Blunder Broad

Endfight

By E.N.Cuire

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She was, as she would tell others, the most desirable Superheroine in the World. There were few who would argue the point with her because she was indeed, most desirable. Standing six feet six inches tall in her thigh high crimson boots with their six inch stiletto heels, her curves were sufficient to send Hollywood Producers to the crying room.

A wonderous, sweet and innocent face was surrounded by ebony hair so black that it's highlights appeared blue in the light. Her lips were plump and the picture most Gollywood Actresses passed to their plastic surgeons as the knid of lips they, too, wished for. The forty two inch breasts with a tripple

"F" cup configeration stood forth from her chest above a waist that tappered

to a lean twenty two inches beore flaring out again over hips of a mighty forty two inches.

Her sublime muscleature bulged against the rubber of her boots and shoulder length gloves as she looked at herself in the mirror, the lights of her bedroom glistening brightly on the blue rubber catsuit she'd adopted due to the times her favorite bikini and bathing suit costumes were destroyed. Threated with her Island's Amazoil, the new costume, boots and gloves were virtually indestructable although the outfit had cost her a small fortune.

"*I* am ready to face whatever criminal dares to wander forth tonight..." She said to her reflection before dousing the lights and going down stairs. She was on the street a moment later and making her way at speed toward the warehouse district, an area where even the local Gendarmes refused to visit after dark. And tonight was dark. Very dark if one discounted the sheets and forks of lightning that highlit the rain pouring from the skies.

"Probably most miscreants will be too scared to wander forth on a night like this..." Blundie went to herself. "Specially if they expect to meet *Me*..."

Her head was turned by a vision in one of the few plate glass windows that were in one piece in this area and Blundie turned to recognise herself as she moved with regal grace down the street. "*I* look so-o-o-o darned good."She went just before something hit her smashing deep in one outhrust boob. She grunted as something else paid her other boob a similar

attack. Something that got her attendtion el quicko...

Her gloved hands swung upward with speed to cover those appendages and a something smashed her deep in the so-rounded tummy and sent her crashing into the brick wall behind her. She still had not gotten a look at her assailant and a fist to the face saw it that she still remained unaware as to the attacker's identity. Blundie bleated and Blundie tried to cover up but an uppercut snapped her arms from across her abundant body and snapped her noggin back as it hit under her chin, rattling every tooth in her mouth and lifting the hundred fifty pound Amazon some six feet off the ground.

Amazons were never meant to fly and Blundie was no exception. She descended to be met with a humungous knee that came up between hers with the force of a Titan Rocket, sending her skyward again as her gloved hands went toward that area of a Female msot vulnerable. She still had not managed to get in one lick and still had no idea who had assailed her. As she came down this time an arm seemed to wrap itself around her long booted legs while a hand grasped her ebony tresses and Blundie found herself being swung toward that plate glass window she'd admired herself in. And through it, coming to a crashing three point landing, her most prominent parts meeting the rough concrete floor.

Spla-a-a-tttt. And then Krash-h-h-h as her head met the concrete. She didn't, however, stop there. She slid across the concrete dusty floor into a brick wall. The wall failed to give and Blundie's eyes were rolling around in her head like blue marbles when it seemed that size thirty seven boots landed on her curvacious back, crushing the wind, whatever she had left, out of her. Her consciousness almost departed when one of those humungous boots tried to seperate her head from those lovely shoulders in a kick that should have been part of the NFL. Blundie was starting to ache in parts she didn't know she could ache in.

She screamed as she found herself going aloft again, huge hands grabbing hold of her by her crotch and hair again and dound herself swinging again, but this time there was no plate glass window in the direction she was swinging. Just a thick steel 'I' beam. She was just lucky that she was on a trajectory that was causing her to rise as she smashed head first into the beam, her long booted legs and huge boobs going each side of the beam.

As if in slow motion, she slit downward and ontop those so padded cheeks she so oft landed on.

"OOOooooffffffffff!"

About all she had time to say before she toppled over backward onto her back seeing stars.

"GaaaaaRa-a-afffffffff!"

