BLUNDER BROAD IN HOLLYWOOD Part II By E.N.Cuire Ah, yes... Blundie is copyright to Stanton Archives and Eric Stanton. E.N.Cuire was given permission by Eric to procede with 'Her' adventures in the manner he would wish the fables top continue. If you're under 18 or, if you dont like kinky rough stuff, leave this tale right now. If you do like it, bide a while and enjoy... Blundie was not to receive the talked about shower just yet. She believed fully that she would as she was escorted to a huge gym under the mansion and pushed into what looked like a Sauna room before Avis and three others went for a full frontal attack against her huge breasts, getting a few knees up into that so abundant mons so well lubricated such a short time before. Blundie, orgasm weakened, went to her booted knees before toppling in the direction of her heaviest assets. (Plo-Plop) "Turn her over and get that barbell set..." Ordered Avis in full command of the situation. Blundie felt herself lifted then flipped so her headlights were prominently displayed again and just before four strong Women lifted a huge barbell set onto those prominences, bifurcating them and giving the Amazon a look of having four breasts. Blundie was starting to thrash around but was still very weak. Even an Amazon such as *She* would be weakened by just too many orgasms and, oh boy, she was weak... "Get the inflator... Should give her a start even though she's built like a fucking cavern down there..." This from Avis again as she continued to run the show. "Let's see just how much this one likes big things... After that, we'll leave her a while to some steaming of her own..." The inflator turned out to be what looked like a huge pickle covered in many, many nodes and it was quickly stuffed between Blundie's well shaped lips. (Yeah, guys, the lower ones...) Even Blundie grunted as the huge appendage was pushed further up her to a depth of some nine inches because it must have been a good three inches in diameter. "Oh, shit, Avis... This one's just about swallowed the darn thing, cant we do better?" asked Sybil, an aging Aryan movie star who'd seen better days. "This one should be made to really suffer..." "Oh, Sybil... I should have remembered how much you like to hurt others... There's another inflator right behind you and I'm sure you know where to put it..." Sybil did and Sybil did. Intense pain assailed Blundie as her other lower hole was bunged, this time with a little difficulty due to what was already occupying her other hole. "Get her legs, damn it..." Commanded Avis as she dove onto a rubber booted gam. "Get the damned chains..." Blundie's legs were quickly coming under control as two chains were attached to her ankles and linked to two pullys that were already pulling Amazon legs into a position called a 'split'. Her gloved arms came under quick attention now and, likewise, were pulled well toward another set of pullies leaving the Amazon suffering and feeling as if joints were to come apart at any moment. The introdiction of the second dildo had wrecked any semblance of the Superheroine as Blundie, now in tears, cried out. "PLEASE!" "Ach... She loves it and begs for more... I shall shut off the offending noise so we dont hear her wails..." "NO! I'll be good...Mmmphhh" Blundie exclaimed as a moist pussy came down to meet that noisy orifice while cutting off Blundie's breathing byt seemingly swallowing her nose as well as her mouth. In order for her to breathe she must now use her tongue to try and part pussylips above her mouth which only served to make Sybil rub down all the harder as she got turned to mush. "Good going, Sybil... Ride that tongue like a cowgirl..." Sybil was doing just that and Sybil was not about to give up on her 'saddle' for anything right now. Blundie? She was just going along for a ride she wasn't enjoying and turning on to this latest act of Sappho. (Yeah, Blundie... Not enjoying it. Yeah, right!) Blundie bucked like a bronco when she suddenly felt her lower prods start to expand. No one had ever told her about the expanding capabilities of these stuffers and Blundie could feel her lower parts expanding painfully while the stuffers went into a mode called vibration. Blundie had been stuffed before but she was now being STUFFED and wondered about the whereabouts of Sir Dastardly who might have designed such torture for her. "Euch... What's that stuff?" Said Eunice, one of the others present. That 'stuff' was Blundie