THE KORRUPTOR Part 2

E.N.Cuire

If you dont like the rough stuff, turn away from this story. PLEASE. Do yourself a favor... This story is rated XXX and not for the faint of heart.

Blunder Broad was created by Eric Stanton and is copyright. Most of the other characters are my own and I have been left with the charge of continuing the sagas of the Stanton characters.

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Blunder Broad certainly had no yen to enter the cell Lady Carlinda was propelling her into. It was damp, dank and musty and smelled bad. She shied back from descending the worn stone steps but a white rubbergloved hand helped her on her way. T'was unfortunate that the armbinder still held her arms behind her, unable to come forward to prevent the three point bumpity-bumpity-bumpity of her breastwork and head as she descended toward what looked like several inches of silt covering a flor that was surely stone as well.

Her latex protection proved little solace against the twenty six bumpity-bumps they each encountered on their descent but at least her noggin only bumped once and taht was when she reached the bottom. Her eyes refused to focus when she spied four, then eight rubber booted legs in her vision. She did manage a yelp as a gloved hand grasped her ebony tresses and seemed to lift her aloft with apparent ease before she was propelled toward a device she'd rather not meet up with. It looked quite unfinished.

The handlebars were thin and looked like surgical steel, pointed at the ends and there was no saddle. Just two upright prods of humungous proportion she knew were meant for *Her*. They were. Two strong people lifted her booted feet clear of the ankle deep muck and deposited her downward so her lower holes met the tips of both. She shuddered and, in shuddering, aided their entry to two wells that had housed such prods before. Her pretty mouth moved into an "O" of surprise and non verbal complaint.

"Fits rather neatly, I'd say..." Voiced Lady Carlinda, her upper crust British accent gating on Blundie's nerves. She was already fondling one Blunderful nipple while I fingered the other, drawing them into exitation and engorgement. With a nod to each other, we tugged and used the piercings of each nipple as housings for the steel 'handlebars'.

"Great Heroine..." I said in contempt. "Pump down on the pedals..."

"Shall NOT..." She replied, obviously not having considered the consequences. She did now...

Ga-ZZZZZa-a-appp

Bolts of lightning seemed to sear her insides through her twin seats making a blunderful back arch in agony, pulling on those outrageous nipples so her breasts lengthened to around three feet. She pumped down on those pedals el quicko... Her crimson booted legs went into driving pistons of effort.

"Much better, dearie, dont you think? If you should slow down your pedalling, you will be shocked again until you speed things up again... I can assume it'll be most...

Disconcerting..." Said Lady Carlinda with a sneer. "Each time you are shocked, the shocks will keep getting stronger so I'd advise you to pedal like your life depends on it, Stupidhero..."

"Another thing, Dum-dum... You'll notice that something is being pumped into your whoreholes... I'm told you have experienced plenty of it before..." Milady went on for bad measure. "The cell will therefore start filling with enhanced animal sperm mixed with the sperm of every male convict in the Prison System... Over five thousand prisons... Each of the donors, I'm sure, will be eagerly awaiting DNA results to see who is the proud father of Blunder Boob's first born..."

"I've already birthed..." Blurted Blundie before she could contain herself.

"We're well aware of that, dear heart... We do mean birthed on this Planet... Oh. I almost forgot to mention... The, ah... Father of your children is on it's way here along with one of your offspring... Quite beautiful, I'm told, and quite, quite cruel as well...

Now... I think a mask is in order. It'll make you look so cute..."

Blundie didn't like masks. She certainly didn't like the look of this one either and quickly used Amazon muscle to try and prevent it's fit. Her concentration let her fall behind on her pedalling and shocks broiled through her, turning her eyes into teacup size and opening the upper (free) orifice that was wuickly filled with several inches of what looked like a man's member attacked to a mask with headstraps and a long hose.

"Ga-a-a-aphhhhhh"

She was not a happy camper when a viscous liquid she'd tasted too many times before started pumping down her throat through the mask. She was aware, however, that she must keep up her efforts with those marvelously booted legs that were already streaming the creamy substance being pumped into both lower holes. And she discovered that the exercycle wasn't so low tech after all.

