Blundie in fable land

E.N.Cuire

Blunder Broad was running through a rain forest, the storm rampant and water hitting her latex clad form like icepicks striking a block of ice. Blundie's makeup, however, was not of ice. Under that thin skin of rubber, she was flesh and blood. Ice cold water cascaded down her blue rubber form, into her long gloves and high boots, pattered noisily on the cowl she'd taken to wearing during stormy times in an attempt to keep her long, ebony mane dry.

Her long, booted legs churned through the rainmade mud as she was fleeing but Blundie had no idea what she was running from. Had no idea why she was running because Amazons such as *She* did not take it on the lamsky unless situations were dire. "Live to fight another day" and all that collywobble.

She crashed on through thick undergrowth, twigs and branches smacking her beautiful form with abandon, like whips she'd been stuck with many, many times. And still she ran with the power of Amazon legs used to much exercize. She didn't even give a thought that she was soiling her so well loved crimson boots so badly, mud and muck splashing all over her as she sped. She suddenly drew to a halt beside a muddy path when she saw another figure. Very Female and wearing a bright red cape with hood up, long black rubber gloves and boots that swam to the Woman's crotch which was barely covered by the shortest microskirt of black Latex Blundie could recall.

"You must leave this forest..." Blundie told the Woman, hardly panting from her exhaustive run. "Danger lurks in this Forest and *I* should know... Who are you anyhow and what are you doing here in the forest on this dark and stormy night?"

"Why I'm Little Red Riding Hood and I'm on my wat to take food and sustencance to my aging Grandmother... Who are you?" Said the beauty who had turned to reveal a visage not unlike Brigitte Bardot in her heyday. Limpid blue eyes looked trustingly back at the Amazon and send a shiver down Blundie's booted legs.

"*I* am Bludah Broad, America's premiere Superheroine and Crime Fighter and I must save your life, Little Red Riding Hood... Uhhhhh... I think..."

"Don't be such a ninny..." Went Little Red Riding hood. "No danger lurks in this Forest! My Granddad, the Woodsman, would have taken care of any danger... Please call me Red... Everyone does... Do I call you Blunder?" She added innocently.

"Most call me Blundie..." Went Blundie, prefering not to list what the others called her. "*I* am sure you're in immense danger. *I* shall accompany you to your Grandmother's house..."

Blundie waled alongside Red the rest of the way to Grandma's house and Red bade her enter for refreshments, grateful for the company along the lonely way. "I will make you some Elderberry tea while I prepare supper for Grandmother..."

And so Blundie nestled down next to the kitchen hearth while Red made tea and prepared dinner for Grandma. The tea was nice and hot and Blundie was relieved to be out of the rain in a warm, toasty little cottage. Red took off her cape and revealed a body no Grandmother should be looking at while in a sick bed. Mammoth mammaries encased and held by a cream colored, low cut latex blouse that had to be a wonder of construction in the way it displayed the canyon between the twin orbs. Twin orbs that poked nipples that looked like they were trying to get through the latex material. Blundie gasped and almost let out a wolf whistle in surprise. Blundie sipped her tea and could hardly tear her eyes away at the undulation of the pert, rounded derriere that was leaving the room carrying a tray of newlymade food.

"Ooohhh, Grandmother... What big eyes you have..." Blundie heard Red say in the bedroom. And heard the croaking voice reply.

"All the better to see you with, my dear..."

Blundie tried hard to remember. Somethign about this scenario was familiar to her and she wasn't sure just what. And then she heard a further utterance. "Oh, Grandmother... What a big nose you have..."

Blundie almost nodded in expectation of the next croaked reply. "All the better to smell you with my dear..." But the next croaked statement stopped her from a movement she was about to begin.

"I have your Great Grandfather's nose, damn him... What a lovely dinner you've made for me..."

"Ooohhhh Grandmother.... What big teeth you have..."

