EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT.

A rundown store front in a rundown part of town. A few PEOPLE, surprisingly well dressed for the neighborhood, loiter outside, looking furtive and uneasy till a BOUNCER lets them in.

A cab pulls up. The back door opens and MURPHY BROWN steps out onto the sidewalk. She is dressed for a stylish evening in a glitzy midthigh length minisheath, black with star-splashes of silver glitter. JIM DIAL gets out on the other side and MILES SILVERBERG emerges from the passenger side of the front seat, both in tuxes. All three wear domino masks.

As the cab drives off, MILES looks around.

MILES

Oh yeah, Murphy, this is exactly the kind of neighborhood I want to spend the evening in, especially in a tux!

MURPHY

(patiently)

We won’t be in the neighborhood, Miles, we’ll be inside.

MILES regards the store front dubiously.

MILES

That’ll be a big improvement. At least Corky had the sense not to go along with this.

MURPHY

You’ve been on this kick all the way from the station. Are you trying to set some kind of record for whining? Jim, how about some support here?

JIM

I have to agree with Miles on this one, Slugger. I’ve been on a lot of undercover assignments but this definitely takes the triple-layer angel food with rum icing. Which reminds me—I hope they serve refreshments.

MURPHY

What’s wrong with you two? What could be better than doing it out in the open? You know there’s no way Jim and I could disguise ourselves, we’re too well known. So, we just make it an evening out among friends …. In masks, of course.

MILES

A kinky illegal pervo-evening out, that’ll ruin our reputations if it ever gets around.

MURPHY

Who’s going to squeal?

MILES

Oh I don’t know, Murphy, let me see if I can think of someone. Hey, just as a possibility, what about 20/20 or First Edition or Hard Copy, any of our throat-ripping competition who’d love to see us ground into the mud!

MURPHY

So? So if they recognize us we’ll recognize them, and what’re they doing here? Commiting a felony or covering it, just like us? Besides, the guy who got me the tickets guaranteed our anonymity.

MILES

Well, I guess that’s something.

MURPHY

Trust me, it’ll be a piece of cake!

She gives their tickets to the BOUNCER.

BOUNCER

Go right on in Ms. Brown, Mr. Dial, Mr. Silverberg.

MILES spins and heads for the curb.

MILES

Taxi!

INT. CUBICLE.

Small and plain, a shuttered window in one wall with half a dozen chairs and end tables, ash trays and, next to a telephone, a bottle of champagne with glasses for refreshment and some hors d'oeuvres. MILES stands at the entrance like it’s the gas chamber. Then he stumbles in as though kicked from behind. MURPHY and JIM follow, the expression on her face making it plain that’s just what she did. They’ve taken off their masks.

MURPHY

See, Miles? As private as you like. Even a phone for our bids. If we were here to buy, of course.

JIM

Place smells like a locker room. I won’t say for what sport.

MILES

Frank isn’t here, Murphy. You said he’d meet us here.

MURPHY

No, Frank said he’d meet us here. He was kind of vague about when.

MILES

I’ll bet he won’t show. I’ll bet he saw what a stupid idea this was, and thought better of it.

MURPHY & JIM

(together)

Frank??

The phone rings and MILES jumps. MURPHY gives him a sneer as she goes to the phone and answers it.

MURPHY

(into the phone)

Say, when does this thing kick off? ... Oh, okay.

She pushes a button and hangs up.

MURPHY

(to the others)

Speakerphone.

PHONE VOICE (filter)

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to our 4th annual auction. We’ve worked long and hard to make this one extra special, and I think we have a couple of real surprises for you. For those who missed the earlier auctions—which were all rousing successes, by the way—the routine is simple. The item appears in the window and you bid over the phone. Privacy is assured, satisfaction is up to you. And remember, we take all major credit cards.

The VOICE clicks off. MURPHY, JIM and MILES take their seats.

JIM

Did you remember the camera, Murphy?

MILES

I watched them search her, I’ll bet she forgot.

MURPHY

Everyone watched them search me. But hey, you’re talking to a pro here! Would I let a little thing like a strip search stop me?

She turns away from the two men and, spreading her legs, squats slightly as she reaches down between them.

MURPHY (cont’d)

That creep (uhhhn!) did enjoy checking me out, didn’t he? Like I’d have a camera in my bra! Unfortunately for him, he didn’t enjoy it quite enough!

With a stage magician flourish, she withdraws from between her floppy-cuffed thighs a short rounded metal tube, dripping wet. She unscrews one end and pulls out a miniature camera.

MURPHY

Voila!

MILES

Well, that certainly explains your good mood tonight.

MURPHY

And if you don’t lighten up, you get to carry it out of here.

JIM

Say, would you mind if I—?

MURPHY

Be my guest.

She gives him the tube and he sniffs it like a fine cigar.

The shutter of the big window rolls up, revealing a dark space behind. The FYI’ers turn to it expectantly.

PHONE VOICE (filter)

Now, buyers, I think you’ll agree our first item is prime meat. We trapped her on the way home from the premiere of her latest film, "Big-Titted Playmate Biker Sluts from Hell—the Last Sequel (We Promise)."

The shutter comes up revealing a tall gorgeous brunette in leather thighboots and microdress cut almost to the nipples of a huge pair of shimmying breasts. Bound and ballgagged, she squirms uncomfortably.

MILES

(stunned)

Migod, that’s—that’s Julie Strain!

MURPHY

(enjoys his reaction)

Looks like my contact was right about this being a special auction, hey Miles?

MILES

(low, intense)

I want her, Murphy.

PHONE VOICE (filter)

The opening bid for this brunette bombshell—as is, to do with as you please—is $10,000. And we’ll throw in the video of us beating and tying her up for free. The gagging sequence alone is worth the money!

During the following exchange, MILES’s eyes never leave the window.

MILES

Murphy, you have a no-limit credit card.

MURPHY

Forget it, Miles. We came here to report, remember?

MILES

(feverishly)

Murphy, I’ve dreamed of this woman. You wouldn’t believe the dreams! I never knew I had such an imagination!

MURPHY

You don’t. You must be borrowing Eldon’s.

MILES

Please Murphy! You get every assignment you want for the next year!

JIM

Hey!

MILES

(At the adamant expression on her face)

Two years! Five years! I’ll pay you back, I swear! Buy her for me, Murphy!

MURPHY

And compromise my journalistic integrity? It’d take more than a big bimbo with tits like cantaloupes to do that!

MILES

I want those cantaloupes!

JIM

Come on, Miles, stiffen your spine.

MURPHY

It isn’t his spine that’s stiff.

LATER.

On MILES, watching almost in tears.

PHONE VOICE (filter)

... And the top bidder, at $25,000, is—Monsieur E.N. Quire! Enjoy your belle prime, you lucky chien!

The lights in the window go off. MILES slumps, the picture of sweaty dejection. MURPHY pats his shoulder.

MURPHY

Cheer up, Miles. We’ll probably get Emmys for this story.

MILES

Great. I can take her to bed with me, and tie her up, and—.

PHONE VOICE (filter)

Our next offering is rather strange, but should appeal to the kinkier among you—and you know who you are. We caught this one just tonight, a last minute addition to the roster.

The window rises to reveal, back to us, a tall figure in crimson leather: trenchcoat and gauntlets, broad-brimmed slouch hat. Bound at wrists and ankles.

PHONE VOICE (filter)

Bidding on this item begins at, oh Jeez, make it $50.

JIM

$50?? That’s Silk Stalker, the private dick. She should bring in at least as much as Julie Strain.

MURPHY

Jim, in her case I think the term should be "detective", not "dick."

Then the figure turns in small mincing steps, and it’s FRANK FONTANA in drag. Mouth stuffed with a rag, his owlish garishly made-up face stares out under a frazzled blonde wig.

MILES and JIM gape in speechless astonishment.

MURPHY

No, I guess "dick" is appropriate.

LATER.

FRANK is pulling on a sweatshirt as he speaks. The leather outfit lies at his feet.

FRANK

... And then they grabbed me and crammed that rag in my mouth before I could say a word! They didn’t bother searching me or anything.

MURPHY

Probably afraid of what they’d find.

FRANK

Maybe that’s why they buttoned up my trenchcoat instead of tearing it off. Just as well, the balloons would’ve probably popped .... Anyway, thanks for buying me, Murphy. I, uh, guess I cost a pretty penny, huh?

