Blunder Broad- A Knight's tale Pt. 2

E.N.Cuire

Standard disclaimer still applies. If you're younger than 21 years of age, you should not be here anyhow... Get lost. Vamoose. Scram.

Likewise, if you're squeamish and dont like the rough stuff, begone for your own sake.

Blundie stories contain graphic exposition of sex, M/F, F/F , torture, heavy bondage and other stuff you will not enjoy. Blunder Broad, Invincible Knight and some other characters are copyright to Eric Stanton. Dominetta and Galaxeena as well as some are copyright to myself. Any similarity to people living or dead is purely coincidental and written without malice unless they are public enemies.

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Betty was fully recovered by the time the Sub neared Amazin' Isle. Blundie? The travails of her journey now forgotten, was in tip top form and both were made ready for their leavetaking from the Sub before it got past the reefs surrounding the Isle.

"Remember, Princess..." Said the Captain. "You must exercize caution and not allow yourselves to be captured... Princess Dominetta has shown our people a rule by terror up to now and has your Mother imprisoned and brought out to the People every day for sexual torture and abuse... "

Blundie shook the Captain's gloved hand before kissing the Medicant on her lovely lips and then, with a wave, jumped fully clad into the surf followed by Betty. Both started out swimming with strong strokes as the Sub headed between the reefs and into the cove. It took the two Heroines a couple of hours of strong swimming before Blundie placed her booted feet down into the sand benieth the surface and started the trek that would bring the friends to a hidden cave.

"Dominetta " Explained Blundie, "Was not brought up on the Isle so would not know about this cave... My Mother used to bring me here when we wanted solitude and to be alone with the Goddesses... We shall make this our headquarters and explore our retaking the Isle from here..."

"You have a plan, then?" Asked Betty. She had misgivings about certain of Blundie's plans having gotten the worse for wear because of several of them in the not so distant past.

"Not really... Maybe I should throw down the gauntlet and fight her, as per Amazon Law... " Blundie said musingly. She was, after all, Amazin' Isle's physical Miss and had bested the finest physical warriors to win her Mother's blessing to go out into the World of men.

"You dont wear gauntlets, Blundie, you wear shoulder length gloves now and besides, all that might be a little passee with Dominetta at the helm..."

"She would not dare refuse... She would be chastized by the others..."

"Not if she's excercizing the kind of control the Captain seemed to indicate... Perhaps we should take a look around under cover of darkness..."

Blundie nodded. Betty always did make a lot of sense. Why walk into a trap just because it was Amazon Law? They would lay low until dark and scout out the lay of the land. Blundie would lead the way through the cave and into the secret passageways that would take them into the Palace itself when surely the Palace Staff and guards would be asleep.

They set out a few short hours later, Blundie leading the way with torches fashioned from some tree root she'd torn off a convenient tree. The cave led downward and Betty was annoyed to feel something mushy impeding her footsteps, clasping at her booted ankles

in an almsot gluey feeling. Blundie told her it was some kind of bird guano from the fowl who came here to nest and procreate. Finally, they were into corridors more kempt and Blundie was striding forward as if not having a care in the World. The voices brought them to a halt.

"So, oh potent Queen of the Amazons... How do you like your first taste of Man since my Father fucked you silly so many years ago?"

"Man... On Amazin' Isle? She would not dare..." Whispered Blundie to her travelling companion. Peering around a column, however, revealed that Dominetta had dared and had brought her band of brigands with her. All eight of them who were now taking turns raping Blundie's Mother. "Oh, darn... I have to save her..."

"Dont you dare..." Replied Betty too late. Blundie was up and charging forward like an out of control rhino and there was no stopping her.

A fury in blue and red with ebony tresses flew through the air directly at Demonetta but the fury was brought down by tackles the NFL would have admired before she was half way to her intended target. She splutched down and skidded along on those dual promontories that had oft landed ahead of her head in the past and stopped when her beautiful visage ran full tilt into an upswinging boot that had been timed to perfection. Blundie saw stars that were not part of the decor of the dungeon she was in then saw more as a half dozen burly brutes, selected no doubt for their brawn and not their brains, landed atop her with knee high, hob nailed riding boots.

Scrunch- Splat-t-t- Crash-h-h-h

A lesser being than the *Great* Blunder Broad would have been knocked cold by now but Blundie was already struggling to booted feet while attempting a haymaker at her nearest assailant. To be sure, his noggin might have been removed had the haymaker connected but Blundie's aim was off due her out of focus eyes. She didn't even see the fist that went under her two defences and deep into her gut. "Oooof-f-f-f-f"

What everyone except Blundie knew was, Blundie never knew when to quit. In pain and gasping for breath, she turned and attacked that assailant while two more focussed best baseball sluggers on her kidneys and another used a convenient marble slab to konk her on

her head. Blundie went down to booted knees and missed the booted toe swung by her own sister which, with aim an archer would have been proud of and a force that would have been a record breaking drop kick, slammed into that place no Woman should ever be kicked, lifting the battered Blundie back onto her feet and into the path of two incoming Louisville sluggers. This time she went down and stopped all motion.