milk and it was seeping from under the bar of the barbelles. "That's Mamma's milk... Dont you know anything? Looks like the cow lactates... Must have whelped and gotten her shape back..." "Shape back? Not this one... Look at those knockers, they make Sybil look like a little boy..." Blundie was seething over this discussion of her as if she was just a piece of meat and bovine at that. All she could do right now was just orgasm as the plugs lengthened to around twelve inches and ten respectively with growing diameters Blundie felt were about a yard. (They weren't. Yet. Only five inches in diameter but hugely painful, non the less). "Time to let her get hot and bothered on her own, ladeeze..." Said Avis with an evil grin. "Sybil, get off that mouth and put something else in it..." Sybil, who'd endured the best tonguefest she'd ever had wasn't all too pleased at being deprived of what she was enjoying. "I guess this hosepipe will do the trick... Gotta go potty first..." With that, Sybil went potty and there was nothing Blundie could do to not swallow, mouth to mouth as she was with Sybil's best parts. "Hey... No fair... I have to go too..." "Me too..." Said another as she pulled Stbil off Blundie and replaced her. That one was replaced by another and yet another clambered aboard and, all too soon, Blundie was feeling like her eyeballs were going to start floating. Bludnie was F-U-L-L with no way of letting liquid escape. "Hey, you sure she's not pregnant instead of having whelped?" Asked Eunice as she saw how distended the Amazon's tum had become." "Nah... Bitches like this one just get that way when they drink too much... Tummy'll go down when theheat builds up in here... Guaranteed..." Blundie found herself left to her own devices. The hose had been turned on and was producing a trickle of water down a blunderfull gullet to slosh around with the other liquids Blundie had consumed and the growing prods weren't helping her demeanor any, either. Blundie was suffering. Again... "What did *I* do to deserve this? All I wanted was to play myself in a movie and my Agent told me how to get the part... Holy Hera, Women can be such Bitches..." Blundie was left to her own devices for a while, temperature in the sauna climbing and climbing while Blundie's prods continued to grow and vibrate. She was in deep distress, liquids sloshing around in her body while more liquids of the sweat variety sloshed around in her costume, her long boots and gloves. Trouble with a sauna was that it was horribly humid which was adding to the not- so-Heroine's discomfort. And, of course, the excercise she was being forced to endure by the vibration of the growing monstrosities in her wells. "They'll be able to drive a Semi rig in my poor pussycat before too long..." She wailed to herself. "Surely I cant endure too much more stretching..." (Short memory span, our Blundie... She'd oft proved at the pens of Stanton that she could and would accept a huge stretching...) Orgasming again and again, she managed to doze off for a while. Meanwhile, Blundie's Agent was being serviced by Sybil, to the amuzement of Avis and the others. Bad for Blundie, perhaps, the fact that he'd consumed quite a bit of alcohol so it took a while to get him off despite Sybil's best efforts, a fact she didn't like because she knew she wanted to suck off at least three other Agents to try and see which one would represent her. Then again, Blundie was forgotten for the while as Sybil accepted another of those Agents in her well known asshole while still working on Blundie's. Her ebony PVC catsuit and her kneehigh patent boots were covered in gysm when the two agents withdrew and fired their salvos at the well known slut. As she straightened up with a smile she turned to Avis. "Think that whorehole can lick this stuff off me?" "Oh. my..." Said Avis. "I forgot all about whorehole... She's due for some more abuse by now..." Blundie was bleary eyed when some twenty Women from the party trouped in and she was dragged from the sauna, limp as a wet dishrag. She was then taken and tied, erect, in the showers and was hit by almost freezing water from two sides after her costume had been rezipped and her mouth fitted with an oversize ballgag. "Darn them. At least they're DRY in their rubber outfits..." She plainted again. "It's not fair. Everyone is so cruel to me-e-e-e..." "She looks almost full term pregnant now..." Said Sybil relishing Blundie's obvious distress. When