MILES

It was very appropriate, Frank—an ugly picture of General Grant. Which you owe FYI.

JIM

And a darn good thing no one raised our bid.

FRANK

Miles, it would’ve been a great story! A slave auction from the inside! Guess I, uh, shouldn’t have left the seat up in the can, huh?

He turns to MURPHY, suddenly excited again.

FRANK (cont’d)

But Murphy, guess who I saw back there waiting for the auction block! You won’t believe who they’ve captured! And does she look great tied up! I got to watch them stuff a ballgag in her mouth! If the trenchcoat had been a little tighter my cover would’ve been blown right there.

MURPHY

At this stage, I could almost care. Miles, you were right, this is a disgusting loathsome story. Let’s get out of here.

FRANK

No, wait, you’ve gotta see—

They turn as the window slides up again to darkness.

PHONE VOICE

And now, ladies and gentlemen, we present the piece de resistànce of the evening! We won’t go into the details of how we came across this next item, it was as much luck as anything else.

MURPHY heads for the door. The men stay where they are.

JIM

Hold on, Murphy. We’re here, so we might as well see what’s next.

MURPHY

Isn’t this ironic? I was the only one who wanted to come, now I’m the only one who wants to leave!

FRANK

Believe me, Murphy, you won’t want to miss this.

MURPHY

I’ll be waiting outside. Alone.

She goes to the door, pauses for a last shot without turning around.

MURPHY

I’ll probably get mugged or something.

JIM, MILES and FRANK, illuminated by the light from the rising window, ignore her. As one, their eyes go huge and their mouthes drop open at what they see. MILES sags into a chair as tho jellified. Disgusted, MURPHY knocks loudly on the door to be let out.

JIM

(fervently)

Hoooollleeee shit.

That finally makes her turn and she too is transfixed at what she sees. She moves through the gaping men to the window.

MURPHY

I don’t believe it!

Finally we see what they see: JUSTICE JUGGS, bound and ballgagged and cunt-impaled on a microphone stand. Obviously drugged, the stunned colossal-chested cowgirl’s spikeheeled ankles are manacled to the base of the stand.

MURPHY

Well well well, we meet again, you fucking elephant-uddered cow! I knew I’d get my chance at you some day!

The men are surprised at her reaction.

MILES

What do you mean, Murph?

MURPHY

Remember last year, that big refugee smuggling story I spent a month setting up?

FRANK

Sure, the one that blew up in your face the day before you were going to put it on the air. You had the whole network pushing the "mystery special" all week and we’d sold over a million in ad time and you even bought a whole new wardrobe … and ….

Finally, barely in time, he notices MURPHY’s blazing glare and winds down limply.

FRANK

That’s the one, uh … right?

MURPHY

Yes Frank that’s the one and thanks so much for reminding of some details I’d finally managed to forget! But do you know why that warehouse was empty when I took the cops there? She busted ‘em first! On my information! At first I thought it was Ms. Americana or Savage Fury, but this was the fucking superbitch responsible!

FRANK

How’d you find out?

MURPHY

The overblown cunt left one of her goddam golden bullets behind. Like she thinks she’s the fucking Lone Ranger!

JIM

(philosophically)

Fortunes of war, Slugger.

MURPHY

Not live, and no fucking way on national TV. I still haven’t heard the end of it! Leslie Stahl still calls me "Geraldo" Brown. And just last week, Jane Pauley said if I’d looked around I might have found Al Capone’s vault, or maybe the Lost Ark. I owe this big cunt real big, and you know me: I always pay my debts.

PHONE VOICE

Starting bid on Ms. Justice Juggs is $50,000. She has been drugged—we used enough hexachloroform to trank a pair of mating elephants and still were able only to reduce her strength to that of a normal Amazon—and said soporific is guaranteed for at least 24 hours. Refills available at extra cost.

She snatches up the phone.

MILES

You’re not going to—

MURPHY

(into the phone)

Whatever the high bid on this mega-slut is, I’ll beat it!

MILES

Murphy, this isn’t right.

FRANK

What are you going to do with her?

MURPHY

(suddenly calm, cool)

Guys, don’t worry. I’m just going to explain to her, rationally and calmly, the problems she caused me, and ask her politely not to do it again. That’s all. Trust me.

FRANK

And I get to help explain, right Murph?

MURPHY

Of course. As you can see, there’s plenty of meat to go around.

JIM

Hey, I can be as polite as the next man. Politer.

MURPHY

See, Miles? We’re all civilized people here.

She smiles, ever so sweetly.

INT. EXERCISE ROOM - NIGHT.

There is the SOUND of a HARD BLOW and a YELP OF PAIN, and JUSTICE JUGGS slams into a corner with a cry, blood trickling from ripe split lips.

In the moment she takes to gather herself for a counter-attack, we see the ponderous-pontooned paladin’s gauntleted arms are still tied behind her and she’s already taken quite a beating: her plush lips have been smashed bloody, a cheek bruised and one eye is swollen shut behind its mask.

JJ

I’ll teach y’all to treat me thisOOOLFFF!!

JJ pushes herself away, but a knee buries in her bare muscular belly whoffing the air from her. The awesome-bodied mega-cowgirl folds back into the corner, opulent mouth sagging.

As she starts to slide down, a hand reaches out and clutches one of the titanic naked tits flopping massively about in her vest. The incomparable Mammazon’s masked eyes and bloodied lips go wide in alarm

To give a shrill squeal when the hand yanks her forward by her colossal chest-whopper,

pulling her to MURPHY, who whips a stinging hand back and forth across the magnificent musclemaid's star-masked face with sharp cracks and grunts of pain,

then blasts a savage left across her jaw sending JUSTICE reeling with a yelp to FRANK and JIM, who take her by shoulders and bound forearms and slam her back against the wall ("ughh!!").

MILES watches nervously—though there’s nothing nervous about his tented crotch.

MILES

Hey look guys, I don't know about this. I mean, she's a world-famous superheroine and all that. I mean, she's got friends! Beautiful friends with superpowers, and ... little skimpy costumes and and long legs

Entranced by his own words he turns away, eyes wide behind their glasses.

MILES (cont’d)

—And … full ripe lips, and, and enormous tits!

MURPHY blasts the dazed super-bombshell with a right that almost drops her ("unGGh!!"), then takes a fistful of gleaming blonde hair and smashes a left across JUSTICE’s beautiful battered face ("ooo!!").

MURPHY

Oh Miles don't be such a wuss! I’ve got 75 grand invested in this overblown slut and I’m going to beat every penny of it out of her. Besides, I really doubt she’ll want to talk about this. Remember, she’s more than just a big half-naked bimbo with humongous boobs (though not a lot)—she’s a world-class heroine with a reputation to consider!

JIM

How would it look if word got around that she got herself captured for a slave auction, then bought and beat up by a bunch of civilians?

FRANK

Not to mention "raped."

That makes MILES pause to reflect. He licks his lips.

MILES

(to MURPHY)

Raped?

MURPHY

(casually, checking her nails)

I … wouldn’t put it totally outside the bounds of possibility.

MILES

Let me at 'er!

With the snarl of an enraged hamster, the producer charges in. But, supported between JIM and FRANK, JUSTICE brings up a powerful thighbooted leg and pistons him back.

JIM

Now, was that nice?

He turns and powers a fist into her bare bulging belly, bending the scantclad Glamazon forward with a gasp of spittle ("oolff!!"), gigantic jiggle-hulks jouncing massively about in their vest.

MURPHY grabs those pendent pumpkins and as JUSTICE’s gorgeous masked face twists with pain, brings her knee up between them into her chin straightening her against the wall again ("unnhh!!"), head lolling dazedly to one side on her broad bare shoulders.

MURPHY

Hold the watermelon-titted sow tight, guys!

FRANK and JIM twist the Amazon cowgirl's bound gauntleted arms up behind her back ("nnnngh!"), positioning her

so MURPHY can slam punch after brutal punch deep into her monstrous vested mammaries. JUSTICE groans and yelps and struggles uselessly, jerking about with each meaty milkwhopper-mashing blow.

FRANK

That's it, Murph! Pound them pontoons!

MURPHY

When I'm finished with these overgrown udders, they'll be a couple tons of mammary mush. I won't have to buy milk for a month!

As her gargantuan glamor-globes are whomped on and flattened against her ribcage, JUSTICE JUGGS’ lovely pain-grimacing face rocks about on her wide smooth shoulders, staining a deep red, till her tongue lolls out of her slack plush mouth.

