Blunder Broad- A Knight's tale Pt. 3

E.N.Cuire

Oh, you've had the disclaimers before so, if you haven't heeded them, you've already guaranteed you're not too young to view such material and you're not offended by a tale like this one. Dont blame me if you get upset, it's your own fault for reading this stuff...

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When we last saw Blundie and IK, both were wrapped in the land of Nod. One, to be sure, suffering less than the other. That's if you discount the discomfort of a night the Knight spent

with no covers save the costume she was attired in. Well. Let's face it. Blundie was still suffering more.

Blundie was in severe bondage with laps and laps of rope tying this to that and to the other. Her long booted legs felt like they'd departed sometime during the night and she was in the usual throes of commiseration with her own plight. Since awakening, she hadn't even been able to pop off an orgasm or two, a dire consequence. And she had to pee as well and could not imagine how she would take care of that problem, knowing she would be direly punished for that infraction of the rules. Heck. By now Blundie knew that, no matter what, it was her mission to be punished for whatever infraction her captors might dream up.

"It looks like the self appointed Superheroine from Man's World is already with us this morning..." Came a voice Blundie had already learned to fear. "I'll bet the slut has to pee... I know I would have to..."

Blundie nodded her head in the affirmative. The prods seeply ensconced would not have permitted her to do that duty anyhow but she could wish...

"We have to get her ready and take her to the Public Square so Dominetta can show her off... Let's not forget the tiara... Wouldn't do for a Princess to be without one..."

"What about the barbed wire?" Asked Nella. "Queen Dominetta wanted us to be sure

to dress her with it..."

It was not exciting to hear those arsenic tones. The way Britt had spewed the title of princess was highly sarcastic and in days of yore, Blundie would have taken her to the arena for such a slight. Not exciting and highly frightening. More frightening was how she was untied and retied, this time the two guards using thich linemans gloves and huge pliers to wrap barbed wire around Blundie's oppulent breasts. Tight. Then tighter. And then tighter still until the barbs were entering the so alabaster breastflesh and causing little dribbles of red, so shocking against the ivory hued melons. Melons that were already growing to the size of large watermelons as oxygen was cut off from flowing into them.

"Up and walk, slave..."

Her arms so severely dragged behind her, Blundie must hobble because of the hobble between her booted ankles. She could not keep up with the pace set by Nella and Britt and stumbled, headed in a predictable direction. Her heaviest.

SsssPLa-a-attt-attt

The landing brought a wail of distress from the Crime Fighter and Patsy as her breastwork squashed down and outward, inpaling itself deeper with the cruel barbs. Britt and Nella, instead of helping their charge to her feet, just used long cat'o'nine tails on her butt until the slutslave managed to make un ungainly return to her feet on rubber covered legs that had been without motion for too many hours.

"Unh uh uh ang ak..."

"Oh... You cant walk let alone run... I suggest you make like the dumb bunny you are and hop, hop, hop..."

Under the guidance of two whips, Blundie hopped, hopped, hopped in the direction directed. The stairs were the hardest and Blundie only fell three times, thum-thump-thumping her way to the bottom each time and having to start her climb all over again. She, however, was an Amazon and giving up was not a choice, specially as more and more welts grew against her white skin. Not too long later she was in the open air and under the warmth of the Isle's splendid sunlight. There was a silver lining in Blundie's World after all.

The silver lining erupted in a puff of air when Blundie looked over to see her Mother. A tear slid unheralded from the corner of one eye as she saw the Queen down on gloved hands and booted knees and in a position known as 'doggie'. Blundie had been in that position many times before and Blundie knew how demeaning it was. Even more demeaning was that a huge Great Dane was up on the Queen's bowed back and plowing back and forth in an excitement of sexual frenzy and repeated scratchings on the Queen's alabaster body gave evidence that this Dane was not the first.

"Your so Great Princess has finally graced us with her presence..." Went Dominetta to the huge crowd. "Perhaps she'd like to join her mutha and show you all what sluts and whores they really are... Taking from you all these years to feed their own sexual perversions..."

Dominetta, Blundie saw, was ravishing in form fitting white rubber with crotch high rubber boots that stood on six inch stiletto heels. Her hands were covered in matching white rubber gauntlets that reached out just beyond her elbows and the Queen's crown was woven into Dominetta's hairdo. She looked at Blundie with intense cruelty in her eyes/

"Let's see how pliable you've become overnight..."

