She made as if to pick up the phone before realising that her bestest Bud Bettye, also known as 'Invincible Knight', had journeyed to Minnesota to visit her folks for the four day Holiday. And she ralised she had no idea where her other Buddy, Galaxeena, might be. "Probably begging some dyke to beat her up and bung her with dildos..." She mused. Blundie smiled. Galaxeena was something else. That's why Blundie had given her the nickname of 'Space Cadet' which Gala seemed to relish.

"Even the criminals seem to have taken a Holiday..."She mused further. "*I* am America's Premiere Superheroine and Crime Fighter with no crime to fight..."

Holidays tended to be depressing times. Blundie knew this for a fact. "She'd heard it on Ophrah and Ophrah knew these things. Ophrah was an expert on almost everything, after all. She told everyone she was an expert on everything and who was Blundie to argue the point. She decided to turn on her VCR and watch some tapes of past exploits.

"Vereeee kinkeeee..." Went a voice just before gloved and gauntletted hands grabbed the startled Crime Fighter. She looked up to see several attractive Women of color, all wearing black masks.

"This Whitey's a real gusher..." Went the delver who'd brought her gauntlet away drooling in femoil. "Turned on by watching herself being taken care of... Who are we to refuse?"

Blundie reddened. Then she atarted struggling against the overwhelming odds of eight big Women known as 'AfricanAmerican'. Each seemed to be as powerful as Power Ms., Blundie's AfricanAmerican Superherone friend. Blundie's boobs became targets of fists that pounded deep as if trying to bury themselves in the titmasses.

"Stop it..." She went. "Stop it now and give up... I'll put in a good word at your trial... Don't make things worse on yourselves with battery added to the breaking and entering charge..."

Never worked for Blundie in the past and didn't work this time either. All she earned by her outburst was a fist that sought to rearange her beautiful, Patrician nose. Another attempted to smear lipstick that wasn't there. Hard.

Blundie shuddered. One of the gang Blundie would get to know as the Black Barbarian Bitch Bikers had found the secret entrance to Blundie's cellar. Blundie had left it open after retrieving the vidieo tapes and was about to pay the penalty for her mistake. She attempted to make a move and burst up out of her armchair.

Blundie's long mane of blueblack hair was grabbed and her head hauled backward, a perfect target for an upercut that rose from whence Blundie had no idea. Gloved fists smashed each side of her face while more found larger, easier to hit targets that were a darned site softer. Then a black crotchlength boot knee crashed upward seeing to rearrange a pussy that was still drooling from prior use and Blundie bleated, her eyes going unfocused.

Blundie's long gloved arms of crimson latex were hauled behind her with such power as to almost pull her shoulders from their sockets, her elbows ere bent cruelly so her wrists could be lashed behind her neck. Lap after lap of rope was now used to bind those arms together tightly. Very tightly.

Blundie looked and then wished she didn't. The Woman was holding the leg spreader Nastasia (Nasty to my friends) DeMal had used to spread Blundie's long booted legs when she'd had Blundie placed in a huge fireplace. With fire ablaze.

LaVonne did so, struggling against Blundie struggling to avoid the ankle cuffs. Blundie was cuffed royally which encouraged her final compliance. The leader of this gang took that time to go down into the cellar and made a reappearance. "Bring her down here... It'll be fun..." Not encouraging words to Blundie's ears.

They made a valiant effort to struggle the bound Blundie over to the cellar door and through it.

Lawanda was the Boss because she had the most experience in solving problems. She solved this one el quicko. She put out two gloved hands and pushed. Blundie squealed as she went bumpity-bump-bunp-bump down the stairs, her most abundant parts taking the brunt of most of the punishment. Most. Her beautiful visage met the wooden floor at the bottom and stopped her movement downward. She was scatty as she was hauled to her booted feet again.

"This one gotta be some kinky freako... " Went Lawanda in awe. "I seen pictures of stuff like this in some very kinky magazines..." She turned to Blundie. What's with the museum, Whitey?"

