Blundie's nasty Halloween

E.N.Cuire

All Hallowed Night was not Blundie's favorite day of the year. Not by a long shot since Blundie had met with so many problems on that day over the years. She had no idea why these people in Man's World continued to celecrate a night where beasts and goblins roamed. And Blundie had met some of the worst, suffered under their tendrils, hands, feet, princks and more. Being a Crime fighter was not easy living and Blundie could avow to that.

"*I* have forgotten to buy treats for the little kiddies again..." Went Blundie to herself as the wind howled outside, as rain pelted and lighting crashed. "Surely parents will not allow the kiddies out on such a night... Besides, *I* shall undoubtably be called out to defend the City anyhow, so wont be here to welcome them..."

Blundie shuddered as the doorbell shattered her reverie and made her way to the entry. Unbolted the door and prepared to tell the little kiddies she had no treats for them. She opened the door to find a very wet Galaxeena standing there looking like something the cat had gotten to, leaning against the doorpost with a stupid grin on her face.

"Oh, it's just you, Gala... What have you been up to???"

"Blundie... It's just too exciting! I was raped and beaten up by some ten guys with shaved heads and lots of yummy tattoos... Caught 'em robbing a convenience store and, oh, boy, did they have some imaginations... Can you imagine being raped with two Liter bottles of Coca-Cola at the same time? And being pumped full of cum while the others took turns shafting me with the bottles?"

Blundie could. She'd been there before. "Why didn't you just call the Cops? There were too many for you to overcome..."

"But I did call the Cops. After I'd let them have all the fun before going to jail... They seemed so docile after going at me for three and a half hours..."

"Gala. You're not supposed to wear 'em out and then call the cops... You could have saved yourself all that horrid abuse..."

"Oh, Blundie... Boys will be boys... They were having so much fun..."

Blundie sighed. She'd never be able to convince the Space Girl that any other girl would have been seriously hurt, traumatized or both with such goings on. Just because Gala, Blundie, The Bat-t-t and IK could survive such abuse didn't mean all women could. Before Blundie could launch another diatribe, the door bell rang again.

"You going to have a Halloween party, Blundie? You didn't invite me?" Asked Gala as Blundie strode to the door and opened it.

"Who's there?" Went Blundie as she looked around outside. "Must be pranksters..." She managed before she came sailing across the foyer at speed, doubled up, before she struck a wall with the sound of a large potato sack beign dropped from a hundred feet or so.

"Ooooffffff" She went as she hit hard. She then screamed as she seemed to be visibly picked up by her huge boobs. Invisibly, if one discounted what looked like finger holes being poked deep in her boobs. She was suddenly sailing across the living room and encoutered the far wall hard. Hard enough for her head to go deep into the plaster and drywall and hard enough that she was shut up completely. Then her zippers seemed to be undoing themselves by themselves. Gala was really impressed.

"How did you manage that Blundie? Wow. Think of the time I could save if I could open my zippers like that..."

Blundie failed to reply as she seemed to be dragged from the wall by a long, booted leg and found herself flipped, headed back into a large chest of drawers that housed her dining room utensils. Her now denuded boobs were firced into the top drawer that seemed to be slammed on the breastmeat while her long booted legs seemed to be seperated, as did her asscheeks. Gala even failed to wonder how Blundie's asshole opened so wide as to cause a scream of dolor from the Heroine while her long gloved arms weeked to be suddenly welded at their wrists.

"Charades!" Exclaimed Gala, pleased with herself for scoping the performance Blundie was putting on. "You're such a clever actress, Blundie!"

Blundie was remembering IK being attacked by an invisible foe so long ago. Blundie hadn't believed her until she'd witnessed the humiliation for herself. And now it was happening to her! And Blundie felt powerless to prevent what she was feeling deep where she didn't want to feel anything. She was being painfully stretched while being battered and the Space Cadet thought she was playing a game. She tried to say something and found her head bashed into the wall again while the drawer was pushed on harder so fork times and knives sliced into her boobs adding to the pain and humiliation.

"No, Blundie... In charades you must not give verbal hints..." Went Gala, impressed with Blundie's contortions. Blundie seemed to scream as she was filled by the invisible one's orgasm and then found herself dragged from the wall and chest of drawers, lacerated boobs and all.

