Blundie had not expected to be confronted by Bwitcha when she was called to rescue her friend, FemAmerica who was being set apon by a vicious streetgang after she tried to prevent them raping an innocent young neighbourhood girl. Of course, it had been a set up and the 'young girl' was, indeed, young but not innocent at all. She'd been well paid to take a beating and rape, something she'd accepted as part of her occupation as a street whore. Something a line or three of cocaine made a lot less painful. When the wrong Superheroine showed up, Bwitcha, who'd hired the gang with the promised of some nasty fun, quickly brought FemAmerica to her proberbial, white booted knees and accepting of the unwanted attentions being lavished on her sublime form. She found herself unable to fight back and had no idea the original rapee made a call to Blunder Broad to tell her FemAmerica was in deep doo-doo and needed rescue.

 

Blundie, of course, had not given the call a second thought. A friend was in trouble and Blunder Broad was, after all, America's primo Superheroine. She rushed out and to the docklands, into an alley where she ran headlong into Bwitcha. And bounced off her oppulent form to be caught by two of FA's assailants who had completed what they wanted to do to the white crotch booted patsy who was still under a bunch of bodies taking turns at her, filthied and cum covered.

 

Of course, Blundie remembered the phone call at that moment. And launched herself at Bwitcha. Bad mistake. Bwitcha lifted a gauntletted palm toward her and Blundie seemed to crash into an invisible wall, her pretty visage seeming to squash as if it had hit a pane of bulletproof glass. And Blundie went groundward, her overlarge boobs gearing the brunt of the drop and putting her in a perfect position for a kick that came out of nowhere, a large, high heeled brown boot that snapped her head back with such force it carried her up and over backward to land on the twin porches back there. Hers. And then tried to struggle to booted feet again.

 

Blundie struggled against the order but the order was backed up with a sliver of sourcery so there was nothing Blundie could do except struggle and ultimately, obey.

 

"But I haven't..." Went Blundie as FemAmerica presented a drooling cunt to Blundie's lips. Blundie's head went forward and her pink lapper came forth, licking. And her lips closed over FA's abused pussylips and she started sucking out the remains the guys had left behind. Shuddering from a taste she hated most of all but perhaps made more palatable from the nice taste of FA's femoils. And brought FA to orgasm twice before Bwitcha ordered her again, this time to act as an enema to her friend instead of a douche. FA obediently turned ass cheeks to Blundie, seperated her booted legs and presented a well reamed asshole for Blundie's consideration and attention.

 

Blundie felt completely humiliated and degraded as she continued on the quest ordered of her and yet started getting wet between the legs as she started salivating and climbing toward that little grey line she didn't want to cross. She was still trying valiantly not to be sending that pink lapper up that annus but the harder she tried not to, the harder the little lapper seemed to delve and drill. To FA's amazement and utter pleasure. She was rolling along in one orgasm after another and not attempting disobeyance of her orders at all by now.

 

Blundie did struggle against the order again but found her body obeying against her will. She moved to the pole, turned, backed into it and placed her gloved hands together behind the pole.

 

"Now your turn, Fucking Asshole..." Went Bwitcha magnanimously. "Go up to Bugger Bust and beat her boobs... Hard."

"No..." Went FA with authority. "I won't..." But then moved toward Blundie and sent a haymaker into Blundie's right boob, past her gauntletted wrist on boobmass, sent another into the other one with equal force, her muscles bunching beautifully as she moved legs into a more comfortable position to further punish boobs she must, based on the power she was using, hate more than she hated any criminals she'd ever beaten to a pulp. Blundie was bleating at every punch, her long legs threatening to buckle from under her yet keeping her erect to take a beating that would have felled a charging bull. The punishing blows were landing so fast Blundie's shaking legs had no chance to fold and allow her to drop.

 

"Her tummy and her face..." Ordered Bwitcha, enjoying seeing Blundie in dire agony. And enjoying it more as hard blows rained deep into Blundie's nicely rounded tummy and smashingly into her face. Blundie, by now, was wishing for oblivion but Bwitcha was casting a spell to make sure Blundie didn't give up on the beating but accepted it all. And Blundie kept accepting, having no other choice. And the audience was enjoying seeing Blundie battered and battered some more. They were shouting encouragement to one who was under a spell so needed no encouragement. One who would not tire like a mere Mortal since she, like the one she was battering, was a Superheroine and not bound by the laws of mortal humans. Something, no doubt, Blundie was thinking about if, indeed, she still had the capacity to think.

