BLUNDER BROAD- A SEA CRUISE

By E.N.Cuire

Oh, what the heck... If you're in this group still, you must like this stuff so I wont go on and on about whether or not

you should procede... If you dont like it rough, dont read this. If you do, welcome...

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Blundie and IK were both happy campers. Well, perhaps 'campers' would not describe them since they'd just been given a cabin on a cruise to Jamaica for their daringdo in dropping the Washington Crimerate. Sailors would be more appropriate...

Naturally, Blundie and IK could not venture aboard in the attire we're more used to seeing them in. They were to travel incognito. One could not, however, get either out of high heeled boots (Bless 'em) Blundie had elected a

pair of black knee highs with six inch heels to go with her bloused beige leather pants, tight waisted white linen

blouse that looked about three sizes too small for her abundance and a beige motorcycle jacket that matched the pants, the arms of which bloused over her shoulder length ebony leather gloves. Oh, she did add a black

corset around her already slim waist that further accentuated her chestly magnificence. Bettye Gage was not

exactly more demure, either and prefered her ebony leathers with the thigh high boots and gauntlets. At least, she was not wearing her trademark lucite 'mask'.

"Isn't it exciting, Dana... A week of fresh sea air and a visit to the tropics, plenty of free food and wine and, I'll bet,

any number of eligable men to pick and choose from."

"Bettye... Is all you can think of? Sex?" Replied Blundie. "Besides, I haven't seen one other passenger under the age of seventy five..."

"Spoil sport..." Pouted Bettye as she stowed her valise. "The crew members are kind of cute..."

That's when the klaxon sounded for the boat drill and both had to hurry from the cabin, carrying their life jackets

toward their report stations. Betty was beside herself looking at the hunky sailors as they scurried around the decks and helped passengers don their life jackets. The first Mate, a handsome and huge man about forty was

suddenly standing in front of Blundie with a look of consternation on his face.

"Dont know how we're meant to get a life jacket over them thangs..." He stated with a reddening face. "T'weren't

made for someone like you, ah, Miss..."

"Oh, dont worry, Captain..." Replied Blundie... "I'll just hold the ends together..." And showed him, deepening the grand canyon between her mighty mamms, causing him to become more flustered.

"Ah... Right..." he stammered. "Lifeboat drill's over... Enjoy the cruise..."

Both our Heroines were at the rails when the ship set sail, getting admiring looks from the crew as well as from the more daring of the men coupled to the old crones known for these cruises. Both returned to their cabin in

order to look at the dress code required for tonight's dinner.

"Oh, look, Blundie..." Exclaimed Bettye full of excitement. "It's the Costume Caper tonight... The Costume competition... I'll go as you and you go as me..."

"That sounds like fun, Bettye. Will I fit in your outfit, though?"

"I brought the rubber one so it should stretch enough to hole you..." Replied Bettye, unsure whether the rubber could, indeed, stretch enough to accomodate Blundie's humungous 44FF hooters. "And our feet are the same

size, so the boots wont be a problem..."

When that duo walked into the dining room that night, all eyes turned toward them. Blundie made a wonderful IK

and Bettye made a more than passable Blunder Broad. Two oldters complained immediately of heart palpitations and had to be taken to the ship's infermary while the first Mate stood up and invited the Ladies to join his table.

Bettye nudged Blundie carefully. "See... TOLD you he liked you..."

Blundie looked doubtful. She never quite trusted someone who looked down instead of in her eyes. Unfortunately, that meant Blundie found a lot of people to mistrust but those were the breaks. She dug into

the meal set in front of her with gusto, however, even allowing the first Mate to get her to drink a copious amount of wine with the eight course dinner. By dinners end, she was feeling quite full and a little tight to boot.

"You two Ladies must surely win the Costume Competition in the lounge tonight..." Said the first Mate just before

the sound of machine gun fire froze everyone in the dining room and just before four big, masked men entered

with automatic rifles. They were followed by a Woman, cruelly beautiful, with close cropped Blond hair, wearing

turned down boots that still reached her upper thighs over crimson leather pants, a bbrown vest of untreated leather and gauntlets that matched the ebony of her boots. The room was still as she spoke.

"This ship has been taken over and is now flying the Skull and Crossbones belonging to Big Red. We will be

putting all passengers off the ship in lifeboats shortly... You will not struggle and will comply with our orders..."

"Them's fighting words..." Muttered Blundie just before launching herself at the closest duo of pirates. IK tried to follow suit and was clubbed down by the first Mate who used the heavy silver platter of untouched baked Alaska

from the table, effectively covering the Darling's hair and face with the ice cream and morange mixture.

