The Korruptor Part 3

E.N.Cuire

You were warned before and here it is again. If you dont like XXX action, go somewhere else for reading material. This is a BLUNDER BROAD story with drastic consequence (As usual) to America's premiere Patsy and self appointed Superheroine. BLUNDER BROAD is (C) Copyrighted to Stanton Publications and most of the other characters are either my own copyright and/or creations of my own fertile, perverse mind. BLUNDER BROAD and her copyright were left in my charge by Eric Stanton for me to continue her saga and 'keep her alive'. As usual, any relationship of these characters to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental unless

they are worthy of our scorn and dislike...

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"Truly remarkable..." The statement I made when I saw this wonderous body undulating sensually in slumber despite the forces being exerted on her sublime form by the plants. Her body must be under extreme duress, her huge gourds chewed and masticated by the many needle toothed plants that were also sucking at those gourds and drawing forth the milk more often associated with a pregnant Mommy in her last trimester. True, the gourds were flattening as they were depleted of their content and they seemed to be getting longer as they sagged against her chest. Soon, they would be resting atop a belly that was already giving an appearance of quadruplets carried to full term. Quadruplets of some nine pounds apiece. By the flaring of her nostrils and her breathing, it was obvious she was orgasming repeatedly and no Superheroine I'd ever worked over had been able to sustain so many orgasms. And had certainly not orgasmed while asleep.

"Superb, isn't she?" This coming from Lady Carlinda who was standing by my side and watching as I was. "I am truly in awe... I had no idea this one would prove to be such a slut... She will be ready to birth soon.."

"Birth?" I asked. "How so?"

"The plants so gloriously imbedded in her whoreholes are filling her with their seeds and the emission of those seeds will cause her the upmost in dire agony... She will suffer more agony than when she birthed siblings through her nipples to the Alien who 'fathered' that duo..."

Again, the warning bells in my head. Lady Carlinda was starting to take on the appearance of being Lady Cracked and could end up as a complete danger to myself and my ongoing health. I was getting the feeling of being used by my Paramour to revenge some wrong Blunder Broad had perhaps done to my Love. My ongoing health was of supreme importance to me and I'm sure you can appreciate that fact.

"Wha-a-a-what are they doing with my beautiful breasts?" Went Blundie to herself as she came to and looked down. "They are making them ug-l-y! again..."

T'was at that point she spotted how much her tummy had expanded while she slept and started feeling the churning of something in that expanded tum. And in her rear intestines as well. Something dolorous. Make that, somethings that were already kicking her insides worse than any fetus could surely accomplish. She tried to scream through the device clamped firmly to her face and in her throat but failed to emit much more than a gurgle. Her breasts were now resembling two over doughed pancakes, now flopping lewdly over her tummy and long enough to cover what was happening in her puss. (Yes, the one below the belt)

Blundie's back curved in painful distress and her long legs bent of their own volition and she was bearing down, attempting perhaps, some kind of La Mas breathing to alleviate the agony.

"It's time, my Love..." Went Lady Carlinda with upmost cheer. "Isn't it

exciting... She's about to birth..."

Excruciating pain assailed Blunder Broad as the huge tenticles withdrew from her two lower holes. Her famous masochistic nature being what it was, the pain brought pleasurable orgasms that shook her abundant body so hard that she started expelling liquids in a gush that would have embarassed her had she not been cuming at the time. And then she screamed as her insides felt like they were being torn away and her just spent liquids gushed from overflowing boot tops as more pain drove her to her knees in the mud. She was birthing huge sea urchinlike seeds in a staccatto of crampings alternating as they rasped out of each of her lower holes.

The two largest of the 'seeds' now replaced the needled tendrils assailing her tits and started sucking on any Blundiemilk that might have been left in some secret reservoir. Seems they found some, too, and Blundie cried our again on dolor and then again in orgasm.

