Blunder Broad visibly slumped as if slapped by the daughter she'd just serviced so well. She'd also been painfully plumbed by her daughter's father in the rear while indulging in sex that was purely incest despite that she had no idea what she was doing. I knew Blundie's mind had shut down as that over ripe body went into overdrive in orgasms that obviously protected that mind when that body was under distress. Blunder Broad, I knew now, was the perfect masochist and, furthermore, Lady Carlinda would never defeat her except by actually doing away with her.

Blundie had all but been broken in two by that Alien... Thing that had taken her at Demonetta's bequest. She'd orgasmed as all her holes were filled and stretched most horribly and lay there between her daughter's booted feet, degraded by her daughter's words. The words seemed to have hurt her the most. Right now my mind was termoiled but I knew I must procede with the plan that was forming with utmost care. If I didn't, it was going to be my own end let alone the end of this, the pluckiest of Heroines I'd ever encountered.

I was just about to make a suggestion when Yuri Stephanoczek coughed and spoke up,

"This one has put away many of my girls..." He said in almost perfectly accented English. Yuri, I knew, was the capo of the Russian Maffia out of Brighton Beach and had been trained by the old KGB at their top secret camp, code named 'Little America'. "Their sisters are nere with me and outside... They would surely enjoy meeting this one and getting a piece of her, shall we say? Perhaps outside on the Estate grounds where there is ample opportunity to find devices to destroy her..."

Both Carlinda and Dominetta looked pleased. I managed to maintain a poker face but dreaded what cruelties these Russians could wreak on Blunder Broad.

"Your girls have been entertaining our bodyguards well, Yuri... They deserve a chance at some payback... Call them to meet us in the farm yard..." Instructed Carlinda adding a rubber raincoat to her outfit while others added rain and cold weather gear as well.

I knew that tastes ran in all manner of ways so wasn't surprised that these Russian hookers ran the gamut from the svelte and attractive to the horribly obese and ugly. The grins on their faces, however, were similar when they spotted what they were to play with. They obeyed their Boss in allowing the Heroine to wade toward the farm area before the two most ugly and obese pushed the others away and grabbed the still weak Blundie, one of them taking her matted hair in a gauntleted fist and pulling backward while the other rammed a filthied white thighbooted knee between Blundie's long legs. Hard. Blundie went down in the mud just as hard with nary a bleat because the hairpuller launched herself, legs wide, across that so pretty face. (Yeah. Blundie's. I already said how ugly these two were...)

No preliminaries as the other drove her long gloved hand with Mike Tyson muscles deep into Blundie's open well so hard it moved both Heroine and aforementioned rider. The huge arm dissappeared elbow deep in that well spread well that could well, by now, accomodate an elephant. One of Blundie's long booted legs came up in shock while her gloved arms flailed around uselessly while attempting to find purchase on the fat surrounding her. Two of the other hookers quickly took care of the wrists by dislocating them with audible cracks before twisting two elbows out of joint. That just seemed to encourage two others who grabbed a booted foot apiece and quickly, despite the rubber covering of the boots, disclocated those as well. Lady Carlinda and Dominetta chortled with glee as knees became the next targets for dislocation before Blundie's ass was raised onto an old box, which allowed another of the hookers to access another hole still slick from a previous encounter. Blundie's body was twitching in obvious distress but just as obviously starting to move against those fists now raping her insides.

"They mean to kill her..." I said as matter of factly as I could manage.

"Don't be so silly... She's loving it..." Answered back Carlinda as she, herself orgasmed and moved her world class ass against Dominetta's oppulent frontal real estate. "I'll bet they get Blundie to suck all the cum out of them befoe they're done with her..."

Maybe they heard Carlinda, maybe they didn't. They did, however, now take turns forcing Blundie to pay lip service and repaid her well with the contents of their bladders. Blundie coughed and spluttered in distress as the hookers used a blunderful nose to rape themselves before pissing but at least, she was able to breathe as each gal dismounted and another took her place. Meanwhile, a couple of mangy but large dogs had come out of a barn to see what was going on and one of them approached Blundie's drooling loins. The youngest and prettiest of the hookers made as if to shoo him away but but she was stopped from doing so by one of the older whores. The young one giggled as the dog sniffed around a bitch that smelled pretty good to him before letting go with a first lick, testing the taste, as it were.