She was flipped around and her face was now beign battered from side to side faster than her head would have turned during a balanced tennis match, her eyes slowly being swollen toward shut. Blundie still didn't know what her assailant was and Blundie was getting past caring. Her boobs were now being humungously squeezed and already started to emit shots of white liquid. She was lactating again and turning to mush. Again.

Galaxeena knew the signs but Gala was puzzled at how Blundie was turning herself on. She could see no assailant and yet Blundie seemed to be knocking herself around somehow and mentally, perhaps, raping herself into cumings Gala just knew Blundie enjoyed as much as she did. Right now, Gala would give anything to be able to imagine herself into orgasm like her friend was doing.

Blundie could have told Gala that this was no imaginary attack. No imaginary beating and no imaginary rape. Her invisible assailant seemed to have a penchant for Blundie's rear entrance and had once again ensconced himself deeply. She decided her assailant was a 'he' because no female was buit in such a fashion, if one discounted Bwitcha, who could give herself a huge cock with a spell. Huge hands, those of a three hundred pound weight lifter of some six and a half or more feet were crushing into her breastflesh visibly, finger dents displayed as deep in Blunderboobs. This was not imagination. This was... orgasm.

Another injection of hot lava assailed Blundie before she was suddenly flying around the room again and smashing into tables, walls and doorways. She seemed, to Gala, to have achived the ability to fly, although not well at all. Her boobs kept smacking deeply into the walls and her long legs parted as she came down on the legs of upturned chairs, painfully and degradingly injesting them before she was whipped off them and into flight again. Suddenly she was on her knees and choking, her rubied mouth wide as if invaded by a giant cock and she was bobbing her head back and forward as if sucking on an invisible member. She was. She and Gala just could not see who she was giving a blow job to. Both, however, noted the copious off white drool that flowed from her face, almost as if the assailant had withdrawn and cum all over her face. And she was dropped into a pool of her own juices. And his.

The door slammed and Gala turned in surprise. "Have you got a boy friend I cant see, Blundie?" She asked.

"N-N-N-Ahhhhh." Croaked Blundie in reply. "Did you... Did you see him? Why didn't you get him off me???"

"I didn't see anyone..." Replied Gala truthfully. "All I saw was you getting off on something again and loving it..."

"I wasn't getting off on anything. I was being attacked and raped, darn it!"

Blundie had barely staggered to her feet, her booted legs wobbling like two stems of jello, dripping all manner of liquids including her own blood from sundry lacerations when the phone rang. A shaky gloved hand picked up the reciever and brought it to an ear covered with sweaty hair.

"Hello. Blunder Broad here..."

The reciever was slammed back down and a streak of red, blue and ebony seemed to erupt from the house at speed. Forgetting even to zip up zippers undone so invisibly. Blundie was on a rush to Boot Gulch grave yard where she'd gotten a report of nefarious doings. She didn't even consider the location given her but, again, Blundie would have gone there even if she'd considered the date and location.

The area was darn and damp, rainwater drooling from willows called 'weeping' that seemed to be aptly named tonight. Clouds seemed to part momentarilly to allow moonlight to light the area before the clouds tightened again and sent more torrents earthbound. And Blundiebound.

It looked almost like whisps of heavy smoke or heavy mist surrounding the Bat-t-t who was undulating under another misty figure shaped somewhat like a man. Batty was filthied with mud, muck and what looked like cum all over her dulled ebony costume with it's blue cowl, yellow boots and long gloves. Batty looked like she'd possibly been repeatedly raped and beaten for a matter of some considerable time. She had.

Unthinking of consequence, Blundie launched herself at Batty's wispy assailant, flying through the air in a leap that would have been spectacular except that she passed right through the wispy figure and grunted as she crashed, headfirst, into a cranite headstone. And proved the Laws of gravity once again as she crashed into fresh mud, her boots almost to their tops and her gloved arms past her elbows in disturbed earth that displayed the grave had recently been disturbed.