"How sweet. Blunder Broad, my dea-h-h-rr Sister... Came to rescue Mommy... How did she get in here? How did she get here?"

Eight huge Brutes quaked in their boots as did the twenty Amazons who had become Dominetta's elite Guards. All looked at each other accusingly, hoping Dominetta's already well known ire would be focussed away from each.

Dominetta seemed to steel herself. "Never mind... Main thing is we have a new plaything and *I can show the Amazons that I am truly their Queen... *I* want her prepared for tomorrow when she and her Mother will conduct *me* on a tour of *my* Queendom... "

"You wish us to strip her and punish her, my Queen?" Asked Nella, the Captain of the Guard.

"Strip her of that blue costume but replace her boots and gloves. I wish her Mother to be attired in matching yellow gloves and thigh boots. They will match the color of the yellow streak down her back..."

A whimper was heard. Only one and it came from the (former) Queen. Blundie was still out of sorts and had not heard the interchange.

Betty, of course, had heard and seen everything. Discretion dictated retreat right now until the lay of the land was more established. If she was to rescue her Bestest Buddy, she would have to scout out unknown territory.

Blunder Broad was half carried, half dragged, her boot toes scraping along the coarse granite floor, to a cell. She was till uncomplaining as the Brutes rid her of her costume and pulled her long boots and gloves back on her person, "I think the harness corset is in order for this oh so brave cunt..." Went Fred who seemed to be in charge of the detail.

"Perhaps Nella and Inga would like to do the honors... "

Blundie's eyes were just starting to come back into focus as she was held aloft by her two most convenient handles and her gloved wrists were strung high and far apart to a spreader bar. "A corsetting bar..." Explained Nella who;d noticed Blundie had rejoined them. "You've been tied to a corsetting bar before, haven't you, exhalted Princess???"

Blundie had. Too many times for her liking. "Ah... You dont have to worry about a corset for me-e-e-e..." She went without much hope. Then she gasped when she saw the corset intended for her. "Oh... No... That'll never fit..."

"Dont you worry, princess... We'll make it fit..." Said Inga with a cruel smile. Blundie quaked. She'd been 'fit' into corsets she'd thought too small before. And she'd suffered.

"Please... You cant do this... We are sisters and we played together as youths..."

"Oh, you'd be surprised at what we can do... You were always bullying us when we were young... It's time for some payback..."

Blundie grunted as the duo placed the corset about her slim waist and started to heave on it. Of stiff but shining black leather, the corset was cruelly boned so that it would narrow any wasit cinched into it. Right now, that waist was Blundie's and her scant twenty four inch waist was being constricted by a couple of inches. Then yet another.

"Oh, no... It hurts..." Went Blundie as a tear escaped from an eye as blue as the Aegian.

"You cant imagine how it hurts..."

"You'd be surprised what we can imagine..." Said Nella with a smile at Inga. "Your Sis-turrr made sure we knew before we agreed to join her..."

The two Amazons put Amazon strength into further tightening of the corset, Inga placing her

booted leg in the cleft between Blundie's ample butt cheeks to give herself more leverage as she pulled on ties that were not about to give up and break. "She's holding her breath in... Darn it..."

Nella's thighbooted knee came up to resoundingly meet a blunderful puss with power that lifted the distraught Blundie a foot off her two booted feet and forced her to quickly expell

the air she'd managed to keep. She came down again held from dropping to the floor by the corsetting stand and Inga took the occassion to pull again at the ties which expelled more air from the suffering Blundie. Another two inches cinched from an already tiny wasitline.

"Damn it... Look what she did to my boot..." Went Nella noticing that her thighboot was soaked and dripping from just below it's lip to her knee. Amazon oil. Eau de pussee... In any parlance it was Blundie's femoil that had already started drooling as her well known masochistic bent went into gear. Nella drove her gauntletted hand between the legs of she who had been her Princess and it, to, came away dripping and drooling. "I think she actually likes the pain..."

"No... I dont... I dont..." Went Blundie who'd reddened during Nella's revelation. "Please... No more... You dont have to put yourselves out on my account..."

"Another inch... I want to get this another inch tighter..." Said Inga with nary a thought to the sufferer's suffering. She thought Blundie's flesh was bulging over the black leather jsut beautifully and wanted a little more to bulge. Blundie's never self admitted masochism was already taking control of her by now.

"Surely another inch after that... I can still breathe..."

That seemed to inspire Blundie's tormentors further and her waistline was drawn in to an unbelievable eighteen inches around. Unbelievable on anyone except the masochistic Blunder Broad. "Damn does she ever look... Appetizing..." Went Nella who was hefting one of Blundie's boobs.

"Plenty of time for play when we get the glove on her..." Went Inga who was wet between her own legs. Blundie's oppulent rear cheeks were further enhanced by the narrow corset and her breasts bobbled hugely above a wasit so tightly drawn in. Work, however, came first or swift and exacting punishment would result, as both Amazons had discovered. She nodded to Nella to free the captive's arms which Nella quickly accomplished.

