Just as suddenly, she found herself assailed by hot winds of almost gale force as she was quickly dried of the liquids from out and in. Found herself getting quickly overheated in all the leatherubber and rubber of her covering, her nipples now hardening against their enclosure as her body detected what it took to be torture. The heat and wind ceased when sensors detected she was dry, on the exterior of her cloting, anyhow and another door opened in front of her so she could stagger into a larger hallway and be met by a beautiful looking girl in a PVC looking camouflage uniform, knee high, high heeled rubber boots and rubber gauntlets. "You will be Miss... Ah... Broad? I have to examine you for weapons before I can let you procede..."

And examine, she did. Blundie was told to take her coat off before gauntletted hands roamed every part of her lush body, spent moments too long on two engorged and still hardening nipples and between those long booted legs so many wished for quality time between.

Did the Sargeant detect Blundie's orgasm or did she think Blundie didn't like to be examined so efficiently by another Woman? Blundie was almost sad when the Sargeant told her to procede to the Director's office. She knew it was the Director's office because there was a sign that said so. Knocking politely, Blundie entered and found almost a clone to the Sergeant sitting behind a desk. This one was wearing Captains bars.

Blundie nodded her agreement that she was, indeed, Blunder Broad, Superheroine and Crime Fighter. She marvelled that both the Sargeant and this Captain had wonderfully buff builds more like those Ladies of wrestling and not waif or model like. She was bade to sit which was something she hesitated to do since her boots were still full of water from the shower she'd been put through on the way in.

Blundie liked the look of the Director, Pamela, right away. A handsome older Woman with a superb body and greying hair she didn't bother to disguise. She was the epitomy of politeness as she strode around her desk, rubber gauntletted hands outstretched in a welcoming gesture, taking Blundie's gloved hands in hers.

"Sorry about the security precautions but we all go through them every day... The drug cartels would love nothing better than to get in here with a bomb or two and blow us all to kingdom come... Oh, my, you're a big one... Bigger than I anticipated..." One gauntletted hand now went around Blundie's cowled head and brought Blundie's lips forcefully to her own in a kiss that was far more than just wecoming. "Oh, good. You like Women too, don't you?"

She went after breaking the long buss. "We'll need that in this operation... Please take a seat and we'll have some tea... A civilized habit I picked up from my time with the Embassy in London..."

Blundie felt like she was caught in a tornado, perhaps, but took the profered seat, crossed long booted legs before realising that, as she did, more water would be expelled. And was. And at that moment, the Captain brought in a tea service and the sargeant, who was already familiar with Blundie's body, did the pouring honors and presenting Blundie with a cup before she gave her Boss one.

Things were moving at breakneck speed and Blundie had acceded to official orders like these before. There was that time with Senator Blinton who used her so pleasurably before turning her over to her husband and had her smoking his cigar. She did, after cursing Gala and all the zippers she'd put in the costume, unzip and allowed her abundance to vomit out of the costume. Three collective breaths were drawn in gasps and they were not Blundie's. And rubber gauntletted hands sullied forth, two to two very abundant boobs while the Director's went to that apex of pleasure already drooling copiously down the insides of those black leggings and boots. How Blundie found herself on the couch, one each of her gloved hands burried in humid, soft yet tight environs, she had no idea. Nor how she ended up being eaten so well by the Director who was truly supping on her twat like a bitch denied a meal for too long. And Blundie's nipples were being chewed and sucked while gauntlet hands squeezed those appendages and yet another gauntlet started inserting itself with assertion in her asshole. And Blundie was along on a ride she most enjoyed, now going from orgasm to orgasm as she also sought to please her assailants. No amateurs in the land of Sappho, these gals.