Perhaps designed so that the pressure would activate them and turn them into churners with eggbeater motions, whatever. They were disconcerting to the Crime Fighter who now felt like her insides were in a mix-master, perhaps. The metal nodules on the now revolving prods were acting like scrapers and forcing (?) Blundie into a mode we've seen many times before. Defensive. Her sap was flowing and she was most greatful for the oozing stuff being bumped in her rectum that acted like a lubricant there for her. Blundie, however, was well on her way and her so (un)secret masochistic bent had her well in, well, you know. Blundie underwent the first of many orgasms.

Ga-ZZZZZZZZZZaap-p-p-ppp

In orgasm, her pistoning legs had stopped pistoning and the Heroine suffered an electrifying re-awakening of her efforts. Problem was, in pain, tripple prodded and well roto-rootered, Blundie swiftly orgasmed again. And for good measure, again...

"Whatta whore... I swear she slowed deliberately in order to get hurt..."

That, of course, from lovely Carlinda who was pumping my iron right then having taken me up her accomodating rear. I was enjoying her enjoyment of the Superheroine's pain and suffering. Carlinda seemed to have a vicious streak a mile wide and I knew I'd best watch myself with her around. This one could prove dangerous to my ongoing life if I wasn't careful...

"Let us leave her to her own devices, Darling..." Said Lady Carlinda. "All this activity is making me quite famished and dinner should be about ready... We'll check on Dumdum after we eat..."

Dinner was European style. Lady Carlinda insisted on that... "We are civilized people, dear, and must behave in a civilized manner..." Perchance she forgot that torturing and attempting the total degredation and impregnation of a Superheroine was not exactly what Civilization was all about... Dinner took three long hours but the conversation, as usual, never lagged. Her cruelty was only equalled by her ability at keeping up an interesting conversation. As she finished the last of her coffee and patted her plump, kissable lips with her napkin, she instructed me. "You'll need your waders, Darling... Things mighe be a little deep down there by now..."

She was quite correct, of course. We descended into the dungeon to note that Blunder Broad was creating quite a froth as her long booted legs, thigh deep in the thick, viscous liquids, continued to piston. Her boot tops had gone under at every pump of the pedals so her legs were getting heavier and heavier to use, impeded by weight and the stuff surrounding them.

(Ever tried running in water?)

"Look at her tits... They're... Longer..." Said Carlinda and, yes, they were. Longer and thinner and looking a lot less stressed. No less pained but less stressed.

"Dont you think another trial might be appropos before we retire? I have some nice roping in mind and something she's sure not to like very much..."

"Yes Dear..." Replied Carlinda wading thigh deep through enhanced gysm. "We must make sure she's well plugged, of course..."

"But of course..." I replied, thinking about a Commercial for a certain mustard. And we proceded to remove her from her machine after turning off the power.

Removing her from said machine was more difficult than I anticipated. Oh, she came off her saddles with a lot more ease but gysm was weighing her down heavilly. Oh, we did drop her a couple of times which caused her to surface spluttering, having ingested quite a lot of the stuff she'd not yet ingested.

"Darling... She looks quite pregnant already... "Went Carlinda eyeing a pouched out tummy that looked like the owner was some eight months along the way...

"With everything stuffed into her, she couldn't rid herself of anything, could she?"

I replied. "Must be quite uncomfortable by now... "

"You dont know the half of it-t-t-t" Blundie wanted to cry out. "I'd like to stuff both of you with all the stuff I've got in me..." Of course, her hosts had seen that she was well ballgagged so all that emitted was "UMPH-H-H-H-H..."

She found herself half staggering and half carried to waht looked like a giant greenhouse, humid and hot. She immediately started a sweat in her latex and started a struggle when she saw where she was bound. Where she was bound to be bound.

A long pole stood up in a flowerbed set deep down, two feet below the surface of the walking area and it looked quite uncomfortable. (Amazons can tell these things). It was. It had what looked like a bedknob of brass on it's end about four inches across and Blundie knew her suffering Puss was to be impaled. Again.

She was wrong. Again. The pole was bound for her still well distended asshole and she slid down in it with easebefore being bound to the pole

"She's quite a bit looser down there than when we started." Commented Carlinda matter of factly. "Should be able to take an elephant up there pretty soon..."

"D'ya think she cant right now?" I replied binding her booted ankles to the pole.

Blundie looked around her wondering if some other devious house guest was to be allowed at her but no one approached.

