Blunder Broad

The Costume By E.N.Cuire

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As usual with my tales, if you're not ready for the perverse and perverted, if you're not ready for sex, sexual abuse, torture and other sundry depravities perpetrated on one who professes to abhor such occurances, leave this page right now...

BLUNDER BROAD was created by my friend and mentor, the late Eric Stanton who's dying wish was for me to keep Blundie alive and taking it...

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T'was a bright and cheery morning and Blundie awoke feeling strangely refreshed. She had retired early last night and slept well through the nocturnal hours with no disturbing disruptions by panic calls where her services would be needed to take care of some or other miscreants involved in some sundry crime.

Her shower bath took way too long. (Didn't it always?) as she made the error of directing the remote showerhead between her outstanding, muscular gams and setting herself off in a series of cumings she did nothing to prevent. This was a special day and one she was going to enjoy, she'd decided.

Her morning workout, of course, was done in boots, bikini and gloves and she enjoyed every moment in her gym down in the cellar of her home. She was soaked with persperation when she finished and ended up, dressed in her workout clothes, back in the welcoming shower wwith predictable results. By the time the doorbell chimed, she had to rush, dripping, to answer the front door and admit the beautiful Brunette in her ebony rubber outfit and outrageous rubber thigh boots with their six inch stiletto heels.

"Happy Birthday, dear Blundie..." Went the gorgeous Bettye Gage, known to the Criminal Element as Invincible Knight. Bettye embraced Blundie and dove for a soulkiss oft called "French" on Blundie's mouth, coming away dripping from Blundie's shower. "You do manage to get me all wet and horny, you beautiful Birthday girl..."

Nipples were already engorging and jutting toward each as they broke the embrace just in time for the doorbell to ring anew. Betty pouted with disappointment by the disturbance and Blundie quickly answered the door almost causing the mailman's eyes to bulge from his head at the female oppulence displayed in such skimpy attire before him. And soaking wet to boot.

"Da bla b'dya b'dya ah... Blundah Broad..." He went, profering a wrapped package, a pen and a clip board. Blundie took them, juggled a little, signed the receipt and returned the clipboard and pen before closing the door on the drooling figure of the mailman. She was already ripping paper from the package as she approached the table.

"Who's it from?" Asked Bettye, perhapse a trifle jealous.

"Let's see what's in it first..." Went Blundie as colors assaulted her vision.

She held up a blue catsuit that looked like some kind of plastic or rubber and looked down into the package at a pair of boots that would surely reach her upper thighs, matching in a red color a pair of long, long gloves that screamed to be put on. Blundie was already doffing the bikini, her boots and elbow lenth gloves and fitting one muscular but shapely leg into the leg part of the catsuit. Moments later she was completely covered in an outfit that seemed to adhere to every portion of her magnificent body and pulling on the left boot with it's seven inch heel that did, indeed, surround her thigh at it's very top and rub against her prominent mons. The other boot swiftly followed and was followed by the two gloves that swam up muscular arms to her very shoulders.

"Blundie... It's, ah... Superb..."

"Maybe a little revealing..."Answered Blundie looking in a full length mirror and noting that nothingwas hidden in an outfit that looked as if sprayed on to the oppulent Woman. (Perchance she'd forgotten how her bikini outfit displayed so much flesh as to be almost non existant.)

"But who's it from?" Demanded Bettye stamping a booted foot in a snit.

Blundie tore open the envelope hidden in the bottom of the package and read the enclosed aloud.

Dear Slutslave,

Knowing your greed for things pretty, I know that you will have put the outfit on already, just like the whore you are... It's a purr-fect outfit for a slut and slave such as yourself and you will start to feel some of it's, shall we say, 'benefits?' in the next few minutes... It should amply display all your most hidden desires just the way they should be displayed to one and all.

Oh. Lest we forget. The outfit can not be removed although it does have openings in all the right places...