Blundie had no idea how things changed so quickly. She didn't hear the door open but suddenly found herself working on several male members as the gals backed off and let the guys go to town. Blundie, however, missed not a beat as she took on and beat meat. Sucked meat and rode meat. Almost issued a complaint when those using her mouth, pussy and ass pulled out and showered her form, just as the ones in her gloved hands were doing. Except there was no time for vocal meanderings as her gullet was so swiftly filled. And just as suddenly, the tryst was over, the men collecting themselves and leaving her covered in gism, booted legs lewdly splayed, on the couch.

"I guess you'll do..." Went the Director with no hint of how much she'd enjoyed the acrobatics with Blundie, or watching Blundie's use by her male troups. "You parachute into Guano late tonight from an Airforce Mats flight... Check into La Luz Rosa Hotel and make sure you look sexy in the Bar tomorrow night... You will be approaced by a big Blond by name of Inga, a big Swede from Minnesota who is our agent on scene. She will fill you in on getting close to Elena Gonzalo and El Sadistico. Sargeant Lovejoy will give you documents and the luggage you'll need other than that great, sexy catsuit outfit you're wearing..."

And so Blunder Broad found herself jumping out of an airplane with a parachute strapped on. Again. And landing in a putrid swamp. Again. Her booted legs glugging almost to the thighs in a smelly, oozy mire her pretty nose wrinkled at. Blundie, however, was a big, strong gal by her own accounting and used to adversity so struggled her way to harder ground and thence into a river where she washed the ofal off her boots. She then brought out a map, flashlight and GPS, decided on the easiest path to the small town. And started a five Kilometer hike during which she found high heels were not optimum for this territory, the rutted, muddy road soon having her boots as filthied as they'd been when she extricated herself from the marsh. The rain was ceaseless, as she'd been told it would be and it was first light when she arrived at the small town, made her way to the Luz Rosa Hotel.

This time, she was right. But the Hotel was the only one in the town so the only place a weary traveller could put up. The desk clerk looked as disreputable as the Hotel itself. He seemed shocked when she told him she had a reservation, perhaps because girls like this one didn't make Hotel bookings and could be persuaded to give him at least a blow job in exchange for a room in a supposedly overbooked Hotel. He was game, if nothing else.

"I can not find a reservation for Blunder Broad..." He said. "Perhaps, if we made some accomodation, I could find a room in my overbooked Hotel for you..."

Blundie was tired and just wanted a bath and bed. She was also not about to fall for a scam like this one. Her gloved hand shot orward and, with ease, lifted the two hundred pound desk clerk well off his feet. "I'm not playing your little game, whoremonger... You have a reservation for me that is paid for..."

Blundie put the desk clerk down and he signed her in. "You have the Presidential Suite, you are very fortunate... It has it's own bathroom. Isa nice. Second floor, numero twenty six... Because of mistake, I take your luggage for you..." And tried to pick up Blundie's carry all, almost rupturing a hernia. Blundie, of course, picked it up with ease and made her way up the stairs, her mighty ass swaying in such a way the desk jockey forgot his hernia pain.

The 'suite' was certainly not 'presidential' but Blundie had been in seedier Motels in her past. As foretold, it actually had a bathroom although the bathtub was an old fashioned, claw footed veriety. She didn't even bother with getting undressed but ran the water as hot as she could and climbed in. Finally, feeling clean again, got from the tub, undressed and got into bed for a few hours sleep before she was to report to the bar.

Blundie put the ebony catsuit, the boots and long gloves back on but left the bodice of the top zieed open down to her belt line so the deep canyon between her breasts was evident. And the waay they widened the bodice and revealed nipples under the leatherubber material. Knowing her job was to attract, she worked over those nipples, knowing too that her movements in the costume would rub the nipples on the material and remain at attention. The bar was already hopping as she descended the stairs and entered, stopping conversation cold.

"Ay... Caramba..." Issued from one man, breaking the silence. A comment others wished they'd made. Blundie accepted the comment as her due, knowing she looked like a criminals wet dream. Two guys scrambled off bar stools as she approached the bar, offering their seats to her. And took note that all in the large bar were not happy to see her. There were many women who were working the bar who were those who didn't need the competition.

