Boxin' Blundie

By E.N.Cuire

This story is Adult in nature and content, contains graphic violence and girl on girl action of sadistic nature. If you are not of age in your Nation, please go elsewhere. Blunder Broad was created by the late Eric Stanton and is copyright to Stanton and myself. Batty, Big Red and Cyberia are copyright to myself. Any similarity to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Ka-rraK-K-K

Her noggin had just met the corner post of a fight arena again and at speed, the report making some in the audience cringe. And she fell smackingly to the ring canvas, her two humungous boobs taking the brunt of the fall.

By now, Blunder Broad had no idea where she was although her big blue eyes were open, proving she was awake. And dulled over with what some reporters called a glaze. And now found herself picked up by her long, blueblack tresses and her whole abundant body being twirled in the air, flying toward the corner opposite the one she'd just visited, her two long booted legs well apart and aimed to each side of the corner post. So her grounding was the apex of those long legs with such force Blundie thought her honey pot had been rearranged to somewhere close to her chin.

The laws of gravity ruled again as Blundie, stopped cold, dropped down with her noggin taking the heaviest hit while her booted legs stayed high, the knees hooked over the top of the middle ropes. She barely saw the figure approaching her at speed but certainy felt her arrival as two boot protected knees squashed heavilly onto the Boob's two boobs and a microskirted, smelly and sopping pussy clained Blundie's mouth and nose, effectively closing off any noise from the well beaten patsy. Then two clasped, black rubber gloved hands came down unerringly and smashingly on that most recently mangled portion of Blundie's anatomy, jerking her mouth upward into the maw it was drilling for air. Cyberia shuddered in orgasm and sated the patsy's thirst with copious amouts of femoil. No one could accuse the patsy of not gettng a lick in.

Knees still sloshing around on Blundie's squashed and pained boobs, Cyberia now grasped two meaty thighs and started pulling on them, craking sounds coming from stressed hips and a back that was beginning to bow most painfully, vertibrae snapping as they were stretched. The audience cheered Blundie's shudders, believing them to be shudders of pain. Cyberia knew different.

Cyberia pulled further on Blundie's booted legs and folded them behid Blundie's shoulders, then lifted the package so she could back Blundie into a cornerpost and wrap the boots and gloved arms meatly with the ropes from the ring, leaving Blundie with the look of a double amputee with a pussy only inches below two humungous boobs. Her tearful eyes looked up at Cyberia as if she had no idea what was transpiring. She had the look of a big rubber sex doll punch bag. Exactly what she was proving to be.

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Blunder Broad was really pleased at getting the invitation. She showed it to Batty excitedly. "They have chosen *Me* to be the guest of honor at the WWL championship challenge... They say it's because I've been voted the Supreme Superheroine and Crime Fighter in the Nation... Finally, they are recognising *my* importance..."

Batty looked doubtful. "The WWL? What's that?" She asked stroking a crotch high yellow rubber boot with a shoulder length glove of the same yellow.

"The Womens Wrestling League, of course... And it's to be televised on Cable TV all over the World on the Playtoy channel... They'll have wrestlers from all over the Globe and I get to introduce them in the ring... You should see some of these gals... They're really built..."

"You mean, like us?" Asked Batty. "Sounds like you're a little bit horny... What will you wear?"

Truth be known, Blundie was indeed turned on thinking of all those sweaty, muscular bodies in combat that would be normally engaged in back on Amazin' Isle. She's partaken in a few of those bouts before her Mother, the Queen, had dubbed her too capable over the other Amazon youths. She'd certinly partaken of a few of the victors thereafter.

"Wanna wrastle?" Asked the grinning Batty, knowing Blundie so well. Blundie did and both Heroines quickly unzipped this and that in their catsuits and went at eachother, Batty, of course, not being an Amazon, being te deliberate looser who was forced to a licking Blundie's steaming twat.

Blundie worried about the right costume to wear and Batty finall brought her down to sense. The old swim suit costumes would not do because she might be mistaken as a combatant rather than the Superheroine guest of honor. The mini skirt outfits she sometimes wore to parties would not do either. It was too revealing and not Superheroine enough. "You should dress how you do when you go out to fight crime..." Avowed Batty bringing a Blunderful nipple to full erection. "After all, they know Blunder Broad by the blue leatherubber catsuit..."

That settled, Blundie forced her nipple firthr between Batty's teeth while her gloved hands took advantage of Batty's ample breasts and the duo gradually dropped to the sofa for more quality time.

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Blundie was basking in the limelight when she arrived at the Arena, papparazzi firing flashguns at her as she made her way along the red carpet. She was accosted by various reporters from various entertainment media shows before she finally made her way inside.