Blundie rushed to her feet and sped into the bedroom, her still wet high heels skidding on the highly polished wooden surface. Her rubber booted feet suddenly could not keep up with her speed and she was headed toward a large chest of drawers with the top drawer open. Her chest hit the chest of drawers while her noggin followed through to hit the wall beyond while the weight of a Blunderful body slammed into the drawer and slammed the drawer shut on Blundie's chest. She hardly sent out any noise before she was knocked cold.

Blundie was hurting when she started out of her nap. Hurting and having pleasure at the same time. She quickly scoped that her zipper down below had been unzippered, as had the two zippers covering injured breastflesh. And her breasts were bound tight by duct tape.

"Grandmother. Are you sure this is the best way to treat the hurt in her boobies?"

"Oh, yes, dear Red. See how they're getting bigger and the nipples are changing color. See how the nipples grow when I kiss them to make them better..."

Blundie's azure eyes went wide when she felt a rough tongue larrup one nipple and then the other. This tongue meant buisness and this tongue did feel go-o-o-d.

"Would you like to lick her nipples better, dear, while I take care of her problems down here..."

"But Grandmother... She hit her head, didn't she?"

"Yes, my child but the head's hurt is controled from down here..." And Blundie felt a huge, wet tongue larrup between her labia. Had to agree that the lick was taking care of her headache although she emitted not one word. The oh, so pouty mouth on Red was indeed, salving the hurt to her boobs and Blundie found herself looking up a black latex microskirt and between two crotch reaching cuffs of ebony rubber boots. "Naughty Grandchild... Comes to see her Grandmother wearing no panties... "

"Mmmmmmmphhhhfffffff!" Went Blundie when the pussy hovering over her head slowly decended while it's owner worked over Blundie's boobs so well. Decended to cover a Blunderful nose and mouth. What could Blundie do while being so well larruped and with her face in a pussy? She larruped back and found the owner of that pussy quite receptive while the pussy started to show it's appreciation of a Superheroine mouth at work. The she felt an invasion of her lower well that she just

knew was not a tongue. Heard Red utter again.

"Grandmother... What a big thing you have. I had no idea..."

Blundie was definitely getting an idea. She was in the middle of a threesome and one of the three was not what she, he, perported to being. But Blundie had already gone into overdrive so there was nothing she could do except take. And greedily take. Which she did while giving Red a tonguelashing she wouldn't forget in a hurry. "This one's been eaten out before and is no stranger to the ways of Sappho and Lesbos..."

Blundie was a Blundersandwitch again and busy taking with gusto while giving with ease, proving once again what she'd learned in Man's World. A good, stiff anything in either or both of her wells and a good bit of manipulation, specially to her breasts, got Blundie's blood to boil and Blundie was boiling along nicely by now. "Wonder if I can borrow this Grandmother..."

"You're right, Grandmother. I think she feels better. She certainly feels better.... Ooohhhhhhh... And look, Grandmother... She even gives milk!"

Blundie's breasts, well licked, tied and manipulated were drooling milk usually known as 'Momma's' but Blundie just kept chugging along, orgasmed again when Red brought her hooters down to meet Blundie's. Blundie was giving again just as she was receiving a libation from her own delvings in a very sweet pussy. She had Red galloping toward an orgasm of her own, wanted or not. Probably wanted. "This one's not the innocent she seemes to be..."

"Grandmother? Would you put your thing in me-e-e? Pu-l-l-leeze? I think I have a headache too..."

'Grandmother' proved most accomodating. She unplugged from Blundie with an audible plop and was, an instant later, atop Red and going for the gusto. Blundie used that moment to slide out from under them and beat feet out the door, tearing duct tape from her boobs and zipping up as she ran. She could hear the sounds of lustful sex as she entered the woods again for parts unknown and was soon soaked and muddy again, wondering where she'd landed up this time and in a situation that was vaguely familiar, somehow.

Imagine her surprise when she stumbled into a clearing and could see a cute stone cottage through the driving rain. "Surely, they wont deny a poor, wet Superheroine shelter from the storm..." She made her way across the muddy pasture and knocked on the door, smelling sweet aromas wafting her way. She realized she was famished and had not eaten all day, if one discounted the meal of pussy she'd consumed.

