BLUNDER BROAD IN HOLLYWOOD Part V By E.N.Cuire Next morning dawned, just like the last. Cold and rainy. Two former Heroines were both asleep somehow, despite their night long cummings and goings off while in dire restraint. Gala was non to happy at being roused from her slumber but admitted to herself relief at being able to release her own bladder after she was removed from her pole. Unashamedly, she'd done so down her own long booted legs much to the amusement of the two gals who'd bee sent to get her. "It's shower time, Superheroine..." Said one before leading the way toward what looked like an old hotel. "How polite of them..." Thought Gala as she followed, docile and still believing the reason used to bring her to this place. "A nice shower then, possibly a good breakfast..." Blunder Broad had already been bathed while still severely roped. There was little she could do as she was carefully tended, washed and dried while still outfitted in rubber. Her breakfast, however, was not at all to her likeing. Not that she hadn't been used as a human toilet before but she didn't have to be happy about injesting the poop of an endless supply of badguys and gals who must have had some kind of horrendous banquet the night before. Galaxeena, the eternal optimist, really enjoyed her shower given the duo she persuaded under the water with her. She soon had them screaming in orgasm as she put her pouty mouth to work on their best parts tp appease itches, theirs and hers. She was rewarded with a wonderful breakfast that left her beaming. "What nice people these are... So hospitable and they like sex... It's so nice to be a recognised Superheroine and be able to show them how well we can make them get off..." Das, meanwhile, was outside where an Olds Cutlass had just pulled in, trundling on chrome reversed wheels and a suspension that bottomed at every bump. No one could be seen through the heavy, illegal tint on all the car's windows until a door opened and the Compton Street Homeys started climbing out. Even Das was to wonder how that one car could hold nine of the fiercest looking Hispanics he'd ever seen.. "Olla..." Said their boss, Ramon. "You have some nice toys for us, eh? Let's get a look..." "Y el dinero?" Questioned one of Das' girls who spoke the lingo' "Tenemos aqui..." Was the reply as one of the gang produced a large brief case. Das led the way toward one of the barns and through it's guarded door that also had a metal detector. The Homeys, however, knew Das' instructions about not carrying weaponry to his territory so had left their armament in the car. They'd also heard how the Pacoima Pachucos had defied that order and ended up somewhere off the end of Planet Earth... They'd never been heard from again. Narrowed eyes opened wide when they entered the barn and it was not the tables of weaponry or food that was attracting their gazes. T'was something very Female in shiny blue and red and dangling from a crossbeam by ropes attached to two gloved wrists while her best parts bulged hugely from a well parted costume. "Ah, " Said Das with pride and a little (or more) gloat. "I see you like the entertainment I provided for you while we enjoy brunch after your long journey... This one is available for your every sadistic pleasure and I will give a prize for the one of you who can make her cry 'enough'... Let us enjoy some good coffee before you begin..." "Mano..." Went Ramos. "Last year we kilt a gal you said could take anything... This one is nice white meat... You sure you want her hurt?" "You dont understand. This one just LOVES to be abused, despite what she might scream out... I assure you, she's come to me for abuse before..." Blundie shuddered but, for the moment, said nothing. She was too busy cumming from the huge dildos thrumming away inside of her two holes which sent her mammoth mamms into jiggling like huge mounds of soggy mashed potatos. "Ella... Look a' the way that one is stack..." Said one, an obvious highschool drop out. "Eeff Concita coul juggle like that, I would be home at nights..." "Amigo," Said another. "Eeff Conchita could jiggle like that, you'd have her working a strip bar..." Blundie was not proud to hear the interchange. *She* was still America's primo Superheroine and Crime Fighter and she'd show them all... Once she got loose for a few minutes. Just then, Galaxeena was escorted through the door and Das rose to meet her. "Blundie's so lucky to get all hung up like that..." Stated Gala to Das. "Cant you do that to me, too?" Das almost choked trying to quell his laughter. Was it possible that he'd been right? Had he actually found another Patsy as dumb or dumber than the one he loved dearly to abuse? Looked likely he had. "Dear Girl... There'll be plenty of time for your own trials but, right now, my, ah, friends and judges need to see how compliant Blunder Broad is and, if she's even deserving of the award... They want to see how well she can take punishment.. What we want you to do is, pick up that whip and go to work on Blundie's body... You know how much she loves that..." "Oh, yes... I've seen her take an awful lot and her nipples just seem to get all hard when whipped. You want me to target them?" "Nipples would be good..." Smiled Das. "See what you can do about getting those prods further into her with the whip, too..." Gala took no notice of the glare coming from Blundie's so blue eyes. "She's such a good Actor..." reasoned the girl from Rehtael as she strode strongly to the table and chose a cat-o-nine-tails, hefted it in a gloved hand and laid into her bestest buddy. If Blundie was jiggling before, she'd now become an earthquake of movement as the lash fell mercilessly on boobs she was so proud of, leaving no nipple unburnished from the little lead tips on the ends of each of the strands. The jiggling got mightier still as Gala, with an accuracy born into her, scored hit after hit on Blundie's already outstanding clittie. "Olla..." Stated one of her audience. "That one is giving like a milk cow..." "Hermano... You dont know wha' a milk cow look like even..." Whatever. Blundie was spewing milk again. Every fiersome swack of the whip across the nipples was making her spray milk over the one doing the whipping so Gala's outfit started taking on a hue not too far from what it looked like when those bikers had cum all over her some time ago. Gala was getting angry at Blundie for sullying an outfit so recently shined by the two handmaidens she'd showered with and more. And the anger transfered itself through the whip to Blundie's now well striped body. Gala dropped the whip and made for Blundie, taking two humungously engorged nipples between gloved fingers and twisted each with a vehemence that Blundie would never have suspected. Squirts of milk eminated from the punished nips and drooled over Gala's almost as humungous superstructure and down the front of her outfit then into her long boots. Das was chortling with glee by now. This one had gotten so angry that she was now tearing Blundie's for'ard plug from her puss and ramming a gloved fist deep into that taut well made tighter by the other plug ensconced deeply in her derriere and causing a deep grunt from the punsihed one. She withdrew the arm to the wrist and seated it again to the elbow, withdrew again and went deep again, each time the glove coming out bearing more and more of Blundie's oils as evidence of the turn on Blundie was getting from the fist fuck. Blundie, being stuffed with anything up either or both of her holes, was cumming again and quaking in a degraded series of orgasms. Blundie was also distraught that her friend was the cause of her own degredation. "Oh, come on man... Let us have some fun with 'em..." Went the leader of the gang. "Takes a Man to show white hos how to hurt..."