Warning... Warning... Warning... If you are under eighteen years of age, please leave NOW. If you do not enjoy the perverse, rape, bestiality and/or total humiliation of a character, leave now.

Blunder Broad should have known better. Should have. But again, when had it ever been proven that Blundie learned from past mistakes?

She was on her self appointed patrol this dark and stormy night. She fathomed that criminals took advantage of the weather, knowing most self respecting Cops were ensconced with donuts and coffee and respecting their Mothers' advice not to go play in the rain. Blundie had no such qualms although she had paid defference to inclement weather in designing and making herself the blue rubber catsuit while adding the shoulder length crimson rubber gloves and the crotch high matching boots on their six inch stiletto heels. Added too was the crimson waist cincher that drew her remarkably lythe waist from it's normal twenty four inches down to a startling twenty two. She knew she looked mouthwatering and strode strongly along on her very high heels.

The cries of dispair were muffled because of the rain and the night but Blunder Broad, with her amazing hearing, was able to pick them up. "Someone needs my help and I shall save her..."

She set up a roostertail as she sped on long, crimson booted legs and was swerving into a dark alley moments later. Not even bothering to slow down, she headed down the alley and spotted the young AfricanAmerican hooker, her clothing all but ripped assunder, struggling mightily with two...Giant Women?

Blundie shook her head in disbelief. Not as if Blundie hadn't encountered Gigantic Women before. She had, sometimes to her own detriment but Blundie's ego will out most of the time (Read 'All the time') as she stopped and took survey.

Three more of the Giants appeared, each a full nine feet in height and each heiress to the expression, 'Built like the proverbial...' Blundie found herself surrounded and suddenly pummeled apon, her diminuitive stature (To her adversaries) negating her powerful swings and kicks. She was managing to get along without getting in a single lick as her attackers used haymaker punches to send her from one to the next of their number. She was like a rag doll being tossed from one to the next without a chance to even hit the wet ground as the battered Blunderboob made the tour five or six times. Finally, she slid to the ground out, as they say, of commission.

Blunder Broad came around slowly. Muttering "Anyone get the licence number of that truck?" She felt like she'd been battered by a high speed dump truck and then run over, for bad measure, by a behemoth earth mover. And she noticed she was bound. (Amazons are quick on the uptake) She also felt drafts where no drafts should be felt and scoped that her assailants had found the secret zippers in her costume that hid this and that.

"Where am I???" She plainted to anyone who could hear.

Blundie tried to look around to find out what 'it' was as lights seemed to come up in the chamber. She spotted five gigantic Females, all attired in varied outfits that appeared to be white latex. All wore elbow length matching gloves and thigh high boots with high heels of the same color. All were staring at her.

Blundie didn't like three parts of this statement. First, she hated to be called an 'it', second, she hated being called diminuitive and third, examination.

"You cant do this to *Me*... " She shouted, puffing up her magnificent chest. "*I* am Blunder Broad and am America's premiere Superheroine and Crime Fighter... *I* am also a Woman..." She added for good measure.

"It makes noise, too..." Said the tall Blond looking at Blundie. "It even speaks... " She approached the well tied Superheroine and took one of those endowments called nipples between gloved fingers. And squeezed. Blundie took the abuse gritting her teeth from the pain. The nipple, Blundie's, emitted a shot of what looked like milk. The tall Blond turned to Blundie.

"*I* am not an it-t-t... *I* am an Amazon Princess..." Shouted Blundie remembering, perchance, another time she'd been dubbed 'Superheroine-not'.

That time too, proved a disaster to her well being.

Meanwhile, another hand, another nipple. Another hand and fingers, very large fingers slipping into a well already well prepared by what had been transpiring to a well twisted nipple.

"Oh, my... This one is a wet one..." said the owner of that gloved hand that was now attempting to invade the opening with all fingers combined. A gloved hand one and a half times as big as Blundie's...

Blundie gasped in humungous pain. Pain mixed with humiliation since her ever ready puss had let her down again and was displaying it's masochistic bent, lubricating the latex gloved hand as it dove deep. Deeper...

"Pu-LEEZE..." She went in agony.

More examination was shortly coming. Not only was she being inspected within but two HUGE hands were inspecting her without, cupping and squeezing tit masses all too frequently inspected. All too frequently squeezed. And this time by gloved hands much more powerful than any of her Planet that had plied these appendages before.

