Blunder Broad- A Knight's tale

E.N.Cuire

Usual disclaimers apply... If you're too young, buzz off... If you dont like the rough stuff, get the heck outta here... Blunder Broad and Invincible Knight were both created by the late Eric Stanton and Dominetta was created by myself.

If you can take it rough or like it rough... Welcome and read on... Blundie may be a whimperer but she's no wimp...

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T'was a dark and stormy night. (Well, it worked for Snoopy) and two self appointed Heroines sat before a roaring fire in Blundie's house, heat and flames reflecting off rubber outfits and boots. Crime in the City had been down lately and that left the two Crime Fighters with a lot of time on their gloved hands and nothing to do with that time. Well. Almost nothing to do...

Those who know this duo well also know their penchant for ending up on top of sheets, between sheets or on a carpetted floor as they both would allow hormones to become rampant.

No, they weren't adverse to the occasional tryst with a Male of the species but taking care of each others' itches was easier due that each knew the others' secret identities and Men were few and far between who would not boast of having been between the legs of one or the other.

"Men," Announced Blundie. "Are such Pigs..."

"Amen to that..." Stated Betty, better known as the rubber clad Superheroine IK who was oft called things like Ignorant Kunt by those she'd bested or been bested by. She was in a reflective mood right now, one of her rubber gauntletted hands rubbing deliciously between her

long thighbooted splayed legs while the other tweaked a very outstanding nipple of her own.

"I wish I could give milk like you do... You've quenched my thirst more than once and I'd love to do that for you as well..."

"Betty..." Replied Blundie in surprise. "That's a curse and not something I enjoy..."

"You dont like it when I suckle from your breasts?" Asked Betty in surprise. "You certainly seem to like it..."

"Of course I like it..."Avowed the Blunderful one who was already starting to itch for some nipple abuse as they talked. "I love it when I can feed you like a baby but it's all the others who've abused my nips I dont like at all..."

"I'd like it... I'd love to be more like you..."

Blundie nodded her ebontressed head. Her long crimson gloved hands had strayed to her won nipples and she could already feel the beginnings of her own lactation inside her own leatherubber outfit. "Come on to the basement... We'll see what we can do about that..."

Why a *Superheroine* such as Blunder Broad would house a museum in her own basement was beyond the understanding of the few who knew about it. Perhaps it was because she'd heard that Superman kept a museum in his Fortress of Solitude as did a couple of other Heros oft called 'Super'. No matter the reason, Blundie had accumulated so many of the devices she'd been subjected to over the years and knew exactly how they worked. (You would too, if you'd spent time on the dastardly devices...)

"The Count's milking machine must be around here, somewhere... Ah, there it is... Get your clothes off and the boots and gloves back on..."

Betty shuddered to herself. Did she really want to be subjected to this? Did she really want her beautiful breasts to lactate like Blundie's often did? She started to peel her outfit from herself

while Blundie set up the milking machine. While Blundie fiddled with this or that, Betty was already pulling her gauntlets and boots back on. Beautiful, jiggly white flesh bobbed and wiggled as she strode bravely forward so Blundie could bind her into the machine before turning it on and applying the lucite, transparent milking cups to Betty's boots (Splutch, Thuck)

Betty's blue eyes widened in dolor behind her lucite mask as the milking apparatus went into it's appointed task. Her never small nipples were being stretched and were lengthening as the super suction took hold, sucking and releasing each appendage as it sought what it had been designed to obtain. Admittedly, Betty was not quite as much of a Patsy as the Blunderful one but Betty

was a big, full breasted and sensual Female in her own right. She was already reddening from the manipulation that had her climbing toward that plateau she'd oft endured.

"The Count added some more stimulation when he had me in this thing..." Went Blundie as she rummaged in a drawer and brought out two stuffers intended for the sufferer (?).

Her long gloved hand stole (Well... It went... Betty was not adverse to it) between Betty's long booted legs and came away drooling with an oil oft termed 'Femme'. "I think you're ready for some stimulation..." She added just before stuffing the first stuffer s-l-o-w-l-y into a recepticle that was swallowing it as fast as Blundie shoved it. A quick flick of a switch and it was humming away just as the milkee hummed along. Betty was cuming along nicely. Betty was churning along and gasping out her second or fourth orgasm for good measure.

"Still no milk... What am I doing wrong?" Went Blundie to herself. Betty's nipples had taken on a hue Prince would have loved and had elongated by some five inches already but were still not giving up anything akin to milk. Blundie's gloved finger went back between Betty's ass cheeks and slowly invaded that puckered little pink hole Blundie hated (Read loved) to have abused on her *self*. Betty's lythe body arched in pleasure and she managed to force herself further back to swallow the whole gloved finger.