Bettye had told Blundie long ago that collecting the devices that had been used (successfully) on her over the years was a bad mistake and could come back to bite Blundie one day. Blundie had learned that lesson once but somehow kept the room of devices. This was but lesson number two. She knew the Bat-t-t and others had similar 'museums' and felt a museum was important to her own personna as a Superheroine. Blundie shuddered. She knew rescue wasn't to be imminent and the cellar was also noise proof. Screaming for rescue was not an option.

Screaming became even less of an option as Dayonne found something Blundie truly hated. She looked at it and figured it out before cramming it between Blunderful teeth, strapping it around Blundie's head.

"Wonder what this button be for..." Before Blundie coud squeek, Dayonne pushed the little catch and the spring loaded prods snapped out of the prod painfully. Painfully, that is, for the one who's mouth held the ballgag. Tears sprang from Blundie's wide, painfilled blue eyes. "Hey... She looks like a squirel..." as Blundie's cheeks puffed out under duress.

Lawanda had found the secreted zippers that would free Blunderful boobs and quickly used them, allowing the huge gourds to flop out from Blundie's frontage. "Damn is this cunt built... Bet these have taken some punishment in the past... Maybe this one be one o' them Sooperharlots the guyzzz are all so 'fraid of..."

"*I*'M BLUNDER BROAD..." Blundie wanted to scream out. All that came out was "Squeek."

Lawanda had been examining Blundie's nipples in the meantime and found the nipples to have piercings. She looked around and found what she was looking for. Two screw type c-clamps she swiftly and cruelly clamped through those nips. Taking some line, she attached it to each nipple before standing on a chair and threading it through two hoos in the cieling. She now pulled. Hard. Hard enough to have Blundie standing on tippy toe as she attempted to retain her pulled nipples. Not something easy in boots with six inch heels. The sudden arrival, hard, of a whippy mid sixties Ford radio antenna on Blundie's latex covered rear porch did nothing for Blunderful comportment and she swung against those nipples trying to scream in dire agony. The whip arrived again and again. And again, again.

Blundie was in distress and pulling, trying to avoid the whippy antenna and things were taking a predictable turn. Predictable for all but those wielding punishment. Another of the gurlzz found a black leather riding crop and set about cropping Blundie's front porch causing welts as she struck with gusto. Blundie's body jerked at each stroke, pulling on her nipples and inducing tremendous pain on her. Drool seeped from her crotch, long tendrils now gleaming wetly as they drooled downward as if in slow motion. Blundie's nostrils were starting to flair in signs anyone who knew her would recognise. Blundie's masochistic streak was starting up again. In pain, whipped, degraded and bound, her brain turned to the pleasure of the pain and Blundie turned on.

"Ah think this cunt likes it..." Reported Nan-Cey. "Gotta way she ain't goin' to like it so much..." Nan-cey, true to her words, now ent about using a needlepointed skewer and was starting to thrust it through two humungous and stretching titmasses. She was right. Blundie didn't like it but Blundie had no choice. She shook in an orgasm that shuddered her whole body. And drooled more.

LaVonne, who Blundie would get to think of as 'the explorer' had come up with something else. "I wonder what this chamber's for? Looks kind 'a uncomfortable..."

LaWanda was the definite brains fo the gang. She examined the chambStaer carefully and made her pronouncement. "I'll bet she fits on here..." She said, stroking a huge ball on top of a pole Galaxeena had once used. A pole that had almost been Galaxeena's end.

Blundie's eyes pleaded but she went unheard. At least they untied the wires from the cieling so they could move her into the chamber and it gave her a moment's respite. Blundie shuddered in expectation coupled with a good bit of fear. "I'll suck all your pussies and lick your asses but don't put me on that..." She wanted to voice. Not an option.

She exclaimed.

"Wait a moment..." Went DeLancy. "I's found a corkscrew of that humungous ass o' hers..." DeLancy had. A corkscrew dildo once employed on Blundie by the nefarious Sir Dastardly as assorted Arabic sorts looked on. Didn't feel any better this time either as DeLancy started forcing it up a butt without an ounce of KY or preparation. Blundsie howled into her gag as fourteen inches of corkscrew shaped 'lover' proved more than capable of entering that tight and most secret area. Not secret any more. She was then lifted atop the ball on the pole and allowed to settle atop it.