"Wha...Wha... What happened here?" She went just before she was enveloped in one of these shadowy figures and found out she'd failed to rezipper herself before leaving home. She tried to scream as she felt her rear widen for the second occasion tonight but her scream seemed to be cut off as her throat was invaded by something wispy but that felt semi solid and like a prink that slid hugely past her tonsils.

Not that Blundie hadn't been in like circumstance before. Perchance not quite similar but she was finding out what Batty had already discovered, that these whispy figures were translucent only while being assailed but felt completely solid when assailing. Right now, Blundie was being assailed. Hugely, strongly and hard. And in the rear again.

"What is it all these... things have for my ass, anyhow?" (To answer that, see every BB stantoon ever drawn...)

Blundie would not be Blundie if she didn't at least attempt a struggle. She struggled and was repaid for her efforts by fists sinking deep in her boobflesh. Not an unusual occurance for her but for the fact she felt she was fighting back at misty air. Usual for Blundie was, she was also fighting a loosing battle against her overactive libido. The struggle had subsided although movement from Blundie had not ceased. She was moving differently, bobbing her head in her own volition while moving her tail to allow for deeper impalement. She'd gone over the brink again and was cuming along for the ride which, for the moment, felt quite splendid to her. For the moment because the intruder in her mouth chose that moment to donate a libation of a diverse kind and found the Amazon in mid orgasm. Blundie found herself gulping greedily because nothing could stand in the way of an Amazon's cuming. Specially when her bowels were being overfilled with something liquid and heated like hot lava. She was a more than willing recepticle when two others of the same shadowy ilk plugged in and movement resumed as if uninterrupted.

"*I* am turning tricks and being a treat..." She went to herself before realizing that she, too, was getting a treat. More than one treat as her pistoning kept going.

All good things seem, somehow, to end and this occasion was no different. Blundie did note that her two latest assailants departed im mid stream, as it were, pumping cum which was not so wispy and invisible at her face and all over her rear. Blundie grunted in frustration since she'd been in mid orgasm when deserted, lookea round for another assailant or four. What she espied brought a shudder to her as she noted a mostly solid apparition sitting atop a horse, dressed in eighteenth century riding attire replete with knee high riding boots and fierce looking spurs. The apparition was surrounded in a blue-grey mist and had no head. Blundie tried hard to dislodge herself from her mud trap as the horse continued toward her.

For a dude witout a head he had awfully good aim with the cat-o-nine-tails he carried in a gauntletted hand and wielded like the finest whipmaster. Blundie gasped as the whip encircled abused boobs time and time again before striking closer to home in a well vacated so shortly before. Blundie was well into sub mode by now and eagerly (For Blundie) accepted the lashing and proved again that a good whipping could tear the biggest cumings from her. She was managing to twist her torso so the lead weights on the tails of the whip could pound into those nipples so bent on getting punished. She even managed to seperate her long booted legs further so the whip leads might smack into her now engorged clittie while gasping in pain and, yes, pleasure.

She was well and truly basted when the horseman stopped, alit and raised her rump high, making sure her boots were still buried deep in the mud but she was no longer kneeling. No preliminaries. He plugged in. At least in a hole considered by most as 'more normal'.

Blundie's blue eyes widened in dolor and shock as the horseman went deep with a princk that felt like it must belong to his horse. She grunted and whimpered as he now sent his lash around her, pulling her into himself at every stroke. Blundie suffered on, wondering, perhaps, when Halloween would end and if she'd have an end by the end.

She had to admit she felt hot all over and under as the lashing whipped her into a frenzy of orgasms that made her forget her humiliation. She whimpered again as she was again injected deeply and fully before her latest lover withdrew, climbed on his horse and rode off.

"She is a witch... A witch which means she must be put to death..."

Not pleasant words for a drooling Heroine trapped deeply and unable to move. She was surrounded by a horde of torch bearing Women who looked anything but like ghosts. Unless you counted on their clothes. Blundie found herself grabbed and tugged up by her hair, immense strength tearing her booted and gloved limbs from the mud. She found herself shoved violently against a tree trunk of one of those aforementioned willows so it's foliage could be wrapped around her denuded boobs and gloved wrists before her booted legs were violently torn open as if she were a chicken's wishbone. Her ankles were now wrapped in the tendril like foliage, putting a hanging strain on her boobs. Again.