Blundie took down the first duo and was already getting up to rush the second when the Blond's booted knee

made painful contact with a blunderful chin. Blundie's eyes crossed but she shook her mane of blue/black hair

and charged at her assailant. Well, lurched would be the more appropriate word. A sharply booted toe slammed

up under that already aching chin and Blundie started to reverse direction as her head fragged her abundant

torso upward. The Pirate followed her last kick with a mightier one so that boot toe scored a direct hit in Blundie's overabundant mons.

Tears sprang from those so blue eyes and pain was written over that sweet visage as Blundie's gloved hands

went south to cup her newest hurt and allowed another crashing assault from the Pirate's boot to one of Blundie's huge pontoons. This time, Blundie went to her knees which allowed the now rising duo two clear shots at a well

padded noggin with the butts of their weapons

S-PL-U-U-U-T-CHHHH

Blundie, as if in slow motion, tottered in a direction away from those rifle butts, landing in a predictable direction that had those monumental mammaries jiggling like giant jellos. She was out like a blown out candle.

"You were to take care of any opposition..." Said the Blond to Rolf, the first Mate accusingly.

"Butch... You were twenty minutes early..." Spat back Rolf with venom from his position atop the darling but

prostrate IK. "These two... They stay on board..."

After relieving the other diners of the jewels and money they were carrying, the four male Pirates swiftly encouraged the passengers to the lifeboat stations where they were forced into boats and lowered into the night ocean. Blundie and IK fared little better as copious amounts of rope were added to their costumes before each, still comatose, was carried down deep into the ship and into it's very bilges. There, both were hung from some

sundry pipes, their booted legs dangling in the detrious of noxious oils and water mixture that seems to inhabit the bilge area of every ocean going vessel.

It was a while before the duo returned from the gates of morpheus, looking around and wondering what hit them.

"Where are we?" Asked IK while licking her pouty lips and detecting the sugary residue on them.

"We were taken over by pirates... We may be the only two left on board..."

"Did they kill the rest of the passengers?" Asked IK in shock. "No one could be so cruel, surely?"

Their conversation was ended as they heard sloshing as people were approaching. Butch came wading toward them, her boots almost knee deep in the oilly mixture.

"So, the two gallant crime fighters are awake... I wanted to see why Rolfy was so addamant about you staying on board... I must admit, his taste in Women is improving, even though I'm angry you should have placed my men in danger... I must admit to liking your kink city getups, by the way..."

Her gauntletted hands had found what she had been looking at. Blundie's topside attributes. And Blundie must endure a lascivious examination of those mounds through their rubber confinement, an examination that brought

two oft abused nipples to point, rudely, at their assailant.

"Whoever did your surgery, dearie?" She asked Blundie as she hefted gords that must have weighed five pounds. Apiece.

"They are all *Mine*..." Avowed Blundie, huffing up her chest in pride. Butch hauled a gauntletted fist back and let fly, burrying her hand over the wrist in the pliant yet zaftig pendulum before drawing back and repeating the process with the other.

"OoooFFF Oooofff"

Tears sprung to Blundie's eyes yet she seemed her old self as she said, "You are under arrest for piracy... Give

up and I'll speak on your behalf at the tr...."

She never finished her sentence. A booted knee met with a rubber crotch (Blundie's) and Blundie tried to retch

just before the other knee came up and scored again. "You must be stupid... Here you are all tied up and you want ME to give up? Hah..."

"You may not understand... *I* am Ba-lundah Bro-addd and am a Crimefighter... You can not win..." (Yeah, Blundie, and the moon's made of green cheese...)

Butch just sniggered. "I'll just have to give you a little time to contemplate, oh so famous Crime Fighter... There

are a hundred and fifty men on this ship and you will prove ample amusement for them, I'm sure..."

With that, she turned, carful of her footing and left the two Heroines to 'contemplate'.

"Blundie... What the heck were you thinking? Now you've got us in trouble..." (Yeah, Blundie had never been known to keep her mouth shut at the right times...)

They didn't have to contemplate long. There was quite a bit of sloshing and about twenty Lascars appeared in

front of them. Twenty rubber booted, humungously muscled and horny Lascars who'd not seen hide nor hair of

a Woman they could abuse for the last three weeks. Butch was not one they'd care to try and rape. They chattered among themselves like little children in a toy shop as they went about the problem of unzipping fastenings designed without enough thought into two sexy costumes. They now used oily and dirty hands in exploration of those parts that had been best protected by those outfits, much to the degredation of both Women.