Hearing no answer, she went inside thinking, perhaps, that a Crime Fighter might be needed if something neffarious had happened to the cottage owners. Home invasion robberies, rapes and murders were commonplace thse days, after all.And once inside, she was struck by the familiarity of the surroundings again and shivvered, unable to put a gloved finger on what was tugging at her memory. And saw three bowls of porridge (That's Quaker Oats to most, thse days) on the table.

"Surely they wont deny a Superheroine sustenance..." She reasoned to herself and took a spoonful of the largest bowl. "Oh, yeuch... Too salty..." She went before moving to the second bowl. She again took a spoonful and almost spat it out. "Too bland. Yeuch... Cant thse people cook?"

Ever the optimist, she took a spoonful of the third bowl and smiled. It was just right and laced ith brown sugar, just the way she liked it. She settled into the chair and ate the whole bowl full before the cahir gave way under her. "Oh, dear. I shall have to get them a new one..." She went before realizing just how tired she was. "Maybe I can take a little nap. Just until they get home..."

So saying, Blundie went into the other room in the cottage, a combination living room and bedroom where there were three beds. She eyed the largest and decided on it since she was a big Superheroine. She got up on it and found it horribly uncomfortable.

"Oh, my... This bed is like a stiff board and I can get no rest on it... I shall try one of the others..."

The second bed was not to her liking, either. She got onto it and almost disappeared, swallowed up by it's softness. It was almost a struggle for her to climb out of it. She eyed the third bed, a triffle small for a *Superheroine* such as *She* but shrugged since tiredness was overtaking her. She climbed in and fell immediately asleep, the bed was so comfortable. And dreamed of the rape she'd gone through from Grandmother earlier that day, her gloved hands visiting between her long booted legs and hefting, tweaking boobs yearning to be tweaked. She failed to hear the Family returning home and would not have understood the grunts, anyhow. Unless again imbided with a Universal Translator as she'd been imbedded before.

"Someone's been eating my porridge!" Announced Papa Bear.

"And someone's been eating my porridge..." Stated Momma Bear, just as disgusted.

"Look. Someone's been eating my porridge and ate it all up..." Announced the scion bear who was too old for these tales anyhow. He didn't like the fact Momma Bear tried to still think of him as Baby Bear and wanted his porridge salty, just like his Dad's. "And someone broke my chair as well..." He added as he noticed, secretly pleased his small chair had been broken. He knew that he was heavy enough to break it already and had longed for the day it would collapse under him.

Papa Bear looked around the cottage and spotted his bed next. "Look. Someone's been sleeping in my bed..." He bellowed almost waking the slumbering Crime Fighter. Momma bear avowed like sentiments when she spotted her own bed and 'Baby' Bear spotted the well rounded figure atop his own.

"Someone yummy's sleeping in my bed and I get first dibs at her..." Not even his Mother's bellow of rage could deter him as he jumped atop Blundie and somehow managed to get her frontal zipper unfastened. "Oh, yummy. Fresh pussy..." He went waking the sleeping Beauty. She and Baby Bear's Mother were not ready for what happened next. He seemed to know just what to do about a denuded pussy and did it. He plugged in with gusto, it being the start of mating season and he was, by George, intent on mating.

"You stop that right now, Junior..." Went Momma Bear, secretly impressed she would not have to teach him about the Birds and the Bees.

"Aw, leave him alone... You can have seconds..." Said Papa Bear who knew about his Wife's daliances with other Female bears. "Maybe you should give her your tail so she can entertain you and let Junior have his way with her before I get my turn..."

Junior was already battering the Patsy's defences which had swung into high gear despite that her pussy hadn't been ready to accomodate a bear right then. Junior started proving that her pussy would be ready as he continued to plow in, some twelve inches of Junior already burrowing deep. Fourteen. Sixteen.