"Hain't gonna work..." Stated Nan-Cey. "That fucker DeLancy put in her ass ain't goin' ta let it work..."

"Nuts. " Went DeLancy. "Bet I can get her to fit..."

Blundie wanted so badly to agree with Nan-Cey. She knew it would never fit but DeLancy was adamant. Her black leather gloved hand went unerringly between Blundie's legs and to Blundie's clittie, working it into gradual erection. "Hot-DAMN!"

She exclaimed. "This un's got a littie like a little prick... How lucky can a gal be?"

She proved how (un)lucky Blundie really was. She used the Femgrissle like a little cock, wanking it between forfinger and thumb and causing it to spurt, just like the real thing. And causing Blundie's pussy to widen even more as it started to ingest the five inch diameter ball. She then took a hammer and smashed it down on the clittie, trapping it between pine and ball with tremendous force. Something had to give and did. Blundie slid several inches onto the ball as her body spasmed in dolor.

If Blundie could have screamed, she surely would have. She panted in orgasm instead and dropped four more inches onto the pole which was now well ensconced in Blundie's well.

"Ooohhhh, look... There's some lines dangling through this top piece. " This, a discovery by Tawansha who had added little thus far, except some punishment to Blundie. She looked proud of herself as she attached the lines to the c-clamp nipple rings as Blundie's eyes showed mortal fear. She made herself heard but the sounds were muffled well.

"Let's see what she has in the fridge..." Went Lawanda who possibly could miss a meal and not need the calories. "Flip that switch and see what it does..."

Blundie could have told her what the switch did but Blundie still could not voice her fears. The switch was flipped and the door to the chamber shut tightly as water started flowing into the reinforced glass chamber. If that had been the only purpose to the chamber, Blundie could have stood the torture but the top piece started a downward movement which now placed it directly on a Blunderful noggin, And inched down at a snail's pace. Blundie was not to be standing for long. Not erect, at least. Swiftly noted was the fact that Blunderful boobs were now being dragged upward. Again. Not through mechanical device but the lines did not move downward as the top piece, some kind of hydrolic plunger, started it's downward journey.

"Ho-hum... Time to see about some grub..." Went Lawanda who led the gang up the cellar stairs while Blundie was left to her own devices.

Blundie was full of fear. She was gradually being pushed downward and bent her head forward to give herself more room, room that was gradually being stolen from her as the plunger did what it was designed for. It continued to plunge so Blundie was forced to ingest. More of the ball capped pole that had shouldered itself deeper inside her. Her mighty mamms were meanwhile stretching upward while water continued to rise over Blundie's booted ankles by now. Blunde tried to struggle against her torment and flexed Amazon muscle in an attempt, no doubt, to stay the device from it's appointed tasks, leg muscles flexing valiantly as Blundie pushed upward.

"Bet she's got a whole sixteen inches inside her by now..." Went Nan-Cee in admiration. "Bet this one could fuck a horse..."

Blundie wanted to tell her that, yes, Blundie indeed had been riden by a horse. More than once and yes, Blundie had taken all of the nags and not just in that distended well. Instead, Blundie just fired off another orgasm and ingested more of the pole, water now high enough to lubricate the pole further for further plumbing.

The machine, thankfully, was turned off and water started draining from the chamber but not before Blundie got off a couple or three more orgasms.

Unhooking the boob's boobs was not a difficult task and the boobs flopped down over Blundie's chest. Getting her off the pole was another matter and Nan-Cee had no way she could perform the task by herself. "Get that dildo out of the asshole's asshole..." Suggested Tawansha who suddenly remembered the ensconced device. Nan-Cee sloshed around to Blundie's rear and sent a rubber gloved hand down to comply with the suggestion.

"T'aint here..." She reported. "She must a' took it out..."