Must have tasted something he seemed to like and went for the gusto, having an obvious effect on the sopping Heroine. As he was sating his taste buds, something was growing benieth him and the young hooker giggled as the dog's cock slid wetly out of it's shieth and continued to grow. A few more licks for good measure and the dog lunged up and onto Blundie, dove deep into a well already well prepared and rammed deep, burrying some twelve inches of grissle .

"Dog could show some guys how it's done..." Went the pretty one with a giggle. "Knows how to get a ho ready with plenty of foreplay..."

Foreplay must have been about right for the rapee. She was meeting thrust with thrust in lust and the dog was slamming into her with obvious pleasure. This was giving the hookers a thrill and many of them were openly laughing as a race ensued. A race Blunder Broad proved she rarely could loose. She went off in orgasm again just before the hound shot his load deep into her and then fought for release. After which he claimed his due by lifting his leg and pissing deep into a well still drooling and distended from the plumbing.

The hookers had finished with Blundie's other end by now so the other dog sidled up to the almost commatose Brunette. Some sniffing ensued, yes but no foreplay for this denizen as he lunged and plunged at a hole that seemed to be empty right now.

"Glub-b-b..." Went the Blunderful one as she was filled with dog grissle again. The dog had thrust deep, past the Heroine's tonsils while paws who's nails had never seen a clipping rasped at two boobs that stood up like jello molds and showed quick evidence of the scraping they were getting. Dog must have liked the look of those nipples and chomped down on one as he lunged deeper.

An interchange in Russian was going on and I was too far away to hear it but knew it boded no good for the plumbed Puss. I was right as an old chair was pulled up between Blundie's long booted legs and one of the young hookers, this one in filthied low heeled boots that had once been white, sat on it. She was braced from behind as she started forcing her booted foot into a cavern recently vacated.

"Oh, yes-s-s... Good imagination... Rape her with that boot..." Went Carlinda. "That one gets a bonus later..."

Olga continued her pushing and the boot slid ankle deep, squirting doggy cum up it's shaft as it displaced the gooey liquid. And further still, the girls now making bets as to how much boot Blundie could take. Olga was thrusting her boot out and further in at every push and more of the shaft was swallowed each time she shoved, calf deep by how and then further. Blundie must have felt the sole of the boot hit her cervix by how and was clearly popping off orgasm after orgasm while still sucking on doggy grissle. Her wonderul body spasmed as she received Doggy sent-me's deep into her throat now and mewled as the doggy withdrew, sloppy, from her mouth. She was hanging slack jawed when the dog emulated his buddy by lifting a leg and pissing in the hole that had given him obvious pleasure.

Another interhcange in Russian and the young one withdrew a now sopping boot so Blundie could be dragged along by her hair to a pig pen. She was bodily lifted over the stye and allowed to drop deep into the mud, her head driving under the gushy surface. She did not move which prompted the girls to grab her hair again. They certainly didn't want this one to drown. Yet. They'd not finished dishing to her and wanted her to suffer more for her transgressions.

One of the girls raised Blundie so her breasts met the woodedn fence while another took hammer and nails to hand and brought screams from the tortured one as the nails were hammered through boobflesh so the boob's boobs could hold her up since her dislocated arms would not be able to. The box she'd been propped on before was used under her hips before her torturers stepped away to give the pen's occupants a chance to examine their newest member.

Blundie's eyes widened in fear as cold, wet snouts snuffled around her. A piglet, perhaps braver than his bretheren, clamped a snout filled with needle sharp baby teeth around a rudely protruding nipple and got a libation that perchance reminded him of his mommy. He brought a squeal from 'mommy' as 'mommy' srted to feed him. A squal that must have sounded about right to the biggest of the boars in the pen and who lunged upward and over the Blundersow with glee.

"I think he's smiling..." Went Carlinda as Blundie was covered with some four hundred pounds of boar who bored on in to a warm and pliant hole that felt tight but just about correct. Blundie squealed again, indicating to the boar that his porker had scored well and sending him into a rutting he knew well how to do.

"Oh, darn... No piglets for this one... He scored her ass, the dumb animal..." Went Demonetta pinching her own nipples.

"Not so dumb, darling..." Went Carlinda who was deep in an orgasm of her own. "What male wouldn't want to buttfuck that ass. In the ass..."