MURPHY's fists blast wrist-deep into the overblown musclemaiden's doughy chest blimps, again and again,

till groaning grunting JUSTICE's thighbooted knees buckle and she starts to fold.

But JIM jams a knee into her shimmying microskirted buttcheeks, stiffening her again with a teeth-gritting gasp. MURPHY slams a right across the sumptuously stacked sexbomb's jaw ("ugh!!"), throwing her sideways in JIM and FRANK's arm-twisting grip.

JUSTICE

Please, y’alllmmmppffff!

As MURPHY takes that drawn star-masked face and mashes her lips onto JUSTICE's ripe bloodied mouth,

kisses her grindingly, the battered boulder-boobed superbeauty grimacing and grunting into the savage open-mouthed smooch.

Their lips work hard against one another's, saliva drooling down their chins, the video vixen's tongue filling the incomparable ultra-cowgirl's gaping luscious mouth.

THE THREE MEN

(chanting)

Mur-phy! Mur-phy! Mur-phy!

As the two bombshells kiss hungrily, MURPHY presses the overblown musclemaid back against the wall and her arms go around JUSTICE JUGGS’ broad smooth shoulders in a passionate clinch. The two women begin to rub their crotches together and JIM and FRANK release JJ’s fringe-gloved hands so they can slide down under MURPHY's microdress and clutch her trim solid ass.

The great-bodied golden-haired enchantress moans into the Amazon newswoman's working slavering mouth, gigantic jugs spreading vastly against big solid tits,

gauntleted fingers digging into MURPHY’s buns.

Then MURPHY's kneecap slams up into JUSTICE’s twat,

And the massive-titted masked super-Glamazon folds screaming to her leather-sheathed knees, big-gauntleted hands clutching under her fringed microskirt at her smashed streaming cunt.

MURPHY takes a handful of JJ’s lustrous blonde tresses and tilts her head back, examines her beaten agonized beauty:

the suffering wonder-cowgirl's full luscious bloody lips trembling, tears trickling from her swollen domino’d eyes.

MURPHY

Did you see the way this overstuffed under-dressed dyke grabbed my ass? Like she thought we were gonna do something! How revolting!

She smashes JUSTICE’s face to one side with a big open-handed slap ("ooo!!")

Throwing the boulder-titted blonde bombshell to crumple against the wall, flare-cuffed hands buried between her booted thighs.

MURPHY

Here Miles, you take a shot at her!

MILES steps forward, all sweaty eagerness.

MILES

Gee, thanks, Murphy!

FRANK

Aw c'mon, Murph, you said I could be next!

MILES ogles the magnificent brutalized JUSTICE numbly massaging her agonized oozing pussy under her rucked-up micro.

MILES

Suck rocks, Frank.

Then he yanks down his zipper and hauls a big semi-hard cock out of his pants.

MILES

I was wondering how I'd get this taken care of.

FRANK fondles his bulging crotch.

FRANK

When's this gonna get taken care of?

JUSTICE

If y’all think you’re gonna just—

JJ starts to her spikeheeled feet, but JIM slams a clubbing backhand across her star-masked face knocking her down again with a dull grunt.

MILES

Thanks, Jim.

JIM

My pleasure, Miles.

Stroking his lengthening boner feverishly, MILES takes the sprawled sumptuous super-Mammazon by her golden mane and lifts her, moaning, onto her thighbooted knees.

He gives her a moment to stare dully at the growing hard-on,

Before stuffing that great dick into her plush pounded mouth ("mmppfll—!").

JUSTICE JUGGS’ domino’d eyes leap open as her ripe carmine-laden lips stretch around his thick mouth-pronging organ.

FRANK

Way to go Miles! What'd they circumcise you with—garden shears?

JIM

(judiciously)

Definitely what I would call a big hole in one.

MILES slides his growing stiffening weapon in and out of JUSTICE’s opulent battered mouth. Wide-eyed with helpless gagging disgust, she splays her fringe-gauntleted hands on his thighs.

MURPHY (VO)

Gee Miles, I thought you were just going to clobber her! I didn't say you could fuck her face! This is gross!

MILES (VO)

(panting)

I'm the producer, Murphy. This gives me certain (ohhhhYESSbitchYESSSS!!) prerogatives!

While they argue, the great-bodied musclemaid on her boot-sheathed knees sucks MILES' hard blue-veined mega-dong with juicy slurping sounds, gigantic sweaty jugs jiggling massively in their torn vest.

As her beautiful cock-impaled face seesaws frantically into his crotch, she peers up at MILES guardedly, then glances behind her.

JIM

OhforChrissakes, Miles, don't hog her all to yourself!

MILES looks down at

JUSTICE meekly mouthing and licking his bursting cockhead. His fist tightens in her blonde tresses and the colossal-chested super-cowgirl winces, slides her luscious pulped mouth more eagerly onto his rigid manshaft.

MILES

Well, even in a mouth like hers, there's only room for one schmuck at a time.

JIM

(taking off his belt)

Ooooh, I don't want to fuck the big bitch! But Doris never lets me whip her ass!

FRANK

(haplessly)

Wait a minute, I'm next!

MURPHY

Now, this is more like it! Get your fat butt up there, supercow!

Now JUSTICE JUGGS is on all fours, supporting herself on one hand with the other gloved fist wrapped around MILES' straining organ as she pumps her lush bloodied mouth onto its curving tusk, grunting and bleating into the thick mouth-pronging tubesteak ("ooo—ngg—mmpf!")

as, having rolled her microskirt up to her waist, JIM savagely lashes his belt across JJ’s bulgingly outthrust shimmying buttocks.

MURPHY

I’m gonna call Corky—don’t do anything fun till I get back!

FRANK

(mournfully)

You don’t have to worry about me.

She throws him a disgusted look and leaves.

Stroking his own hard-on anxiously, FRANK watches

cock-sucking JUSTICE’s great glossy buttglobes quiver and shimmy and redden as they are belted.

He licks his lips.

FRANK

C'mon, you guys, I'm gonna lose it!

MILES opens his mouth but JIM stops him.

JIM

Let me take this one ….

(he gathers himself, then, explosively)

How would you know, Frank?

MILES

(laughs)

Good one, Jim!

They slap palms over their hunkered humiliated superheroine, then go back to doing their utmost unto and into her mouth and ass. FRANK just moans.

Viciously flogged with loud meaty whacks, the battered blimp-busted bombshell's gleaming nethercheeks quake like huge pink jello-bowls.

Blinking back tears of abject pain, JUSTICE jerks and yelps with each butt-welting crack, laps at MILES' scrotum and sucks his hairy balls while she runs her gloved fingers along his straining upturned dick.

The bespectacled producer twists a hand into JJ’s golden tresses, takes his throbbing dork and feeds it all the way into her lavish mouth, the colossal-titted ultra-cowgirl choking on that lipstretching manmeat as it sheathes to the balls in her sweaty star-masked face ("gllrgghhh!!").

The belt tears into her huge jiggling blubber-buns, striping their succulent quaking bowls bloody, JUSTICE's cries of pain cock-muffled as MILES, grunting with his efforts, fucks her gorgeous domino’d face faster and faster.

JIM suddenly drops to his knees behind the sweat-soaked cock-sucking Monumental Mammazon, tossing his belt to FRANK, who can’t conceal his dismay when the anchorman lowers his pants and undershorts.

JIM

Dammit, I am going to fuck the bitch! You whip her for awhile, Frank!

FRANK

Aw, not up the ass?! You're not gonna take her up the ass?? I had dibsies!

JIM

To paraphrase our august (and quite well-hung) producer—suck rocks, Frank! The anchorman gets the perks. And right now, I’m perking!

He takes his stiff bobbing schlong and pokes it into the hapless gargantuan-globed Glamazon's pert anus, then slides it deeply inside her.

JUSTICE’s eyes bulge and she squeals shrilly around MILES' big frantically face-plunging organ.

Behind her, JIM slams his ironhard fleshpole between her vast blistered buns again and again. FRANK begins listlessly to slap the belt across them with the hand not masturbating his cock.

MURPHY comes back looking satisfied.

MURPHY

Well, she’s on her way.

FRANK

Oh boy am I having fun. Whoopee. What fun. I can’t contain my joy.