"Amazing... This one squirts liquid from her tits. They must be some kind of nourishers..." Went the big Blond who was shot on the lips with the liquid. Her tongue came out to examine the mixture and she smiled. "Tastes very good... Perhaps a little sweet..." Her huge head dove down and her mouth captured a nipple and she bit down. Hard. Blundie squealed and shuddered in what was her first orgasm at the hands (and more) of her newest captors. They were just finding out what so many had found before. Some good ol' pain, an invasion of one of her wells and a good bit of manipulation and Blundie would cum for anyone, just as she could be persuaded to spurt from any one of six sources. Right now, she was spurting from all six.

Her eyes were tearing, her mouth was drooling along with her other mouth (Yeah, the lower one) and both nipples were giving. And she was utterying nary a word save some groans and moans. Her breasts were being kneaded like best French Bread dough and certainly giving their wealth.

"We must save some of this liquid for testing..." Said a third Giantess who had not managed, thus far, to get in on the action. She snapped gloved fingers and two transparent 'cups' on transparent tubes dropped toward Blundie from the ceiling. Blundie's eyes went as wide as the openings on those cups as she got a look at two very long needles eminating from the cups.

Her back arched as the six inch needles were driven s-l-o-w-l-y into her milk ducts, deep enough that the cups were firmly seated around the bases of her outstanding nipples. The arching of her back caused her ever reactive clitoris to bound upward out of it's hiding place and spurt like a miniature cock, surprising her pussy assailant with a squirt in her eye. "What could this be?

Gloved fingers 'wanked' the 'little man in a boat' (as the clittie was oft refered to) and it was reactive, as usual, increasing in size and girth enough that a fifth Alien now introduced a needle deep into it, rendering Blundie painfully

speachless. Speachless but cuming again. Meanwhile suction in the two 'cups' was drawing Blundie's nipples deeper into the cups which, in turn, was causing the nipples to injest more of the long needles as the nipples engorged. Blundie's head went from side to side in dire agony. In dire distrait, pain and humiliation. Blundie was disgracing herself again as she continued to orgasm.

"The more it takes, the hotter it's form seems to get... We must test for the capacity of those two holes between it's legs..." Said the Blond, obviously the Leader, or perhaps the torturer in chief. "Bring on the lancers and let us further examine..."

The 'lancers' looked to Blundie much like Earthly Dildos except these were traslucent. They looked to be of a pliable material and accomodated easily what looked like sparse wire brushes of some sort. A sopping glove came out of a soaking, drooling hole and the first, on it's long hose, was seated (too) many inches deep, bringing a gasp and an orgasm from the maligned Miss. The second, almost as large as the first, invaded a well mostly unlubricated except for the drool that had coursed down to it's opening. The both seemed to start a growth of their own that stretched tendermost cavities before stretching some more. And Blundie's hair sought to stand on end as she found out the use of the wire 'brushes' in the devices.

She was being roto-rootered on the insides as the devices went into high gear. Her pretty mouth uttered nary a word of protest but dipped into a sexual pout any Porn Star would have been proud of and Blunderful temperatures were rising again.

Screamed then orgasmed from the fiersome pain and her secret, masochistic nature.

The whole 'bed' Blundie was on was now sinking as an opening opened under the floor. An opening that was a vat full of some gelatinous liquid that seemed to engulf and swallow Blundie. All the way to her neck.

The prods so deeply ensconsed were still growing and the roto-rootering continued, as did the milking of two gigantically engorged nipples and an ever growing clittie. Blundie found the gelatinous semi liquid almost womblike as it seemed to take on a life of it's own in a palpitation of her whole latex encased body. Unconsciously, she was undulating in a motion akin to being in a passionate thryst and moaning as again, she soared on the wings of another cuming.

"My heart can not take much more of this..." She thought to herself but Blundie, after all, was an Amazon and as such, had endured so many orgasms before, oft thinking that they would bring about her demise. The Aliens seemed to be getting a little fed up with the constant moaning, however.

Gartuffa straddled the Superheroine-not's face by getting down so her boot tops were only just clear of the undulating liquid and dropped lower to envelope Blundie's nose and mouth with an immense, smelly to Blundie, pussy. Blundie was shut up quickly and found that she'd best get her pussy lapper in motion in order to create an avenue where oxygen might get to her moth. Life sustaining oxygen.

Pleasing a Xentonabian or not, Blundie was desperate to maintain an air flow and if that meant sucking pussy, she'd do what she could. Only disconcerting fact was the drool that was gushing into her mouth and clogging up her nasal passages. Blundie was moving her tongue like crazy as well as puffing and blowing Alienflesh as best she could.

"It is becoming very heated... "Stated one of their number.

"I can feel the heat even through my boots" Went Gartuffa gleefully. "And it is certainly well heating me as well..."

Over orgasmed, spent, wet and hot, the Superheroine-not did what she did second best. She passed out colder than an icecube.