Blundie found a drink pressed into her gloved hand and took a pull at it, despite that she didn't often consume beverages of alcoholic content, found a nice looking and full bodied Brunette approaching her, wearing a leather microskirt, a blouse that showed more cleavage than Blundie's top, thigh high white PVC boots and matching gauntlets. Blundie found her bootleg straddled and realised the girl wasn't wearing panties because of the heat on that boot as the girl moved close enough to be heard.

"I am a guest in your Country and in this Hotel..." Replied Blundie. "I don't know what kind of customers you have, I am just a tourist here..."

"Maybe you two should put on a show together..." Came another voice. Blundie's head snapped around to see a Dominatrix clad Blonde with short almost man coiffed hair. "I am Inga and I own this bar. You remind me of an American whore I once knew..."

"I am from the United States..." Went Blundie, using the reply she'd been instructed to. "And I'm an exotic dancer..."

Blundie found her boobs taken to gloved hands from behind, being hefted and squeezed. "Go with me on this... They tell me you can take it and we have to make you the morsel Elena and Sadistico want to play with..." Ordered or not, Blundie was going along with the sexy abuse no matter what, feeling Inga's large mons against her asscheeks and rubbing while Inga's boobs pressed fleshilly into Blundie's back. She did, however, manage to nod as she turned her head to meet Inga's luscious lips and, in ugly parlance, sucked tongue.

"Ten Thousand Escuderos..." Came a bid from one who caused the crowd to seperate in front of he and his Lady. To many of these peons, Ten Thousand Escuderos would represent four years of hard work. Five years to others. "My Lady wishes to use the Gringa for all to enjoy..."

Elena made a show of pushing through the throng toward the stage, ebony hair pulled into a severe bun, white latex frilled blouse with voliminous sleeves tucked into shiny rubber gauntlets that flared past ehr elbows, flared ebony rubber jodphurs which shone like a Rolls Royce paint job and tucked into boots that reached mid knee at the front, again rubber and with stiletto heels easilly six inches tall. Elena's ample body rivalled, almost, that of Blunder Broad. And Blundie shuddered because whe'd run into similar types before. Elena walked around Blundie, examining her like a slab of prime beef before sending a gauntletted hand forth to explore the pulpability of one of the Crime Fighter's boobs. And licked her own red hued lips as she considered the huge nipples.

"So then... You are the Gringa who would take away our local girls' earnings by selling yourself..." Sneered Elena

"No..." Replied Blundie truthfully. "I am an American tourist. I am here to spend money, not to take it from the local girls..."

Blundie had no chance to answer as Elena came in with a gut punch so unexpected that Blundie dropped to her knees in shock, found her head pulled to a zipped open twat opened so fast Blundie never saw it happen. And Blundie's lips and nose were buried well, perforce making her lick to draw her next breath. Giving lip service to someone who'd been a stranger moments before. Again. Her head held fast to it's chore and finding she was not against the delving at all. And getting turned on to her chore as she had done before. Found her mouth being raped by a quickly sopping cunt she must lave in order to gasp a breath, those shiny rubber jodphured and booted legs pumping the cunt into her face while the audience urged Elena to further abuse of the Gringa.

The 'Gringa' was turning the corner as she'd done many times before and was going for the gusto. And Elena was finding out wht so many had gleaned before, that this one could suck pussy second to none. This Gringa knew her way around a Female twat as well as she knew the way around her own nipples. Elena was juicing along in orgasm and had to do something about it before this 'un wore her to a frazzle. Her rubber protected knee came up with a suddeness that Blundie's chin was caught unaware and Blundie went over onto her back, gloved hands flying to injured chin.