How she had the breath for that scream, she'd never know. She thought all the breath had long left her lungs before the two size thirty seven or so boots landed in her breastflesh flattening the two masses that seemed to wrap around the feet of those boots. She could hardly issue a squeek as one of the thirty sevens tried to ram itself ankle deep in a well oft known for it's accomodation. Before she grunted again as two convenient handles were used by humungous fists to lift her aloft again so a knee could attempt a reconstruction of the innards of her rounded tum again. Blundie was one big ache all over and unable to prevent herself being lifted again, this time headed toward another brick wall and...

SPLAT-T-T-T-T-T-T

The wall refused to budge more than an inch or so and Blundie swore her innards had been rearranged somewhere to her rear as she went to her knees.

Her zippers gave way and breasts rebounded her toward her assailant like two huge rubber beachballs. Somehow she managed to swing a fist which landed in the assailant's face, staggering him. That seemed to anger the assailant even more and his backhand turned her three hundred and sixty degrees with such force her arms went outward like those on a Raggedy Ann doll, coming back and striking him again. His huge fist came down on the top of her ebony tressed noggin with such force that one of her booted knees came upward in reflex and with such power that it slammed deep in his groin. Both went to their knees in agony and Blundie got her first actual look at the one who'd attacked her.

He must have been over seven feet tall and over five hundred pounds. He was a behemoth and the ugliest male Blundie had ever seen. She mused quickly that she'd seen one like him in one of those books called 'comic' and which were not in the least bit funny. He staggered to his feet and placed two hamhock fists together, swinging them in unison to crash against her jaw and lifting her some eight feet, snapping her back so she thought her spine must have been broken and sending her head over heels to crash against the 'I' beam she'd previously encountered, one leg to each side of it.

SPLutchhhhh

Blundie did manage a scream of agony. She managed another when he picked up a huge fifty gallon drum, full of some illegal liquid a fleeing dope maker had left behind, and crashed it down onto her already aching back. Blundie was being solidly beaten and there was nothing she could seemingly do about it! Her gloved hands had no idea of which area of her incredible anatomy to cover next since the only parts of her not hurting were her booted toes.

Things, however, were changing. Not that Blundie gave a damn, opps, darn right now. The ugly assailant, his skin covered in acne like blotches that exuded a puss-like substance, was openly drooling from his broken toothed huge mouth. He was growing elsewhere and now allowing his huge paws to go forth to grasp her huge balloons and his thumbs to grasp her engorged nipples between thumbs and forefingers. His Patsy moaned.

As the huge behemoth toyed painfully with her nipples, those nipples began engorging further and now were exuding a whitish liquid that was dribbling over the gnarly nailed, rough skinned fingers assaulting them. A tongue came out of the behemoth's mouth and seemed to keep lengthening like a serpent exiting a lair until it tasted at Blunder Broad's oft giving fonts.

"Mutatorex like..." He went. First time Blundie could put a name to the face, not that she wanted to right now. Her well known defences had sprung into high gear and Blundie was, perversely, turning to mush as she'd turned to mush so many times before. She was adrool from both ends and in too much pain to bring her arms to bear in her own defence. And the creature's huge tongue was changing shape and size, wrapping itself around one of her giving nips, effectively nipping at it as it continued to spray for the Mutant's enjoyment.

One of the Mutant's hands went between his own legs before both hands went to Blundie's booted ankles to start pulling the almost commatose Heroine toward him. Blundie struggled as best she could but her battle was continuing to be a loosing one.

She felt her labia being seperated and something immense start shouldring it's way into her moist, already well oiled depths. She shuddered as she realized she was about to get used. Again. She struggled harder, flailing this way and that and trying to bend forward to grasp at the huge paws tugging at her booted ankles but her struggles only served to further the Mutant's entry in a well plumbed so many times before. Her beautiful blue eyes widened as she felt herself stretched to humungous proportion and stretched even further. She felt like she was being invaded by the Jolly Green Giant. She felt invaded and defiled. She felt like... She felt like she was CUMMING and shuddered in unwanted orgasm. Plundered, pilliaged and pummeled, Blundie reacted the way she always does and reddened in humiliation. Mutatorex was finding out what so many criminals, aliens and beasties had found before about her. Add a lot of pain, abuse and beatings to something huge in any of her wells, Blundie would cum for anyone or anything...

She gasped when some five hundred pounds of Mutatorex dropped on her cushioning form and went into a ritual known as 'mating'. She tried to turn her head when the mutant's tongue went between her lips. (Yes. The upper ones. The lower ones were already well occupied) And started playing her own tongue and tonsils like a violin. A well stringed instrument to be precise.

