BLUNDER BROAD- A SEA CRUISE PT IV

By E.N.Cuire (again)

Yeah, yeah, usual disclaimers apply... If you've gotten this far you have already sworn on Blundie's butt to be over the legal age so you can view such tripe... And, if you've read previous chapters, you must like this stuff and you're invited to read on...

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The luscious Bettye Gage was being passed around like an old rag doll while Blundie was busy with her little sister. The Invincible Knight was being vanquished up any hole her tormentors (?) cared to plumb and was looking somewhat bleary of eye. Kind of full, as well since some were using her as recepticles for their overindulgence in the local hootch and brews. Right now she was paying no attention to the plight of her bestest comrade who was hanging around for her next trial and tribulation.

Those who'd been paying attention to Blunder Broad had noticed that her nipples had engorged to sizes large enough to rival one of Santiago's best cigars. Her nostils were flaring and she was jogging herself up and down on her rear impalement. Blundie was horny with a capital "H" and was wishing her sister would come back and give her more lip service. Or that some of the hundreds of guys being allowed use of Bettye's fabulous form would ask for her body instead.

"This cant be happening to *ME*..." She wailed to herself. "I'm not a sex lover... *I* can NOT be horny... *I* am an *Amazon* *Princess* and we dont just get a horn on... Why doesn't anyone come and take care of my itch?"

The Godesses must have been listening to Blundie this time. Someone was, indeed, paying her attention. Right now, Big Red was commanding that a huge lucite trough should be brought into the arena and ordering another set of henchmen to fetch their prisoners. Blundie looked up expectantly as some twenty fatique attired men were led into the arena but then noticed the ties that bound them. They were, to her shock, US Army troups that had obviously been captured during one or more of the raids on the Columbian Cartel.

"What's going on? What are they doing?" Blundie asked of herself as four young girls who were obviously hookers came out into the arena, all wearing boots with extreme heels and soft looking gauntlets. They were now approaching the soldiers and, while each soldier was held from behind, kneeling before them, taking out their cocks and administring to them in an unsoldierly fashion.

Blundie had to admit that several of the soldiers tried valiantly not to allow themselves to become rigid but these little tramps were obviously highly skilled and, as they got the cocks to full attention, the girls snapped what looked like rubber 'O' rings around the base of each cock. Assignment completed, each girl moved on to the next while the 'done' soldier was prodded forward and forced to lie on his back so that Red could feed the engorged member through holes in the bottom of the lucite trough. Once all twenty were in place, Red waved a gauntletted hand and a truck moved into the arena and over to the trough. Red now nodded to the driver while walking toward Blunder Broad, an evil grin on her face.

"You've heard of bobbing for apples, haven't you, Yankee whore? Your next chore, whether or not you choose to accept it, is to bob for those apples in the trough... The idea, whorehole, is to get the prisoners to ejaculate so the contents of the trough is slowly released... The prisoners are all wearing cockrings that are acting like bathtub stoppers but I'm assured that each cock will deflate slightly once it has been milked... Oh..." She added as Bluindie was about to refuse. "Your friend and your latest lover will have to take over for you should you fail... Or should you go ahead and drown, whichever might come first..."

That's when Blundie noticed what was being pumped from the truck and into the trough. Yellow of hue and mostly watery of consistency, it had horrid looking brown things swimming around in it. "You've emptied the latrines..." She gasped to Red.

"Thought I'd give you your lunch... It must have been a while since you last ate, whorehole, and whoreholes dont get the best of feasts. Not here... Chew carefully now... I will allow you to stay under the surface for only ten minutes at a time so you shouldn't have any problem. If you cant deflate the prisoners, by the way, you might think about drinking your way out of your problem..."

TH-U-U-U-U-C-C-C-KKKK

Red lifted Blundie off her perch using oft used handles and carried were with (too much) ease to the trough and, looking back at Santiago, carefully lowered the not-so-Heroine into the swill lest some splash over her own booted legs. Blundie came up spluttering and Red used a gauntletted hand to push the ebon maned head back into the cess.

Blundie had to open her eyes. She had to see where she was going and what she was to latch onto in order to complete her assignment. She'd held her breath considerably longer in the past but now discovered that she still injested mouthfulls of liquid as she opened up to get her mouth round the first cock of many. Her boots, her gloves and her outfit were already filling with the horrible liquids and, at least, stopping her from rising to the surface.