"You cant do this to us..." Went Blundie as she was forced into a bottom up stance. " You U-U-MPHHH!" She went on as she found two of her caves impaled with stinking, underwashed manflesh. She did try to struggle,

she did, but there were many of them and one of her and, Amazon or not, she proved little match for them.

Her well known (Well, not by these guys) automatic responses went into high gear and Blundie was juicing along

but moments later, almost cooperating with her own defilement, as the men thought. Blundie was, indeed, and

her tail went to wagging while her throat went like Lida Lovelace as the first of the many fired salvos well into her,

wells. She was more than ready when the first duo were replaced and two more plugged in. Darn it, she hadn't even had an orgasm from the first ones.

We know Blundie well by now. She rectified that problem with the second couple and coupling and popped off a couple before the guys were ready. She then greedily sought another. Orgasm that is...

Bettye was more than a little upset. Her guys showed about the same imagination as those now plumbing Blundie's best parts.

"Darn it..." She thought to herself. "Couldn't SOMEONE for once back door me-e-e-e?" She'd had her first experience with backdoor entry a few years back and admitted only to herself that she loved that degrading

possibly more than that Space Cadet, Galaxeena. "U-u-nnggg" She grunted as her first rapists were replaced

and one of her second ones thrust deeply and painfully into the orifice she so dearly loved to get fucked in. IK

went off like a firecracker with the pain, humiliation and, yes, the pleasure she achieved.

"At least they're leaving my boobs alone..." Thought Blundie. Too soon. Her hanging pendulums were now attracting attention of the guys who'd already fired off deep in her. Guys who just LOVED to torture and maim

boobs of those world class attributes (That's if they ever found any... Doubtful...)

The guys went and got some discarded electrical wire and were now busy constructing a wire bra for the Amazon, pulling the wire tight and tighter around the bases of the boobs that hung so pendulously. Already,

blood and oxygen flow was starting to ebb and the gourds were growing to hard, huge balloons, apifully making Blundie aware that, again, her chestly magnificence was to feel quite awful.

Not that IK wasn't made to suffer. She was. Blundie's attributes, however just seemed like more fun. It was even more fun to gag her, once the crew had reduced her to nerve ends from (too) many orgasms, her leggings and boots awash in cum, theirs and hers, and place her, legs well tied, astraddle the propeller shaft that hadn't stopped turning.

Right now, it was dealing with a sopping and drooling Blunderpussy as her gloved arms were tied to other pipes on each side of her, ensuring her 'seat' was directly weighing on the churning propshaft, the rust rough metal

causing her deep distress on puss and asshole as it made like a rasp file between her legs. After watching her for a while and noting how she kept popping orgasms, a duo thought enough to alter her composure by adding

an empty beer bottle up her smaller hole and an empty wine bottle up her puss, both of which went into vibrations

as the rough, rusty propshaft turned.

Blundie's eyes were glazed over as the bottles hummed and vibrated her tenderest wells and started working themselves way, way into the now sweating and orgasming Patsy. Her clittie, never one to miss out on action it's owner claimed to despise, came out for a little punishment of it's own on the propshaft, causing it's owner to howl

in misery. Her humungous nipples were engorging as well, open invitations for more mayhem on her bountiful form.

That mayhem was not long in coming. The lascars spotted the cigar length proterbances and swiftly found manner to deal with both in the form of two channel locks that were quickly adjusted to grip far too tight on the distraught Patsy's nubbins. Blundie wailed, unheard over the sounds from the ship's engine and in dire pain,

plumbed deeply in two of her holes, with her clittie threatened by abrasion and her nips... Nipped, orgasmed

again for all and sundry.

IK was faring little better. Her cum slick asshole had been forced onto a three inch pipe that vented excess

sewerage overflow so she was jogged up and down as pressure built then her own flesh stretched to accomodate it's being expelled before the events repeated themselves, time after degrading time. She was now suffering the insertion of a score of long pins in each milky white breast and her nipples had started drooling in

lactation. In tears, she was being forced to use her pretty, so pouty mouth to accomodate the wastes of the

various crew members who were too spent to get themselves hard again after the rape of both rubberclad gals.

She could do little to prevent her overjuiced bladder from release and the gush of liquids splashing down the insides of her thighs and into her boots.

"Oh, darn..." She went to herself, emulating Blundie's polite swearword. "I'm filling Blundie's boots and getting them all soggy... She's going to be so upset..."

It seemed like an eternity but finally, the Pirate crew was called away to do whatever crews do on a ship and the two Patsies dropped off to troubled sleep while still orgasming time and again...

END, Part 1.