"I just love it... Her tits are almost long enough that we can feed a ring through the nipples and attach the ring to her clittie... Look how big that thing's become..." No sooner she said it that Lady Carlinda swung a booted leg into the mud and brashly tore the seed from one Blundieboob, inserting

a ring through the nipple pierced so long ago. She then repeated the action swiftly with the other nipple and tugged down cruelly on the ring before joining it on Blundie's outstanding clitoris. Taking Blundie's ears in gloved hands, she now tugged the distraught Damsel to her feet before releasing the constictions on Blundie's arms and tugging the arms behind her back. With a swiftness that showed expertise, she quickly bound Blundie's gloved arms together at wrist and elbow, pulling back Blundie's shoulders and stretching her tits further. Blundie, for her part, cried out in an agony that seemed to be music to Lady Carlinda's ears.

"What are you doing to my Moth-ur-r-r?" The tones were not unlike Blundie's own but the venom that dripped from the words made even the Great Blunder Broad shiver. The stark raving beauty was clad in an almost non existant outfit of shining rubber bands that almost covered what they were intended to cover. Almost. Her extreme heeled boots kissed her puss as she moved. Boots of matching ebony and with stiletto heels of some six inches that also matched well the ebony of the gauntlets she wore. Blundie also noted she was wearing a mask not unlike Galaxeena's that also served as a collar. The beauty stepped up to Blundie and spat in her face. "Why, then, should I call you Mothur-r-r? You deserted me at birth... By the by... I'm now known as Demonetta, thanks to a friend of yours, name of Bwitcha..."

Blundie shuddered. Her Daughter had nothing but bad to learn from one of the most evil Women Blundie had known. "I was never given a chance to know you..." She plainted. "You and your Sister were taken from me..."

"Because you were an unfit mother..." Spoke up Fertila, the Alien she-male who had so hurtfully and degradingly inseminated Blundie. Blundie shuddered at hearing it speak, remembering how her tits were skewered and later used to birth the twins through her milk ducts.

"I was never given a chance..." Wailed the Blunderful one. "I was very capable of loving you..."

"And so you shall, Mommy Dearest... And so you shall... First, however, you need to bathe. You stink to high hades and I will not allow you to touch me while you do..."

How Lady Carlinda had found and gotten in touch with this duo I had no idea. I did scope out that I'd better let things play for the time being since numbers were in Lady Carlinda's favor right now. If I made waves, I might end up water under a bridge and that was not in my self elected future. Horror of horrors, I was starting to really like this bodacious, bragadocious, Blundering bondagette and starting to respect her pluck and how she was taking all the abuse dished to her. I commanded six of my best Females to come forward and take Blundie for a good cleanup. Besides, horny old sod that I am, I wanted to see what kind of 'love' this Demonetta had in store for the Superheroine.

Lady Carlinda bade us all to the dining hall where breakfast was to be served and I found that our guest list had grown astoundingly. Seems Lady Carlinda had invited many members of the Criminal Community along with their slutty girlfriends for a weekend at Blunder Broad's expense. Well. Lady Carlinda's, verily but the intention was for Blunder Broad to pay as well.

Introductions were made, much to my own displeasure since I prefered to remain annonymous. At least I had the foresight to dash to my chambers and put on a black mask that would hide my features, plus a hairpiece to disguise my brush cut. I also entered the dining room again in a stoop and with a limp that would be remembered far more than the man himself. As I've recounted, I am very adept at disguise and being the faceless one in a crowd. With my eyes, I let Carlinda know how upset I was but she seemed, as usual, to shrug it off as something without importance. We were all seated and being served when Blunder Broad was brought back into our presence.

I managed to cover my gasp of surprise with a cough. My girls had done a wonderous job and Blundie looked magnificent, a tall, regal and shining example of mature Womanly beauty if one discounted the nipples and how they were ringed to her clittoris. Her boots, gloves and costume were shined so much that the lights just high lit her fabulous form in a glory of it's own.

