When we left Blundie and the Bat-t-t, each was swearing that they'd never do things to each other but the Bat-t-t was standing there, yellow rubber booted legs well apart, long yellow latex gauntleted arms tied to an overhead post and with a cudgel of humungous proportion ensconced within her. The other end of that cudgel was being aimed at Blundie's secretest orifice. That's when two whips wielded by two of the Black Barbarian Biker Bitches struck Batty's well turned ass which shifted forward from shock and dolor, driving the second end of that cudgel forward with force.

Blundie started herself. Pronged again and now pronged deeper as the two BBBB members went into a unison of whipping that would have rivaled any well tuned drill team. The driller, however, was the Bat-t-t and the drillee was Blundie. Again.

Unseen tears flowed wetly inside the punishment mask which was now sticking wetly to Blundie's visage. Tears were sliding down from the cheeks of Batty's cowl too as she was humiliated and kept jerking forward to deeper impalement of Blundie's ass.

Things, however, had a habit of changing around Blundie and the Bat-t-t and this time was no different. Well basted and poled, Batty was getting turned on while Blundie, well cornholed by her bestest buddy and head heated in a punishment helmet that constricted her and had her mouth full of dildo turned on too. Two bodies were going into movement not attributed to pain so much as to lust, undulating as one proded the intestines of the other. Lawanda held up a hand and the whipping stopped. Not the movement, however, as both fabulous Females continued at each other with everyone else present forgotten. Both were lost in a limbo of lust as both shamelessly fired off drooling orgasms without halt.

"Enough of that..." Went Lawanda. "Or these two will go on fucking each other all weekend long... Time to see if the Bat-t-t is thirsty..."

Ice water was thrown over the duo in that age old idea that it would curb the sexual urges. It did, wetting Blundie's so clean cellar floor and left both patsies gasping and now embarassed at waht they'd been combining. Nan-Cee approached the Bat-t-t and unzipped her latex jeans, straddled Batty's right boot top and let loose her bladder, flooding into it. "That water sloshing around made me need to pee..." She explained without remorse. The Bitches all laughed at Batty's obvious shock and discomfort, swiftly following suit and taking turns at both of Batty's boots.

A mask was now applied to the Bat-t-t's lower face and strapped tightly around her cowled head. Batty found out that the mask was equipped with a cruel mouthpiece that held her mouth well open while a tube went tonsil deep and opened her gullet. She was swiftly, despite her struggles, situated aboard a device made of angleiron and strapped on board, her latex encased breasts forced down on a sharp crossbar that made her look like she was wearing four, not two rubber gourds. Another device was strapped around her waist to hold a device that cupped her peehole and Batty knew she was in trouble. Again.

Blundie now rued that she liked her 'Museum of memory' to be completely accurate. She had gone to the trouble of placing a cask full of beer in the device she and Batty now rode and batty was now getting the result of that accuracy. The tap of the cask was activated and Batty found herself forced to consume. And consume some more. Beer gushed down her gullet despite valiant attempts to stem it's flow and the Bat-t-t

By now, one of the Gang had thoughtfully filled Blundie with the most humungous dildo Das had ever used on her. Admittedly, Blundie didn't consider it so thoughtful, specially when it was turned on. High. Blundie had recently gifted it with fresh, long lasting batteries and was now struggling against it's effects. A struggle Blundie was known to loose at regular or irregular intervals.

Blundie was loosing again and undulating her body in a rythm normally associated with sexual coupling. He was panting into the next of her orgasms when Batty lost her battle as well. The battle to retain her waters since she didn't want her buddy to have to withstand the consequences. The hose between the Bat-t-t and Blundie flexxed under pressure.