"That's what's missing..." Murmured Blundie as she applied some K-Y to another stuffer before now ramming it into the hole just vacated by her finger. Betty's eyes widened again and Betty was flying on orgasmic control. Perhaps 'out of control'.

Good thing Blundie had constructed her basement with added sound deadening because Betty was screaming now as she threashed against her bonds and the sensations sweeping through her wanton body. The first spurts of liquid were now splashing into the lucite cups as the machine got what it was after. And the spurts were getting to be little floods.

Perhaps it was bad luck that a red light had just stated flashing in the basement. Perhaps it was Betty's bad luck that Blundie had rushed away to answer the telephone that the red light signified as ringing. Betty was left to her own devices (well, yes, Blundie's device as well) as she continued to orgasm and give. Milk, that is... Betty's blue eyes had gone vacant and Betty was out on a trip as drool gushed down her long booted legs. Betty's breasts were being depleted and lenghtened and her nipples had become hot dogs in size. Dodger Dogs. Starting to range to about twelve inches in length. And still Blundie stayed away as Betty now started ruing her wishes for lactation.

"Blundie... You Dummy ... Help me-e-e-e-e..." Went Betty, her voice falling on deaf ears because of the soundproofing of her dungeon. At least the milking machine heard her but the milking machine cared not a ho-hum as it just went on with it's appointed task, getting milk from the cow that was ardently giving it so fluidly.

Tears were coursing down from under Betty's mask by now. She was distraught. She was degraded. She was... She was cuming again...

"Oh, my gosh... I'm so So-reee!" Went Blundie when she finally remembered that her bestest friend was attached to the milking machine.

"Um-m-m-ph-fff..." Was the best the vinced Knight could do in reply as the machine stopped sucking and Blundie pulled out the intrusions one by one. "It was my Mother... There's trouble on Amazin' Isle..." Went Blundie as an explanation. "Oh, dear... What have I done?"

Quickly, Blundie freed IK from the machine and helped her to stand erect. Betty's once beautiful boobs were hanging down her chest and she had to bring her hands up to cup and support them as shey continued drooling. "Ohmygosh... I'm going to have to take you with me to Amazin' Isle... Mother will have some medication that will fix you... Pity you dont have *my* constitution so you'd repair yourself in no time..."

Betty looked down at her once splendid breasts. They looked like transplanted cocker spaniel ears flopping there. A tear escaped the Heroine as she thought about how they were.

"Dont worry, Betty. Mother, the Queen, has the best medicants on the Isle... They far surpass any Doctors in this Mans World... You'll be right as rain ion no time..."

Betty allowed herself to be guided, at dead of night and in the pouring rain, to the secret Cove where Blundie had come ashore so many years before. Blundie held her as they waded out into the surf to board an inflatable boat which carried them to a waiting Stealth Submarine belonging to the Royal Guard. Once aboard, the Sub set sail and swiftly dove below the surface easily avoiding detection by the local Navy ships looking for Cuban or Haitian refugees. Blundie met with her cousin, the Captain in the Captain's cabin which had also been set aside for Blundie's friend.

"I am so sorry to have to greet you like this, Princess..." Went the Captain, an Amazon equal in size to Blunder Broad herself. "We were only just able to sneak out of Port and get under way to fetch you home... Your Mother, the Queen, has been imprisoned and the one called Demonetta has taken over rule of the Isle by corrupting all our youth..."

"How could this happen? Demonetta was completely beaten and docile when Mother,

ah... The Queen... Took her back to the Isle after *I* defeated her..."

"It seems that Demonetta has her Father's genes and is warlike in mentality... She overcame her guards with the ease you displayed when fighting for your right to go into the Mans World... She then formed a quick nucleus around herself by using something called MTV and soon was able to overthrow the Royal Household, claiming she is the rightful one to be sitting on the Throne and that the Queen has become dangerously old fashioned..."

"And my Mother??? And the Queen??? Is she alright?"

The Captain looked at Blundie sadly. "We do not know... We know she has been imprisoned and that she was alive when we made our way clear of the reefs... After that, who knows? Now for the worst news. I'm sorry but... When we reach Amazin' Isle I have to dump you and your friend because, according to our Amazon Laws, I must subjugate myself and my crew to the Ruler. And the Ruler now is Demonetta..."

"And yet you have picked me up and are carrying me without arrest? Surely you are guilty of treason against our own Laws..."

"Not as I see it, Princess..." Replied the attractive Captian. "If you were to be on my vessel when we enter the reefs, it would be my displeasure to arrest you and turn you over to your Sister... Now." She went on. "You need a medicant to repair your friend, I believe. I have your Mother's favorite Medicant on board as fortune would have it..."

