Blundie came to gradually. She ached all over, inside and out and shook the cobwebs from her brain. "Wha happen?" She went before memory slowly came into focus. "Surely they must have tired of trying to defeat *Me* and have given up..."

She tried to stretch aching muscles and found, to her dismay, that her arms were tied behind her. Tightly. Additionally, she could not move her booted legs and quickly scoped that they, too, were well tied. The light was dim and she found herself in some kind of cramped enclosure. again. And tried to shout out, hoping perhaps for the Easter Bunny or some form of rescue only to find out she was gagged. Again.

"This can not bode well..." she thought. "They only gag me when they have some perverse torture in mind..." (She must be getting smarter...)

Suddenly she was injesting and not of a libation she could have hoped for. Too often she'd tasted the like before and too often abhored the taste. She was being used as a recepticle for the Alien wastes and almost gagged at the taste as it was force fed to her. She knew, however, that she'd best control her body since retching would just fill her lungs since it would have no other egress. Stoic, she drank and in drinking, vowed again she would not be defeated. Again.

She was soon becoming most uncomfortable. She'd already noticed her costume had been done back up and was loathe to dispoil herself. Again. By the time a door hissed open, she was looking quite like a Mother about to give birth to quintuplets having carried them full term. And she was in dire agony of cramping stomach and intestines. And she was being lifted to booted feet and now latched into an upright device intended to keep her standing with legs apart.

"It has a wonderful capacity, doen't it?" Went one to another while stroking the extended tum. "Perhaps it needs help evacuating itself..."

"Ah... NO-O-O-O-O" Went Blundie silently as her boobs were exposed again. And milking cups attached again. With the nipple needles she'd previously experienced. And was being sucked again but not where she longed, now, to be sucked from. And her boobs were giving. again. Under a higher suction than before, they felt like they were being drained and, in Blundie's looking down, they were. They were becoming for flacid as they were force drained and sinking further down her chest. "Why always my BO-O-OBS? WHY CANT THEY JUST MAKE DO WITH A LITTLE OL' RAPE OR SOMETHING? " No one heard because the Earth creature was making so much noise from her tummy. In dire straits, painfully degraded and reddening, she orgasmed and, in doing so, released her struggling muscles that in turn released her bowels and bladder.

Blundie was mortified. She looked like a whole bag of drowning rats were fighting to get out of her latexlike costume and was further enbarased when her discharge, finding it's way to it's own level, started brimming over the tops of those long boots to run down their shiny outsides. Her relief of discomfort, however, caused her yet another cuming. and another.

Blundie could have told them but her pouty mouth was still well gagged. She had lain with assorted beasts and assorted species times before and certainly had no love for other species. If one discounted the cumings she experienced in her encounters. She certainly did not want to be refered to as a beast, either.

Orgasm and otherwise weakened, Blundie didn't stand a chance as she was taken and tossed in a large tub of swirling hot water. At least, she assumed it was water but she knew it was hot. Boiling hot although, at this altitude in deep Space, water did not boil. Blundie, however, broiled and felt like a lobster, perhaps, thrown into a vat for someone's dinner. "I'll never order lobster again... It's off my menu..."

Even these tall, strongly built Aliens looked nervous as they carried Blundie to what looked like a cell. One took careful look through a video monitor to make sure whatever was inside remained well away from the entrance. Once sure, she nodded and Blundie was hurriedly thrown inside, her arms and legs blissfully freed at last. The blissful feeling did not last long as she looked around the large cell that looked, in fact, like an enclosure at a zoo except there was no open air above. Half the cell was taken up by a rocky edged pool of some sort and Blundie looked around, wondering what manner of denizen occupied these quarters.

She found out quickly. Too quickly as four tenticles swooshed from the water and found her, one tying up each limb and pulling away from each other so she was spread eagled in the air in a painful split that threatened to pull her hip and shoulder joints apart. Another, thicker tenticle now encircled her lythe waist and started a motion akin to an Earthly boa constrictor, cinching her already trim waist by another two inches. And another.

The gurgling from the pond drew her attention and a vision of horror follwed the tenticles to the surface, a monster with one very red eye in the middle of a slimy, pussy, green head as big as Blundie herself. And more tenticles as well as a tongue, forked, drooling and humungous that now sought and found a taste perhaps to it's liking, between her well spread legs.

The creature started a vibration now that was sure to wreck any Superheroine-not's aplomb.