Blundie struck quickly and surely. Nella went flying through the air as the Princess, already in motion, turned toward her other captor. Inga, however, was more than ready and the corset cut deep in Blundie's agility which allowed a fist to be burried wrist deep in Blundie's right boob. Followed by another which went deep in it's mate. Blundie's breath,

or what was remaining of it, was expelled quickly just before another fist connected with that hole expelling the breath. Blundie saw stars and she wasn't even outside.

A fury that was the embarrased Nella slammed into Blundie's back as Inga stepped aside and thrust a booted leg in front of Blundie's and Blundie flew forward, her arms already trying to cover what had just been hurt. They had no change to reach the bumpers before Blundie crashed into a marble column, those bumpers being the first points of contact. The column seemed duly unimpressed as it failed to move aside for the Princess' headlong flight. Nella and Inga were swiftly on the staggered Princess and an arm binder 'glove' of ungiving leather was being bluckled into place after Blundie's arms had been bent upward from her elbows so her gloved hands were behind her neck's nape. Her assailants now picked her up, suing the convenient and just flattened handles so oft misused and set her on her not too steady booted feet.

"We get to punish her for her trying to make a break for it, dont we?" Asked Nella as she pinched a nipple between gloved fingers. The nipple was the sufferer's, the fingers were Nella's.

"Trying to steal our corset... But of course..." Went Inga with glee. "We have to make sure she cant run anywhere, dont we?"

The booted duo strode around Blundie as if looking for inspiration. Blundie stood there and quaked, her breastly overabundance shifting as if it was two jello molds but looking like two nosecones sticking out at right angles from her chest because of the constriction of her arms behind her. "Lookie... She has holes in her nipples... I think we've got rings that should fit..."

"If they dont fit, we'll jsut widen the holes, wont we..." Sniggered Inga almost clapping her gloved hands in pleasure. And fot the nipple rings they did. Then they ran a rope through the rings and tossed the other ends over a pulley and, using their combined weight,

pulled the Blunderer upward by nipples she'd hung from before.

"She could do someone some harm with those gams floating free..." Went Nella as she fetched some more rope.

"Oh, darn. Why din't I think of that..."

By the time Blundie had thought of that, her legs were being doubled so the meat of her calfs could be meet the meat of her thighs and tied tightly giving her the look of a double amputee. Her boots, however, were some protection against the tightness of the rope but failed to be much consolation to the sufferer as she hung from her breasts in absolute pain.

"Think we can get her boot heels into her asshole?" Mused Inga, well into the game by now. "She's an Amazon Princess and daughter of a God to boot... She can take it..."

They ran a couple of laps of rope around her booted ankles, the better, they said, to keep them together then took that rope up and, pulling back on Blundie's mane of blueblack hair,

lapped the rope through her mouth to keep her quiet. Tighter now, bending the Blunderbody

toward the double and forcing two side by side heels into a spot Blundie would rather not be impaled. And tighter still so that the first three inches of ever widening heels were fed deeper in her. And tighter again, so much so Blundie wondered which part of her anatomy would dislocate first and tighter yet, so that creaks and groans could be heard from Blundie's bones.

"That's gotta hurt..." Mused Nella with a smile. "Two five inch heels buried in her rectum all the way... Stretching her hole to around four inches of diameter..."

"You have no idea... I'd like to see you with something this big up your ass, you cunt..."

Thought Blundie since she couldn't vocalize her thoughts just then,

"Time to take our leave, then..." Went Inga slapping a bliunderful cheek and sending Blundie to a painful swinging. "All this pain and excercise has me hot and bothered and I ahve an itch you can take care of..."

"Nighty-night, oh exalted Princess... Do sleep well while we play girly games..." Went Nella as the duo walked off with their gloved hands playing with each others' anatomy.

Betty had somehow managed to find her way back into the cave where she and Blundie had first started toward the Palace depths from. She was at a dead end about how to rescue her buddy and was trying not to think about the dastardly deeds her captors could now be inflicting on her bestest bud.

Blundie was still swinging and Blundie was in dire pain. She was jiggling too and fro which was sending two very annoying impliments deeper in her annus and her nostrils

were starting to flare. In a goodly bit of pain, intense as it was, with something or someone reaming or rummaging in any of her holes, Blundie turned to mush and right now she was mushing along quite well, thank you. Right now, Blundie's defences had swung into high gear and the gears were driving her into lascivious movement of that fabulous but doubled over body that was instilling self rape on the Blunderer and, in self rape and secret degredation, Blundie was popping off orgasms as fast as Bill Clinton could pop off unthruths. Blissfully and finally, Blundie dropped off into the land of Nod.

In the dark now and away from the lit areas below the palace, Betty knew she could not keep going even though her eyes had adjusted well to the lack of light. She was having to wade through water almost to her knees and feared the tide was coming in and she had no wish to drown. She examined her surroundings and spotted the tide line in the cavern before selecting a convenient ledge above that line. Climbing up on it and failing to disrobe, she curled upas tight as she could and sleep overcame her.

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End Part two