are we going to let her go pee?" "Who'd have the guts to unplug her?" Smiled Avis. "Let's see... What about that starlet wannabe in the red, white and blue... Yhe one with the vute white boots and white gauntlets..." "Oo-o-oH yesss. She'd do it if you told her you'd give her picture and resume to your Huisband... You dont think he's already pronged her, do you?" "If she's smart enough, she'll know that a Wife's blessing in Hollywood means a big, big difference... Eunice, fetch..." Eunice fetched and Blundie found herself staring at a fetching young Miss with eyes as blue as her own and cornflower Blond hair. The pretty girl had an air of innocence about her that belied a body out of Stanton, a body attired in a cute cowgirl outfit of red, white and blue and that sought valiantly to conceal the girl's obvious attributes. Blundie also noted that she was wearing white leather boots cut a'la Western at the tops that reached her upper thighs, boots she'd seen advertized as 'Sensua' Western boots at Mayas in Hollywood. Those, added to the white leather gauntlets and the red cowgirl hat gave the chickie a look like a Chearleader. "Beth... We're going to see how well you can act... What we want you to do is to unzip this captured spy and take whatever she has in her out... You do that succesfully and I'll see to it my Husband doesn't forget you..." "Is she a pregnant spy?" Asked Beth who had probably been under some cocks herself while Blundie had been taking on an army. Or a football team. "Nah... She just looks that way... You up to the task or not?" Beth licked her lips and stepped forward and, almost tentatively allowed a gauntletted hand to stray toward Blundie's zippers and, steeling herself for more dare, undid the zipper, passing it under Blundie's crotch and up to the waistband behind. She stared in amazement because there was nothing visible save the pouching mons between the Amazon's long booted legs. "Are you sure there's something inside of her?" Avis turned toward Blundie with a start. Sybil, Eunice and she examined the Amazon and could see no evidence of the huge dildos. "Darn it..." She exclaimed. "If someone took 'em out already, I'll have her head... Feel around in there and make sure they're gone..." Beth did, lunging a gauntlet up Blundie's twat. "I think I've found something..." "Greedy cunt... She's swallowed them... Feel around in there and get 'em out..." Blundie reddened as she usually did. Degraded, she shuddered again in an orgasm she hoped she'd disguised as the glove went deep. Beth, the trouper, kept digging deeper until only the cuff of her elbow long gauntlet showed. "Darn... This thing is HUGE... How did she manage to take all of it?" Blundie was not proud. She orgasmed again as the hand inside her grasped around the prod distending her even more and almost cried out, had she not been gagged, as the huge appendage was drawn sloppily from her. P-a-a-l-l-OPPP "How come she hasn't peed?" Sybil whispered to Avis. "She's GOT to be awash..." Blundie hadn't because Blundie was steeling herself, not about to give these bitches the satisfaction of seeing her degrade herself. "*I* am an Amazon and *I* will show them that I'm truly Blunder Broad..." She almost lost it when Beth went to rummaging around in her other hole. She knew they were getting pissed that she hadn't pissed herself but was little expecting Sybil to step forward and ram a gloved hand well up her... well. Elbow deep. And with all the force Sybil could muster. She lost it and became a veritable tsunami as her long pent bladder let loose and showered Sybil as well as the young Beth behind her. Sybil rose up dripping in urine. "I'll get her for that..." She said. "Eunice... Get Concita and Maria to bring the guard dogs..." Blundie was mortified. Angry at herself that she couldn't control her reaction to the manipulations she'd been forced (?) to enure and now knew what was coming. Not as if she'd not been there before and not as if she'd not orgasmed disgracefully before under similar circumstance but she still didn't like it, non the less. She found herself unbound from the shower and forced into that position most commonly known as 'doggie' with her tail well up in the air and across a metal bench that had been turned wrongside up so two of the legs became painfully imbedded in her abundant nipples while her thighs were strapped to the others. Her arms were now pulled together behind her and bound, elbow to elbow while