Blundie's eyes widened as she found Junior knocking on her cervix with a cock as thick as one of her calfs. Her mouth had opened but no protest was emitted before Momma put that mouth to good use. Blundie found herself larruping a pussy of a different kind to any she'd encountered before but Blundie had been driven too deeply into humiliation and other instincts told her she could be ripped assunder if she didn't give these bears payment for eating their porridge and sleeping in their beds. And bsides, there was the broken chair. Subjugated but never admitting to it, she gave and took, took and gave and found herself cuming again as, degraded again, she was raped.

Papa bear showed admirable restraint as his wife was pleasured by the female in red and blue and as his son plowed onward, youth being what it is. He looked good to his ol' Dad who was impressed that his scion was going to seed the female nicely. He'd also secretly yearned to see his wife getting sucked off by another Female and this one was doing it right so his wife seemed to be orgasming rather nicely and drooling all over the face giving her so much pleasure. Seeing her getting it was making him horny and he was more than pleased when his wife collapsed in a heap, spent from jsut too many good cumings and his son rutted his last before giving Blundie's innards a filling of white hot lava which sent her spinning in orgasm along with him.

"Now I'll show you how it's done bear style..." He said before he flipped the rag doll tired Blundie over on her tummy. He positioned her legs so they were down off the bed and apart and lunged. "You do it from her back, dummy..." He said as his huge member tore into Blundie's well. The wrong one. Not the one the son had used at all.

Blundie emitted a scream of pain as her asshole was stretched beyond what she could imagine and son decided that the noisy hole needed to be silenced. He did just that with his already rehardening cock, plugging in deftly and shutting up the noise.

"Wonder where he learned that..." Went Papa Bear to himself. "He must'a found that stash of Stantoons I hid..."

Junior was hard again and hard at it, chugging along in and out of Blundie's throat as his father chugged in and out of Blundie's rear. Bearclaws found zippers covering boobs and quickly had boobs flopping whitely before the claws clawed deep, paining their owner horrifically. Blundie wondered if she was to survive this tryst and if she'd ever be the same if she did, And stopped wondering as another round of orgasms shuddered through her with might. "Wonder if I can take this littler bear home as a pet..." She wondered in an unbidden thought. Then orgasmed again and found herself drinking of the younger bear while Papa filled her tail with his cum and swiped at her ass with a clawed paw. Both seemed amply pleased with themselves for mating season was starting off with a couple of bangs.

"Time to claim your territory, Son..." Went Papa Bear proudly. "You do know about that, don't you?"

Junior did but Junior didn't bother withdrawing from a nice, warm throat in order to do it. Blundie found herself gasping in desperation as Junior claimed his territorial rights on her his way. Letting loose an overfilled bladder down her throat and filling her so much she squirted from her other end. The end Papa had just vacated from.

"That looked like fun, Son. Not our usual way of calimign territory... I must try it, too..."And he did, much to Blundie's chagrin.

"They have just had the best sex either has ever had and they piss in me..." She wailed to herself. "Why are these creatures being so mean to me-e-e-e?"

"Come, Son... Let's wake your Mother up and get something to eat... Sex makes me hungry..."

"What about her, Dad? Shouldn't we eat her or something?"

"Ah... Leave her be. She'll get out of here if we leave her alone... Who wants to eat something that's just pissed herself?"

Possibly a good thing Blundie understood nothing of the exchange. She would have been mortified and felt she was nothing but a rubber sex doll already. When they left, paw in paw, for the kitchen, Blundie dove out the window and was running through the rain again.

"Thank Hera!" She exclaimed coming out of the thick forest. "A cave... It will offer me some shelter..."

She dashed into the cave with full hopes of shelter. Amazons did not enjoy rain, even when well protected from the elements by clothing like Blundie's. She shivered but at least was dry and sank onto the damp ground in exhaustion from her travails of the day. (Read 'orgasms') Her slumber was again fitful, it having been disturbed by thea rrival home of the three bears but she was deep asleep when others came into the cave.

