BLUNDER BROAD IN HOLLYWOOD Part IV By E.N.Cuire Blunder Broad was exhausted and still being pumped for her milk. She had been literally fucked for hours while the infernal machine did it's best to drain her huge, and now lengthened breasts which had, indeed, gotten longer but thinner under their punishment. "My nips will NEVER return to shape..." She wailed while accepting another rapist, more concerned now about those appendages than the routing going on in her slushy cavern. Her nipples had elongated more, and now would be measured at close to six inches if she'd been able to get a ruler on them and her booted legs gave pictorial and very liquid evidence to the amount of cum expended in her. She had gone into long suffering mode again and suffered along quite unmerrily not knowing she'd made new enemies this day. The new enemies were many who'd never before met her. The Women of the guys now expending themselves in the blunderflesh, Women who were non too happy that their guys would be too spent to perform for them tonight. They had grown bored of watching the Amazon get it and had gotten together in the communal kitchen to plan some surprises for the long sufferer. Blundie, meanwhile, spent, depleted, otherwise exhausted and while still accomodating, went bye bye as we've seen her do so many times before. This caused a flagging of manwant since nothing could seemingly rouse the not so Suoerheroine so Das invited them all for a drink while forgetting to turn off the milker. In what had once been a thriving saloon, Das held court with his guys. "That street gang from East LA is coming here tomorrow morning to buy weapons and then the Compton mob is showing up in the afternoon... Both gangs are noted for their avarice and will probably want to steal the weapons unless we can distract them with some entertainment... My old friend Blunder Broad will provide the entertainment along with another..." "Do tell, Das? That why you sent the Humvee limo to the airport?" At that moment a beautiful Blond was sitting in the first class section of a 747, a long rubber coat wrapped around a body even the folds of the coat could't conceal. The coat collar was up and obscuring her visage, it's blue eyes hidden behind a mask of ebony. Galaxeena was on her way to Los Angeles to what she thought was an induction into the Superheroines Hall of Fame. She was trying to get her first look at the Southland which was well hidden by the low clouds still dumping on the area. She felt excitement build as the big Jet touched down abd was the first down the ramp when the door opened carrying only an overnight bag. She spotted the handwritten sign with ease. It said 'MS. GALAXEENA' in bold, black letters and was held by a remarkable redhead with a body to rival Gala's own. She was also attired in thigh high white boots with stiletto heels and a plastic see through coat that did nothing to hide the beige leather very revealing micro dress it was meant to protect from the rain. "I'm Galaxeena..." She announced. "Welcome to Los Angeles and to our Superheroines Hall of Fame... We've a bit of a drive to get to your accomodations, I hope you're not too tired..." "Tired? Me? Dear, no... Lead on Macduff..." Added Gala thinking back to a vid she'd seen on her Spaceship a while ago. Gala had been on this World long enough to know that a Humvee Limo was meant for celebrities and was impressed to be treated as such. As she and her greeter, Rosa, settled into the luxurious vehicle she gushed her appreciation. "Oh, dont thank me... " Replied Rosa. "You Superheroines are so... deserving... Have a drink, please..." Galaxeena, as many of us know, had no tollerance for the Earthly concoctions that were labeled under the word 'Alcohol' but Gala didn't want to be rude. She nodded and settled back as Rosa went to mixing drinks. "If Blundie could see me now... She'd be so impressed... I wish she hadn't just dissappeared on us so she could be here in my moment of triumph..." She accepted the tall drink with thanks and took a long pull from the Pimms tankard. actually enjoying the burn as the gin mix went down her throat. She took another pull for good measure. "Gal could get used to this treatment..." She thought before turning to Rosa. "What is this drink called?" "Oh..." Replied Rosa with eyes on the heaving mass that was Gala's superstructure. "Its a Pimms Cup... Quite well loved in Superheroine circles..." "Oh..." Said Gala as she accepted a second helping. She was starting to feel light headed and all warm inside. "Are you a Superheroine too?" She asked Rosa. "You're certainly beautiful enough and you're built for it..." Rosa preened. She was, after all, an exciting and lovely Woman and no one could be blamed for mistaking her for a Superheroine. She was there to do a job, however, and felt that the Spacealien was just about primed. Bending toward Gala, she whispered her thanks and glided her well shaped mouth onto lips that Pam Anderson wished she had. Gala, just drunk enough, responded in kind. "Must be part of the initiation..." She thought as she sucked Rosa's tongue down her throat while taking one of Rosa's gloved hands and placing it on a nipple already engorging at the first caress. T'was not too clear who of the two were taking the role as seducer as zippers became undone and gloved hands started exploring this and that. The ride took some two hours due to the rain and the fact that California drivers have no idea how to cope on rainslick highways. Finally, the big Humvee made short effort of the last mile or so over the rough terraine and pulled up in front of the saloon. "Hey, Boss... That other Patsy's arrived with Rosa... Wonder why they're not getting out of the vehicle..." The vehicle in question was a-rockin' on it's springs, something the manufacturer would swear couldn't happen. Finally, the vehicle stood still and the back door opened allowing a long ebony leatherubber booted limb to snake from the interior. That limb was followed by a discevelled figure with a body close to that ot the other Patsy already undergoing softening up. "Hic..." Went Galaxeena as she staggered into the waiting arms of two of the henchmen while two more went into the vehicle to drag Rosa, almost commatose, from it's interior. "So, what took you so long?" Das asked Rosa who'se boots were sagging as were her gloves and one boob waved