Blundie was being beaten scatty and Blundie couldn't raise a hand or leg to prevent the beating. Huge hamfists slammed deep in her boobs and unprotected tummy, so hard as if threatening to rearrange her spine from the front. And not that her pretty visage was being left alone, slamming roundhouses threatening whiplash as her head was pounded from one side to the other. And back again, just to repeat the journey. Mercifully, she felt someting familiar that made her gasp in appreciation. The one holding her arms had somehow freed his huge cock and she was now being beaten down and onto it. The next humungous punch to her head took her rearmost assailant and her over backward and she had another leap quickly atop and another cock rammed into a well prepared well and then, before she could gasp, found her mouth accomodating yet another. And now undergoing the ordered rape. Her body gradually relaxing as she accepted what she'd accepted so oft before. And starting to hump back

"Hombres y amigos..." Went Elena to the men in the large crowd. "Helpy selfy... She has gloves to use on your pricks..."

Blundie ended up under a pile of horny, driving bodies again, pile driven in all three openings while her gloves were used as convenient cunts around pricks that just kept cumming, flooding her form with slick, slippery gism and more cocks replaced those that had already made their greedy deposits. She was, by now, giving as good as she was getting and many of the well over one hundred field workers and peons were back for sloppy seconds or thirds. While Elena paid the whores handsomely after issuing certain commands.

The fuckfest seemed to go on for several hours and, indeed, it did. Blundie felt like she'd never be able to close her mouth again, so stretched it was, as were her gullet, rectum and pussy. And she was filthied as ever she'd been filthied by the time the last of the men staggered away from her to quaff more cerveza for a job well done. After another command by Elena. She lay there, covered in man-cum that oozed down her leatherubber covering in shiny highlights while a claw foot bathtub was brought on stage, was too weak to protest as she wasw bodilly picked up and thrown into it.

"Huh?" Went Blundie through sex weary eyes as the first duo of local hookers climbed into the tub. She was aware that this area was famed as a rain forest Country so it should not surprise her that all the women wore knee high rubber boots but now found out why they were additionally useful to keep tootsies dry. The hookers showed the contents of the orders issued by Elena as they let loose bladders well filled all over the supine crime fighter and spy. And were replaced by more who were anxious to rid themselves of an overexcess of liquids themselves and proved they could do as well as the first ones. The worst were the two who grabbed Blundie's head, pulled it up to themselves and did the deed deep in her throat. She was getting filled, inside and out and, once the ten hookers were done, they were replaced by the filed workers and peons who had already donated well before consumption of a great deal of sustenance. The tub was half filled by the time the last was done and Blundie sobbed.

Adolfo, a huge bruiser who acted as Elena's bodyguard, showed his beginnings from back on the Family Farm as he climbed into the tub, flipped Blundie with ease and used lap after lap of line in a hog tie that would have won any contest in Texas. He then stood back and allowed Elena to use her own boot to hold Blundie's head under the surface where Blundie must drink and keep drinking of the putrid mixture while holding her breath or start drowning. She thrashed around like a fish out of water, splashing Elena with the foul fluids but Elena's boot was firmly planted and Blundie must consume as fast as she could ingest. And ingested.

As noted previously in so many tales about the Heroine and Patsy, she had an abundant capacity to hold her breath and proved it once again, just as she was proving to have a great capacity to ingest liquids. And slowly got the liquid surface down far enough to drag a lifegiving draft of air, coughing and spluttering.

When Adolfo obeyed his Mistress and rasied Blundie to booted feet in the tub, she looked like she might be with child, or maybe even two. "Now, Gringa... It is your turn to pee..."

Blundie was in the same position she'd been in many times before and again, was dam, ah... Darned if she'd defile herself for the pleasure of all these people watching. Again, she hadn't taken into account that what she'd consumed was second hand alcohol of a serious nature, down in this Country. More powerful than the strongest Taquila south of the US Border. And Blundie was well lit, wanting to be or not.

