BLUNDER BROAD- SEA CRUISE

Part 2

E.N.Cuire

Blundie and IK both awoke from their slumber weakened and depleted. Both felt like wet dishrags and their outfits full of their own sweat and the various discharges the crew had injected them with. Both, of course, were

still well bound and both gave up after a few minutes of struggle that succeded only in tightning their bonds

about them.

Neither spoke to the other. They couldn't. Their mouths were still gagged but both rued the suffering inflicted on the other. Neither would have admitted to the orgasms suffered (?) or the excitement the degradation had brought to them. Both, however, were good and ready for some fresh libation in the form of a decent breakfast

and turned toward the splashings coming from the entrance to their prison. The ship had, mercifully, come to rest

so at least Blundie's plugs weren't causing her that much discomfort right now.

"Here they are... The two we decided to keep... The two who DARED to attack us..."

The speaker, of course, was Butch and she was accompanied by a redhead who was at least Blundie's height.

"Should I know her?" Thought Blundie. "Surely she must be an Amazon, too..."

The long tressed Woman was attired in pants of the softest terra cotta leather, bloused into boots that were cuffed down at their tops and still reached the remarkable beautie's crotch. Boots of shining black rubber that

matched the gauntlets she wore bloused over the sleeves of a blouse of finest white kidd. Over the lowcut blouse

that displayed a veritable canyon was a vest that matched the pants.

"Good work... I'm sure these two will do nicely..." Said the Woman. "I hope they can take more than those

Policewomen we kidnapped. Santiago was upset about them... They died too soon..."

"Helena, do we get to watch again, this time?" Asked Butch. "Their performance in the bullring should be quite

amusing..."

The big Redhead was the Pirate Queen, known to all and sundry as Big Red due to her size and the color of her hair. Her given name happened to be Helena Montana, a name that fitted her completely. She turned to Butch.

"Bring them topside and get them washed up. They have fans to meet. Get them cleaned up."

"Do you want them in different outfits? Something more ladylike?"

"Oh, no..." Stated Big Red. "They'll do just fine the way they're dressed. Kink style... Santiago will love that. We

wasted money dressing up those other two and having the outfits ruined so they couldn't be used again..."

With that, she turned and waded away, leaving Butch to call a couple of crew members to help her move her cargo.

Butch, again, seemed to be far more enamoured of Blundie and decided that her plugs should be removed.

"Darn..." She went. "Where did they go, anyhow?"

It was too dark in the bliges for Butch to witness Blundie's turning to a crimson that almost matched the boots

at present being worn by IK. The bottles had been ingested so deeply in her two holes as to be undetectable

from the outside. Butch, however, wasn't about to give up and delved a gauntletted hand up Blundie's front

well causing Blundie a grunt of horrendous pain as the hand opened well in her to grasp the large bottle. Then

a tug-of-war started that soon had Blundie shuddering and convulsing in a cuming she didn't wish for. Her

cunt had taken on the status of what the French call a 'Casse Noisettes', a nut cracker, tightly sealing the bottle

well up herself. It's removal was causing Butch a lot of effort but Butch was one determined Parv. She finally

managed a grasp on the bottle and was s-l-o-w-l-y winning the tug-of-war, the bottle finally exiting with a

resounding 'THLOPPP' while showering Butch's pants, boots and gauntlets with warm Blundiejuice. Butch

felt justifiably angry as she now used the cumslick gauntlet up Blundie's other hole and delving deep again.

Again, Blundie, degraded and debased, shuddered as her overactive libido took over. In dire distress and

deeply delved, she shuddered out another series of cumings. Both Heroines, somewhat wider of stance, followed their captors from the bilges and up the ladders.

Neither minded the cold water used to hose them off. The crew had brought firehoses to bear on them and

what they minded was being slammed against the bulkheads as the deluge seemed to invade and lave every

square inch of the filthied outfits, outside and in. Then they were again zippered back into their clothing and,

as Blundie admitted, looked absolutely splendid.

Rolf had made an appearance by then and sneered at Blundie as he announced. "I get to take that one ashore

MY way..."

Truth was, Blundie didn't like the sound of that and shuddered accordingly. Somehow, she'd pissed off the first Mate and knew she was due to pay a penalty for her transgressions. Red nodded her assent and Rolf nodded

to two of the pirates who grasped the Heroine by both arms. Blundie automatically reacted, sending a long booted limb crashing into one and a powerfull gloved elbow into the other before realizing just how weak she

was from her previous night's accomplishments. (Yeah, too many orgasms)

She was quickly battered in both upthrusting boobs, fists going deep in breastflesh that seemed to swallow the

fists past their very wrists. She grunted in pain just before two fists slammed deep in her slightly pouched tummy

and took the rest of the wind out of her. Had she not been well held, she would have surely gone to the hot deck

on her rubbery legs. Quickly, now, she was wisked to one of the launches and thrown aboard like a sack of potatos to be joined by the pirates and the Mate. The launch was now lowered and awash on the ocean.

Rolf now reopened Bettye's rubber catsuit and allowed Blundie's attributes to vomit out.

"Thought I'd noticed that down below..." He commented as he cruelly attached two rings to already long ago pierced nipples. "Would have prefered to drill 'em myself..."

He now attached rope to the rings and, without hesitation, through Blundie overboard before firing up the engine

and putting away from the large ship at full throttle with rubberclad Blundie dancing on the waves and screaming,

pulled along by her suffering nourishers. The launch was headed out to sea and not toward the promised land.