"Blunder Broad! I'm so glad you could accept our invitation... I'm known as Big Red and am the organiser of this extraviganza... I'm also a retired wrestler... Come with me, please... You need to meet the girls..."

Blundie didn't want to look impressed but she really liked the looks of Big Red. She was as tall as Blundie, standing in boots with heels as tall as Blundie's, six inch stilettos. She was a stunning Carot Top with long hair that cascaded down her turqoise latex jodphur outfit with low cut top revealing mounds of boobflesh almost as oppulent as Blundie's. And asscheeks, when she turned to lead the way, that Blundie avowed to herself, she'd like to bury her tongue between.

Blundie almost overdosed on the pulchritude of Feminine, muscular abundance in the locker room, female wrestlers in sexy and revealing costumes that included high heeled boots of all heights, gloves and gauntlets. And each seemed to want to meet the Superheroine and get really friendly. Blundie found the adulation surprising and pleasurable as the girls startd feeling Blundie's body, gradually getting bolder as Blundie seemed to enjoy the intimacy. She could already feel herself moistening between those long legs and her well worked nipples were standing erect and huge against the leatherubber material of her bodice. She didn't even object when some of the wrestlers kissed her, each kiss getting deeper while tongues took advantage between Blundie's puffy, so kissable lips. The adulation now had Blundie returning favor for favor while zippers were opened to allow release of parts more relishable. Make that ravishable as strong, gloved hands invaded or squeezed, bringing Blundie to a series of orgasms she certainly enjoyed. She was given several glasses of champagne to quench a thirst brought on by too many orgasms and found herself, to her dismay, in the center of the arena and introducing the first two wrestlers.

Blundie found, with each bout, she was becoming more uncomfortable and squirming more, juices freely flowing into her booted leggings. She drank more champagne and, by the time she was to announce the penultimate bout, she was on a buzz, not realising she'd been drugged. By the time she was to announce te final bout, Big Red helped her up into the ring and one wrestler joined the duo. Big Red took the microphone.

"Ladeeze and Gentlemen. For our final bout tonight, I give you the Champion from the former Soviet Union who was truly rebuilt after a skydiving accident, Cyberia. And what better Champion do we have to wrestle her but the Primo American Superheroine, our own Blunder Broad..."

"Huh?" Replied the Superheroine who took the profered gloved hand, not having grasped the import of Big Red's words. As Big Red beat a hasty retreat, Blundie found herself dragged forward into a bear hug. And getting squeezed against a chest as oppulent as her own as her breath was driven out of her. She was getting light headed when she was released and stood there, reeling on her high heels and never saw the forearm smash coming. She went down and bounced on the canvas and Cyberia leapt hgh in the air, came sown with high heels going ankle deep in two boobs. She emitted a most unladylike bleat.

She was flying again, not through her own doing but picked up by two gloved claws lacerating the insides of her boobs, seemed to reverse herself in mid air and crashed to the canvas, head first and had a booted knee come down in her crotch, causing another bleat of dolor and a squishing sound. So far, she hadn't got a lick in and it seemed Cyberia was not about to let her do so. Blundie's legs were used to flip her over and Cyberia tried to place kick one of Blundie's so football like boobs out of the ring with a pointy boot, repeated the action with the other just to share alike then leapt high in the air and landed astride the heroine, booted knees splatting both boobs with hurtful deliberation. Amazing muscles bunched under the long gloves as Cyberia gracefully rocked from side to side on Blundie's boobs and sent forearms crashing into Blundie's face. Blundie's boot soles pounded the canvas behind Cyberia's back with the audience coming to collective feet and cheering as Cyberia continued to batter Blundie's face.

Whether through reflex or deliberate action, one of Blundie's boot legs hooked around Cyberia's neck and, as another smash assailed the patsy, she somehow pulled Cyberia so Cyberia's shoulders went to the canvas and the referee countd to two. Cyberia quickly flipped over backward and to her feet looking quite irate and intent to get her own back on the American upstart.

Cyberia grabbed the Superheroine-patsy and rised her high above her head, boobs up. Suddenly she dropped to a booted knee, the other one extended and braced to receive the small of Blundie's back which crashed heavilly down on it in a move dubbed 'back breaker'. In a lesser wrestler, it surely would have caused instant paralysis but it caused Blundie great pain and distress. She dropped to the mat like a big rubber inflatable doll and sought to crawl away, wondering when the round was due to end. Blundie could not even issue a noise the pain was so great.