Elena looked slightly miffed but Elena knew how to make her own pleasures. She unzipped again and climbed boob to boob with the boob, into the tub and started rubbing her mons against Blundie's, sending gauntletted hands to Blundie's rear cheeks to pull the boob closer. Relief showed on Elena's visage as she let go her own bladder which she'd been holding for just this reason, perhaps. And set the patsy to flooding as she shook from orgasm. All over the jodphurs and boots at the benefactrix who'd just gotten Blundie off. Didn't seem to slow Elena who knelt down in the tub and now sent a gauntlet up the offending opening with such force that Blundie orgasmed again. And passed out.

Blundie woke up in another bath tub, with hot water pouring over her and Elena washing off her costume with soap and a wet towel and leaving no part unwashed. Blundie was quickly aware that Elena certainly didn't mind getting her gauntletted hands dirty or her jodphur outfit wet and was enjoying roaming Blundie's lushness as much as Blundie was now enjoying the ministrations. Elena seemed quite fixated on two huge nipples that seemed to engorge with the least of provocation into nubbins that just demanded to be bitten by white, sharp teeth, rubbery and appreciatively, it seemed.

"You... Gringa..." Said Elena. "Are to be brought to my compound as my sex slave... Adolfo and Armando, my bodyguard and my chauffeur, will bring you in my Land Rover while I travel with El Sadistico... For security reasons, we do not travel often together but there is a hardon I must take care of..."

Blundie found herself dried off and afforded a very kinky outfit. Cut out kinky bra and kinky, French cut panties that allowed her pussy to pouch out enticingly, her own crimson leatherubber gloves and boots and the mask Gala must have left with Blundie's clothing and that somehow found it's way into her luggage. And her tiara which marked her status as an Amazon Princess. Elena didn't seem to know the purpose of the tiara but thought it cute enough for her newest slave to wear, along with the mask. Elena had her bodyguard throw the rest of Blundie's costumes and luggage in El Sadistico's car and the retinue was soon in motion, on it's way.

Traffic was obviously in dissarray with donkeys wondering the muddy streets and the two vehicles were quickly seperated from each other. As the Landrover accelerated into the unforgiving forest night, a large, old truck roared across the road, forcing the driver, Armando, to slam on brakes and attempt an evasive move that didn't quite work as the Land Rover smashed into the truck and carommed off to fly into the swamp by the road, coming to rest upside down. Blundie was thrown to the roof of the vehicle but kicked out the rear window with those Amazon strong legs and managed to get out and to the surface, covered in muck and more. Heard the splashing of the water behind her and knew that Pirrhana had found her two companions because of blood they'd lost during the crash. She managed to get up the bank before her lights went out as she was clubbed on the noggin.

"So..." Went Martita, a cruel looking whip in a gloved hand. "You are not Elena... Who are you? What were you doing in Elena's Land Rover? Where is Elena?"

Blundie was still befuddled by all that had occured over the past hours as well as the accident and the blow on the head. "My name is Blunder Broad and I demand to see the American Consul..."

The whip unerringly would around her with a striking snake like quickness, adding dolor to nipples before curling around her again so the lead tip could nip hard at Blundie's exposed clitoris. Blundie, of course, started and moved in a manner she impaled her labia on the splinters of the saw horse, did so again when the whip followed it's previous course because of her silence. And again, making her nostils flare as she started into that mode again.

"I was being kidnapped by Elena and El Sadistico..." Went Blundie in a rush. "I am an American Tourist..."

"You are a spy..." Went Martita "You were in Senora Elena's Land Rover. You will tell us what you know..." And set on Blundie with the whip again, striping the Heroine who sobbed before finally orgasming from the splinters in her pussy lips as well as the cruel stinging of the whip. That seemed to annoy her assailant who stopped the whipping and ordered a truck battery and cables brought into the cabin.

"Now," She ordered Camilla, the other woman. "Bring in the men and order them to fill her boots with their pee..."