Nan-Cee explored further. "Holy shit-t-t... She swallowed the fucker... Man, this un's got an asshole could take on a bull..."

Blundie was not proud. She could have told them that, yes, she'd accomodated a bull back there in her past but no, she didn't like it one bit. Perchance she'd forgotten her orgasms as the bull bullied his way past her defences. Right now a rubber gloved hand was emulating that bull of long ago and Blundie shuddered in orgasm. Again. Nan-Cee used well toned strength to get her hand around the corkscrew dildo, stretching the Amazon rectum humungously and finally managed to pull it out.

Lawanda had gotten impatient and got her crotch high black rubber boots wet as she entered the chamber to help Nan-Cee to drag the well holed Heroine off the pole, using convenient if floppy handles to aid in the endevor. Blundie dropped to booted knees in relief. (And because she was so weak from orgasms that standing up was not an option). Blundie's blue eyes were dull in post orgasm and it was doubtful she would remember her dismount. Ooze gushed from her well down Nan-Cee's boots as the Blunderful puss continued to pump in post orgasm. Nan-Cee repaid the favor by unzipping her own latex jeans, squatting and pissing on Blundie's face.

That seemed to give Laweesha an idea. She brought over a rubber punishment helmet Blundie had worn before, removed the ballgag Blundie had been wearing up to now and quickly had it over the Crimefighter's head, ensconcing the black rubber dildo in Blundie's mouth. Not pleasant for Blundie at all. She'd worn this helmet before and hoped these broads would not figure out how to make it work. She was already sweating in it's confines when Lawanda spoke.

Blundie could not do other. She nodded before finding herself shoved over to a butcherblock table and down to booted knees so her boobs rested atop the table. Blundie knew what was coming next. The table bore ample evidence of the scars of previously imbedded nails and Lawanda grabbed a few along with a hammer.

The first nail always hurt the worst. Past experience had taught Blundie all about that and she tried to scream through the dildo'd helmet as a first nail was hammered strongly through her right breast. "Make a 'B' in each boob..." Suggested Nan-Cee trying to be useful. Lawanda grinned in evil pleasure and did exactly that, completely pinning the boob to the table by the boobs.

"Blundie... Honey... Where are you?" Came a voice from the front door of the house suddenly. Blundie gasped, as did her captors. Blundie knew rescue was at hand in the form of Babs, otherwise known as "The Bat-t-t" and lovingly called 'Batty' by Blundie.

The gang moved like a well oiled machine. As if they'd done similar things before when surprised by someone coming home before they were expected. Blundie found herself alone as they scattered and hid well enough that Batty failed to see them as she decended the stairs and saw her tortured, well pinned friend.

"Blundie! " She exclaimed in shock just before several bodies hit her from each side and brought her tumbling down the rest of the stairs. Bab's, however, was a superb athlete and a scrapper despite being several inches and many pounds smaller than her Amazon friend but weight of numbers, specially when equipped with saps made of best American ball bearings, were bound to get advantage. Batty was getting knocked scatty as the sap was sapped to her knees. Blundie was speachless and couldn't even commiserate due the dildo tickling her tonsils.

Blundie did have three video cameras. The Bitches had found them and had already used them to tape Blundie's travails but the Bitches found Blundie's spare tapes and Blundie knew this was going to be a l-o-n-g weekend.

Two of the Bitches took care of binding Batty's long yellow latex gloved arms well above her head to an overhead pipe. Two more quickly shackled Batty's crotch high rubber high heel booted ankles into the same spreader bar Blundie had already worn this night while two more worked hidden zippers to free Batty's crotch and breasts.

Lawanda now presented them with a humungous double ended dildo which all knew how to use. Before Batty completely regained her senses she had twelve inches of four inch diameter lover situated well in her well.

"Who says she fucks the big one's ass and who says she fucks her pussy? " Went Lawanda already having cast her vote.

"I'll never do that to my buddy..." Went the Bat-t-t. Both she and Blundie had lied to themselves in the past. And would, undoubtably, again.