Cyberia quickly moved around the fallen 'Heroine' and grabbed her by booted ankles, pulling her swiftly to the ropes and hooking te boot toes over the top rope, leaving Blundie with a backward bowed body, boobs down. Blundie even failed to note that Cyberia had climbed the corner ropes to pause a moment before launching herself several feet in the air in an arc that brought her booted knees into that area of Blundie's anatomy she'd already devastated with the back breaker.

"Looks like she really has rubber boobs... Or soft balloons..." Said one of the audience members.

Cyberia wasted no time as she jumped up and hauled Blundie to her feet, propelled her back into a corner where, after four or fourteen forearm smashes, she managed with ease to wrap top ropes around Blundie's ankles and bottom ropes around Blundie's gloved wrists. Cyberia then backed away and went into a boxers stance, started throwing powerful blows with amazing speed, smashingly into Blundie's leatherubber covered pussy and causing Blundie to jerk and shudder at each brickbreaking blow. Her nostrils were flaring and her eyes were dull again as orgasms assailed her. Also annoying to her abuser.

Cyberia tore Blundie from her perch and grasped one of Blundie's gloved hands, whirled Blundie around, forcing Blundie into a run to keep up. She released Blundie who almost seemed to fly toward the center of the ropes, came about and rebounded toward Cyberia who had timed Blundie's return and was waiting with a humugous forearm smash that crashed noisilly into the Boob's boobs and seny the patsy to bounce several times on the canvas. A bouncing that was brought to an end as Cyberia landed on Blundie again and noisilly added to the boobs dolor with immense close fisted punches. Tiring of that, Cyberia pulled Blundie toward a corner post and, jumping from the ring, grasped Blundie's ankles, one each side of the post, and pulled the suffering patsy's crotch into the post, te noise of the meeting resounding loudly. Not as loudly as Blundie's scream.

"Bet she wont enjoy sex for a while... If ever again..." Came a loud comment from one of the audience.

Cyberia picked Blundie up again and propped her against the ropes on legs as shuddery as the material of the boots that encased them and then set in with a rapid tattoo of blows to Blundie's so rounded tummy. Each time Blundie started to fold forward, Cyberia straightened her up with a loud uppercut before devoting more effort to Blundie's tummy. Blundie wished she could just pass out but Cyberia seemed to know instinctively how much punishment she could deal the Blunderful one before the Heroine would retreat into morpheus.

"TIM-BUR-R-R-R!" Went another loud mouth from the audience as Cyberia stepped from Blundie's front and let the patsy keel over forward, as if in slow motion. She met the canvas noisilly with three loud splats, her boobs flattening so her head could hit the ring. Cyberia, moving fast, had already climbed the corner post and launched herself at the prostate gal in red, white and blue. Add black to that color since black mixed with blue on Blundie's puffy eyes which were swollen almost closed. Blundie's ample, aching body jerked into a bow as two high heel booted feet crunched down on the slowly moving patsy's spine. And allowed Blundie's face and boot toes to bounce several times on the canvas. By now, Blundie's body was one big ache, no part left unpunished.

But Cyberia was not done with the patsy. She picked her up again ad rushed her toward a corner post again, one boob to each side of the post with two humungous nipples lewdly displaying themselves, pushing out the leatherubber material covering them. Blundie's chin battered at the top of the cornerpost as Cyberia displayed form by several flying kicks to the backs of Blundie's boot shiethed, meaty thights. And noticed a horny looking man in the front seats who was mesmerized bu an oppulent, well engorged nipple. Blundie's, of course.

"Maybe you like to use your cigar?" Said Cyberia. "She will enjoy that..."

An invitation the old pervert was unlikely to refuse. He didn't. Blundie's eyes went as wide as they could, bearing in mind the punishment they'd been dealt and leatherubber proved as indestructable as ever but not protective against the searing heat from the just puffed on cigar coal. Blundie shuddered in orgasm and shuddered again as a huge butch Mistress in black leather chomped teeth deep the other nipple. Cyberia nodded her approval and then started a volley of intense and noisy kidney punches.

A loud hissing gave proof that all that drugged champagne had not come out of Blundie in the form of sweat but was now flooding her costume and boots as she could no loger hold it in check. Cyberia repaid her self degredation by grabbing hair and pounding a once pretty face on the top of the corner post. She then propelled Blundie from the ropes and into the center of the ring where Blundie's body could not decide whether to stand there, swaying as if drunk, or crumble to the canvas. Blundie looked uncomprehending when Cyberia wound up and delivered a roudhouse blow to the patsy's head that had her in flight again and almost making a full three sixty as her booted feet went over her head. She missed the complete backflip by ninety degrees, splatting down on the canvas and causing great dolor to her boobs as she bounced several times, orgasmed two and bleated in pain. Then threw up on Cyberia's shiny boots.