It wasn't a question. It was a command that Nella, Britt and four others jumped to obey. They struggled the Heroine down to the ground and now stared a rebinding of calfs to thighs while bending Blundie horribly so her breasts could be elongated and pulled downward between Blundie's still parted legs. And pulled some more. And more that strained every muscle in Blundie's corsetted body as her nipple rings were now linked to another that Nella carefully impaled through her clitoris. She was down on booted legs and her chin was on the dusty ground, her neck bent back at a painful angle and Blundie was suffering dearly. Again.

"Should this pervert be punished?" Sang out Dominetta to the crowd. Should she be whipped and shown the error of her ways?"

"Yes-s-s-s!"went the well trained crowd. Music to Dominetta's ears.

Dominetta took hold of a bull whip and stood for a moment in a stance Blundie had oft used, sunlight gleaming off her white rubber costume. And then she went into powerful motion and sent the first lashing toward her own sister, the whip curling around buttocks that had already started to heal from the whippings Blundie had received on the way to this punishment. Blundie's body started and, instarting and pulling, tugged on her nipples in added (If that's possible) pain. Dominetta's next strike was between those long booted legs as she hit Blundie's budding clittie and nipples so thoughtfully placed together as a target.

Blundie, of course, wailed. She could not help otherwise. The pain was ongoing as Dominetta's gorgeous form showed it's athleticism, muscles bunching beautifully as she poised and struck. Poised and struck.

"You see what a baby your Princess really is? Do you think this is a Superheroine? I think not-t-t-t"

Liquid was flowing from Blundie's hurt blue eyes and drool was coming from her gagged mouth as she continued to take and take. Things were changing however, things that Blundie oft wishes wouldn't. A pool of sap was now staining the ground between her thighs as Blundie's never admitted libido and masochism swung into gear. Blundie's nostrils were starting to flare and her eyes were taking on a certain dullness usually attributed with approaching...ORGASM

"I think she likes it-t-t-t..." Went Britt who's own gloved hands were rubbing copiously against her own covered puss. "She just orgasmed..."

Dominetta looked furious. Blundie's boots were wet from the sap that was coursing from Blundie's puss and it looked like Blundie was trying to arch her aching back further to pull harder on her own nipples. Blundie was out there in a land of her own and cuming along like a little charger.

Many in the crowd were snickering. 'Their' Princess could take all that pain and humiliation and shudder in pleasure from it. Dominetta knew she had to make a swift example of her sister or the crowd might turn against her. She turned to the crowd.

"Dont you understand what a whore she is? She is a perfect masochist and desires the humiliation and degredation... *I*

shall show you how this one will let anything fuck her, just like her mother your traitorous Queen..." She turned on a high heel to Nella. "Bring on that orangutang the Africans gave the Queen..."

At least the punishment ceased for a few minutes. Blundie was untied from her doubled position but her arms remained behind her while her booted legs remained hobbled. Her own drool was already drying white against her red boots when she heard the clinking of chains and a roar. It was the roar that scared her.

The beast, oft called one of the ugliest in the Animal Kingdom, was brought in flanked by eight of Dominetta's brutes each holding the creature by chains. The animal looked fierce and Blundie shuddered, wondering what was to befall her. "Better *Me* than my Mother... *I* have proved *I* can take more than she can..." She thought.

The beast spotted Blundie who looked affable enough and bound just like the beast had been after his capture. It was payback time and he lunged forward as Blundie turned to attempt an escape. She'd already forgotten the hobble and went down in a flurry of dust

which allowed the animal to reach her all too quickly. The beast grabbed her long ebonyblue tresses and started pounding her face into the ground before selecting targets more suitable for his ire. Huge, powerful fingered paws of a rough leatherlike texture grasped a breast. Apiece. And started squeezing as if trying to break open a melon or balloon. Squirts of milk shot from tortured nipples hitting the orangutang in the face as he continued to try and deflate what so many had failed to deflate before. Blundie was in dire pain and agony, feeling like the very flesh inside her breasts was being permanently gored

and that her beautiful breasts would be beautiful no more.

The creature licked at the droplets that had hit him and seemed to know exactly whence they came and now went to bite on the squirters perhaps in order to shut them down. Or to remember his time at his own Mommy's tits.

As we have often read, Blundie was a sucker for anything or anyone nurswing at her fonts and this time there was no difference. Her body was starting to relax and she was starting to turn on. Again. And act like the nursing Mommy the Ape had so missed in long captivity.