It had been proven time and time again that Blundie, although she'd never admit it, was an expert with her mouth and had oft been famed as having the proverbial oral cavity that could suck chrome off an exhaust pipe. If there was any time that she had to put those skills to motion, it was now. She was already bobbing up and down and giving the first soldier a blowjob like he'd never had and one he would later recount to the unbelievability of his comrades, unless one of the other soldiers backed up his claim. (Most wouldn't since they had wives to contend with...) It took her seven minutes but the first ejaculated down her throat while she swallowedm knowing that an attempt to spit out the jism would result in an injestion of another, more noisome kind. She quickly moved on to the second not even checking if the trough had sprung the promised leak.

Some eleven minutes, a couple of pints of jism and a gallon or so of cess, Blundie was allowed up for a few breaths of lifegiving air before being ordered back down and onto a third cock. IK, Blundie's boots and outfit streaming with cum, was brought over so Blundie could see who she was keeping out of the shit. Blundie's sister was now down on her knees with orders to clean up the familiar outfit IK was clad in, seeming to relish the tastes she was licking from the rubber. IK gasped when Blunder Chick suddenly went deeo in her puss, the pleasurable sensation completely unexpected but not unwanted. She kissed so much like Blundie and with the same obvious expertise. "Are ALL Amazons such great cuntlappers?" was the thought that went through IK's pretty head. She was not requiring the aphrodisiac given her Buddy and the younger Amazon had her shuddering in orgasm by now.

Blunder Broad, meanwhile, was moving right along despite the liquids sloshing around in her belly. She knew she'd sucked off half of the prisoners but had hardly made a dent in the liquids, the cockrings unfortunately keeping the spent cocks in almost full erection.

"What happens now? I've got to PE-E-E-EPE-E-E-E... "

Blundie's plight was being announced to the crowd who were roaring their approval. Blundie didn't hear any of the cheering since her ears were where the rest of her head was. Under the surface. Blundie, however, redoubled her efforts and was taking the jetting cum from the fifteenth prisoner and trying to get her head above the surface for some lifegiving air. Red's gauntletted hand, however, was preventing the move and Blundie was in distress, airbubbles rising as she swallowed more of the cess.

"I think she's trying to drink her way through her ordeal..." Went Big Red to the adoring crowd. "She's going to be recycling the wastes any minute now... "

Blundie was making a valiant effort to fight her way toward the surface and cess was starting to slosh all over the front of Big Red's outfit then, Blundie's bladder could stand no more and visible proof of her recycling system could be seen as the rubber outfit expanded with liquids she was forcing into it. Red then allowed Blundie's head to come up for air for but an instant before forcing it down while Blundie was busy sucking in a second breath.

GLO-O-BBBLE

Blundie managed to finish off the rest of the prisoners. Somehow. She was like a soggy rubber doll when she was dragged out of the trough and collapsed in the pool of overflow at Red's filthy booted feet, retching and vomiting her most recent, unprocessed injestions over Red's boots. This action did nothing to endear her to her torturer.

"You'll lick those boots clean, Heroine whorehole, and get them all shiny again..."

Blundie was not happy at this newest chore but an electric cattleprod activated on the zipper covering her crotch sent her to lapping as if it was the one thing in life she wanted most. It wasn't.

Right now, Blundie could have accomodated the audience one or more after the other. She didn't know the reason but she wanted to fuck. Make that FUCK in capitals. She was finally allowed to her booted feet and facing her captor.

"Well, whorehole... You've demonstrated that you give wonderful blowjobs and that you'll drink the wastes of us Humans if given the chance... I wonder what you'd like to try next..."

Blundie's hands were making moves all by themselves. The gloved limbs had shifted up aand forward so her gloved hands could take her own nipples between fingers and Blundie was already twisting those nips in ways she'd never allow a Man to do. (Oh, it had been done TO her so many times but but she didn't like it).

"Ah... I see you want to play with yourself... Tell me, so-valiant whorehole... Do you want to play with yourself?"

"Yessss"

"I CANT HEAR YO-O-O-O-UUU... "

Blundie hung her head in shame. True, she'd been made to admit wanting to play with herself before once drugged with this or that aphrodisiac but it always shamed her. There was that time, oh, well, that was another story...

"I WANT TO PLAY WITH MYSELF. YESSS " She sobbed.

"Tell me what you want to do to your tits, whorehole..."

"I, ah, want to play with my tits..."

"Tits? Those pendulums aren't TITS... They're ABOMINATIONS, you hear? Tell me what you want to do with those abominations? Tell me how you want to abuse them? Tell me how you want to mistreat them???"