"Do sleep well, Dumdum, if you can..." was the parting repartee from Carlinda as both she and Korruptor left the greenhouse and turned off the neons, leaving Blundie bathed in a greenish glow.

"Not my color. No... The horrors..."

At least she had a respite. She was not that much discomforted and felt like things were looking up. If she could just get off this goldarned pole... She almsot sobbed when Carlinda returned and clibed down into the pit. "Almost forgot the promised addition to your discomfort, didn't we?"

Blundie wanted to tell her that she should not have bothered to return on her account. She didn't wish for further discomfort but Blundie was ever suffering and Blundie knew her Goddesses had again deserted her... Another mask and another jawbreaker was added to her position and meant to further her degredation. What she felt invade the mask and her throat was not to her liking at all. (Had it ever been?)

Carlinda took her leave just as the first liquids reached Blundie's mask under pressure.

"They're flushing the toilets into me-e-e..." She wailed mentally. At least they were running the waste through some kind of disposal that liquified the solids. Once the greenhouse was again bathed in the green hue, she again took stock and swallowed. And swallowed. And swallowed.

The first tendril that touched her startled her as it wove around one of her still painful nipples oozing some kind of aromatic sap that seemed to engorge the nipple even further. A second tendril took duties at her other nipple while thicker tendrils started weacing their way around the bases of those boobs that had by now repaired themselves to their old overabundance. And started to tighten. And TIGHTEN some more, still getting stronger andTIGHTNING, cutting off blood flow to the giant gourds. Blundie sobbed as the two smaller tendrils now started wrapping around the bases of her nipples while their ends seemed to have become neeple sharp and were now drilling deep in Blundie's milk ducts.

Blundie tried to Scream without success from the fiersome pain assaidling both nipples. She was tossing her long tressed head from side to side in dire agony and failed to even feel the tendril that was now fighting a successful battle to get control of a clittie already engorged due her pains. Wrapping itself around the little 'man-in-the-boat' and then sending forth the same sharp needle as the others, piercing deep into the Womangrissle and causing the bound Blundie further and further dire agony. Agony that was already having it's effect on her libido as she swung into overdrive and fired off several shuddering orgasms in a row. Orgasms that shook her so hard she lost control of her overfilled bladder and kidneys so she unleashed a flood of yellow down the insides of her long legs. She was mortified although no one was there to watch her self degredation, her long boots filling with the pungeant results of too many ingestions that were still ongoing.

She felt the loamy earth under her boots soften with the wet and felt herself start to sink into the loam and was becoming further impaled on her rounded 'lover' which was giving her a royal, well, you know what. She was also failing to notice that her unique watering was bringing other things to life. Two looked like miniature Man Eating Plants and one was more akin to objects she'd had fed inside her so many, many times before. Each was starting to grow at a prodigeous rate while waving around as if wind blown in a decent size storm.

Her eyes widened as something HUGE started it's fight against her labia. A fight an invader usually succeded in winning and this one was, almost lifting Blundie several inches but, alas, not far enough for ther to rid herself of her perch. This invader reminded her of another so long ago who seemed to have a tongue inside a small mouth and Blundie had the feeling the walls of her vaginal tact were now being licked most pleasurably.

Pleasure was but fleeting as the other two plants rose and found big gourds that looked about right as food and mouths with a hundred needle teeth each chomped heavilly on Amazon breasts and drove teeth deep into tender Womanflesh, driving the ever sufferer into another spasm of cumings she could not avoid. Then the suction began.

Blundie's teary eyes shed even more as she realized these... MONSTER plants were adding to her insult by sucking on her more powerfully than anyone or thing had sucked before. And that included that damned elephant who mistook her, perchance, for a Mommyphant, Blundie was being SUCKLED, make that SUCKLED in a manner that was drawing off her Mommy Milk with a power it felt like the insides of her mighty mammoos must follow. And while she was being regally fucked down below and her tummy was bloating again since she could not expel what she was being forced to ingest.

She might have paused to wonder if the Korruptor had brought in the local Army barracks to use the house facilities but the flushing of johns continued unabated and it was not fresh water flushing...

She could feel something growing in her tummy but put it down to indegestion as she relaxed in another set of orgasms and did what Blundie was wont to do. Exhausted. She went into a deep sleep.

END.PART II