Blundie cared little by now that Dominetta was announcing to the crowd, several of which had to leave the square gagging, how their Princess would play Mommy for anything. Blundie was past caring as a paw went between her booted legs and cared even less that those long booted legs seemed to be opening of their own accord to afford easier entry to her privatemost parts for the beastie's big paw.

"Darn... Is that what they look like?" The question came from a youngish Blond with an outrageous figure who'd spotted that somwthing HUGE was starting to grow between the legs of the ape. Blundie would have known but Blundie was concerned, right then, with a fist that was delving deeply in the humid confines of her drooling puss. So tuned was she that she missed nary a beat as the paw was replaced by something longer and a little softer in makeup. Something that felt like molten lava way up to her very cervix. Something that induced the next of many cumings to come. Blundie was proving once again that, after a little pain, a lot of humiliation and a dash of manipulation, she'd cum for anything, man or beast. She was just a gal who couldn't say nay once on the roller coaster of degredation.

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Betty had awakened cold and hungry. She thought back to the previous night and how Blundie had bravely (read- foolishly) charged in against overwhelming odds to save her Mother and had been overwhelmed. A tear escaped from under her goggles as she regretted that she, too, had not gone to the Queen's help but realized that doing so would have meant her capture as well. "Now I have to work out a plan to save Blundie so we can fight side by side against her Sister... All I need is a plan... And a map. Cant have a plan without a map..."

Betty slipped off the ledge that had been her bed for the night and found herself wading through knee deep water. The tide was partly out at least and would allow her to reach the outside and the area she and Blundie had entered the cave from. Careful of her footing, she waded along in what she took to be the right direction paying more attention to her footing than to her environs. A blow to the noggin snapped that attention and Betty went down and under the surface, out cold.

The Invincible Knight came to gradually and assessed the fact she was still alive. She also assessed that she was severely bound to some kind of an "X" wooden cross of sorts. The then also assessed that she was gagged with a rubber ballgag that was bound to shut off any speach she might attempt. (Superheroines are good at assessing). She was looking out at six Amazons when her eyes smoothed into better focus, six armed Amazons that looked quite dangerous. To her.

"She must be one of Dominetta's spies..." Said a gorgeous redhead who looked like a young Reba McKentire. "She doesn't come from Amazin Isle and she's certainly no Amazon..." Betty would have given her a piece of her mind if she wasn't so well gagged.

"Agreed... " Said a gorgeous Blond in black leather knee boots, gauntlets and a black leather bikini. "What do we do with her now that we have her?" No mental Giants here...)

"Get her to tell us Dominetta's strengths... Once we know we can go about capturing them one by one..." Suggested the Redhead. "I say we fuck the information out of her like that friend of Blundie's did... Remember the story?"

"Yeah... Galaxeena, wasn't it? Or was it Invincible Knight?"

"Cant remember... Blundie told us so many of the exploits she and her friends went through... Who can remember which one did what?"

Betty could have told them. That's if she wasn't gagged. Her eyes bulged behind her lucite goggles as she attempted speach that only came out as "MuuuMpph mumph-uh mmmph!!!"

"O'kay, gurlzzz... It's open season... Gals from Mans World copulate with guys so they'll surely hate what we do for sex... Bet this one's the same..."

Betty could have told them. Betty loved men but she'd been with Women plenty of times. Specially with their princess, Blunder Broad. She'd shared many a tryst with the princess of her own free will and while under duress. She'd also wallowed in sexuality with Galaxeena and BlackPower too. She was no stranger to Lesbos but didn't like to be forced into sex, either. Her head wagged one way then the other as this and that parts of her costume were opened and gloved hands started fondling her in places only another Woman would know to fondle at. "Six on one... No fair..." She thought before. "Oh, my... Keep doin' what you're doin'..."

Betty, like Blundie, was a sexual pushover and, yo-boy did these chicks know how to push.

Forgotten for the moment was her bondage as the first wave of ecstacy started it's upward journey, gloved hands all over her breasts while others found and invaded her lower holes.

Forgotten too was Blunder Broad and whatever peril she was facing right now. Betty's bod had become a hotbed of lasciviousness and Betty was betting she would be cuming in mere moments. She was right. She almost always was. Betty was being reduced to a mindlessness similar only to that Blundie had oft experienced and the introduction of a double ended dildo did nothing to curb her exuberance right now. Or her cumings.

Finis- Part 3