That really got Cyberia mad and she slammed one boot down on Blundie's head, forcing her mouth toward the other. "Lick it till I can see my reflection in it..."

Blundie got in plenty of licks that didn't help her in the combat at all and then found herself lifted anew and travelling backward to bounce back toward Cyberia, propelled by the ropes she had just encounterd and meeting a forearm smash that drove her back again. She bounced forward again to meet the smashing forearm again. Must have felt like she was a basketball being bounced off a garage door but basketballs couldn't feel pain. Could they?

The crowd was chanting, "Finish her off. Kill the meddling slut..." If Blundie had heard them, she surely would have known the whole evening was a wet up to have her soundly thrashed and degraded among the Criminals of the area.

She was too busy suffering and cumming for coherant thought, however.

Suddenly, her boobs were out in the open and she had no recollection of her zippers being undone. And two claw feel gloved hands found purchase by digging deep in the pliant mamflesh and Cyberia was going down and back, bringing Blundie up and over Cyberia, Blundie's long booted legs now leading the way unerringly toward a corner post, one leg to each side. Her already well abused lower wells took the brunt of the crash and her gloved hands

went to assuage the pain. And Blundie was aloft again and being rushed across the ring to another corner post, her head, this time, bearing the brunt of a loud crash. Cyberia raised the patsy and, holding Blundie's dark tresses, used them to pull back on the patsy's head before slamming Blundie's face onto the top of the corner post at least a score of times in quick succession. Then flung the patsy across the ring like a bag of flour, leaving a trail of liquids since somehow, while Blundie's noggin was bearing te brunt of the corner post, other hands had been busy between the patsy's legs and had opened the zipper that ran through Blundie's crotch.

Squish... Squish...Squish

The sounds Cyberia's booted knee made as she rammed it hard down on Blundie's pussy and, each time, Blundie seemed to rise from the canvas and slam down again. Then Cyberia made a fist of one of her gloved hands and drove it in the hole most recently kneed, with such power that the arm sent elbow deep. And, with loud sloshy noises, proceded to rape the hole, spewing Blundie's liquids over Cyberia's arms and bodice as well as Blundie's long boots.

SPLUTCH. Cyberia had raised Blundie's hips high with the arm already well ensconced and now added the other arm with a humungous blow that took it elbow deep as well. Blundie screamed out an orgasm and her own gloved hands went to her own now denuded boobs and added the kind of punishment she avowed to despise. She'd gone into a state of constant orgasm now and was stretching her milkbags in a maner they'd been stretched before ,

by various members of the Crime World, Supervillains, robots and various ilks of Aliens from different parts of the Galaxy. Blundie had gone into that state the French call 'Casse Noisettes' where her cunt and asshole clenched around their pleasure giving invaders tightly.

Cyberia was trying to free her arms and brought booted legs around to kick at Blundie's self extended boobs and face, serving little more purpose than increase the patsy's cummings. The crowd howled as the battle turned to somewhat favor the patsy.

Cyberia changed tactics based on the fact her arms were othrwise bound to continue their forays up Blundie's wells, struggled around to get her legs under her and picked up Blundie, raised her high on her perches and slammed her down on the canvas but failed to dislodge her now soaking gloved arms. Now picked up Blundie again and this time slammed her midriff on a corner post. Blundie repaid her by clutching tighter and showering milk back toward her proving Blundie's desire of self abuse once turned to mush was at full roar.

Blundie was still at full roar as she was taken on a huge, arcing trajectory upward and slammingly downward to slam on the canvas again, still pumping milk from her glove surrounded nipples. Then in a sideways arc that crashed the middle of her back into a corner post so she sprayed her milk outward from the ring.

"Ummmm. Tasty!" Avowed a pretty Blond who'd received full benefit of the milk shower. She didnt mind at all that Blunderful milk was dripping down her latex outfit, into her blue boots and gauntlets.

Cyberia was fuming in anger and brought Blundie to the canvas again painfully. She tried to free her well stuck arms by extending booted legs around Blundie's butt and ramming two stiletto heels into boobflesh. Blundie's. Deep and digging into the breastmeat and causing twin fountains of blood to spurt from the boobs. Blundie shuddered anew and clutched invaders tighter. And her pulling of her own boobs caused the breatflesh to tighten around the heels that were gouging six inch deep in them. Cyberia had trapped herself!