"Such language from one who professes a regal background..." A thought that flew through my head. My respect for the drilled Damsel increased as she seemed to make the most of the minutes. She spent herself in some more orgasms. Whatawoman!

She was, however, to discover what Farmers knew about pigs. The boar porking her was built differently from the rest of the animal kingdom and had brought the expression 'screw' into rude vernacular. The porker, after filling her bowels with steaming seed now attempted to unscrew from her which was causing great distress to both boar and butt. Her boobs lengthened as she tore against the nails, tossing still chomping piglets this way and that while the boar battered against her body, back and forth, trying for escape and causing her another set of machinegun-like orgasms before finally uncoupling so hard it threw him back against another of his brethren. A firehose stream of gooey gism fired from that well screwed butt, mure evidence of the boar's prowess within it. Blundie had obviously gone to sleep.

"Nyet. Nyet... No sleep. No sleep..."Went Olga while applying a hose to Blundie's mouth and turning it on. The Heroine woke up quickly, spluttering and half drowned. Olga picked her up bodilly, tearing the nails from the fence they were tacked to and carried her under a gloved arm to another enclosure.

Another of the hookers whispered in Olga's ear and Olga paused to think for a moment. "That is a problem and I sure this one will not mind giving the don-key a blow job... Bringing some rope for me..."

Olga had started life by going through some kind of engineering shcool, it seems. She soon had Blunder Broad under the donkey by tying ropes around booted ankles and gloved wrists. With the help of the others, she quickly had Blundie's limbs roped over the donkey's back so Blundie hung down under the beast, her head toward the beast's rear.

Olga considered the tableau for a moment, her engineering background churning in that ugly, obese being and slung a gloved hand under the moke, knowing just where to go with it. Quickly, she worked the pleased looking moke to erection and then, using her other gloved hand, she rammed the Heroine's head onto the erection. Deep.

A big hand came down on the donkey's rump which sprang him into motion and he took off at a canter. Olga had scoped that the donkey wasn't going to do much and Blundie wasn't either so she figured that motion would set things to swinging. They certainly did. It's highly doubtful that the donket had ever gotten a blow job before and getting one from this epiome of sexuality was cetainly starting with the best. No further persuasion was needed as the donkey continued to canter around having somehow discerned that his passenger would not ride his cock if he stopped or slowed the canter. He was right and got the riding of his life which culminated in a discharge that flooded and distended Blundie's tum but not before forcing (?) more orgasms from her. Only then did he slow down to a walk before spreading his hind legs.

"Oh, oh... " Went Carlinda. "I think he's going to..."

Not even yet out of Carlinda's mouth and Blundie was being flooded again, repaid for the wonderful blow job to a lover who seemed to say, "Ho, hum..." Pee flooded from Blundie's nostrils as well as her mouth but, true to form, she came again. I, in turn, became convinced that Blundie could take everything they could think of as long as it didn't include doing away with her.

"It is time for dinner... " Went Carlinda suddenly. "I think we can let this slut rest for the night... Take her to the compost heap. She'll be warm and uncomfortable there..."

She was all of that. Burried to her neck in the compost heap where nature took it's course causing a reaction where the mowings somehow heated up with the moisture raining down. Blundie somehow managed to doze off despite the pain and discomfort of her imprisonment. With dislocated elbows, wrists, knees and ankles, escape was impossible even for a Superheroine.

I had to work quickly after dinner. I had a duty fuck to perform and gave the performance of my life, fucking Carlinda into a stupor before tying her up. She thought it was a splendid game but had doubts when I made to exit the room. I had her well tied and gagged so I knew she could raise no one to rescue her. Another half hour and I was in my waders, getting Blundie out of the compost heap. As gingerly as I could, I reset her limbs and helped her to my hidden getaway car. (Yes. Someone like me always plans incase he has to make a quick exit)

As we drove from the Estate, there was a large explosion behind us. I didn't slow or pull over. With luck, we'd have no more problems from Lady Carlinda and her friends and I aimed to take Blunder Broad to my lair in Switzerland for a little rest and recouperation. The chalet in Les Diablerets was hidden from even my closest confidente, my trusted banker. I had paid cash for it to a type of ill repute who wouldn't talk to anyone.

Blundie and I had a marvelous two weeks which I'll never forget. But that's another story. She told me she had to return to doing what she did best and I had no heart to tell her she'd been doing that for these past two weeks.

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