The disgusting and degrading deed was quickly accomplished and Blundie reddened, not liking these people in the least. And liked them even less when Martitia attached sharp, aligator toothed bables to the big battery and then slamped one painfully onto a Blunderful nipple. "So... You refuse to talk..." She said, evidence that they got old World War Two movies down here. And clamped the second,clamp on Blindie's other nipple, sending the beauty into spasms of extreme pain, her muscles bunching as she was electrocuted, her feet being well grounded in liquids and forcing her to impale herself further on the saw horse. The urine in her boots was starting to bubble and boil by the time Martita removed the one clamp and allwoed the Heroine to slump against her bonds. By then Blundie's clittie was loving the abuse and was standing well out of it's hiding place so Martita, having taken notice, used a clamp on it in dire cruelty. And then had Camilla hold Blundie's head while she pulled Blundie's tongue out of her mouth and clamped the other one to that member, sending Blundie into even heavier spasms pf tremendous agony than before. Blundie's big blue eyes were rolling loosely in her head by the time Martita chose to remove the clamp. Blundie sobbed in relief and her bladder let loose, showering her own booted legs after another humungous orgasm shook her. Blundie slumped against her bonds again and wished for that surcease she knew would arrive at most unexpected times. Oblivion for a while. It didn't come.

Blundie was almost oblivious to these words and found her arms being lowered and the manacles attacked to the saw horse feet, found herself bent forward so her butt was high and her boobs were on iether side of the splintery saw horse. Found something alien at the entry to that smaller, winking hole which suddenly, hugely and painfully slammed deep in that lesser used well. A huge double ended dildo that raped into the tender flesh and made her jerk against her bonds, actually breaking the legs of the saw horse. Blundie, freed, turned and sent a fist crashing into the jaw of the one still attached to her rear, disattaching her and sending her crashing against the wood wall and allowing Blundie to get herself free and grab Camilla.

Blundie, by now, was fed up with the abuse she was taking and Blundie quickly had Camilla tied and was whipping the hide off the sobbing girl who was proving she could dish it out but was not a taker. Blundie was showing a side of herself seldom ever seen as she laid on the whip in heavy strokes, seemingly having forgotten about the rest of the mob. Bad mistake. She suddenly found herself sapped with a blackjack loaded with shot and falling forward and onto the very saw horse she'd left a few minutes earlier.

This time she woke up with a three inch rusted pipe up the wrong hole and sitting down on it. Her booted legs were tied, mid calf to the tops of her thighs and clamping on the pipe lest she drop further on the twelve inches already well ensconced. Martita was sitting and looking at her, booted legs splayed and with a gloved hand up her own twat.

Camilla certainly proved she was in good physical condition as she went to swinging the sap against the back of Blundie's head, time after time after time, hard and harder, seemingly knowing just how hard to hit so the victim didn't pass out. The victim, meanwhile, was jerking at every blow and was dropping further onto her perch while Martita gave herself another orgasm while imagining, perhaps, the pain in the ass Blundie was receiving. Blundie soon had the king of all headaches as well as a huge pain in the ass. Camilla, finally showed signs of tiring so Martitia called a halt.

And Blundie ended up in deep doo-doo again with the lid of the outhouse commode shut down on top of her. Not very happy about the stench or the swill sloshing thigh high around her crotch high boots but promising herself to stay awake so she didn't drop into the filth. She was almost asleep two hours later when she heard the small arms fire and started to full wakefulness again. What she didn't know until she was pulled out that Elena and El Sadistico had quickly missed the arrival of Elena's Land Rover at their Hacienda, had retraced the road, finding the vehicle and the two dead men, quickly assertained that it was a crime commited that was supposed to get Elena and perpetrated by a rival Drug Family without the power of El Sadistico.

"My, my, Gringa... You are a girl who lands in shit all the time..." Smiled Elena as she used her gauntletted hands to wipe the detrius from Blundie's boots. "I think you are as kinky as I am... Now we go home and play... I hope those people didn't hurt my new slave... Tonight, you must please El Sadistico..."

