no! It’s started.”
The curvaceous naked
heroine writhed in the saddle and tried to free her hands. The phallus
continued to push upward against her wet pussy.
“I’m being
deflowered!”, she gasped as it parted her labia and tore through her hymen.
Now, it was inside
of her. The dildo began to vibrate and
piston back and forth inside of the buxom cowgirl. Despite her sexy outfit, Betty had always strived to be a role
model. She had always adhered to her
strong moral values. Now, she was naked
for all to see and experiencing the ultimate in sexual pleasure. Dr. Mutato had spent his entire life
studying women’s sex organs. His
devices never failed to bring a girl to climax. For the young Southerner, the experience was overwhelming. Yet, in the back of her mind she knew the
consequences. The diabolical saddle was
about to fill her womb with Dr. Mutato’s pregger formula. A single drop would impregnate any healthy
female for at least a decade. The
victims of Dr. Mutato were condemned to continuously squeeze strange blue eggs
out of their over-stretched vaginas.
The dildo continued to thrust up and down as her pussy frothed with her
juices. Inside her body, blood was
being diverted from her brain to her engorged vagina. Horny and dizzy, reason faded away as the primal lust to be
seeded overcame her. Betty’s vaginal
muscles began to contract and release in rhythm with the vibrations as the
phallus pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. Dr. Mutato’s orgasmic impregnation device was playing her young
body like a Stradivarius. Finally, it
reached her cervix.
“Oh! Oh my god!
This thing is making a whore of me.
I’m going to cum!”
Her loins yearned to
be filled. Betty’s eyes fluttered and
closed as her back arched. A powerful
orgasm made her oblivious to the throngs of onlookers gawking at her
nakedness. When she recovered, she
looked down at her furry muff. As she
did, she felt the cock inside of her fire a torrent of warm, gooey cum into her
womb.
“Yes! ooooooo!
yes!”, Betty cried in
ecstasy. Tears ran from her eyes.
Gurgling sounds were
now coming from her belly. Immediately,
her abdomen began to bulge as the glow of sexual excitement quickly faded.
“No!!! I’m such a fool. I’m pregnant!”
Just then, she felt
her nipples being tugged into the milker derricks as the pumps whirled to life.
VRRRRRR!!!!!!
“My breasts!!!”
Flattop’s words came
back to her.
“I’ve tested my
‘milk derricks’ on dozens of Hooters girls.
They‘ll drain any girl’s chest in five minutes or less!”
The Yellow Rose had
captured Flattop many times before. How
could have things gone so horribly wrong?
Betty looked down as
two white streams shot out from the tops of the milk derricks. The pressure was enormous. Slowly, Betty’s full pair began to lose its
firmness. The voluptuous vixen stared
down at her breasts in disbelief.
“These things are
unrelenting! My breasts can’t hold out
much longer!”
After seven minutes,
her amazing breasts were a thing of the past.
Sagging and streaked with veins, Betty watched as they crumpled in on
themselves. As with all the others, the derricks milked her boobs down to the
last drop. Having wrecked her tits,
they fell off.
As promised, Betty
and her new body were paraded through town before being delivered to the
maternity ward.
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While another member
of the Legion of Superheroines fell to Judith Prim’s devious plan, the rest
were still unaware of the danger ahead.
In Hershey,
Pennsylvania, The Candy Man was preparing his insidious Banana-Splits Machine
for the arrival of Rocket Girl and her young sidekick, Oryx.
TO BE CONTINUED.....