MURPHY

Oh Frank, don't be such a cry-baby! This whole thing was my idea, it cost me my money, and what am I getting out of it so far? Nothing, that's what! Except horny as a fiddler's bitch!

By two fistfuls of her blonde mane, MILES holds JJ’s masked face buried in his crotch, the star-masked monumental Mammazon choking red-faced on his huge mouth-pumping dick.

MILES

(sweating, panting)

Ogod, I'm gonna cum, I can feel it, I can feel it!

FRANK & MURPHY

Well, it's about time!

MURPHY

And you'd better gulp it all down, bitch!

MILES suddenly pulls JUSTICE’s lovely fucked face all the way onto his great throbbing organ ("gllgghhh ….!"). She gags on a gusher of cum and her slender throat ripples as she swallows convulsively, but more sticky cream surges from her plush cock-crammed lips to slop down her chin.

MILES backs off, pulling out of the abject awesome-bodied ultra-Amazon's mouth, leaving her coughing and gasping. A string of jism stretches from his shrinking penis to her lavish lips.

Grimacing, cum slathering her chin, the humiliated humongous-hootered heroine gazes up at him with dull loathing, grunting and jerking as

JIM continues to eagerly buttfuck her from behind, his loins slapping loudly into her gelidly quivering cheeks.

Suddenly MURPHY kicks JUSTICE JUGGS in the head and sprawls the monumental star-masked super-sexbomb onto her back with a scream, enormous breasts flopping vastly out of their vest, leaving JIM kneeling there with his rigid red dick sticking out.

MURPHY

I said swallow all of it, you fucking cow!

JIM

Hey! I wasn't finished!

MURPHY

Oh Jim, you're as bad as Frank. Do her pussy! Now it's my turn!

FRANK

(horrified)

He gets her pussy too?? What about me??

MURPHY lifts a leg and places a spike-heeled foot on JUSTICE’s chest between her gigantic side-lolling jugs, the minidress sliding all the way up her elegant thighs. The beaten colossal-uddered cowgirl gazes helplessly up.

JJ’s POV up between MURPHY's legs. Her heavy wet labia gape down through their thick blonde pubic bush.

MURPHY pulls her minidress up around her waist, drops to her knees astride JUSTICE’s upturned face, distended fucklips pendent.

The titan-titted musclemaid's domino’d eyes widen and she licks her pulped carmine-laden lips

POV: as MURPHY's trim butt descends towards her face and covers it to darkness.

MURPHY’S VOICE

Here comes the main course, superbitch! Eat hearty!

MURPHY grinds her trim ass into the prone monumental Mammazon's masked face and grabs ahold of her majestic milkblimps to knead and squeeze them,

And mash her swampy twat into the gagging JUSTICE JUGGS’ ripe cum-smeared mouth.

Between hunkered thighs, the glamorous great-globed gladiatrix's nose pokes up MURPHY's asshole

as her long tongue goes to work on the Amazon newswoman's bloat-lipped streaming snatch, lapping at the swollen folds, diving between them to the steaming pink depths within.

MURPHY

(closes her eyes with a sigh)

Oh yes! Ohhh yesss!! This girl-cow can really eat pussy! She knows what I like! And it ain’t Chantilly Lace!

The TV tigress's sleek buttocks spread over the awesomely endowed ultra-enchantress's face, burying her masked eyes, only her sweaty forehead visible.

JIM crawls over between JUSTICE's limp thighbooted legs, lifts them by the backs of the knees and spreads them wide.

After a couple of exploratory pokes, he manages to insert his big rigid dick into her gaping juicy honeypot.

Deeply penetrated, JJ groans rackingly into MURPHY's twat as she licks and eats it.

JIM pumps himself into her slurping cunt, slowly at first, then more quickly.

JIM

Not nearly as tight as her asshole, but a lot wetter. And with a can like hers, you don't need a pillow!

He laughs prissily at his joke.

FRANK

Shit, I might as well go home!

MURPHY

Oh, come here, you big baby! Hasn't journalism taught you patience yet?

Curiously, FRANK goes over to MURPHY. She takes his stiffly projecting cock and begins to stroke it as she rubs her snatch and ass all over the moaning sumptuously writhing ponderous-pontooned paladin’s masked face.

FRANK

(astonished, bewildered, delighted)

Murph, I—I didn't know you cared.

MURPHY

All I care about is you shutting up! Here, let me get more comfortable on this sow's stupid face.

She raises herself up a little and turns around,

to face the other way so that her supple asscheeks spread around the prone whopper-titted Amazon's chin as she settles them down again.

JUSTICE JUGGS’ tear-filled domino’d eyes gaze up between MURPHY's splayed thighs. Her mouth and tongue go back to work at the video vixen's glistening heavy-lipped fur pie, delving between the fleshy dripping folds.

MURPHY

There! When I grind my snatch into some arrogant overstuffed super-bimbo's fat cunt-lapping mouth, I like to see her eyes!

(A cruel smile down)

Especially if she's bawling like a baby! C’mon, bitch, eat me like you mean it!

JUSTICE wraps her big-gauntleted forearms around MURPHY's lithe nylonned loins. Blinking back tears of humiliation, she sticks her tongue deep into the sensational newswoman's streaming lovegash and miserably but avidly goes to work.

JJ’s thighbooted legs draped over his shoulders and flopping limply, JIM pounds himself into her, working up a real loin-slapping sweat.

His straining dick plows her gold-thatched pussy deep and deeper.

By his long thin schlong MURPHY pulls FRANK to her, her fingers stroking it harder and harder.

MURPHY

Now Frank. I’ll give you the blowjob you're always begging me for only if you promise to for God's sake stop whining!

FRANK

I promise I promise I promise! God do I promise!

With a skeptical glance up, she takes his throbbing pecker into her elegant mouth and starts to work her gleaming lips up and down its curving shaft.

FRANK groans and moves to take hold of her head.

MURPHY

(his stiff dong deep in her mouth)

Thi’ hairdo too' aw day. Touch i' and I bi'e dow' on this thi'. Har'.

FRANK snatches his hands away as though burned. He flaps them around, can't find anything to do with them, finally with a deep sigh just folds them over his chest and breathes deeply as MURPHY juicily sucks his dick.

Sitting on JUSTICE JUGGS’ masked face, MURPHY energetically swallows his hard organ, balls firmly grasped in her fist.

The great-bodied six-shootin’ sexbomb eats her out, grunting and sobbing into the TV tigress's wet mouth-mashed pussy

as JIM vigorously plows her and her hipbooted legs kick over his shoulders ("unh-unh-ung-unf!").

MILES, watching avidly, looks down in surprise.

MILES

Migod, it's hard again!

MURPHY takes her mouth off FRANK’s dick and runs her fist the length of the straining dork

MURPHY

Well climb on, Miles! After the way I tenderized those humongous floppers of hers they should be ready for a good hard cock!

JIM pumps himself into JUSTICE’s pussy harder and harder, leaning forward over her till his head almost rests against MURPHY’s back and JJ’s shoulder-draped thighbooted legs are bent almost to the floor at her sides.

Sobbing and groaning, the monster-titted musclemaid helplessly eats MURPHY out, lush smashed mouth working at the video vixen's thick-furred fucklips, tongue feathering their pendent pudenda.

MURPHY moans into FRANK's schlong as she deep-throats it. He almost faints, has to lean back against the wall for support.

FRANK

I’m going to wake up, I know I’m going to wake up ….

MILES steps astride the beaten and much-fucked gladiatrix’s chest, nodding politely to the hard-humping JIM, who equally politely straightens to give him room.

MILES

Beg pardon.

JIM

My pleasure.

MILES kneels on JJ’s big ribcage as her boulderous blubberbags flop and slosh back and forth. He takes those titanic heaving tits in his hands and slaps his hard salami down between them,

kneads their sweaty jiggle-hulks for a few moments then pinches the stiff rubbery teats between thumb and forefinger and twists them viciously.

JUSTICE, sucking on MURPHY's pert knob of a clit, squeals.

Then smacks the mega-milkbags together around his great fleshpole and saws it between them, closing his eyes as his passion quickly builds.

MILES

(rhythmically)

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!

Rubbing her snatch over JUSTICE’s face, MURPHY energetically and juicily sucks FRANK's cock, fondling his balls.

FRANK

Here it comes Murph, ogod here it comes!