"Bloody hell..." Went a voice. "That's some bigass broad..."

"Grumpy. You have a certain turn with words... She is indeed big and we'd best tie her up before she awakens in case she's dangerous and sent by the evil Queen..."

"Look at all them zippers..." Went Grumpy, hardly put off by the comment. He didn't mind binding this broad in the least and showed his expertise as the ribber of this goup of seven.

"Dwarfs?" Went Blundie when she woke, feeling her boobs compressed by ropes around their bases. Again.

"Little people, you twit..." Went Grumpy. "Dwarfs is politically incorrect now..."

That as he drew her booted ankles to join gloved wrists in a binding known as a 'hog tie'. He then gagged her mouth with a pair of underpants aquired from Sneezy who'd nver been too careful about his body ablutions. Blundie almost gagged as she was gagged and her eyes displayed her anger and wish to say a few nasty words to these people of diminuitive form. Then she remembered Das and decided silence might be a better idea.

She did try to wriggle when Grumpy freed the zippers covering her best parts and used rough, work hardened hands to grope her boobs and well abused pussy. She looked incensed and, if looks could kill, Grumpy would have joined his forefathers. As it was, Grumpy was still there and others were joining him in getting Blundie going. "Oh, darn..." She made to herself as her libido took charge and as the dwarfs unreeled, intent on further exploration of her form.

"Atchoooo... Might as well since it's to wet to work..." Went Sneezy before claiming first dibs on Blundie's still distended well.

"Are all little people built like Dastardly?" Went Blundie as Sneezy plundered her deeply. Moments later she was incapable of further thought as Sneezy proved a worthwhile adversary in his plundering. Blundie quaked and it wasn't from fear.

The song they sang while one, after another plugged in and spent themselves in her was one she'd somehow heard before. But where? She could not think right now since she was racking along in orgasms. "Hey, ho, hey ho, it's off to fuck we go..."

And fuck they did. These little folk seemed like they hadn't had a piece for a long, long time, came back for seconds and thirds, uncaring which of her lower wells they entered and slopped up. Blundie didn't care either right now and just went along for the ride, not that she had any choice in the matter. Again.

"Not my nipples... No!" She exclaimed to herself as the dwarfs took turns at them, pulling them like teats on a cow. They quickly scoped that she turned into a Blundiecow with any manipulation and right now, the cow was giving, proving what so many knew. Tight bondage, manipulation and a good stiff one in either of her wells brought forth Blundiemilk for anyone cruel enough to pull her engorged nips. And she was producing as hands worked those nipples like best farm hands.

"I want her mouth..." Went Dopey, no dummy he. And he was more than ready again with Blundie's tail juices still on his huge cock. He ripped the gag from her mouth and, without ceremony, plugged in deep. And started a see-sawing he knew would bring him renewed pleasure. The talk had stopped so all the sounds that could be heard were, grunts from the sex object and the slop-slop sounds from wet and jucing wells as cocks continued to plunder. The patsy's eyes had gone glazed as she continued to cum prittily for the dwarfs, trying eagerly to accomodate them even better. She was succeding. She'd gone into the acceptance mode again where cotinuous plugging was her due and was now greedily proving to Dopey that she could suck cock like no other Woman. She'd perhaps forgotten that he'd already spent himself on both her cunt and ass and was considering herself lucky taht this one was lasting a long, long time. She jsut wished they'd give her boobs more attention and hurt them some more.

They did. They found that her nipples had been pierced so long ago and, as libidos wore down, threaded rings into those piercings, now threading ropes through them and tugging her upward after all had taken turns down her throat. She screamed as she was once again dangled from her danglers and shuddered in a painful cuming which just made things more severe for her boobs.

"*I* (Uh) am an Amazon (Uh) Princess (Uh) and I can (Uh) take this. (Uhhhhhh)"

All activity ceased and the seven looked at Blundie in awe. "She says she's a Princess. Can it be she can be the one to awaken Snow?"