"I... I... I want to make my nipples hurt..."Replied Blundie while shaking her head negatively. "I want to abuse them. I HAVE TO abuse them..."

Big Red shrugged to the audience. "What's a kind Gal like me to do?" She said for the crowd to hear. "Should I allow this whorehole to abuse her nipples?"

The crowd roared and Red turned back to Blundie. "Well, at least take them out of that outfit... I might have something for you to do to them you might like..."

Blundie didn't need to be told twice. She quickly had her boobs out in the open and was twisting her engorged nipples with all her strength, tears of pain streaming down her face. At least, she thought, it was getting her off and her itch was being appeased. Somewhat. Her mouth had gone into a sexy pout and Blundie was cumming. Again. Her booted legs had bent and her hips had taken on an action that would have put her in prison if she'd been doing it in a strip club. She'd gone over the top. Again, and failed to even notice the large butcherblock table being brought into the arena.

IK gasped when she saw Red being handed the hammer and the bucket of nails. She also saw Blundie's latest perch brought forward and remembered the tale where Blundie had been on a like perch before. Blundie, blythely, just kept hurting her tits as she was grabbed, her down below zipper undone (SLOSH) and was forced down onto the connical rubber appliance intended to shatter her aplomb. Or her little asshole, whichever came first. The first she seemed to notice when the pain of impalement started and by that time, it was too late. Then, the motor to the appliance was turned on and the multi studded cone shaped dildo went into it's churning while Blundie's calfs were roped to her booted thighs to prevent her from getting off the perch.

Blundie didn't want to get off the perch. She was wiggling around in an attempt for deeper and more dire impalement, her oft abused asshole striving to swallow more of the stretching prod. She gasped, throwing her body this way and that while her gloved hands continued abusing her own milkers. Blundie was cuming along quite splendidly, drool now running from one side of her pouty mouth as she concentrated.

"Surely, this is not enough pain for such a whorehole..." Went Red while grabbing one of Blundie's milking hands. She quickly placed the hammer in Blundie's glove and then added a nail to the other hand. "You will enjoy it if you pound that nail through your boob and into the table we've set up specially for you..."

"Surely she wont... Surely she cant..." Went Bettye as she zeroed in on what Red was trying to do. Blundie, in fact, looked like she'd come to whatever she might imagine as her senses and looked about to refuse.

Bad luck for Blundie that Red seemed to get the same message. She darted a gloved finger on another button of the control panel she was using to operate the prod and Blundie's still wet hair started steaming and trying to stand on end when she was buttraped with a huge voltage that sent her luscious body into spasms. And another orgasm. When the shocks were turned off, Blundie eagerly placed the first nail, indenting it into her left nipple and, careful not to hit her own finger, slammed the hammer down, driving the nail through the nipple and into the wood under it. Another nail was swiftly given her so she could repeat the nailing with the other nipple.

Blundie was openly crying as she continued to pound nails through her monumental boobs, causing them to take on looks of quilted pillows but Blundie, in dire pain and hurt, continued to pop off orgasms that even caused her to miss the nailheads and indent her own gloved fingers with the hammer. Blundie's oft witnessed masochistic bent was in full swing. Again. And the pain and suffering she was enduring(?) had her going off at a prodigeous rate. She was well attached to the butcher block when she finally fell forward and used those quilted pillows for a well deserved rest. Blundie had passed out from overorgasmification.

Bettye saw all of this and was worried about her good friend. She then looked up to see Red's eyes fasten on her and shuddered. Blundie wasn't around to bear the brunt of more abuse right now so that left IK and Blundie's little sister holding the bag, as it were. Red strode purposefully toward IK and looked her in the eyes.

"Your friend seems to have gone to sleep on the job..." She said, still using the microphone so all could hear what she was saying. "It looks like I've been paying too little attention to you, Cutie-pie... You seem to have captured the gonnards of all the men here so we'll see how you like some of a different kind..."

Red nodded a command toward the two cuties who had just been standing around fingering themselves and they tottered off on their highheeled boots, returning with a huge stallion. Meanwhile, Red was causing Bettye more distress by injecting the self same drugs Blundie had been dosed with in Bettye's more than pert nips. "You're going to play Mare for my prized stallion... Isn't that exciting? You'll LOVE it, I assure you..." She added with a smirk.

Bettye's beautiful tearfilled blue eyes widened as she saw the Stallion being walked into the arena. THIS was no Stallion. THIS was a STALLION with a capital 'Ess' and all other letters. Bettye had heard of Blundie taking on the occasional stallion or two and Bettye had admittedly taken on as lover the family German Shepard during those long winter nights on the Farm in Minnesota but THIS thing was worrysome.