At the last moment as his balls contract MURPHY raises herself from JUSTICE’s face, jerks her mouth off FRANK's pulsating pecker and turns it downward

So that his spurting jism spatters the wretchedly abused awesome-bodied Amazon's grimacing star-masked face at the juncture of MURPHY's thighs,

splashing her forehead and cheeks and nose and closing one domino’d eye.

FRANK

Aw, Murph! I wanted to cum in your mouth!

MURPHY

What a revolting thought! I said I'd swallow your dick, not your children!

FRANK

Well, I got my money's worth! I'd rather have my cock sucked by Murphy than by this big fat-titted bitch any time!

He gives JUSTICE JUGGS’ head a contemptuous kick making her scream, but the kneeling blonde anchorwoman plumps her pussy back onto the ponderous-pontooned paladin’s cum-spattered face, forcing her luscious mouth into her snatch. The gorgeous battered Glamazon goes back to lapping at her fucklips.

MURPHY

(a demure smile)

Why Frank. How nice. Here, just for that, let me clean you up a little.

The Amazon anchorwoman takes his shrinking dick and licks it off, tongues the last drops of cream from its tip, then licks his hairy balls and gives the crimson dripping head a big wet kiss.

MURPHY

Hey guys, let's see if we can all cum right in this preposterous superpig's stupid face! Let’s decorate it like a birthday cake!

JIM, still slamming himself between JUSTICE’s backbent booted thighs for all he's worth as MILES mauls and stretches and fucks her titanic naked tits, groans and rams his straining organ to the root in her sloshing twat,

cum erupting around its buried shaft to pool on the floor under her great ass.

Panting, he slumps over JJ’s heaving deep-naveled belly and rests his cheek against MILES' back.

JIM

Sorry, Slugger. Good idea and all, but too late.

MURPHY

Well, so it goes. What about you, Miles?

Sweating, MILES frantically strokes his great curving organ into the deep valley between JJ’s monumental jammed-together mammaries, his fingers sinking deeply into their shimmying jellohulks.

MILES

Just ... a sec, Murphy. Just a ... second here, I think I'm— Yes, I feel it, I can feel it, here it comes. It's coming, ohhhhGodddDDDDD ....

MURPHY suddenly lifts her lower body off the prone hapless mammoth-mammaried musclemaid's lovely cum-smeared face and jerks her head up by its gleaming blonde tresses, till her chin almost sockets in her collarbone.

MILES' awesome dong blasts its jism squarely into JUSTICE JUGGS’ radiant clenched features, spurt after creamy spurt splashing over nose and cheeks and tight-shut star-masked eyes.

MURPHY

Good shootin', Tex! Dead on target!

She lets the magnificent mega-cowgirl's cum-drenched head drop back to the floor with a thud. Blinking dazedly, one eye glued shut, JJ gazes up in helpless misery.

POV: MURPHY sneers down, sleek thighs framing her streaming gold-tufted cunt.

MURPHY

Now I guess it's up to me. Call it the coup de pussie.

POV: her twat descends, covering and darkening all. For a moment, all we hear are wet slurps and sucks and lickings and whimpers.

MIX TO:

LATER.

CLOSE-UP of JUSTICE JUGGS, lush golden tresses clenched in MURPHY's fist, grunting as she laps anxiously at MURPHY's pinkly gaping twat.

CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal the ultra-voluptuous Amazon on thighbooted knees, big-gauntleted arms tied behind her at elbows and wrists, working hard at MURPHY's drooling snatch as something we can’t see yet shoves her forward from behind, causing her to grunt. The picture of indolent ease, the TV tigress reclines, hands folded behind her head, enjoying not only JJ’s unwilling oral ministrations but also the sight of

TO FULL SHOT: JUSTICE's shimmying ass being thoroughly plowed by a massive dildo strapped to the hips of a kneeling grunting CORKY SHERWOOD. The three women are alone.

MURPHY

(as JUSTICE eats her out)

I'm sure glad (unhhh!) you remembered to bring your toys with you, Cork. Sorry you missed the prelims, (yessss!) they were a gas.

CORKY

Well Murphy, these aren't the kinds of things a girl usually carries around with her, especially an ex-Miss America.

The grunting armbound titan-titted cowgirl tongues MURPHY's pearl of a clit, sucks on it.

Then jerks her head up with a shrill squeal as CORKY rams the great dildo all the way between her lavish gleaming buttcheeks. MURPHY casually yanks JJ’s star-masked face down again, clamps it between her booted thighs ("mmmff!!").

MURPHY

You just can’t find a formal purse (oooooo!) big enough to carry a decent-sized dildo—especially a strap-on.

CORKY

Oh, I know, believe me!

MURPHY leans back with a contented sigh. She squirms and moans girlishly as the kneeling butt-reamed superbeauty licks her pussy.

MURPHY

This is great. (Unnhhh!) I'm glad we chased the (Oh yeah pig, right there!) boys out so it's just us girls. Where're Oprah and Joan when you really need their tongues?

CORKY

Not to mention Maria and Jane—you know how they love to eat pussy! Especially each other’s!

As they talk, CORKY's huge dildo plunges between JJ’s resilient bulging asscheeks. The bound gauntleted hands resting on them curl into tight helpless fists.

This time when the great log slowly pulls out of her gaping swollen anus, its curving wrist-thick shaft is streaked with crimson. A drop of blood trickles down a brawny clenched thigh into a flaring blue cuff.

MURPHY

Isn't this bovine bimbo's fat ass bleeding yet?

CORKY leans forward to check.

CORKY

Juuust started.

MURPHY

Good! Now let's get down to some serious grazing, supercow!

Suddenly, in a frantic bid for freedom, JUSTICE rears up from MURPHY’s sodden snatch (a long string of saliva stretching between both sets of lips).

JUSTICE

No—n-no! I, I don’t hafta take this! Ah’m Justice Juggs, n-not just some, some big-titted blonde punchboard for th’ likes of y’all! N-nobody fucks mah ass and gets awayyyyYYYYYAAAA—!!

She lurches to her spike-heeled feet, but MURPHY lifts her long legs to slam their ankles together at the awesome-bodied Amazon's ears, boxing them thunderously. JJ screams and staggers back pushing astonished ass-imbedded CORKY with her

Thudding into a wall with a yelp from CORKY and a howl from JUSTICE

when the impact drives the huge dildo all the way between the colossal-chested cowgirl’s shimmying buttcheeks, burying it to the hilt up her great ass.

JUSTICE’s eyes bulge wildly from their mask and her howl becomes a porcine squeal of anal agony. She staggers forward, lurching a bit as the dildo pulls from her raw reamed anus.

Leaving CORKY against the wall, the big dripping strap-on dangling to her knees.

MURPHY is on her feet.

MURPHY

So who said we wanted to get away, Juggsy? And as for fucking your ass—

She whips a lightning-fast series of slaps across the dazed double-dirigibled dominatrix’s masked face ("unhh-uhn-oo-aah!!") staggering JJ back to CORKY, who deftly raises the great dildo into position so it can

Slide right back up the reeling ponderous-pontooned paladin’s outsized ass.

JUSTICE stiffens with a shrill wide-eyed bleat as she impales herself all the way onto its curved shaft. With a desperate grunt the stupendous 6-shootin’ sexbomb lunges forward again but this time CORKY jumps onto her back

The huge dildo plunging between JUSTICE’s fat buttcheeks all the way to its rubber balls ("unnh!!")

And wraps her strong legs around JJ’s waist, clinging to her back and turning bewildered super-beauty’s lunge into a stumble

CORKY

I wanna piggy-back, Mommy!

Right into a looping roundhouse courtesy of MURPHY that bounces off JJ’s jaw ("ooo!!") and sends her and her passenger reeling back into the wall again, the impact eliciting another yelp from CORKY and a simultaneous squeal from JUSTICE JUGGS.

Blood from her sundered asshole drips down JJ’s brawny thighs into her boots.

CORKY reaches around and grabs onto JUSTICE’s immense tits

Manicured fingers sinking knuckle-deep into all that doughy pink milkfat

And JJ staggers out again numbly with CORKY clinging to her broad back. This time MURPHY takes the battered bombshell’s chin in one hand to measure her for a haymaker.

Her hand squeezes the big blonde’s jaw and purses JUSTICE’s lush bloodied lips comically.

MURPHY

Oooo, you are just so cute, you little dickens! You make me just wanna punch your lights out!