Blundie was drinking recycled beer again as it was forcefed past her gullet and taking the parth of least resistance, as liquids are wont to do. Downward. Following the Laws of physics. A vile and putrid taste of a liquid that had no time to divest itself of all it's alcohol content in it's filter. And Blundie felt her tummy spasm just like the spasming of the dildo seated within her. A dildo that was making sure Blundie could not shed the liquid in a similar manner to the Bat-t-t. And now her tummy was starting to cramp, trying to get rid of the painful distention and expansion. Blundie, in dire pain, debraded and debased, orgasmed again.

Both the Bat-t-t and Blundie were getting tipsy. Make that drunk. Neither had a capacity for alcohol since neither imbided except for the occasional glass of wine. Three gallons of beer had been forcefed to the Bat-t-t by now and she was feelijng no pain. Almost as much recycled beer had arrived in Blundie's still distending tum and Blundie was incapable of feeling much of anything. She was, however, still drinking and cuming.

One of the girls, perhaps having grown bored with Blundie's ingestion of liquids, had found another device. Make that devices. She kneeded her own breasts in strong, gloved hands as she imagined how to put these devices together to cause more mayhem on the cunt she'd heard so much about but never met. As more liquid flowed, she consulted with Lawanda who nodded her head in comprehension.

The cask was finally empty and soon the Bat-t-t would be. They decided to take Batty's cess pool anyhow and quickly impaled her on a stand she'd ridden before. One with a spring at it's base and pegs for Blundie's boots to be shackled so the ball topped pole could reside in a place the sun never shone. In a previous encounter, Blundie had ridden the pole by use of her pussy but her pussy was otherwise occupied right now so another, more painful orifice was sought. And found.

Straps were now used to hang two buckets from Blundie's still c-clamped nipples while a lucite trough was strapped to the middle of her thights. Higher in front so as to form a splash guard. A bucket was hung down so it could be held under the lucite trough from the bottoms of the two buckets already dangling from the Boob's boobs.

The expected flood didn't materialize. The plug was drawn and... Nothing. Nada. Bubkis... Blundie just stood there swaying boozily.

"Pee, you slut. Pee. Piss. Urinate..." Went Lawanda. "You're wasting tape, damn it!"

Blundie just reposed on her assplug and did nothing.

Four to each side, the gurlzzz unzipped, squatted and let loose bladders well filled at Blundie's expense. And the weight was starting to be at Blundie's expense as the buckets filled and weighted her breasts more and more. And still a portion of Blundie's mind would not allow her to defile herself and her friend in front of these Black Biker Bitches.

Nan-Cee grinned. Just the kind of order she enjoyed getting most. Despite that the Bat-t-t was still streaming urine, Nan-Cee went to her knees, put on her knuckle dusters and rammed her latex gloved fist hard into the Bat-t-t who grunted out an orgasm. Blundie was boozed enough to find humor in the Bat-t-t's orgasm when fisted and Blundie started laughing uncontrolably which caused her further discomfort on her perch and also caused her to loose it.

A flood eminated from Blundie. A veritable tsu-nami. It hissed against the splash guard with such power that the lucite trough overflowed over Blundie's long boots although plenty found it's way down the trough, into the bucket and thense into the Bat-t-t's mask and throat. Blundie reddened in embarassment. Her ruddy face was still well hidden by the punishment helmet so no one noticed. Her laughter had jiggled her up and down on her perch so she did manage a couple more pain induced orgasms that she hoped were hidden.

They all had the same idea at the same time. Both Crime fighters were shorn of recently applied masks so new full head masks could be applied, masks that made each look like expensive rubber blow up sex dolls in kinky clothing.

They laughed gleefully as they rushed Blundie and Batty through the night rain and into a van parked near Blundie's driveway. The duo had to be practically dragged along since they would have never made the trek on their own high heel booted legs. Both were way too drunk by now. Both patsies boobs continued to be pounded as the duo was forced to the floor of the van and then between the legs of two of the Bitches. Their headmasked noggins were forced into confrontation with pussies they must work tongues around in order to gasp a breath or three of air. Both were drunk enough to go along with the program and had Bitches slamming booted heels on their backs as they were brought to orgasm.