Betty had listened to all of these exchanges with awe and disbelief. Oh, she knew Blundie had told her she was a Princess of Royal Amazon blood but Blundie had also told her she didn't like to be abused. Hadn't Blundie repeatedly orgasmed while being raped and tortured? That made Blundie a teller of tall stories and Betty felt the Amazon Princess thing was another of those tall stories.

The Medicant replaced the Captain in the close quarters. An attractive Blond with afigure to rival Blundie's own, dressed in what looked like a white latex labcoat translucent enough to allow a view of a lush, opulent form. She wore thigh high white rubber boots and gauntlets of the same material swam up to her elbows. She addressed Blundie with reverance and almsot as if Betty was not present in the cabin.

"I heard tell that we need a series of harmonal adjustments due to overlactation so I must act immediately if the cure is effected before we reach Amazin' Isle... I fear it will not be without pain, Princess... Will your friend be able to stand the pain?"

"I'm lying right here, Doc... Do whatever you have to do..." Went Betty so the Medicant could hear her. The medicant paid her no attention but turned toward her after Blundie nodded her assent. She busied herself removing articles from a white rubber bag she'd brought into the cabin.

"Ah... Doc? Those things look like dildos... Pretty Big dildos at that..."

"We must stuff you so that your sexuality can not escape..." Said Betty's new Doctor. "You have taken such devices before?"

Betty nodded fearfully. Indeed, she'd had many such devices buried in her. Some had been lovingly rendered and many rendered in a rapicious fashion. Some she had enjoyed and more, she'd enjoyed less. This time was one of the lesser.

The placement of the dildos was painful since there was no foreplay to render her ready.

She grunted as the first was thrust, albeit lubricated, into her rectum and the second was

now buried deep in the more usual channel. The pain was nothing compared to the needles

now being slid deep in those ducts refered to as "Milk" ducts but Betty was brave and gnawed down on her lower lip to keep from screaming in agony.

"Is she perhance of the Amazon Race, Princess?" Asked the Medicant in amazement.

"She displays the bravery of one of our Warriors..."

"Just a normal, if over well endowed American Girl... Brave as a Warrior to be sure...

Not one of us, however..."

"She will be very much an Amazon when the treatment is finished, Princess... It is the only way we can give her back her life. She will repair as quickly as yourself and be almost as powerful..."

"She will be a mighty Amazon..." Replied Blundie full of confidence. "She is one of my two greatest friends and worthy of our Race..."

Betty could care less right now. Her own masochistic bent, second only to Blundie's, had gone into high gear. Well prodded and plumbed, with her nipples nipped and in pain, her body had taken on a motion that could only be called lascivious as she attempted to drive her rear plug deeper into her own depths. A ruddy flush washed over her pretty visage as she unashamedly orgasmed. She then emulated her bestest friend and went to sleep with a smile of contentment on her pretty lips.

"We will leave her now..." Went the Medicant. "I shall examine you in my own quarters... We must see what damage Mans World has done to you this time..."

The stealth submarine slid between two American subs and a Russian one, undetected by all except for their sonar operators all reporting a momentary loss of tracking signal on their known opposition. The Medicant was meanwhile leading Blundie into her own quarters which were also the sick bay on the Amazin' Isle Submarine. Not that the Amazon crew ever got sick, they didn't, but the sub was ready for any kind of ocean rescue it might have to perform.

"You will not like what we have to do very much, Princess..." Went the Medicant seriously. "We must treat you so your twin, should she accept punishment, will not adversely affect you... The treatment, I fear, may not be to your liking..."

Blundie pulled back her broad shoulders and took a deep breath which had the effect of puffing up that huge porch higher and ramming her torpedoes outward. Whatever *I* must endure for our people... *I* shall endure... Must I disrobe now?"

"No need. In fact, your Mans world costume should be retained as it will help protect you... You must enter the etherial chamber now..."

Blundie steeled herself and allowed the Medicant to open what looked like a steam cabinet. The Medicant pointed to a seat and Blundie turned and sat allowing the Medicant to close the cabinet doors which allowed only Blundie's head to be outside the cabinet.

"We shall begin now, Princess..."

Steam rapidly built in the cabinet as boiling liquid rushed in and Blundie's long boots were

engulfed almost to her knees. Blunder Broad steeled herself to accept the burning and boiling going on around her booted legs. After all, she'd been knee deep in hot coals and fire before. She could take whatever she had to take.