She cranks back a bony fist and takes aim. Moaning helplessly, JJ can only watch through swollen masked eyes.

CORKY

Murphy, what are you doing?

MURPHY

Just hold on tight, Cork. This’s gonna hurt her more than you.

CORKY

And me a lot more than you!

The Amazon anchorwoman zings her fist toward JUSTICE who winces in anticipation—but the fist stops an inch from her masked face.

MURPHY

Ha ha, made ya jerk!

Then the fist completes its journey, impacting square on JJ’s pert nose in a splash of blood ("mmff!!")

And back the six-gun supergirl goes into the wall again, banging both CORKY and her own outsized ass together ("nnnggghh!!")

Finally with a defeated moan JUSTICE sinks to the floor, CORKY sliding with her till the Monumental Mammazon slumps in the beautiful blonde’s lap, jerking with a squeak when the huge dildo plumbs the last inch of her raw plundered bowels (and maybe a few beyond that).

LATER.

Broad shoulders slumped, JUSTICE JUGGS kneels between MURPHY’s legs, staring down at her waiting wet cunt.

Behind, CORKY pokes the back of her golden-maned head with the dripping dildo, prodding her.

MURPHY

That’s okay Cork, I like ‘em with a little fire left! Gives me something to do.

Raising her legs, the tawny-maned video vixen wraps them around JUSTICE’s neck and pulls her face all the way down into her hot squelching twat,

the monster-busted six-shootin’ sexbomb’s star-masked eyes widening as her luscious lapping mouth is engulfed in golden pubic curls, ("Mmrrffff!").

MURPHY

Aww, did you hear that? She said my name! What a proud moment for a mother!

She crosses her calves and tightens her thighs around JUSTICE's head, the gorgeous Glamazon groaning into her bush.

JJ’s pert nose plows MURPHY's heavy pulsating fucklips while her tongue delves amidst them to its root.

CORKY spreads JUSTICE’s lavish sweaty asspillows apart and fits the strap-on’s fist-sized head to the gaping bloody anus revealed

And, so hard she grunts, shoves the great appliance in.

The stupendous-titted superheroine begins to weep abjectly into MURPHY’s sopping snatch (her tongue slows not a whit).

MURPHY

Ah, real tears at last! Stick that tongue all the way in me, you overblown bitch! Fuck me with it!

CORKY butt-plows wristbound JUSTICE industriously, the huge log pumping blood from her reamed-out asshole, covering the monster dildo and the insides of her great sweat-sheened netherglobes,

Which clench and shimmy gelidly around the huge horn plunging long and strong between them.

The majestic muscle-Mammazon sobs hopelessly on her booted knees as, massively assfucked, she eats MURPHY out for all she's worth.

LATER.

CLOSE-UP of a lavish bare butt. A .45 calibre pistol is jammed to its cylinder block into the dripping gold-furred snatch pendent beneath. A whip cracks down on those outsized gleaming buns making them shimmy, and we hear a muffled squeak.

MURPHY’s V.

Giddyap, horsey!

CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal a grunting JUSTICE JUGGS on all fours with MURPHY and CORKY riding her broad back together. In front, the Amazon anchorwoman holds the straps of JUSTICE’s fat ballgag like reins, sawing on them and jerking her blonde-maned head about making the Monumental Mammazon bleat miserably. MURPHY kicks her pendent chest-pumpkins with JUSTICE’s own spurs attached to her spikeheels.

The sharp star-rowels rake the doughy sides of the sagging milkblimps bloody.

Behind, one arm around MURPHY’s waist, CORKY lashes JJ’s opulent naked buttglobes. The boulder-busted blonde super-cowgirl squeaks each time the 6-gun projecting from her swollen twat is struck.

CORKY

C’mon horsey, move your fat ass!

CORKY sockets the whip handle in the 6-shootin’ sexbomb’s asshole. JUSTICE squeals extra loud around her beslobbered mouthball, and almost rears up on her thighbooted knees.

But MURPHY jams spurs into the jiggling blubber-hulks brushing the floor till JUSTICE, sobbing into her fat mouthball, slumps wretchedly to her elbows. MURPHY has to drop her feet to the ground to keep from sliding off.

MURPHY

Whoa! Up, you miserable cayuse! Up!

The video vixen yanks sharply on the ballgag-reins, jerking JUSTICE’s head back till she stares tearfully at the ceiling,

then stomps down on the hunched colossal-chested cowqueen’s pneumatically milkwhoppers spreading over the floor beneath her,

grinding her spikeheels into all that pliant glossy titfat.

JUSTICE wails pitiably and struggles up onto gauntleted hands and thighbooted knees again. MURPHY pats her blonde-maned head.

MURPHY

Thaat’s more like it. You’ll get an extra bag of oats.

With a naughty smile, CORKY reaches around MURPHY's ribcage,

and cups her breasts in the evening sheath, kneads them.

The Amazon anchorwoman looks down at the gently squeezing hands with a slow smile.

MURPHY

Why Corky, this is a side of you Ihhmmpphhhhh!

Her words buried as CORKY pulls her tawny-tressed head back to mash her mouth down on the sensational newswoman's lips. MURPHY doesn’t resist.

After a long wet lip-grind, the beauty queen gazes smokily into MURPHY's eyes.

CORKY

You know, Murphy, back home we have an old and wise saying: sometimes y’all jes’ plain talk too much!

And, MURPHY’s head tilted back on her shoulder, the two blonde beauties share a fervent gape-mouthed kiss,

CORKY's hand kneading MURPHY's soft boob through the dress and pinching its thrusting nipple.

The TV tigress leans back into the kiss, moaning into the beauty queen's avid mouth. Their lips work together, hot questing tongues blending wetly.

When their hungry mouths part:

MURPHY

Ma’am, what say we tie this hyar nag up and you an’ me get down to some serious sparkin’.

CORKY

Yuh read muh mind, Murph.

LATER.

JUSTICE JUGGS is sprawled sumptuously on her back over a coffee table, powerful thighbooted legs spread and bound to the feet at one end, gauntleted hands tied to the other pair. CORKY, seated astride the colossal-titted cowqueen’s masked face,

grinds her lithe ass and pussy into the grimacing JUSTICE’s slack heavy lips,

while MURPHY leans over the coffee table between JUSTICE's widespread leather-sheathed limbs propping herself on her arms and pumps the hip-strapped mega-dildo up the incomparable ultra-milkmaid's sopping slurping snatch, bucking her slender hips forward with small grunts of effort.

MURPHY

Thaaat's it, you whale-titted mare, it’s a-feedin’ time agin. Chaw on a juicy slice of Southern-style fur pie!

JUSTICE, blinking tears from her star-masked eyes, miserably licks CORKY’s gleaming mouth-mashed fucklips, probes her tongue between the swollen labia.

On her flare-gauntleted hands, wired to the table legs, clenching and unclenching.

CORKY

Along with a side order of sausage, courtesy of my friend Murphy!

MURPHY fucks the bound super-stacked super-cowgirl slowly and deeply, leans forward to pull her and CORKY’s faces together.

They kiss and tongue wrestle ardently, moaning into each other’s mouths.

Beneath the passionate grinding liplock, the face-sitting and dildoing of the straddled and raddled ponderous-titted JUSTICE doesn’t even slow, MURPHY’s great curving appliance plunging between widespread bound thighbooted legs into her gaping sloshing twat, as

JUSTICE tearfully eats CORKY out, lavish lips pulling on the beauty queen’s heavy pudenda, tongue delving into pink steaming depths.

The Amazon anchorwoman embraces CORKY and runs her fingers through the big-boobed beauty queen's golden tresses, both nose-breathing as their gaping mouths work wetly together, tongues writhing.

LATER. FEAT. THE COFFEE TABLE.

MURPHY straddles JUSTICE’s swelling flare-cuffed hips, positioning herself over a mammoth dildo projecting up from the magnificent ultra-cowgirl's strainingly overloaded cunt.

The spreadeagled blimp-busted Glamazon's cum-dripping chin works between CORKY's nylonned thighs at her blonde-thicketed lust-swollen twat,

while MURPHY, holding her evening minidress about her waist, grasps the rubber schlong's wrist-thick veined shaft

and stirs it squelching around in JUSTICE’s sopping superheated snatch,

the masked Mammazon’s groans muffled by CORKY’s face-engulfing snatch.

MURPHY lowers herself onto the huge powerpole with a long sigh, taking it deep inside her

face contorting in rapture.