 

The sweating and bedraggled Femme America did as ordered and guys were lining up to ream that first class ass as the gals, many of whom Blundie had put away, lined up to slap silly the slut who had put them behind those bars, open palms and open gloved hands swinging with the vehemence of vengeance, slapping Blundie's face from side to side and giving her the look of one watching the longest tennis volley in Wimbledon history from center court seating. Her blue eyes could hardly be seen as they puffed into a black and white color while her cheeks were soon bright red in hue. But she'd turned the corner and was in that mode again and quaking off one after another orgasms while showing she was quite a squirter once the 'right' kind of assault was launched on her form. She was drooling copiously down those long, booted legs while squirting back at her assailants as her hips jerked back and forth as if she was actually fornicating.

 

"Bring out the dildo stand and get her up on it..." Went Bwitcha suddenly. Pissed off that Blundie was doing it again. Popping of orgasms as if pleasured completely by the beating. Two huge behemoths muscled a stand topped with two dildos of humungous proportion onto the stage, set it in place before grabbing the Patsy, lifting her aloft and allowing her to drop unerringly on the two huge appendages that just seemed to bore into her as her weight made itself felt. If her blue eyes were not so swollen from the beating, they would have surely widened in dolor. The soles of her boots were still several inches above the stage floor when she stopped her descent, feeling like she'd been invaded by the Jolly Green Giant and the Incredible Hulk together.

 

Thje beating resumed and Blundie resumed her travel, albeit gradual, down on her latest prods. They were painfully opening girlflesh as vibrations went through her body and femoils helped seat the prod inthe front cavern. She had already ingested some twelve long, thick inches and was willing her muscles to relax so she could take more of the intruders. She was shuddering again and it was not only due to the fists striking her. And squirting down her booted legs again degrading herself. Again.

 

FA, meanwhile, felt as if she'd never be able to close her annus again as she cotinued to be assraped and waz incapable of refusting the base and insulting abuse. But she, like Blundie, had turned a corner somewhere and was also quaking in orgasm. Even more insulting was the feel of gism seeping wetly down the insides of her boots and pooling under her feet, wetly, cold and sticky. Gism and, she realised, her own femoils that were pumping from her at present unused well in sexual excitement.

 

What happened was exactly what Bwitcha hoped. The audience roared at Bwitcha's pronouncement before realising Bwitcha could equip Blunder Broad with a strap on to wreck her friend. Not what Bwitcha had in mind, however. She turned toward the long suffering Patsy. "You would enjoy giving your good friend a good assfuck for us, wouldn't you? After all, you're such a whore that you'd do just about anything I asked you to... Wouldn't you?"

Blundie little understood what was being asked and had no choice but to nod afformative to Bwitcha's question. Her muscles seemed to move her head of their own accord. The audience clapped, knowing that, without a strap on, there was no way Blundie was going to do any raping, unless with those gloved hands. Everyone had, it seemed, forgotten that Bwitcha was a sorceress, collectively gasped along with Blundie as all noted a huge log of a cock growing from between Blundie's long legs. Huge and with what, in lewd parlance, would be described as a monumental boner. The audience was in awe while Blundie quaked in self disgust. She was an Amazon and as an Amazon, a Supreme Female who considered a cock as an appendage of Satan.

 

Blundie would consider later on and had no idea that, as she looked over at the upturned asscheeks over the table, her 'cock' grew even more monsterous and her legs quaked as she felt herself moving toward FA. She was starting to understand the age old joke about Man being led by a cock. She was being lead by the one she was sporting at present and her nostrils were already flaring in want and need. Her temperature had risen and Blundie was lost in lust for the lovely rump facing her, moved forward and spearing the cum drooling asshole presented for her use.

Blundie then knew the pleasure males were after as the velvetlike and moist folds of FA's asshole enveloped more and more of her giant member as she drove it deep. And deeper still. Pulled back and lunged again and again. Blundie could hardly believe how good it felt, her gigantic princk doing the dirty deed deep in a forbidden place. She felt a boiling of liquids deep inside her and suddenly found herself gushing forth while FA took and shook along with her.

 

Blunder Broad was used to males who, once they'd had their cum, deflated and lost interest and found out she was different from men since her huge member, much to FA's delight, did not deflate, nor did Blundie's hormones slow down. Bwitcha had meanwhile signaled another of her big brutes forward to take Blundie up her own rectum so he might add further urging to the power Blundie was using in assraping FA. Not that Blundie needed that urging, she was on a sexual rampage, out of control as she reamed and was now reamed herself. The behemoth's gloved hands had encircled Blundie's boobs and were adding their own pleasures by squeezing those appendages most painfully, had not Blundie been across that line again and willing more dolor and abuse of her own self. She felt the buildup of preasure in the cock buried in her rectum and knew the behemoth's end was close, felt her own new juices aboil inside of herself and was suddenly spewing into FA's rounded rectum as her own rectum was flooded with red hot lava. She almost swooned in abject pleasure, feeling like the gism being pumped into her rectum was passing right through her newest appendage and into the ass she was flooding. FA almost passed out from pleasure as well as she took and continued to take.