Love on your birthday, slut,

Das and Cheetah

Blundie was horrified. She'd been taken in by Das again. Taken in again by Cheetah who had enslaved her one too many times already. She felt a tingle starting down there and sent a gloved hand to scratch her newest itch.

"Blundie... What are you doing?" From the luscious Bettye, of course.

Blundie's nipples were starting to engorge as a tingling started in each appendage and, rather than her gloved fingers assuaging the itch to her pussy, the itch seemed to be getting stronger. Blundie could already feel wetness down there as her ever ready defences swung into a higher gear.

"Darn... I'm getting turned on and it must be the costume..." She avowed, panting.

Bettye, the Invincible Knight, was almost taken aback. Hadn't she turned Blundie to mush more than a few times? Hadn't she turned Blundie into a sexual revolution of her own? But Bettye knew all the signs. This was a turn on that had nothing to do with Bettye and Bettye could see the way the costume was riding up and between Blundie's lower lips while the nipples were becoming huge in size. As for Blundie herself...

Blundie felt something start to grow and push between those petal like lips and start growing some more. That, before she felt a something else start the same antics between her butt cheeks. She wasn't over concerned at first but felt her ever sexy body responding and her clittle trying to unfold it's self from it's hidden envelopement and then found another facet of the costume's material as it seemed to enfold that clittie in a warm, moist envelopement Blundie would later say, felt like the lips of the World's greatest pussy lapper.

She squealed as material seemed to envelope the bases of her sensitive nipples and start squeezing and constricting those appendages while the bodice started doing the same around her breast bases.

"I think I need a cold shower... A very cold shower..."

She moved toward her bathroom almost bow legged as the whatevers seemed to continue their growth in her two wells, making her feel like two logs were been driven deep into her very being. She managed to turn on the cold faucet and somehow climb into the overlarge bathtub with the shower pounding down on her before she collapsed to booted knees while her hands sought to assuage the humungous hurt to her nipples. She shuddered in orgasm then shuddered again for good (make that, bad) measure.

"Get this damned costume off'a me-e-e-e..." She screamed.

Bettye didn't stop to rid herself of boots, gauntlets or costume. She climbed under the streaming shower and started to try and pry that Blunderful body from a costume that just refused removal. Several disreputable openings quickly made their presence known as blunderful boobs, still tightly constricted at their bases, vomited from the front of the costume. As did a mons which showed off a blue device that protruded from Blundie's front well and was still attacked by quarter inch wide strips to each side of the opening. A blue device that seemed to grow wider by a half inch as Bettye tried to tear the attaching strips.

"Ung... Ung... Ung... Oh, no..." Comments by Blundie as she started realising that the costume was getting tighter on her. Or she was getting fatter, something she knew was impossible. She was beginning to know what Playdough felt like when squeezed in a child's hand. She was starting to feel like the toothpaste in a squeezed tube and felt like she must slither from the costume at any moment.

The slithering failed to happen as the costume constricted her further. Her huge breasts had gone from painful to numb and showed off a pattern of veins against a hardness they'd too often endured. And her nipples were giving again, lactating disgracefully and squirting between Bettye's rubberclad legs. As if things could not get worse, the so secret telephone exuded it's alarming tone and Bettye had to rush headlong to answer it. Blundie was in the throes of more orgasmic cumings when Bettye picked up the receiver.

"This is Invincible Knight. Blunder Broad is indesposed right now so I'm taking her calls. (Beat-Beat-Beat) I'll tell her... One or the both of us will get right on it..."

IK turned around to find Blundie, dripping water, standing beside her and somehow getting the costume adjusted to cover her denuded parts. "What is it? Tell me..."

"You work on getting out of that costume... I'll take care of the Police problem..."

To say Blundie was upset was an understatement. "You'll tell me right now or you're out of my life..."

"You're in no condition to fight criminals right now. Besides. It's your birthday..."

"Get out. Get out of here..."

"O'kay, Blundie. The Booted Biker Babe Butches have Fred Wilson, the Jewellers, under attack and the Police are afraid that they have explosive devices with them... They need one of us to go in and deal with the Butches..."