Evidence of past misuse and abuse seemed to have disappeared and I realised that the stories about her were true. The Amazon Princess 'repaired' at a prodigious rate so all bruising and scratches were gone. Her hair had been brushed to a blue/black sheen rivaled only by her offspring's locks and her eyes shone that so beautiful hue of blue that had started turning me around. She stood before us a total epitomy of Royal Womanhood unashamed at what she could not cover of her body.

"Mommy. Dearest... How nice of you to join us..." Demonetta, of course.

"You professed your love for me... Your fevent wish to 'mother' me... Things we missed out on because I was taken from you... Get on your knees and kiss me. Show me how fond my Mommy is of me..."

Blunder Broad looked stunned. She looked as if her daughter had slapped her. "I will NOT..."

Demonetta smiled a grin I knew meant trouble. Trouble for her Mother who'd just refused to pay homage and lavish love on her offspring.

"Fath-u-r-r-r-r-r..."

Father came forward behind Blundie. Gauntletted arms went around her and his (?) princk sprang from an opening it seemed to create in his tight pants. I spared a glance at Lady Carlinda who's eyes were open in wonder while her tongue came out to lick pouty, full lips. Her own.

The 'princk', for that was what it was refered to among those who knew, looked like a light green snake with a small head, a big mouth and a long 'tongue' that snaked (Pardon the similarity of referance) out and licked Blundie between the asscheeks. Blundie started and jerked upward, pulling painfully on her ringed nipples and clittie just before the princk drove forward with unerring aim, deep in that hole a Woman holds most sacred.

Blundie's eyes widened in pain and degredation and a moment later, her nostrils were flaring as her lips seemed to plump in passion. I would later learn that the tongue was wiggling around deeply in Blundie's rear while it's master started pumping back and forward. Blundie was suffering and turning to mush as she'd done so many times before. Here was the most lusty of Women getting lost in lust while being royally reamed in the rear. Again.

Blundie was mushing along in passions she'd never admit to herself and was slowly being bent toward what had been ordained by Demonetta in the first place. She seemed unable to prevent her lips coming into mouth to mouth contact with her daughter. Upper to lower. She was being edged forward until her so patrician nose was enfolded in pussy lips and her mouth was being closed over as well. She was shuddering in orgasm and needing badly to take a breath of air which she could not do unless she used her tongue to seperate the folds of that cloying, clamping puss.

Demonetta squealed in glee as her Mother licked her and Mother was too far along, by now, to even realise that she was licking and lusting her own daughter. Lost in lust, Blundie was doin' what came naturally to an overboddied, fantastic and supersensual Amazon. Buggered in the back door, in pain from her tits and clittie, she was repaying her assailants for pleasures she was masochistically receiving. While Blundie was cuming, her daughter was CUMMING and clamping long booted legs around her Mother's head.

Suddenly Demonetta was laughing. Blundie looked like she was in distress and was. Demonetta was releasing her bladder and forcing her Mother to drink it all down. "A Mommy-Toilet... Such a loving Mommy-Slutt!!!"

Blundie falling forward caused two major sounds. The thwack as her head hit the marble floor and the Thlop-p-p-p as she was parted from the princk so deeply imbedded in her. She went down into the yellow waste she'd failed to consume.

"Mothu-r-r-r the toilet... I'm sure she wouldn't mind carrying all your wastes out of here so you wont have to miss this sumptuous repast..."

"She will want a little persuasion..." Added Demonetta's father (Or whatever) as he produced a studded rod of some shiny metal, about fourteen inches in length and three inches thick. It seemed to slide up Blundie's ass with almost too much ease, slick as it was from abuse (?) just lavished in it.

(Yeah. Blundie's ass, not the rod...) Blundie was trying, meanwhile, to raise herself up off the floor and almost made it before her eyes opened saucer wide in sheer panic, pain and shock.

"That, Blunder Busted, is what you will get should you refuse the refuse...

Of course, we know how much you like pain so we'd better give you a little more to please your masochistic self... Call it an extra incentive..."