Her gorgeous blue eyes widened as she felt... She felt robotic claws opening this and that zipper, just as those zippers had been opened before. Blundie almost cried out in shock and, yes, anger but more was swiftly unfurling as she felt two immense somethings now start to encroach, trying to shoulder their way into two now unprotected channels. But that was not all happening hidden from prying eyes. Two nooses of some metalic belting were now surrounding the bases of her now exposed mighty breasts and already constricting and taking Blundie's mind off the troubles below. If that was not enough, two surgical steel needles were finding their way into the milk ducts on those blunderful sacks so oft impaled and otherwise abused. As Blundie opened her mouth (The upper one. Both lower ones were well occupied by now) to shout, an appendage came out a trap door and buried itself in the open mouth and deep, past Blunderful tonsils shutting off any complaint she might have been about to make.

The needles in her breasts must have been glowing red hot just as the prods well ensconced below and Blundie was starting to sweat. Cool creamlike liquid was being pumped into her gullet, a liquid Blundie had tasted before, most oft tasting it not of her own volition. "She's pumping sperm down my throat..." The Amazon Princess wailed to herself...

She was now being pumped up and down on the huge appendages in her lower wells. They were of such size that they amply overfilled her and more creamlike substance was being pumped into her from below, almost a soothing balm except when the pressure increased enough to cause the liquid to blow open each well as a means of escape. Blundie realized she was once again being fucked by a machine and the machine was crumbling her innept defences. Or perhaps not... Her eyes had grown dull and Blundie was doing what she did best under dire straits... Blundie was cuming and Blundie was cuming BIG TIME...

Suddenly she was shivering... It seemed her prison had turned from boiling hot to the coldest of Polar Ice. The liquids around her booted legs were becoming ice and now constricting her booted limbs even as she thrashed against the still incoming creams trying to fill her. In pain. In distress. In degredation. In masochistic arousal, Blundie was cuming

again and again...

The Medicant was flipping switches. She opened a com channel to the Captain of the vessel. "She is amazing... A lesser Amazon would have fainted long ago... The Princess continues to... Ah... Continues to orgasm in what looks like pain induced pleasure..."

"And is the treatment working? It is important that she can not feel what happens to her sister..."

"She must be brought close to death from sexual excess... That way she can be reborn immune from her sister's effect... Based on what I've seen, only the exhaust chamber will suffice I must prepare myself and go in with her..."

"You will be alright? Can the princess take the punishment?"

"It's the only thing we have left... If it doesn't work, Demonetta will be in total control and we will have no champion... "

And so Blundie was to awaken in a place she'd rather not be. Worse than the bilges, this was the waste area of the Sub where the crew's wastes were processed before being expelled into the oceans. And Blundie's thigh high boots were awash in the muck she was bent into in that position most commonly called 'Doggie'. She swiftly espied a white rubber clad damsel behind her who was wearing a cudgel that could only be intended for *Her*.

"Can it be I have enemies aboard this vessel too-o-o-o???" She lamented unheard by anyone except her not so regal self. The Amazon behind her was wearing a white rubber gas mask and cowl that prevented, or would, any of Blundie's screams of agony from reaching the Medicant's ears. And Blundie screamed as the cudgel was shoved into her rectum while she was still unprepared. (Hey, Blundie is always unprepared for rearward invasion)

Blundie was once again in unspeakable agony. So unspeakable it managed to shut her mouth. Or perhaps being driven below the surface of the cess ceased the bleating from that orifice. She did manage to swallow a gallon or so as she opened her mouth to protest. And emitted a series of noxious bubbles as air expelled from her mouth as more of the stuff glugged down her throat.

She did manage to straighten out her long gloved arms and get her head above the foulness but the sounds now emitting were those of retching.

Blundie, however, was still a patsy for something huge rammed up one of her caverns and Blundie was already going into defence mode. Again. Her well endowed rear was starting to move against it's impaler as Blundie's gloved arms went forward to try and find purchase with which to engineer an escape. Too far gone she was, however, and the first of a new series of orgasms removed the will of the Amazon Princess to uncouple herself from the painful prod.

Deliciously, she orgasmed and orgasmed again for good measure and reeled mentally as she fought against her own degraded cumings. She'd done it again and allowed herself to cum and cum again and, for extras, cum again and again, wekening her spirit further as she not only accepted but tried to enhance her own rape. One thing was sure... If they'd video taped the rape of one amazon by another, the Porn Market would have made a fortune... As it was, the rape went on hour after hour and the tape would have been too darned long. Blundie and the Medicant were to repair to a bunk for many hours to assuage their lusts for one another before dropping off to sleep for over twelve hours. Blundie was to awaken feeling completely refreshed while the Medicant found she had lost twenty or so pounds in the 'battle'...

End Part 1