Blundie understood not a word as, masochistically, she orgasmed again. Suddenly, her captors were washing her with soap and water from a bunch of buckets and had lowered her form to the floor again. "Don't they want *Me* any more? What will become of me if they just leave me all tied up?"

They didn't leave her bound but still left her unable to run away, her gloved arms tied behid her now, elbows bent so her gloved wrists were behind her neck. They also provided a spreader bar made from an old mine prop and lashed between booted ankles so she must take mincing steps on high heeled boots as they now persuaded her along, deeper into the mine.

Again, Blundie wondered at striking memories as she spotted a bed that seemed to be covered in a huge glass cover that was sitting in the middle of a candle lit cave!rn. On a closer look, there was a Brunette so beautifully arranged on the bed and strikingly attired.

Blundie noted the frilly cream latex blouse, low cut to reveal wonderful mounds that would promise enormous pleasure for any man. The blouse sleeves were bloused into ebony latex gauntlets which flared out over the elbows, not unlike those work by her friend IK. The hand parts of the gauntlets rested at each side of a splayed pussy that would send most men and many women into paroxisms of desire ad wheich was centered in an opening in cream latex flared jodphurs which, in turn, were fed into the tops of black rubber boots that reached mid knee and sported heels equally as skyscraping as those worn by Blundie herself. Blundie gasped at the ivory skinned beauty of the girl who's lips were cherry red and looked devoid of enhancement brought on by Factors such as Max.

"If you are, as you claim, a Princess, you are to get into that bed and kiss Snow's pussy until she's awake... If you fail to awaken her, the consequences will be dire for you will have lied to us... Only a Princess can bring Snow back from the sleep she was put into by the Wicked Witch, Bwitcha..."

Blundie shuddered, hearing the name of one of her most dire enemies but Blundie was Blundie and never one to take or follow orders without persuasion. "*I* will not!"

Fourteen inches of rough, thick pickaxe handle was shoved up her ass without ceremony and Blundie bleated in pain and humiliation. A battering of her boobs, tummy and ass with other pickaxe handles insisted how serious these dwarfs were about 'dire consequences'. Blundie allowed herself to be persuaded forward and onto the bed as the glass 'lid' was lifted by unseen electric motors and turned atop the beauty so her face faced Snow's sweet pussy. "It's not as if I haven't been forced to have lesbian sex before..." She reasoned.

Blundie would never admit, away from Amazin' Isle, that she could suck pussy better than any of her sisters. Her luscious lips bent down to unbelievable sweetness and Blundie turned on again. The dwarfs and the handle protruding from her ass were forgotten as she entered Nyrvanna and sent her educated tongue into an exploration that had her shuddering in want and orgasm. "Even if I dont waken her and am to perish here, I will have had the seetest pussy in the whole World..."

"Things, were changing again for Blundie. She was turned on again and felt something wonderful laving her own pussy. It was not, by nature, male, either. She suddenly realized that she was having her own ministrations repaid in kind while gaintletted hands pulled her pussy closer to the lapper. And the jodphured and booted legs were seperating to accomodate Blundie's wonderous efforts. Neither paid heed to the dwarfs who were overjoyed that Snow was awake again.

"See, dummy... I told you 'Princess' and not 'Prince'... Why do you think whe never gave us any... She likes girls..." The truth of the last comment, Blundie was finding out for herself, not that Blundie had any objections right now. In fact, Blundie had no objections for the next hour and a half during which time Blundie got the best licking she'd possibly ever received and paid back in kind, two superb bodies moving against eachother, both horny beyond comprehension but only one was well rested. T'was not Blundie who's sleep had been disturbed several times. Overorgasmified, Blundie finally surcummed and passed out.

The next thing Blundie remembered was staggering out of an alley in her own City and trying to remember how she got there. She was sore all over and all under as well and was soaked inside as well as outside of her latex costume.

"No... It's impossible... None of that could have been real..."

Her body, however, sang a different song and somehow, Blundie knew her experiences had cum to pass...

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