At least Blundie got some sleep in the big Hummer limo on the way to the compound, cuddled in the carresses of Elena who got off on making the Heroine cum while she was sleeping. gauntletted hands playing with this and that tenderly but passionately. At least, on reaching the Hacienda, Blundie was ordered to sit down and have a full repast which she greatfully consumed with a gusto that surprised her. She was sublimely greatful to Elena and El Sadistico for the rescue and didn't object in the least when she was taken into a playroom where she was to be the new sex toy. When Elena brought Blundie in and pointed at the sitting El Sadistico who's huge cock was at full attention, Blundie dutifully went to her knees, surrounded the member with a gloved hand and tenderly started licking the tip of the moster before stretching lips around the member and taking it deep into her mouth. She withdrew and plunged again, willing her gag reflexes away as she drove the member further into her throat, pulled back again and plunged even deeper.

Elena looked pleased. She'd known since she first set eyes on Blundie that the Heroine would be a great sex toy and proved Blundie could take and quake better than any she'd met before. Blundie was bobbing up and down on the cock as if on a favorite cone of ice cream by now, sixteen glorious inches engulfed to the testicles at every downthrust of her beautiful head. "Now take him up your ass, Gringa,,," Went Elena who knew what El Sadistico loved most.

Blundie missed barely a beat but rose off the cock, turned her glorious ass toward her mate and dropped down, engulfing him with apparent ease, used long booted legs to boost herself upward and downward with sucking sounds emitting as she went. Started using well tuned muscles to help milk the member as she went and giving El Sadistico all the pleasure he'd ever had.

Elena had lit up a feminine cigar and now sent the hot coal downward and to Blundie's overactive clittie, causing a rush of pain that caused Blundie's splicter muscles to close around their invader which spewed it's load, lava hot and deep in a Blunderful ass.

Blundie went off in orgasm as Elena's tongue slipped snakelike up her ass and went off again as El Sadistico showed the reason for his name by using Eleana's cigar on Blundie's large and expectant nipples, sending Blundie into another series of orgasms as she took and shook. Then, even an Amazon as sleep deprived and orgasm exhausted as Blundie needed sleep and, despite the cigar coal being applied to her nipples, surcummed to sleep.

Blundie's amazing body showed no signs of the cigar burns when she awoke in Elena's arms. Elena was still asleep so Blundie disengaged herself, noting she was still dressed as she had been the night before, and put head below covers so she was, moments later, licking Elena's juicy cunt tenderly while using gloved hands to caress Elena's still latex clad body, bringing Elena to wakefulness with a roaring orgasm. Elena pulled Blundie up and tasted her own juices as she sent her tongue deep in Blundie's mouth to duel with the Heroine's own lapper while Elena's own gloved hands grasped Blundierful boobs and squeezed them. Hard. Blundie moaned and orgasmed, fully craving punishment from those who'd saved her the night before. Perhaps subconsciously for allowing Elena's men to be killed. Elena took Blundie's hand and dragged her into the large bathroom and Blundie knelt down in front of her, put her own gloved hands behind her back as if bound and sent her lips into contact with Elena's, Blundie's upper ones to Elena's lower. And Elena did her first buisness of the morning into the gullet of her toilet slave. Blundie then sat on the potty and relieved herself before going with Elena into the large, six spiggot shower and washing Elena with soapy water and a large sponge.

Elena had two of her servants really work over the leatherubber protected Blundie, much to El Sadistico's pleasure. Blundie, by now, 'knew' she deserved the punishment, it had become her occupation. Not that she didn't glean pleasure from it, she did, orgasming time and again, her juices lubrication her booted legs. She was finally released and instructed to eat breakfast from a dog bowl on the ground after her lower parts were opened. She got to hands and knees and went for the dog food, hungry after all the sexual excercise, didn't object at all when she felt a wet tongue between her labia. Went on gulping while opening her legs wider for easier access. She'd been here before.