Things were a'changing in IK's system already and Bettye found herself looking under the stallion with growing interest while her opwn gloved hands strayed to her own puss and started rubbing it and the clittie that showed up for a little action of it's own. Surprise showed on her visage when her gloved hand came away from her lower orifice streaming in her own juices. Bettye was suddenly very, very horny and allowed herself to be taken to a table specially constructed, she was sure, for action such as this. Didn't even bother to comment when her booted ankles and gloved wrists were pulled and shackled to the table which, as she discovered, had cutouts that allowed her not inconsiderable breasts through to dangle.

"Since we're so kind and want to take your mind off the pain you're about to endure," Spoke up Red, "We're going to give you a little distraction..." So saying, she nodded to two other girls who now got under the table and started to manipulate two splendidly shapped nipples so as to bring them to full engorgement. Now, they used Bettye's long ago piercing to said nipples to attach two bell jars which were brought up to encase the lower part of each boob.

"GA-A-A-AGHHHH! " Went the former farmgirl as she discovered what the bell jars held. Her nips were being nipped by the dreaded South American Fireants, each bite feeling like a pinprick from dulled, huge needles. Her blue eyes were a'tear again as the slicejawed ants started taking their toll of ripe girlflesh but Bettye was already emulating her *Idol* and friend. The stinging pain, the hurt had started turning on her and she felt herself arush in masochistic bent and trying to insert more of her more than oppulent breasts in the jars. She didn't even take note of Blundie's sibling who had been ordered under the stallion to prepare him with gloves and mouth to cover the awaiting Fillie.

Blunder Chick was doing a great job. Her pretty mouth was well distended and slowly injesting more of the Stallion's member while her gloved hands carressed the huge scrotum of the beast. She looked, in fact, like a kinky girl blowing up a huge balloon and was soon bobbing her head back and forth while taking one of her gloved hands away from it's intended job and running her fingers deep into her own cavern. Red. spotting what was going on, quickly booted Blunder Chick from under the horse and nodded to the two stablegirls to allow the horse it's intended.

Hard to say Bettye's scream was one of surprise, pain or pleasure as the horse scrambled up the incline and plunged deep in a well already drooling in sexual ardor. Bettye's mouth formed a perfect 'O' of abject sexuality as the first thrust brought the horsedong to a six inch depth and widened Bettye as much as one of her own glove encased forearms would have. That was not enough for this equine, however as he used muscle to withdraw and plunge again, this time managing another two inches up a channel he was already really enjoying.

T'was hard to say what was causing IK most distress. The equine horsecock or the fireants devouring her now redhued nipples. Distress, however, was equating with painful pleasure and she was gasping as yet another two inches slammed deep in her, managing a shunt at her very cervix. The apin had turned to such pleasure that IK was thrusting back at the beast in an attempt to get him to go deeper and she was thrashing out yet another wonderful immitation of Blundie. She was cuming again. And going for another.

Red had, by now, allowed Blundier Chick to get back under the horse but this time from behind. Blunder Chick was tonguing the equine's balls with an ardor that made it seem she was in love with 'em and it was enshancing the Stallion's thrusting libido. The Stallion was seen to grow larger in it's comfortable, warm and moist welcome channel and nearing it's point of no return. Two girls and one big horse were working together to bring about that no return and the Stallion, with a final thrust of his loins, burst inside IK, firing off a salvo that seemed to be about a gallon of molten lava in content. IK's eyes widened as large as wedgewood saucers as she went off in her own paroxism of orgasm before again emulating Blundie and fading into a contented sleep.

The Stallion, positive that there would be a new offspring in the offing, started his slow withdrawel, seemingly bringing part of IK's inside skin along with the cock while Blunder Chick bent her head under the exiting mamber to catch every drop of horsey sent-mes that might come gushing from the abused well. As more and more horsecock appeared, the youngster licked and swallowed with ardor and, when the limp but still large member dropped out of it's hiding place, BC injested it and rammed it deep in her own throat, past her tonsils and deeper, attempting to bring it back to life for her own pleasures. She succeded and was almost gagging herself while the nag, some would swear, grinned in obvious pleasure. It took a little work but BC soon had the font gushing down her own throat while bringing herself off with her whole gloved hand fed deep in her own well. As she managed a cuming of her own with the big equine, she, too, emulated her Sis and dropped for a well deserved nap.

WHAT IS TO BECOME OF OUR HEROINES??? Guess you'll have to await the next chapter...