How Blundie managed, no one would quite know. Somehow she'd righted herself and planted her stilletto thigh

high boots ahead of herself and was now waterskiing on the soles of her boots, still pulled along by her nipples

but well out of that salt water that had been forcing it's way down her gullet just moments before. Rolf tried to

turn the boat from one side to the other to jog the skiier from her booted feet but Blundie just kept on and even

made some spectacular leaps over the foaming wake from the boat. To say Rolf was pissed was an understatement.

Rolf finally tired of his little game that had served to give Blundie a nice douche while she skied and turned the

boat shoreward, finally bringing it to the wooden dock where the rest awaited.

"I hope that was fun for you, Rolf... She looks like she was enjoying herself instead of being punished... Dont worry... I'm sure Santiago and I will find ways to make this one sorry she was born..."

Just then a Rangerover came to a slithery and dusty halt, horn blaring for attention. A figure emerged from the back seat in camouflage attire.

"What is it with these people... Are we in a Land of Giants?" Thought IK as she watched the huge man swagger

toward them.

"Dear Red... So happy to see you... You've brought me a ship and some playthings, too... Will they last longer than the others?"

"Oh, Santiago... I'm sure these ones will. I have it on good authority that they are some kind of Superheroine Crimefighters who were on the cruise as a gift for all the drug dealers they put in prison..."

"Oh, my..." Smiled the letcherous looking, cigar smoking Santiago. "That will make it more fun to destroy them,

then... I like the look of the one in black... She gets to go first. I declare a Holiday so all my people can come to the bullring to watch their slow demise..."

Blundie's heart sank as she realized she was attired still in IK's costume, one of ebony rubber instead of her own blue one with the red boots and gloves. Santiago came and looked her over, taking good note of the still bared

bazooms poking toward him. He took his cigar and applied it slowly to one of the cheroots after puffing it to a glow.

Blundie's legs bent at the knees as the pain assailed her. "*I* will not scream out... *I* will show them what we

Amazon *Superheroines* are made of..."

When the cigar was applied to the other nip, her resolve almost gave way but she stoicly gritted her teeth and took the pain.

"Go-o-o-oddd I think this one will do well..." Said Santiago before shoving his cigar into an already salivating well and putting it out. It was all Blundie could do not to scream in dire distress. Instead, she orgasmed.

"Remarkable..." Said the Giant. "I think she gets off on the pain. Excellent... She will have plenty of it..."

Blundie had been in arenas before. She'd been in bullrings before, too, but would not want to remember what

transpired. This one was quite large in size thanks, she was sure, to all the money this Druglord could afford to spend on it. At least she was happy not to see any bulls romping around and waiting for her. Then she noticed

the pole in the middle of the arena. She had to. She was being escorted toward it.

"That cant be for me-e-e-e" She wailed to herself. (She'd been on similar poles before)

It was and she bound herself getting stripped prior to mounting. They did, however, return her boots and gloves

to her form before boosting her aloft while she started to struggle.

"GA-A-A-A-AGHHHHHH" She'd struggled so hard that the two pirates had scored the hole they hadn't been

intent on scoring. Her rectum gave onto an egg shaped apex bound to be an extra pain. She did attempt to halt

her own defilement by clasping her long rubber booted legs around the pole but was slowly being filled as she'd

been filled before. Even the tight binding around her legs failed to stop her miserable journey and she wept openly as she went deeper.

" She can sure take a lot..." Laughed Butch while slapping Rolf on the back. "Anyone would think she's got a

second pussy..."

Blundie shuddered again as a motorcycle was ridden into the bullring by Big Red who was also carrying something out of the middle ages. Well, not quite. This looked like a lance used in days of yore in what were

called 'Jousts' but this one had a huge red leather sack on it's pointed part. A red sack that looked somewhat

like a boxing glove.

"Our favorite Buckaneer, Big Red, will now display the ancient sport of jousting for us..." Announced Santiago

gleefully. "She's made this sport a little more high tech and will use a motorcycle as her trusty steed instead of

the more conventional horse... "

Blundie shuddered again, impaling herself aonther inch deeper on the pole that she noticed was located atop

a powerful spring. She was about to find out the reason.

"You'll notice that we are giving the whore a chance to dodge away from the onrushing lance by swaying herself

out of it's way..." Said Santiago magnanimously, smiling at the bike rider. "The rider will have to adjust her aim

as she approaches the target inorder to hit it..."

"So KIND of you, you bearded bumkin..." Thought Blundie. "Move out of the way of the lance and I lance myself

more up my poor TA-I-I-I-I-LLL"

The bike was revved up and Blundie had other things to think about. She attempted to sway but Red caught her

on the right breast with the first pass, spinning her around in the other direction and leaving her unsure on whether the Jolly Green Giant hadn't just ripped one of her appendages from her body. The second 'pass'

smashed into her other boob and rurned her again while sending her (too) many inches deeper on her perch.

The third felt like surely her head had parted company with her luscious body and Blundie was unable to see through her own tears.

Blundie was starting to look like a black and blue raggedy Anne doll but things were a-changing. Her tall,

endowed and lascivious body was starting to pump up and down on her own perch and she was no longer

attempting escape from the punishment being dealt to her flopping breasts. Blundie had gone into overdrive again and Blundie was showering femoil from below while showering tears of degredation ffrom above. She

was orgasming like crazy which was bringing cheers from the sadistic crowd.

"OLE..." They chanted. "OLE!" Each time the gloved lance slammed into girlflesh and caused another cuming.

"OLE!" They shouted some more when the bike ran out of gas and pettered to a halt. And "OLE!" again as

Blundie's head finally nodded down and Blundie went into an exhausted deep sleep.

END- PART II