That's when Blundie threw up. Right on the pussy she was licking so well. ((Told you she had no capacity for liquor, even recycled!)

This homeless camp was, unfortunately for the Patsies, one of the rare ones that was populated with drug addicts and drunks. Situated in an area that cops refuse to go at night and where over the hill hookers took the dregs on for five bucks a pop. When the van stopped and two superbly bodied females were forced out, eyes lit up in awe.

The duo looked like two giant rubber dolls. Blundie's mask was of a full lipped Blond with pouty mouth just ready to be plundered while the mask covering Batty's cown had her as a red head with similar features. Basher Holtz was the first to take up the offer and rushed toward Blundie who just staggered a little as she attempted to maintain her feet.

Basher had been in jail for assorted violent rapes where he would beat his victims almost unconscious before raping them and he lived for violence. His fist sent Blundie staggering back against a bridge abutment where his fists kept her standing as he punded her breasts deep, wrists being completely covered in latex titmass at each and every blow. Blundie was being battered silly but that pouty mouth's expression never changed, something that seemed to infuriate Basher even more.

With one hand, Basher unzipped and allowed his humungous, still growing member to come out of hiding. The other huge hand held the boob by the boob so she could go no where. He then drove his now free hand into a well already well prepared, trying to tear the pussy further open and sending Blundie into a new spasm of orgasms from the pain. Blundie gasped as he thed drove deep and started pounding four hundred pounds of huge, meaty body behind his driving member.

Batty was faring no better. Six or seven of the stinking, filthied winos had grasped her by any convenient handle and were pulling this way and that while sending fist after fist into the poor patsy. As with Blundie, her ersatz visage showed no reaction to the punishment she was receiving and her 'mouth' continued to pout sexilly as if demanding service by a cock or more. Bubba arrived amid this chaos and no one argued with Bubba, a behemoth equally the size of Basher and one who had been tried for murder of several hookers after raping them to death. Basher had pled insanity and had been eventually released from the nut house by the do-gooders who claimed him to be rehabilitated. He swiftly dealt a five dollar bill to Lawanda before slamming Batty's face into a tree, opening up and raming deep up the patsy's ass.

Batty flailed arms in distress. Distress not written on the pouty ersatz mouth of her mask but Batty was stoic. Batty, too, secretly enjoyed the degrading act of being butt-fucked and Batty was juicing along with the program and failed to complain when her head was grasped by Leroy who, grinning at Bubba, rapped his own member between those lips that looked so inviting.

Basher had had his fill with Blundie by now. Well. Blundie had had her fill from Basher and Basher parted cmpany with her by throwing her like a rag doll right into the huge bonfire in the middle of the camp. The much filthied rapee warmed to the occasion quickly and scrambled to remove herself to find herself staring at a flacid prick that had not risen at all. She found herself mounted from behind and thrust forward into that smelly crotch as her own ersatz mouth opened in shock.

Unerringly, her mouth was driven onto the flacid member and Blundie gasped for air. Her gloved hands waived in the air as she was butt raped and had to start her gullet in movement known as cock sucking.

"Two bucks for a hand job..." Went a gravelly, drunken voice quickly echoed by another.

"Hand jobs are free..." Went Lawanda. "Merry Christmas... If she refuses, just break a finger or two..."

Meanwhile, both the Bat-t-t and Blundie used their gloved hands so as to keep fingers intact. Gushing goo spattered over their latex forms, drooling filthy down their catsuits and forming pools of mud under their booted knees. They were being fucked silly in every orifice they had and were approaching exhaustion form too many cumings of their own. Their bodies were temples of pain from constant beatings but both had been beaten before. Both had gone over that chasm that equated pain with masochistic pleasure so both orgasmed as pain became their due. Dawn was approaching when their assailants finally tired and left the duo lying in pools of gism with nary a thanks for jobs well done. Neither Patsy realized that the Black Barbarian Biker Bitches had gone to shelter and to get some shut eye while the duo took care of cumings and goings.