"I would bet our audience would love to see you two so unsooper Heroines suck on each others' cocks..." Went Bwitcha suddenly.

 

"Huh?" Went FA since she didn't have a cock, never had one.

 

Something quickly rectified by Bwitcha with a wave oa a gauntletted hand. Blundie found herself smashed to the ground, her own princk sticking up in the air, waving and still spurting, and the red, white and blue costumed FA rise into the air and slam down atop Blundie, a new princk unerringly scoring three points by going deep in Blundie's gullet while FA's gorgeous mouth glugged down half of Blundie's own princk. And two leatherubber, booted and gloved bodies began moving most lasciviously, raping deep in each others' mouths and throats, taking and giving pleasures both would have trouble relating in their future. And accepting while giving floods of male like sperm down their gullets, findoing out what Blundie already knew. These cocks seemed insatiable and never ending as they spurted again and again, all thoughts of the audience forgotten.

 

Bwitcha was not just a remarkable sorceress with an evil streak that would not end. She was a consumate showman as well and knew just when to bring the cock sucking sixty niner to an end, much to the dissappointment of both participants who were ordered to quaking, booted feet and ordered to face each other, jerk off those humungous appendages and prove to their fans how much gism they could aim and pump over each other. They flooded each others' costumes and boots with firehoses of gism, their own gloved and gauntletted hands wanking their own prinks with muscle and speed, as if in competition. Both were filthied with both drooling and dried gism by now and both chugging on each others' huge princks as if they were nymphomaniacs who'd been cockmeat starved for a lengthy time. "Now. Piss in each others' boots... We want to see you walking around thigh deep in your piss..."

"Hain't gonna do that..." Went a doubting Thomas in the audience before both Superheroines squared off facing each other, used gloved hands to aim still super erect cocks and spewed an intense hosing from each, over and ito the tops of the boots on the opposing patsy, filling each boot noisillyand splashingly.

 

The two seemed to be in a world where only they existed, plus maybe the voice of the one ordering them to perform. They moved into a boob to boob confrontation, squashing mammoth mammaries against each others' and intertwining princks so they might insert them in twats still remaining but behind the bases of those princks. Gloved and gauntletted hands saught and enfolded two asses to pull their owners closer together before lust was seen over both faces and a lascivious dance of lust ensued. Two gorgeous, sexy, overabundant and costumed Superheroines with an extra appendage apiece grinding deep, stirring lustilly in two cunts that were taking the intense pleasure from two humungous members used by each to give pleasure.

The audience was in awe by now. They knew they were witnessing a battle no one would possibly ever see again, a battle of two supreme Women fucking each other in a manner no two Women had done before and gradually increasing in tempo toward an explosion both saught and now craved. Two superbly bodied Femmes seeking to subjugate the other through a rapicious fucking that had each sweating in effort, cum filthied costumes sticking to those remarkable bodies as the bodies slammed together so cocks could deeper challenge pussies. And both were moving upper bodies against each other as they rubbed torridly engorged nipples against more of the same and lips locked in passion with the others.

 

Sweat openly flowed from both now, adding to the wet benieth both, cum mixed with their own urine and now the sweat of sexual exertion and excessive lust. And both shuddered, obviously cumming up each others' holes even before evidence of the cummings started drooling down in tendrils toward the floor. And yet, neither ceased their rapings having found their erections failed to soften and deplete.

Bwitcha seemed to have an inner sense at how long and how many cummings the audience would endure before becoming bored with the moving, sloppy tableau and had things moving behind the fucking duo on stage as the tableau continued to enthrall.

 

"Fucked asshole... Get your cock out of her and get on your back on the backboard..." Commanded Bwitcha suddenly, and, as quickly, FA's cock dissappeared, surprising it's ex owner who fought but must obey Bwitcha's bidding. She sloshed over to the backboard and lay on it, back down.