Blundie felt invaded. She felt violated. She felt like... she was getting the fucking of a lifetime... And then felt something vying for entry of a different orifice to those so well occupied and renewed her struggles and muffled complaints. Mutatorex was not to be denied, however and his second tree

started shunting aside resistance as his huge paws hung on Blundieboobs for further purchase. Already occupied by one prod of some four inches in diameter to a depth of (too) many inches, she felt another start an invasion of her pert asshole stretching her and adding tremendous agony to her already agonized body. She'd taken large ones before up there but it didn't mean she liked it and this time was no different. It was snaking past her splicter, widening that tunnel to one that felt like a four lane highway through a mountain but Blundie was already primed for meat and Blundie, in heat, was always, as others had found, accomodating in the extreme. And to the extreme.

Things were changing and Blundie was moving under Mutatorex like a quarter hooker trying to get a John off in short order. She was sucking back at his tongue and moving against her rapist with such aplomb that she would have surely thrown a smaller rapist off her now wanton bod. She was heating up faster than a gas oven. Faster than a microwave heats a hot dog. She was panting in heat and seeking to get deeper penetration from her latest 'lover', her hips rising up to meet every one of his battering thrusts as if she were a bucking bronco.

"Holy Hera, watta guy..." She went as she took to the reaming like a bitch in heat. Her hurts were forgotten in a pleasurable fog that seemed to envelope the two 'lovers', each involved in a battle which neither would loose. She was climbing higher and higher toward a plateau she knew she must attain and her assailant was climbing the hill speedily along side her.

Blundie was going off as she'd oft gone off before. Multiple orgasms were shaking her luscious, undulating form yet more sensuality seemed to permeate her very core. It was a battle turned greedy and both combatants

fought with mighty need. And lust. Neither gave an inch knowing one must ultimately loose. Suddenly Mutatorex was heating up even further. His body temperature was rising well beyond that of a normal Human. Even a Human with an abnormal temperature due to illness.

Mutatorex was sizzling inside of Blunder Broad and she sizzled along with him. She was riding him form benieth and actual steam was emitting from the both as they continued the battle that wasn't. Blundie wished she could scream as she sweated but was too greeded out to release the tongue she was sucking on as if it were Mommy's nipple. How she managed to get one gloved arm around that huge assailing body, she'd never remember but she rammed a gloved finger deep in her rapist's (?) prostate and, with a roar, he was pouring what seemed like gallons of molten lava deep in her innards.

Blissfully, Blundie mewled in deep pleasure. "Whattaguy..." She went to herself. "Waited for me to orgasm before he had his..." (Perchance she'd already forgotten the forty some-odd cumings she'd experienced under Mutatorex?)

Mutatorex was trying desperately to withdraw from Blundie. He'd had his and he was satisfied, obviously and squashed his huge paws down on Blunderboobs in an attempt to raise himself away from his most ecent conquest. Blundie's body (Yeah, we know she's got no control over it when turned on) had other ideas and had locked him in a hold the French refer to as "Casse Noisettes". The nut cracker where the Woman's parts grasp the male at the end of copulation.

The fight was taken to a new level and Blundie was undergoing a beating. Again. No bathing in afterglow here as the duo started trading blows, Mutatorex no longer the powerhouse he'd been before the coupling. Suddenly he was bathing her in a different manner as his bladder released and shrunk both members allowing his withdrawel, something he swiftly accomplished. Perhaps now fearing the Amazon he'd just coupled with since she'd kept up with him during the whole tryst. Staggering, he ran from the warehouse leaving the cum soaked Heroine prostrate on the cement floor and nodding off.

"What are you doing, Blundie???" The voice seemed to come from afar and brought Blunder Broad back from her slumber. Blundie, in sleep, had one gloved hand buried deep in her depths while the other palpitated an engorged and 'giving' nipple.

"Huh? Huh? Where is he?"

"Where is who?"Went Betty, otherwise known as IK, the Invincible Knight. One of Blundie's bestest buddies.

"Mutatorex... This means I've beaten him... I've won..." She went with a smile of yearning on her pretty, sex plump lips. "Lets get home for a shower and I'll tell you all about Mutatorex... Hopefully (Not meaning it) he wont come back to our City..."

End. (Or will it be?)