in the rainy air. "You told me to try and get her orgasmed out... Keep me away from that one from now on..." Das turned to Gala knowing she'd never met him. "Welcome to your initiation... You'll notice that we're in a secret location away from prying eyes so nobody outside our circle will know how you do here..." "Hic..." Went Gala again. "Good idea..." While Galaxeena was being escorted to the area and abused (?) by her guide, Blunder Broad had been released from her lactation devices and had already been strung up in another barn. Her long, crimson, rubber shiethed arms had been doubly covered, this time in a black single glove that welded both arms together, doubled so her hands were just behindher neck. Her chestly promontories hung down, weighted bt two big brass balls on rings threaded through nipples pierced so long ago and her long booted legs were held in a spay by a wicked spreader bar while the Beauty had been hung by tight metal cuffs around the bases of her now blood engorging breasts. As Das brought Galaxeena into the barn, Blundie sobbed and bore evidence that the girls had been at work exacting the revenge they had promised themselves on the wanton slut. Her own juices were possitively a-flow down those beautiful boots from the pumping of a gloved arm up her well abused cavern. "Blundie..." Said Gala in awe. "I'm so glad you're here... Isn't exciting? Our being inducted into the Superheroine Hall of Fame?" "Darn it..." Thought Gala. "Blundie never even told me, her bestest buddy, that she was boing consiodered and woul;d be here..." Blundie found it impossible to reply to Gala's questions, gagged as she was by what looked like an immense green pickle that rammed painfully down her traekia. "That... Space Cadet... She's gone and got herself captured too. She probably beieves this stuff about a Hall of Fame... If she gave it a minute's thought she'd realize that there cant be a Hall of Fame for Superheroines who need to keep their secret identities secret..." "Galaxeena..." Went Dastardly. "You're going to help us test Blunder Broad's right to be in the Hall of Fame... I'm sure if Blundie hadn't already insisted in being gagged she'd ask you herself... Do you think you're enough of a friend and Superheroine to do the job?" Galaxeena knew full well how well Blundie could keep on ticking while being abused. Hadn't the two played bondage games themselves, tying each other ant torturing each other in Blundie's own dungeon? Hadn't Blundie displayed her ability to have multiple orgasms while in severe duress? Gala, still more than slightly drunk, acceded. "Where do I start?" She asked. Das was beaming. "I've found another as dumb as Blundie..." He thought to himself. "This should be fun to watch..." "Boss..." Came a running man. "You're needed on the phone about the, ah, stuff for tomorrow..." "Oh, damn it, not now... But... Buisness is buisness... " He said before turning to Galaxeena. "May I call you Spacey?" On her nod, he went on. "I have some buisness to conduct... About a Superheroine who couldn't make the grade, I'm afraid, so I must leave you... You wont mind if my guys tie you up a little to see if you can take it, will you?" There would be nothing Gala would love more than a severe roping of her luscious bod except perhaps a proding of any one or more of her three holes. "Can they make it a lot tighter, please? I want to show you how much I can take..." "And you shall, my Dear..." Went Das chortling with glee. "Go to it, gang, get her packaged up..." "What a stupe..." Said Blundie. "She does love to be tied up and it'll serve her right..." "You guys leave the Blond to us..." Said Maisy. "Once she's all tied up you can come on back..." Gala didn't quite understand why she was being escorted out into the rain. She thought she'd at least be left hanging beside her *Idol* and friend but found herself in a dark area behind the barn. "Oh, well. I'm sure they know what they're doing..." She thought as her arms were wrenched behind her and many laps of rope were applied. She almost shied when two of the gals came out wearing chest waders and bade her get in what looked like a circular hole and then guided her now zip free puss on a thick pipe. She now started sinking as her booted heels met with an almost quicksandish resistance and she was being impaled. "They mean to see if I can hold on to the pole with my legs, I guess..." She said to herself as she clasped her rubber booted legs around it tightly. Problem with Gala is, as everyone knows, that a prod up her nethers caused her juices to boil and run and Gala found herself slipping further down the pole. "Ah... Guys... Can we at least do this up my annus?" "The gag. You forgot the gag..." Went one of the girls while another ran to get one and went into the pit to make sure Gala issued no more ideas. "We'll see you a little later, 'Heroine'..." Said one as they turned to leave Gala on her own. "Perhaps they wish to see if I can escape... " Thought Gala. "Blundie and I practised getting out of jams like this a few times...(Beat... Beat...) Well... Perhaps not quite like this... I dont think we were sinking in some kind of stinky stuff..." Gala started suddenly and injested another inch of 'lover' when something began to pump her up and own on her perch. "Ah... No-o-o-o... I'm being pumped... I'll never be able to hold on..." Truth in that last statement. Pumped up and down as more pressure was brought to bear on her insides and then, as pressure built that little bit too far and the putrid liquids bubbled and blew her pussylips apart, allowing for downward movement, Gala swallowed hard. The stimulation she was getting each time one of the gang flushed a toilet in the compound was having a dissasterous effect on the long booted Heroine and her overactive libido had taken over. She orgasmed and another inch of pipe was buried up her only to be torn from her again as she was pumped upward again and before dropping another two inches into the mire. "Darn it..." She said to herself, using language she knew Blundie would use. "I've got more than twelve inches up me already... Wonder how long they're going to leave me here?" I hope it's good and long..." She added after another, more powerful cumming. Will Blundie manage to save both of them? Will Gala be impaled unto demise? You'll just have to tune in for the next episode...