 

Nothing Blundie could do to refuse the order, either. By now Blundie didn't even know if she wanted to refuse the command, enjoying how nicely her cock slid up the juicy slit. And she couldn't help that she started motions called fucking, driving her cock in and out of the slick well. Failed to pay attention to her own rear as something huge and heavy reared onto her back, a huge donkey driving deep up her own salivating snatch and wasting no time in burying all fourteen inches of three inch thick donkey dong deep. Drew back and lunged again, again and again, driving his newest paramour deeper in the one she was buried inside of. And the donkey, feeling his oats and horny, now ploughed on in quest of his own pleasures, caring not a whit about what he was drilling or the feelings of that mare under him.

 

Momentary thoughts that crossed Blundie's sex befuddled brain. Mostly, what was in her head was the extreme pleasure she was undergoing as she got ready to shoot her wad and was trying to time it with the donkey's deluge. She managed and the cumming in her ass was like a massaging of a prostate, so much so that she almost collapsed as she injected a gallon or so of gism into FA's steaming twat and had FA going off in meteoric orgasm.

 

Blundie's huge member plopped out of FA's twat as it swiftly shrunk as if cold water had been thrown on it's owner. Bwitcha's statement was the iced water that brought both Heroines back to realising what they'd just done. FA sent gauntletted hands around Blundie's neck and brought Blundie's head down for a soulful kiss. Blundie's huge male appendage rapidly shrunk to being her still large and overactive clittie.

"I think I'd enjoy having your baby, darling Blundie..." Even more shocking to Blundie right now because Blundie was not ready to be a father. The shudder that went through her this time was not from orgasm. She now drove her head between FA's long booted legs and started sucking her own gism out of FA's full twat, an attempt, no doubt, at contraception, her Amazon strength at full glow and so strong she had FA beating on her back with boot heels. Failed to deter Blundie on her self appointed mission. And pulled so hard FA could do nothing to prevent her bladder from release into the greedy gullet while FA went into throes of orgasm again. And Blundie glugged because she knew she must in order to have a chance of ridding her buddy of a chance of having a child fathered by Blundie.

 

The 'show' had gone on a long, long time now and a lot of the people were starting to leave, having tired of seeing the two bedraggled Superheroines get fucked every which way from Sunday. Blundie and FA were both exhausted from all the sexual gymnastics they'd gone through and accepted because they had to. Only Bwitcha would know that, once she'd set both to taking and enacted a few spells, the duo had done the rest to themselves and each other.

 

Blundie tried to launch herself at Bwitcha and charged forward.

 

"Cease your movements, you useless cunt..." Went Bwitcha who'd been expecting something like this, stopping Blundie as she'd stopped Blundie before. Blundie seemed to hit an invisible wall and went down. Again. "And Fucked Asshole... Don't you even think about it..."

How the two Superheroines found themselves out in the muddy construction area under the freeway, neither knew. But they were knee deep in mud, all best parts still exposed and now tried to rectify that last problem. Found their gloved hands seemingly welded together behind their backs as shadowy figures slunk toward them. Ominous and menacing. "Fresh meat, laddies... Looks like a couple o' them Sooperheroines come to play..."

"Would you guys like to beat us and rape us?" Went Blundie, gulping as she realised what words had come from her own mouth.

 

"You could use barbed wire to tie my boobs..." Added Femme America, shocking her own self before realising she actually meant it. Both found themselves in barbed wire bondage, tied to take and boob beaten but loving it. Both found themselves raped repeatedly and most willingly for hour after orgasm filled hour before the denizens of the area finally tired and were spent. And left the duo deep in the mud on all fours, filthy visions of their former selves, exhausted and more than fucked out. And now accepting the attentions of denizens even more second class than the ones who'd used them so well. Rats gnawed their huge and abused nipples to lactation while huge mongrels availed themselves of upturned rumps, not caring a damn if they entered the channels considered more normap or not. To these beasts one warm hole felt as good as another and the gals were getting reamed and drooling the results of a hundred hounds that roamed the area in packs. By the time it was light, the dogs had slunk away to find their fodder for the day and sleep off happy memories of horny houndings and he duo finally found themselves released from the spells making whores out of them. Fortunately, the weather kept most citizens indoors so the two were able to slink back to Blundie's house where both fell, fully clothed, into a jacuzzi of broiling hot water.

 

"Blundie... You are a most sexy Woman..." Went Femme America.

 

"Yes, It's been my bane since I arrived here... Somehow, all these people cant resist raping and abusing poor me!" Replied Blundie. "Seems they're not imune to your charmes either... They were surely getting to you, too..."

How the two ended up together on Blundie's latex covered bed, neither knew but both knew it wasn't because of a hangover from Bwitcha's spells. They showed each other they found each other sexy as all get out. Time and time again until both dropped into a deep, well d eserved and repairing sleep.