He clipped something about the size of a cell phone on the ring through both nipples and her clittie and her luxuriant hair tried to stand on end as a shock

went through her form.

SPLA-A-A-A-T-T-T-TTTttt

Blundie went down head first, with no knockers to prevent her smacking her head into the hard marble. The marble failed to crack but she would swear her noggin did as would others hearing the gunshot like report of the collision. Groggy now, she attempted to raise herself again.

"You are going to be a good toilet slave, aren't you, Mothur-r-r?"

Another series of shocks to her frontage and to her rear where the device felt like it had expanded a couple of inches, persuaded the not-so-Superheroine

to nod her head in compliance.

"Good..." Went Demonetta who waved a couple of not so gentlemen of the Arabic persuasion forward. Each unreeled with one hand apiece, while their free hands went to tortured breastflesh to squeeze the elongated gourds some while pissing in her long boots. They were replaced quickly by two more, then two more as Blundie's boots became awash. By the time she was ordered to the fountain so she might clamber in and sluice out her boots, her boots were brimming in liquid and Blundie was degraded again.

There were two opposing thoughts in my mind by now. As I've chronicled, I'm a mercenary for hire and tough. My job was to bring various Superheroines to those who paid me and the job stopped there. I'd brought in several Superheroines and seen some degraded along the way. Heck. I'd had to degrade the odd one or three myself to subjugate them enough so they would not endanger me. I had not expected this Blunder Broad to get under my skin or touch a side of me that I thought deeply buried. It was almost as if she expected to suffer and, plucky, suffered almost in silence while retaining a certain regal bearing that Lady Carlinda was doing her upmost to remove. Lady Carlinda was smiling from here to there and I was well aware, knowing her so well by now, that she was inwardly shuddering in orgasms brought on by Blundie's travails.

Demonetta looked quite taken by her 'Mommy' as well. "Mommies should be able to slave for their family at any moment... And play with a daughter's toys, too... Just to show the daughter how to play nice... Daddy?" She raised an eyebrow so similar to her Mother's. To Blundie's.

Demonetta tittered like a schoolgirl as a hedious monster was brought in. This Thing was multi tenticled and as ugly as any nightmare. "Untie Mommy... Let her play with Pain..."

Mommy found herself freed but that was not to last beyond a second or three. 'Pain', the horribly tenticled mutant, sent a couple of tenticles that swiftly surrounded by swiftly moving tenticles that seemed to grab her everywhere at the same time. Two other tenticles, each as thigh as one of Blundie's calves, slammed deeply into her two wells and lifted her aloft. About ten feet aloft as she bleated in shock. The thing then slammed Blundie down on the marble floor, into the refuse she'd failed to clean. Picked her up again and darn it, slammed her down again.

Blundie's eyes looked completely vacant by the fourth thime she was given that treatment and finally, Demonetta strode toward her pet.

"Pain. You're so naughty..." She said in a petulant, scolding voice. You can break your new toy that way... Be nice to your plaything..."

The beast actually understood. Or seemed to. It ripped the gag from Blundie's drooling mouth and another tenticle dove in deep It then seemed to go into wavelike undulations while bending that Blunderful Body so much I thought Blundie's back might snap. I was about to break my own rules and step forward when I noted that something had changed in the rapee again. Darn if she wasn't looking like she was about to cum again. Darned if she didn't cum again. And again.

Pain seemed to tire of Blundie all of a sudden. well, perhaps not quite. It looked like Pain was having some kind of orgasms of it's own as some kind of viscous ooze began shooting from the overfilled, cuming heroine. Then the tenticles withdrew and Pain slithered out of the room.

"Anyone want a piece of Mommie-dearest right now???" Asked Demonetta of the assemblage. "Didn't think so..."

She turned toward her Mother who was standing, booted legs apart and swaying as if a bullrush in a high wind. "See, Mothur-r-r... No one wants your sorry ass any more..."

Blundie sobbed. She'd been degraded and debased. She'd been turned into the lowest of slut-slaves. Again.

End Part Three