MURPHY

What’s that old song about "When we’re out together, fucking cunt to cunt"?

CORKY

Oh Murphyyy, that’s not how it goes!

MURPHY

That’s how it should go!

Slowly, she raises her sucking dildo-filled pussy, then drops onto the mega-dong again, long slow strokes, up and down,

fucking herself more quickly now, sheathing it all the way into her gaping slurping snatch ("Ooogodooooogod!!)

JUSTICE croaking as she tongues CORKY's streaming pendent pudenda.

Moaning as she swizzles the huge double-pronging horn in both boiling fuck-holes with a swirling motion of her svelte bare hips, MURPHY turns to CORKY as she rubs her own glistening cuntlips over JUSTICE's ravishing cum-splattered star-masked face,

and the passionate newswomen tongue-fence for a few moments

before CORKY mashes their elegant mouths together in a hungry kiss,

Drooling lips gaping against drooling lips, MURPHY embraces CORKY ardently with a long nasal in-breath.

Faces tilting this way and that, mouths grinding voraciously, kiss-muffled gasps and moans,

till with a cry CORKY tears the top of her gown open and an huge pair of quaking pumpkin-sized breasts explode into view. Not nearly as big as JUSTICE’S monstrous mamms, but still way out of proportion with the rest of her slender body.

MURPHY gasps in surprise and pleasure.

CORKY

(coyly)

Wellll? What do you think of the real me??

With a smile MURPHY shows her: dips her head down to a lavish heavily flopping mountain,

takes the big hard nipple in her elegant lips and goes to work on that outsized maxi-boob as the blonde beauty queen hugs her close, throwing her head back.

CORKY

(a melodramatic sigh)

Oh darling Murphy darling, you don't know how long I've wanted your lips at my tits!

Gripping her great jiggle-melon with both hands, the anchorwoman licks the shimmying mega-udder.

MURPHY

They’d have been here long ago if I’d known you have the hots for me—though I suppose it is understandable, me being your role model and all. Especially if I’d had an inkling these things are so huge and tasty!

CORKY

Well, when you're as busty as I am, and you’ve been that way since like 13, you learn to tie your breasts down for beauty contests, or the only contests you ever win are things like ‘Miss Over the Topless’ or ‘Miss Golden Globes.’ I mean, it gets you laid whenever you want, but so what? After awhile even gangbangs get to be so dull!

More avidly, as though CORKY’s hot gaze spurs her on, MURPHY kneads and caresses the huge thrusting milkbags, switching her lips and swabbing salivating tongue from one stiff dark nipple to the other as her sensual hands lift and mold their great glossy jello-hulks,

CLOSE-UP: pressing them together at their bases so they balloon boulderously out to her worshipping mouth, licking and lapping the giant burstingly pneumatic guords ardently.

FULL SHOT of the 2 WOMEN astride bound magnificent JUSTICE JUGGS, face-sat and dildo-fucked, as MURPHY kisses CORKY's lavish breasts all over their quaking alabaster masses,

feathers the hard rubbery teats with her tongue before she spreads her lips wide over a big nipple and battens down on the majestic maxi-melon. Arching her back, the beauty queen combs hands through blonde tresses and groans in ecstasy.

CLOSE-UP as the TV tigress suckles loudly at CORKY's overripe udders, pulls the big teats out with her lips, slurps and sucks at them one at a time.

CORKY

(tentatively)

You know it’s great having your lips at my tits ... but I've also dreamed of having your lips at my lips—if you know what I mean.

MURPHY

But we've already—

(Gets it, pulls back from CORKY's huge milkbag)

Oh. Oh no. Sorry Cork, but I have to draw the line there. Boobs—okay, no problem with sucking on the occasional tit if I'm horny and it's as nice and big as this one.

(nips CORKY's hard thrusting teat gently with her teeth and pulls it out as she speaks)

And I do enjoy being eaten out if the bitch is beautiful and unwilling—once I had to slap Lynn Russell around her dressing room twice, then sit on her face and practically smother her with my pussy before she’d get me off just once. But cunt-licking myself—no way. It's so messy, you know? And you know us lapsed Catholics—we’re really not much on fish.

CORKY

(a dramatic sigh)

I was afraid that's what you'd say.

MURPHY

What d'you mean you were mmmmmMMLLFFFHH!!

The mega-busty beauty queen stuffs a swollen jello-hulk into the video vixen’s mouth, cramming it to overflowing with sweaty boobfat! MURPHY gags, her eyes bulging in surprise.

CORKY’s mammoth milkbag balloons out around MURPHY's astonished face as she leans over to take the blonde dominatrix's flailing hands and yank them up behind her back almost to her shoulder blades

and use the belt she'd shed earlier to strap the mammary-muffled MURPHY’s wrists together tightly.

MURPHY squeals helplessly into the sumptuous face-ballooning milkwhopper, her eyes starting to cross.

CORKY straightens and jerks the blonde beauty's mouth off her saliva-dripping chest-boulder by her hair, MURPHY gasping for breath.

CORKY

Can you say my name, you bitch?

And before MURPHY can more than open her mouth to protest, CORKY mashes a voracious raging kiss onto those luscious prim lips, tongue spearing deep, the arm-strapped Amazon anchorwoman's eyes widening in total shock.

cut to:

CLOSE-UP of MURPHY glaring up in outrage, a fist clenched in her tawny tresses.

MURPHY

I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, but if you expect to get away with tying me up and forcing meeeehhMMMMFFFLLMMmmmmfffff

On her knees, the wrist-strapped newswoman is pulled by her hair face first into CORKY's gaping steaming snatch,

a WIDE ANGLE revealing the big-boobed beauty queen seated on JUSTICE JUGGS’ domino’d face, trim buttocks spreading around her chin.

When CORKY lifts her svelte ass for a moment to get more comfortable, we glimpse the tightbound titan-titted masked musclemaid miserably tonguing her pert asshole.

MURPHY, mouth mashed into CORKY's swollen fucklips, protests shrilly into the glistening lust-bloated folds.

CORKY

Come on, Murphy, lick me! Let’s see if just for once that nasty tongue of yours can give someone else pleasure!

MURPHY shakes her head angrily, tightening her lips

her belted hands clenched into fists on her upturned ass.

CORKY

(a chiding sing-song)

Then I'm going to have to get naaasstyyy! I brought lots of other toy-oys! Remember what I said about how dull just fucking is?

One fist pressing MURPHY's angry face into her gold-thicketed crotch, she pulls up the TV tigress's mini-shift with the other, baring svelte naked buns.

CORKY

No panties! Oh Murphy, you are the one!

A hand reaches into her big purse and pulls out a cat-o-nine tails.

MURPHY’s eyes, gazing up over CORKY’s blonde bush, her nose poking between the heavy labia, widen.

The cat-o-nine lashes MURPHY’s trim buttcheeks.

MURPHY squeals in outrage into CORKY's bushy cunt, eyes starting from her sweaty face.

As her sleek upturned buns are flogged (and not all that hard),

MURPHY struggles wildly, her shrill squalling snatch-muffled.

MURPHY

What the FUCK are yooommmmffffff!

She tries to rear back but CORKY wraps long strong gartered legs around the video vixen's blonde-maned head and pulls her face back into her crotch.

The cat-o-nine whacks her supple reddening ass harder.

CORKY

Now Murphy, you know you've deserved this for a long long time! And I'm sure you won't tell. Even if you swallowed your pride—which would be like swallowing one of this super-slut’s elephant-udders whole

She reaches down and grabs a fistful of butt-licking JUSTICE JUGGS’ gigantic milkbag, gives the monstrous boob a painful twist. We hear an ass-muffled squeal.

CORKY (cont’d)

And admitted you’d been dominated and humiliated by a bubble-headed bimbo like Corky Sherwood, whipped and forced to go down on her—let’s face it, who'd believe you??

Grunting and jerking with each lashing butt blow, thigh-clamped face buried in CORKY's oozing snatch, elegant lips already smeared with her fuckjuices, MURPHY's eyes widen in realization of her degrading plight.

Glaring up at CORKY with splendid hatred, MURPHY sticks her tongue into the blonde beauty's sopping love-gash, grimaces at the taste,

But nonetheless starts to lick those purpling pudenda.