"*I* think these... Women... have something against beautiful gurlzzz..." Went Blundie, hitting the truth on the nail for once. And then she found herself being accorded two long wooden stakes shoved deeply into her two lower wells before sticks and leaves were planted around the stakes and were set fire to. "Surely they do not intend to burn *me* at the stake!!!"

"*I* am not a witch!!!" She screamed out and received repayment for her outburst as the crowd moved in and showed her what best sharp tree limbs could do. Some, perhaps, had thoughts of rivaling Berry Bonds, perhaps, and used her head and reddening boobs as home run balls. Blundie, terrified and getting hot all under, was still in an accomodating mode so orgasmed prettily for her assailants before starting to spew milk this way and that.

"We must suck her powers from her..." Went the leader who ordered fires doused for the moment. And Blundie took note that these ghouls were equiped with teeth akin to those mythical creatures called vampires. And found the intent of those teeth as two mouths found their way to sup milk at Blunderboobs while another went to her knees and started to chew on a part of Blundie that would produce liquids of a different type.

Blundie's nipples soon started feeling like the rawest hamburger meat while her pussy felt more like raw liver as all three areas were masticated with glee, the female ghouls replacing each other three by three. Blundie's mouth had gone slack and her eyes were starting to glaze while she panted, her boobs rising and falling and her hips moving for better chewability. Blundie was well over the brink and Blundie was proving again that she'd cum for anyone who gave her enough reasom. Right now, she had plenty of painfully humiliating reason and Blundie was motoring along at a speed that would have earned her a speeding ticket from a Cop from Hell. The tremors of her body displayed her constant state of orgasm and her boobs were starting to slacken as milk was witdrawn from the twin banks at a prodigeous rate. She was getting chewed most painfulkly and her nipples, ever reactive, were growing longer and thicker as they were gnawed. As was that 'little man in a boat' that had come out to gain some good ol' abuse. Blundie was well spent by the time the hags had tired of her. She'd also gone night-night from (too) many orgasms.

Her awakening was anything but gentle as huge black night sticks rammed deep in two wells already well abused and she found her boobs being squeezed and stretched. Again.

"Ye'd think these whores'd find someplace other than a cemetary to ply their disgusting trade, wouldn't you? And on Halloween, too... Ghoulish, ain't it?"

"Dy'e think we can take time for a piece of ass before we take 'em in?"

"Only if you got a rubber with you... Wouldn't want to touch one o' these gals with my thing without protection. Never know how much she's been fucked... I got first dibs on the one with the funny hat..."

Blundie was incensed. But Blundie had to give and give again, just as the just awakening Bat-t-t had to. Despite their oversexy bodies that should have been recognizable immediately, both were filthied and worse for wear. The Cops took them for whores dressed up for Halloween and used them as that. Before they were consigned to the back of a Wagon known as Paddy already overcrowded with drunks who'd had too many treats. Those folk recognized Blundie and Batty since they'd had run ins with the heroines before. Both Batty and Blundie found themselves now used as punching bags and their bags treated even worse before both were forced to booted knees to take care of the needs of the many already in the Wagon. The stiletto boot toes of two real hookers ensconced in two abused and drooling wells insisted compliance as both started ingesting the wastes of winos who's bladders had been overfull for too long. Blundie and Batty were overfull by the time the Paddy Wagon stopped at the Precinct and everyone was filed out for booking.

"Disgusting creatures..." Went an obese Matron who insisted Blundie and Batty zip up their costumes and then pummeled each in their kidneys with her nightstick. Hard. Neither could prevent what happened next as overfilled bladders released of their own, pain induced volition. "Filthy beasts..." Added the Matron who knew well what she'd just caused. Now you can just walk around in your own juices while we book you..."

Neither Blundie or the Bat-t-t got much sleep that night as they were passed from bull to bull to be used in any fashion dictated under pain of the dislocation of one or more of their joints. They were finally let out the following mornign when Galaxeena came down to the Station and told the Police who the duo were.

Blundie, of course, swore never to go out on Halloween again and promised herself she'd turn off the liughts at home on future Halloween nights. Her only mistake was telling Galaxeena what happened and Gala, of course, swore she'd take over crime fighting the next year.

End