"Let's go, then..." Went Blundie, grabbing IK by the hand and rushing headlong out the door. Both Superheroines were exceding existing speed limits by about seventy miles per hour before either noticed that the weather had turned inclement and both left roostertails as they dashed downtown. They stopped at the Police lines where they could confer with the Police officer in charge.

"How can we help?" Said Blundie striving valiantly not to cup breasts that had become huge beachballs of rubber with two protruding nubbins that would have had the Moral Majority scampering for their law books.

"Oh, begora... Blunder Broad and Invincible Knight... Thank goodness you've come..." Said the Chief. " T'is so good of you to come... We're at a standoff here with the Gang claiming to have explosives that will level half the City and kill the hostages they've taken in there... They'll only negotiate with you, Blunder Broad..."

"T'is, ah... That's the reason *I* have come, Chief... These Criminal types like to negotiate with *us* *Superheroines*... " Stated Blundie, almost poking out the Chief's eye with a protruding nipple as she puffed up her mighty chest in pride. "We will go in there and advise them of their rights and how things will go easier on them if they give up..."

"Look how bravely she walks, this Blunder Broad, as she strides into danger's den..." Said the chief to his men and nearby reporters not knowing that Blundie was walking tall because of some fourteen inches of something about four inches in diameter up her primary well and a twelve incher of some three and a half inches diameter up her rear. Not the greatest of her inconveniences right then because she'd lost all feeling in her breasts and the costume, boots and gloves were constricting her toward immobility. Somehow, she managed to walk inside the Jewellers front door without orgasming again.

"Lookie here, gurlzzz... Two cute cunts are what the catsuits dragged in...

So good to see you again, Blunder Cunt... Nice and uncomfortable, I trust?"

"Cobra Woman..." Went Blundie in shock. She hated when Cheetah transformed herself into the crazed and super cruel Cobra Woman. She went beserk and was not fun to be around. Cobra Woman moved quickly toward Blundie and swung a roundhouse gloved fist at the Crimefighter and Blundie tried to move to avoid the fist. The costume had become so tight that swift movement was out of the question and the Blunderful one in the throes of her (latest) orgasm impeded same. The fist connected and spun Blundie around on those extreme boot heels. All the way into a fist coming swiftly from the other direction.

IK launched herself in defence of her bestest buddy and found herself clubbed swiftly to the ground, seeing stars instead of further fists encountering Blundie's pretty face with such magnitude and speed that Blundie had no chance to go down. Blundie, too was seeing stars and was now suffering a beating from five of Cobra Woman's fellow ebony booted fellons.

"Holy shit-t-t-t... " Went a pretty but tough Blond. "Feels like this one's wearing kevlar armor..."

Blundie had gone blank in her wonderfully blue eyes when Silvia, Cobra Woman, stepped back to allow more of her fellows to get a work out on the rubber doll. "Go get her, gurlzzz... This is the masochistic Miss who loves abuse... Seems I get to capture her any time I want the use of a slut-slave.

Looks like we got two for the money this time, however... Time," she added,

To make our departure... We got what we came for..."

"And leave behind all these jewels?" Asked a Brunette with short hair and fabulous body. A gun magically seemed to appear in Silvia's gloved hand and the girl went down with a bullet to the brain.

"Anyone else want to question my authority?" Went Silica matter-of-factly.

"Good. Thought not... Out through the sewer... It'll be hours before the cops dare come in and find us gone..."

Blundie didn't even know about how she was carried out of the jewellers, nor did IK who was well out having gone down under the weight of numbers. Both slowly came to in their newest prison wondering what had happened.

"Oh. Good. You're awake... I trust you ahd a good rest, slut-t-t-tssss..."

A voice that had made Blundie shudder in the past and Blundie was shuddering again. Not from the sexy-sarcastic voice this time, but from another orgasm. "Oh, my goodness. Das was so right, BlunderSlut... You look like an overblown cartoon of that, what was her name? Blunder Cunt... So superbly bulging over the tops of those tight boots and gloves and those tits. They've gone possitively a color that Rock Star Prince would adore... All purpley and bulgey... Oh, my... You must be close to a forty six

quadruple 'X' by now... Arent you just so excited?