"Creature seems to know exactly what to do with the Earth thing...." Commmented Vadim, a very pretty redhead. "I'd almost like to try it out myself... Look how the toungue is going deep in that hole while another arm delves the hole at the rear... And look... It's using more tenticles to surround her milk gourds while two more seem to have mouths that are clamping down on the milkers..."

Blundie heard none of this, of course. Right now, she was fighting for breath and sanity and her body was in a fight of it's own. "How can it get more milk from *me*... I have been depleted..."

Not that the monster cared a ho-hum. The teeth in the 'mouths' of the two tenticles were gnawing at nipples supposedly depleted and milk was a-flow again. Her breasts were elongating and were being pulled to a lenght of two feet from her chest. Two and a half feet as the chewing and sucking continued. Blundie shuddered in orgasm, plugged and in intense pain again and shuddered again for good measure. "Where can I get one of these creatures???" An errant thought through her brain as she shuddered yet again.

Something else seemed to be happening to the Hapless Heroine. She was feeling some kind of movement in her bowels as well as in her tum. "It can not be... It's almost as if I'm.... NO-O-O-O......"

"It has chosen the Earthone for an incubator... It will be having eggs soon..." This from Vadim who was playing with her own sopping well by now. "This must be causing much distress and pain..."

It was. Blundie was in dire pain and distress. Cuming along and with her tits now travesties, almsot three feet in length and looking more like burned french loaves, she was crying while shooting off the next series of orgasms and was now being drawn into the pool. Deep into the pool where cramps were already causing her deep consternation, cramps that indicated impending birth. A super cramp shuddered her body and she felt like she swallowed half the pool and streams of gelatin mixed with urchinpointed eggs started flowing from three openings. Blundie was giving birth again but this time, not through her nipples. She slowly rose, spluttering, to the surface. Commatose again.

Oh, Blundie woke up again. Then immediately wished she hadn't. Her tits loomed upward from her head and she saw they had rings through long ago pieced nipples again. And she was hanging from said nipple rings again, giving her a usual case of dolor as her body dragged down on them. And again, she could not voice her displeasure since her cavity (The upper one) was sealed with a ball gag so large it strained her jaws, already aching from accomodating a tendril too darned large.

Those tits, for they could no longer be called 'breasts', were being massaged by two of the Aliens with some kind of balm on their gloved hands. All too soon they had the Blunderful one humming along in her masochistic bent. Again, a look of pleasure straining across her face. Her face turned to terror as she saw what was being fastened just below her nipples.

"An old fashioned clothes wringer..." She went to herself. "They're putting my tits in a wringer..."

She tried to move. She tried to struggle but the tit wringers were not as low tech as Blundie first imagined. Some kind of motor activated and started drawing her nipples upward while the rollers tightened and tightened more.

Her tits were being flattened painfully into elongated pancakes, reddening

with the pressure. Blundie swayed this way and that in horrific agony but she was again on the change. Somehow pleasure was invading her, mixing with the hurt and pain and somehow, she was orgasming again. And just as suddenly, she went night night again.

Waking up was not something Blundie wanted to do right now but she was being showered by something warm and pungeant and realized she was being treated as a toilet slave again.

Blundie nodded an assent to her hunger before realizing her pretty mouth had been jacked open with an inhuman device that had her jaws straining and held her gullet open. Another pair of boots swam upward in her vision, culminating in an apex with looked like a huge Female pussy and suddenly that pussy was exuding a flood that was aimed unerringly into her jacked open mouth. The boots eemed to turn then and squatted downward toward

her. And something brown and cigar shaped was coming toward her mouth before stuffing it until she must swallow to avoid her air supply being cut off.

Blundie screamed and screamed as huge nail guns were used, one to each... Pancake... Nailing them down to two lengths of wood four feet long, the length of her 'new' tits. Agony assailed her. Agony, yet... Agony mixed with the perverse pleasure she hated to encumber her. Agony mixed with a pleasure that had her on the verge of orgasm. Again. She shuddred again and shuddred even more as more wood was used to cover her tits before nailguns of a size never seen in her World were being used to nail the boards on top of her tits to the boards benieth. Right through the meat of the tits, now about a quarter inch thick and five inches in width.

Blunder Broad splashed down in the Atlantic Ocean, went deep but the wood buoyed her upward. Soon she was swimming awkwardly toward a dark shore and wading out of the waters, wanting only to get home. *She* had defeated the Aliens somehow, but at what cost to herself?

Gala was waiting at Bundie's house when she staggered in and looked at her.

Blundie, tired and spent, thought it was a splendid idea so allowed Gala to salve her wounds before putting her to bed...

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