Both Patsies were also too spent to crawl out of the mud and cum holes they reposed in, abused tails held high. Both were in states of filthied repose when other denizens slunk toward them. Blundie miewled like a kitten when she felt a tongue slide between the lips of well used labia. "Not tonight, Dirk... I'm tired..." She muttered but the tongue just kept on it's appointed rounds, now laving a sore asshole in salving tenderness. Blundie squirmed but did nothing to deter the wondeful lapping she was receiving. She didn't even open her eyes when her mask was given a like treatment and was so far out of it she failed to notice the Bat-t-t 'enjoying' like ministrations.

Blundie started up in shock when the mastiff at her tail lunged, a huge member diving deep up the hole considered wrong. Her head had risen just as the mastiff in front of her went into a lunge of his own and scored between latex lips that looked pouty. struggle brought no surcease as the two hounds went to work to vent their pleasures. Blundie was still way too out of sorts to argue and well, she'd been done this way before and didn;t have to enjoy it.

Two large, moist tubes of grissle skidded deeply into wells still slick from previous reaming and Blundie, drunk as she was, was in no position to refuse the advances. Advances that were soon turning her around again and she started heating up faster than her houders, orgasms building from her booted toes and warming her as they went. Blundie was on a roller coaster again and speeding toward bliss as she continued to be hounded. Good, stiff pricks and a good battering had Blundie slamming orgasms again and wanting her newest lovers to continue all night long. Those newest of her lovers, however, had other ideas and spent themselves inside her too quickly, withdrawing now and claiming their victory with a lifting of legs that showered the patsy before they turned to higher, drier ground before lying down and licking themselves on jobs well done. Batty's duo seemed to last just a little longer before they, too, lay down to get a deserved rest.

"Begora..." Went Officer Shaemus O'Leary. "The hussies... We can add bestiality to the charges..."

To prove his ire and the ire of his partner, both used night sticks to batter the duo alomost senseless. Neither Crime fighter had a chance to explain herself before both were thrown into a Black Maria for a journey to pockey. A journey that was to take several hours and not be comfortable for the two patsies. O'Leary and his partner had been charged with picking up the dregs of the streets for transportation to a warmer environment and the usual suspects already on board were already ready to claim the newbies as their own bunk mates. Blundie's head was swiftly between two smelly, meaty thighs as she was forced to lap while another hooker had a dirty leather glove well up Blundie's normal well. The Bat-t-t was deep throating Polish sausage while Bertrand the Butt Banger, as he was known, plumbed his favorite orifice of the Female kind. Some sex, as we know, the Bat-t-t had grown to love.

As the journey continued, more passengers were added, all who seemed to know each other and seemed willing to share the joys of the Holiday season. Those joys were Blundie and Batty who were the only ones to make all the rounds. The Cops seemed to have an idea that their charges never needed restroom facilities so Blundie and Batty became those facilities as well. Their catsuits had been zippered closed by now so, when they had to go, they carried their own (And all the others') waste with them. Both sloshed audibly when the vehicle finally stopped and they were trouped out to be booked.

"You don't understand... *I* am Bludah Broad..." Went Blundie. "And this is the Bat-t-t... We're well known crime fighters... We're on your side..."

"Blunder Broad's a Brunette and the Bat-t-t wears that stupid cowl, not a Blond and a redhead..." Went the huge Matron shoving the duo in the showers with instructions to lave themselves well. Blundie and the Bat-t-t had forgotten they still wore the sex doll masks which Blundie swore to throw away when they got out.

Fortunately for Blundie, her sometime boyfriend Dirk was on duty and happened by as she was being booked. Quickly, he explained that Blundie was sometimes wont to get herself in trouble but the trouble wasn't of Blundie's making. He quickly had the duo sprung and spent the best rest of Christmas with two very sexy, very greatful sex dolls.

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