"Hurt me more, pu-leeze!"

Tension broken for a moment, the audience howled in mirth at the plea by the patsy and Cyberia redoubled her efforts to free boot heels and well buried gloves. Somehow, she managed to bring her mouth to Blundie's cunt and spent a few licks to get a prominent clittie to become even larger. And then bit down as if wishing to seperate the eroginous sex organ from it's owner. Blundie orgasmed humungously which relaxed her tense muscles and released hands and heels that she accomodated.

Cyberia was as sweaty as Blundie when she managed to get to her feet and climb on a close corner post. She launched herself high into the air and came down, body slamming onto Blundie's in a well executed body slam. And quickly rose to grab the much drooling patsy by her hair again. Blundie became intimate wich a corner post again, her head used again as a battering ram.

"She's trying to kill the cunt..."

"Ye-e-e-essss!"

Blundie was actually rising, somehow, her milk covered gloves still pulling tits that were still gushing milk. Cyberia grabbed for long hair again and used it to pull Blundie up and over in a trajectory that punished Blundie's pussy again, violently, against an instrument used before. This time she showered the nearest members of the audience with abundant femoils.

"Damn she's got tasty pussy juices..." Went a youngish hooker rubbing Femoil into her leather attire. "Sure like to spend a while between those legs..."

"If there's anything left between 'em..." Said her pimp, annoyed.

Cyberia, meanwhile, had pulled Blundie back into the middle of the ring and walked over the prone, wrything body, bent and grasped Blundie's boot ankles and, with a display of remarkable strenght, picked the patsy up and swung her high into the air. Reversed Blundie's trajectory and brought her head down on another cornerpost with a loud report like the smashing of a watermelon. Brought her up again and sent her crashingly, face first, onto the corner post again. She then stood Blundie on two feet again and wound up for a roundhouse blow that sent Blundie on a two hundred seventy degree journey that had Blundie hitting the canvas again, this time with two gloved hands still pumping milk from her boobs.

This time, Cyberia dropped to booted knees straddling Blundie's head and lowered a pussy that Blundie had no option other than to accomodate orally since Cyberia's meaty thighs held her head in a vice hold. Two ebony gloved hands shoved Blundie's hands aside and grabbed nipples that were purpled and cigar length in size by now. And proceded to give those nipples a squeezing and pulling far stronger than Blundie had, stretching those boobs about two feet in length and a skinny, white and pasty hue. Jetting milk some six feet in the air at each humungous pull. At least the patsy was getting liquids to replace liquids.

Cyberia was satisfied because she had two orgasms of her own, not surprising since she covered the face of the one oft refered to as the best pussy lapper in the World. She picked the patsy up by those nipples and rewarded her by running Blundie from side to side of the ring with nipples rubbing against the rough hemp. She then straddled the ex-Heroine on the ropes and ran her back and forth, the rough hemp sandpapering pussy lips and asshole. The screams emitted by the patsy were like music to Cyberia's ears. She let out a laugh of pleasure and, yes, victory.

Cyberia displayed her humungus strenght again by squeezing both Blundie's elongated boobs together so they could be gathered in one gloved hand, and lifted Blundie into the air by them. She now used the other gloved fist in a vicious and punishing attack on Blundie's kidneys that resounded through the auditorium and caused a release of urine from the pummeled one, down booted legs as well as in them, flooding to mix with femoils and milk. Blundie, in suffering, continued to orgasm until Cyberia tired of that torture. She set Blundie against the ropes, back to a corner post, backed away and came back with a roundhouse kick to Blundie's head, snapping it around so hard a normal Woman would be crying whiplash. Two more similar blows were delivered to the rocked and trembling patsy before Cyberia backed away to the other side of the ring then sprinted toward Blundie, lifted off boots first and crashed into Blundie's belly, turning wit catlike grace to land on te canvas and sprint away again, turn and make the same return trip. And skidded on the wet canvas so her legs went between Blundie's and to each side of the corner post.

Blundie fell forward, her gloved arms flailing and catching Cyberia's booted legs, folding them back on Cyberia as Bluderful weight added to the bionic former KGB enforcer, pinning the hurting Soviet to the canvas. Big Red had no other choice than to count out the former spy. And announce Blunder Broad as the winner.

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"Did you have fun last night?" Asked Batty, stepping down into the jacuzzi still fully dressed from her night's patrol. She noted Blundie was in the hot water still dressed as she'd left for the wrestling matches the night before.

"I'm not quite sure although I have a rather nice, heavy gold belt this morning..." Replied Blundie. "I'm kind of sore so maybe you can massage the aches away."

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