bent cruelly so her wrists could be lashed to her long neck, bowing her backward. "Oh, darn... They build big dogs here in Hollywood..." She thought, eyes as large as wedgewood saucers. "They're not going to let that duo loose on *me*... Surely?" Oh, they were and they did, but not until Beth had been ordered down on her knees so her gauntletted hands could be used to inflate the first member. The dog, ready, lunged toward Blundie and scored a direct hit. "Darn dawg never even gave me a little foreplay..." Went Blundie's mind again as the greedy animal slammed his meat up her well before extending paws around her body for a deeper purchase and going into it's mating lunges, driving deeper and deeper at every single thrust and shoving aside any idea Blundie might have had at resistance. She was mushing along quite splendidly whe the other dog, perhaps feeling left out, tried to climb on from the other end. "TAKE HER GAG OUT... " Ordered Avis while fingering her own sopping puss. "Homer wants a piece too..." It was all Sybil could do to get the gag out of Blundie's mouth before Homer slammed down a blunderful gullet, deep and tickling Blundie's tonsils while just about cutting off her flow of air. Her head, erect from her bondage had held at just the right height to make access easier for the hound and Blundie was juicing along quite rapidly. Pronged from both ends, degraded and in dire agony from the benchlegs skewering into her nips, Blundie shuddered in a deep orgasm. Again and again. "These dogs know what they're doing..." She thought between cumings. "Bet that Avis has 'em service her at night while her hubby's out on the prowl..." Avis, meanwhile, had Sybil's blond head bobbing away at her twat while Beth licked away at Sybil's crack and Eunice used a glovd hand to encourage the youngster. The view of Blundie getting it from the two dogs was a huge turn on and one they were bound to enjoy as they, too, got pleasured. All to soon for Blundie, however, the dogs fired their salvos and sought to withdraw. "Oh, darn it anyhow..." She wailed to herself. Just not enough cumings for a self respecting Amazon such as *She*... The dogs, satisfied that they'd be seeing results of their efforts several months hence, did what every dog would do under the circumstance. They claimed territorial right on the Blunderfuck by lifting their legs on her from each end before curling up near a heater and going sleepy-bye. "Just like men... Get what they want and leave the gal all hung up..." Blundie's thoughts added. "D'you think she's learned not to spread her legs for our guys yet?" Asked Eunice who was now getting a tonguing from poor Beth. "D'ya think she's had enough? "Big broad like this 'un... I doubt it." Said Avis. "Trouble is, the party's almost over so we'd better get her shined up and back to her, ah, Agent... Someone must be missing her by now..." Blundie could barely stand but Blundie had to walk on legs far too long bent and tied and was more than ready to leave this place, even if she didn't have a role in the Movie. Then she found out that it had started raining again while she was undergoing treatment and her 'Agent' had forgotten about her and left her to fend for herself. "*I* am an Amazon and full of the strength of ten... *I* will walk back to Hollywood by myself..." Blundie set off down the hill, hardly noticing that her booted ankles were deep in rushing water. She was glad to be free and showed it in her long legged stride. What she was not expecting happened when she was a half mile down the road. The California phenomina known as a mudlside that came noisily down the road and engulfed the rubberclad Amazon, bowling her along with it's power so she became a bowling ball smashing into sundry trees and cars. The cars, at least, gave a little but the trees proved their superiority over the Amazon by standing their ground. When the mudslide reached flatter ground it vomited her out like a well chewed morsel and she lay there in the mud contemplating her aches and pains. "What have we here?" Came a voice as a strong light hit Blundie's face. "Looks like a hooker down on her luck... Think we'll put her in back with the rest of the prisoners..." Blundie was not happy about this encounter at all but, looking at herself, she could see that she was covered in filth. Even the continuing deluge of rain could do little about washing much of the stuff off her. Weak from oxygen deprivation as well as the past hours of sexual assault, she was too weak to object as she was manhandled (Dont you just LOVE that word) into the back of the prison van. "lookie, everyone... Look what we got here..." Not a question but a statement from a huge bulldyke in filthy leathers who was looking at Blundie's boobs with drool running from the corner of her mouth. "I get first dibs at Ms. Boobies..." (A very politicaly correct bulldyke here.) "Aw... Come on Lizzie. You got first dibs at the last one... Let someone else try her out..." "Well..." (She sounded just like John Wayne) "O'kay... Not even sure if this 'un isn't a TV anyhow... Let's see if she can get Doc off..." 