Didn't surprise her when her beastly assailant climbed aboard the juicing bitch and rammed a huge member deep. It almost stopped her eating, however, and did when she received the red hot doggie-sent-mes the hound wanted to give his newest bitch and his bitch orgasmed in deepest pleasure, squirting gism and femoils back at the dog.

"This one is the best one yet..." Went El Sadistico. "She seems to have a natural ability as a slut-slave... Hernando is now interested in the bitch..."

Hernando was. Hernando was a mastiff sheppard mix that was as large as a small pony and Hernando had never let one of the other dogs have his pleasure without Hernando getting his, too. No preliminaries for Hernando, however, he ran, reared and plunged just as the bitch hunched down and put her head back in the food bowl so that Hernando raped into a hole he'd not aimed for and brought the bitch's head up el quicko, shock on her food covered yet pretty visage. Hernando didn't seem to mind. One hole was as good as another and he proved himself capable of taking care of that hole with complete domination. Not that the bitch objected. El Sadistico clapped his hands together as Hernando plowed Blundie back into another huge, shuddering orgasm. "Hernando gets a steak tonight..."

Hernando finally gave what he wanted to give the bitch, sending her face into the food bosl again and uncoupled so the bitch could rise, looking around, perhaps, for any other hounds to take care of itches. She looked at a pair of rubber booted legs, Elena's, who snapped a dog collar and leash around her neck. "Come on, bitch... Time to visit the horses..." And found herself led toward stables so nice, half the polupace would trade accomodtations with the equines. Blundie could quickly see that both El Sadistico and Elena had a deep love for their horses and respected them for it.

"You will have to run behind us, Gringa... We have no horse for you..." Went Elena, almost appologetically. Blundie sobbed since she'd been looking forward to a horseride. And Blundie was till very horny.

"You could rope my legs to the stallion's hinds and my hands to his neck... And he might enjoy riding me with his cock in my cunt..." Went Blundie, remembering a ride she'd taken years before with Malicia DeMal.

"He will get great pleasure if you gallop hard..." Went Blundie hopefully. She had been there, after all. Then helped the servants as they tied her legs and arms high before Elenda dropped to booted knees and sent a gauntlet to surround horsecock and feed it to the entry of a cunt just juicing to receive it. And had it slide several inches into the warm cavity, bringing a smile to the stallion's muzzle, as El Sadistico reported. The duo mounted up and walked the horses out of the barn and into a canter that had horsecock reaming deeper and deeper into an appreciative Blunderwell, belonging to one who was already getting off on the ride. The friction in the oozing channel must have been supremely pleasurable to the nag as he added a cumming of his own into the well he was accomodated in so well.

"We shall water the horses in the river and then give them a small gallop for excercise." Went El Sadistico, perhaps forgetting the one his horse was riding. He drove his horse into the river and allowed the horse to drink while the horse whore drank as well. He finally decided the horse had drunk enough and reined the steed back to ground less deep so the rider could gasp some air before the horse added to her woes by doing what horses do about a minute after consuming liquid. Flooded Blundie's insides with heated, recycled river water that set Blundie off again and again as she was hosed. She almost passed out but managed not too, perhaps looking forward to the results she knew would cum from a good gallop and all found out that the steed had that same feeling as Blundie went back and forth on his log.

"We must stop. Go back..." Shouted Elena as the stallion took his bitt between his teeth and accelerated, galloping wildly along a road not patroled by El Sadistico's men, finally gushed what he knew was cumming into the mare benieth him who, this time, passed out.

Blundie gradually came to and realised she was looking at Pamela's face. Pamela had a look of concern and a latex gauntletted hand was exploring Blundie's body.

"Oh. I'll be fine when we get home. I've had enough of being a spy... At least, for a while..." Blundie's gloved hand had strayed under the blanket covering her in her seat. Remembering, perhaps.