Blundie showed her excitement by cuming again. In severe agony from the two somethings that had grown even larger inside her, her whole body severely constricted in the rubberlike outfit and the more severe noosing of her breasts, clittie and nipples had brought out her masochistic so well hidden side again and her body was letting her down by continuing to cum,

proving again what Silvia and the World already knew. Stuff Blundie with anything inside either (or both) of her holes, add some good ol' fashioned pain and Blundie will cum for anyone. Or anything.

"Ung... Ung..."

"Rendered speechless by my kindness, huh, stut-t-t? You're so cute when you cum..."

"Wha... Wha you want to do... Kill me? Uh. Uh... UNG..."

"Oh, dear no... Who would kill off one's favorite slut-t-t slave and toilet? I need to make another video of you being the perfect slave and this time, the criminals who buy such nonsense will get double for their money because your little sidekick will be joining you in your disgrace... You should know that, by now, you have more inside your primary whorehole than the legendary John Holmes could provide... Must be some seventeen inches of lover about five inches of diameter up your twat and your ass is accomodating some fifteen inches, four inches across... "

Truth be known, Blundie felt the two devices all the way to her throat. Or felt that way. At least IK was accomodating the real thing. Things.

Cum dribbled from all over her rubber outfit and Blundie realized she must have endured many while still commatose. She was a rag rubber doll on top of one huge AfricanAmerican who was rocking gently in her puss while another rocked not so gently in her ass. Another had her head painfully bent backward and twelve fat, huge inches seesawed in and out of cum drooling lips. Bettye was cuming along for the journey to Blundie's disgust.

"How can she just orgasm away while they're fucking her???" Went Blundie to herself before suddering again in an orgasm of her own. "She's just letting them have their way with her... The whore..."

The 'whore' was cuming along just fine. Bettye had proven before that she could take just about anything and was proving it again. Ever since she'd been introduced (forcebly) to rearward impalement, her most secret passion was to be raped and raped well. Specially if her rear was being reamed. Her trio collectively withdrew and pumped their discharges over her rubber form again before tossing her aside so three more could take their places. She gasped as she was filled anew and whimpered as she joined the three men in movement that was sure to lead to another orgasm of her own.

"So, Blunderbusted... Are you going to obey and be my slave now? I assure you, I can relieve the stress and constriction of your outfit and get those humungous dillies out of you if you agree..."

Blundie inched her head from side to side, groaning from such deep impalement and much more. Suffering had become her companion. Again.

But Blundie was an *Amazon* and Amazons just didn't give up. She felt the costume constrict some more and the 'dillies' increase their size once more and gasped as she felt she must explode from so much volume deep inside her. She also felt short of breath as her lungs were squeezed and felt like her ribs must shatter as they were squashed more and more.

"I give up... I cant take it any mo-o-o-reee!"

"If it's any consolation, you lasted two hours longer than I would have thought... You must have some capacity for pain and be more commodious than I imagined..."

Tears swam down Blundie's cheeks as she realized she'd acceded to being Silvia's slut-slave, even though the constriction and the growths stopped. She was loosing her self respect and self respect was spelled one way for Blunder Broad. "E-G-O."

"Get up, Blunderslut and get your tongue to work on your little girlfriend... Get her cleaned up well so I can see my face in her rubber outfit... You like the taste of cum anyhow, you slut-whore, you've proved that enough times for all of us..."

IK was mercifully, for her, on her back after the last of the men had blown his load all over her. Her thigh booted legs were splayed open and her pussy exuded cum in spurts that matched her heartbeat. Blundie whimpered as she went to booted knees and bent to her newest task. Not as if she hadn't feasted between those shapely booted gams before.

"Poor darling... I have to make her feel better... She must be so sore..."