'Doc' was an aging wino lying in a pool of his own vomit with bleary eyes that refused to focus on what was to be given him. "Ahh... That's alright... She'd never get me off anyhow... Too much booze over too many years..." "Oh, she'll try or she might loose a couple of inches off that chest of hers..." Said Lizzie in a threatening manner just before she unzipped Blundie's attributes and took a huge nipple between gloved fingers. She then applied pressure, enough to bring a bleat from the well beaten down former Heroine. Then applied a little more. "Please..." Said Blundie in pain. Again "See, Doc, she wants to have a go... C'mon girlie, get that lapper top work..." Blundie was bent to her task and her lapper went to work although the Doc seemed not to feel much. Nervous of loosing a nipple to the vicelike grip holding it, Blundie redoubled her efforts and started a blow job such as Doc had never had and, lo, had Doc's little thing a growing in her mouth. Meanwhile, the rapist known as Rickey the Rocket had shouldered Lizzie away from Blundie's tail and was already digging deep in Blundie's littler hole and proving why he'd gotten that monniker. He was built like a Titan Rocket and just about bound to ruin any (normal) gal he was able to get to. Right now, Blundie was echoing his reputation but her long tressed head was kept deep in her appointed task by Lizzie's persuasion. Blundie redoubled her effort knowing she must bring off Doc before she could vocalize a complaint and her efforts seemed to be producing a fair semblance of what is known as a 'hardon'. The cock Blundie was ardently tonguing and sucking finally started to spit but it wasn't the expected libation. Recycled red Thunderbird blew into her mouth and down her gullet while Lizzie kept the blunderful head entrenched. Putrid, smelly and vile, it almost had Blundie a-gag but Blundie had certainly been forced to consume worse in the past. Disconcerting, however, the SALVO that blasted her intestines and had her swallowing the wrong way as she shuddered in an orgasm she could not prevent. She was allowed to come up for air at last, her beautiful visage dripping with the pungeant yellow mixture. Not the end of Blundie's chores by any means. Tilly, an obese hooker in a dirty white vinyl skirt and jacket with down at heels knee high boots announced. "Hey. I gotta go, too... I got dibs on the toilet..." Dibs she quickly claimed as Blundie again found her hose deeply ensconsed in a slushy cavern that smelled like a fishmarket with weekold catch. She had been flipped over so her prominent parts stood up for attention while her legs splayed in an open invitation she didn't intend. What it invited was the soft leatherbooted foot (Thank goodness without heel) of a young girl who'd spent the last hour fending off Lizzie's advances and now wanted revenge on a Female. Any Female. And Blundie was, after all, Female and convenient at the moment so was about to prove just how commodious she was. Lizzie, meanwhile, had seemeingly fallen in lust with the Blunderful boobs lewdly shaking like two gelatinous mountains and, whipping off her pants belt, sought to see how tight she could pull it around the base of one of those mountains. Her booted feel against Blundie's other boob gave Blundie plenty of hurt as heels like stilettos dug deep in dug meet as Lizzie used them for leverage to pull the belt tighter. Then tighter. Lizzie thought that one bound freast looked out of place so stole the belt from the now sleeping Doc to be used on the other boob and the same treatment was repeated. Pain and egredation had again become her lot as she was filled with whatever recycled stuff the hooker had consumed while being forced, again, to orgasm by the booted leg that had gotten almost knee deep in her swamp. End- Part II