CORKY leans back on the prone anus-frenching JUSTICE JUGGS’ masked face. She props herself up by splaying her hands over the colossal-titted cowqueen’s gargantuan side-sagging tits and pressing them into the rug next to her ("nnnnggggggh!")

as the wrist-bound MURPHY on her thighbooted knees laps at her gold-furred pussy, glossy upturned buns striped with red.

CORKY

You were right, Murphy, this is the life! One ridiculously overblown supercow tongue-fucking my asshole, another proud loudmouthed bitch eating me out—and hating it! It would spoil it all if you wanted to, you know. If only the boys could see you now! Wouldn't they laugh!

Concentrating grimly on her humiliating task, MURPHY tongues CORKY's pale-thicketed snatch, parting the engorged folds.

While beneath her lissome ass, the tearful JUSTICE sniffles miserably and works at those face-spreading buttocks, licking the lipstick-smeared nethercheeks, probing the puckered chute with her tongue.

CORKY cracks the cat-o-nine down on MURPHY’s supple buns and gaping slack twat,

The TV temptress squealing loudly into her bushy crotch.

CORKY

I said, wouldn't they laugh??

And lashes MURPHY's ass harder.

The humbled Amazon anchorwoman closes her eyes in anguish, a single tear trickling down an elegant cheek. Finally, whimpering and nuzzling CORKY’s twat, she manages a tiny nod.

CORKY

Ah, real tears at last!

She tosses the whip aside, clenches both fists into MURPHY's hair and moans in ecstasy as the humbled newswoman, kneeling between ass-licking JUSTICE’s widespread leather-sheathed legs, really goes to work on CORKY’s pussy.

MIX TO:

LATER STILL.

MURPHY now lies hogtied on her side in a corner, hugely ballgagged, ankles wired to her wrists. She struggles weakly in her bondage, grunting dully into the great lipstick-smeared mouthball.

JUSTICE JUGGS slumps over CORKY's lap, an even fatter ballgag crammed between her teeth. Her gold-maned head droops in humiliated dejection, titanic shimmying tits sagging out of her open vest almost to CORKY’s ankles. Her gauntleted arms have been tied across her back wrists to elbows, microskirt bunched about her waist baring a lavish naked ass. CORKY is sliding her arms into a pair of supple black leather armgloves, pulls the loose cuffs up around her smooth shoulders.

CORKY

(with relish)

I always feel so much more domineering in my bitch gloves!

She takes a leathern fistful of JUSTICE’s blonde tresses and jerks her head up, the colossal-chested cowqueen grunting into her ballgag.

CORKY

It really brings out the sadist in me, you know?

For emphasis she smacks a leatherclad hand down on JUSTICE’s great soft butt. The thighbooted super-beauty squawks and squirms.

CORKY

Now this is a special pleasure—especially after you refused me that interview last week!

Another gloved ass-whack and JUSTICE yelps again, wriggles and kicks her boot-sheathed legs.

CORKY

(pauses to reflect)

It’s so strange how things change, isn’t it? Last week you were Queen of the World, cock o’ the walk as my old gramp used to say—smiling big and holding those 4 crooks up for the cameras like the day’s catch that had started to stink. You really enjoyed beating the crap out of those poor guys, didn’t you? And there I was, with a chance for a real news story for once—of course I knew all Miles wanted was some shots of these milkmonsters of yours (he’s never seen mine and never will). But I was going to make the best of it—and then you just blew me off. Brushed by me like I was nobody at all. Downright hilarious how things change. Isn’t it?

CORKY lays into the tawny-maned 6-shootin’ sexbomb’s supple upturned mega-buns with the flat of her leathern hand. JUSTICE wails into her lipstretching mouthball and tosses her gold-maned head about, kicking her hip-booted legs and thrashing over the blonde beauty queen's lap until CORKY reaches down between her pumping floppy-cuffed thighs and grabs a gloved fistful of sopping twat,

Gives the slack cum-soaked fucklips a hard squeeze. JUSTICE’s bound gauntleted hands clench into helpless fists

and the ponderous-pontooned paladin squeals shrilly, closing her star-masked eyes.

She goes limp across CORKY’s lap.

CORKY

Y’know, I’d heard this great big tough macho Amazon can take almost any kind of punishment except a good sound spanking.

A gloved fist jerks JUSTICE’s head up by a fistful of mane

for a little eye-to-tearful-eye contact.

CORKY

Goes straight to the little girl inside all this jiggling meat, huh?

She spits in JUSTICE’s masked face making the bound boulder-busted bombshell wince, and throws her head back down. Regards the awesomely voluptuous form stretched across her thighs while stroking the great upturned butt like a pet.

CORKY

So much tits and ass, so little time …. And I have to take care of Murphy too.

With a martyred sigh, she reaches down and grabs a stupendous dangling milkbag.

Leathern fingers drill deep and squeeze up great doughy rolls of billowing boob blubber, wringing a ballgagged groan from the hapless bound superheroine.

CORKY

If mine were this big they’d hang to my knees! What keeps these monsters up? They suuure don’t get any help from your costume!

JUSTICE rears up but CORKY jerks her down again by that titanic tit.

CORKY

I used to think my tits were big, till I came here and saw you and Savage Fury and Ms. Americana and the rest. Talk about the Big City! At least Ms. A is kinda normal—I mean, she runs, what? Maybe a EE or FF? The rest of you—Dr. Seuss would have to invent the letters!

Suddenly she stands, dumping JUSTICE face down onto the floor with a dull grunt.

CORKY

But I think poor Murphy must be feeling neglected over there, don't you?

FADE TO:

CLOSE-UP of JUSTICE JUGGS’ sweating star-masked face, gazing down, groaning dully in arousal, saliva drooling down her chin from the huge ball bulging out between her teeth.

CAMERA PULLS BACK, revealing the monumental Glamazon's lithe-muscled arms stretched up overhead. Her titanic soft tits have been so tightly roped around their vast bases that all their tautly quivering milkfat engulfs the cords. Heavy clamps hung from the big hard teats pull the massive bound blubberbags down below her waist.

FULL SHOT REVEALS JJ hung from a ceiling light fixture by her big-gauntleted wrists. Her boot-sheathed legs are spread, their spikeheeled ankles bound to opposite ends of a coffee table. Hands tied behind her, MURPHY is on satin-cuffed knees before the hanging heroine running her tongue along JUSTICE’s blue thigh-highs.

CORKY, stripped to leather armgloves, black stockings, garters and spikeheels with a massive dildo strapped to her crotch and projecting like a bowsprit, watches critically. She carries a short whip.

CORKY

A good spit shine always improves fine leather, don’t you think?

MURPHY, running her tongue along the gleaming supple leather calf to the shoe, gives CORKY a smolderingly enraged glance.

CORKY

(taps the whip in a gloved palm)

Better be careful, Murphy. You wear that big mouth of yours all over your face. But I’m tired of this. It’s time to go for a dive!

MURPHY’s eyes widen as they travel up JUSTICE’s long leather-sheathed legs

to the cum-matted blonde-furred pussy gaping beneath her rucked-up microskirt.

MURPHY

Lick that? Come on Corky, my tongue already tastes like it’s been dragged over the floor of every taxi in DC!

The blonde beauty queen expertly flicks the whip out and snaps it on the Amazon anchorwoman’s trim bare ass, MURPHY straightening on her big-cuffed knees with a shrill squeak, more of shock than pain.

CORKY

This could be a very painful evening for you if you don’t behave, now!

She lashes MURPHY’s ass again and this time there’s much more pain than shock in her yelp.

The blonde anchorwoman affixes her raw lipstick-smeared mouth to JUSTICE JUGGS’ bushy twat and goes to work, licking and lapping.

The dangling double-dirigibled super-cowgirl closes her tear-filled masked eyes wearily, groaning around the jaw-stretching mouthball as

MURPHY's tongue probes anxiously between her heavy fucklips,

flicking her hard pearl of a clit before it dives into the glistening blood-gorged folds.

As MURPHY eats JUSTICE out, CORKY steps around behind the sumptuously suspended Amazon. She taps the whip meditatively against a silken hip, as though trying to decide where to strike first, and strokes the huge dildo with the other gloved hand.

As the kneeling wrist-knotted broadcast beauty works slurpily at JUSTICE’s snatch, CORKY tears away the tattered remains of the western wondergirl’s vest, leaving her bound and clamped elephant-udders heavingly naked,

then lashes the whip across her broad sinewy back.

The hanging heroine stiffens with a ballgagged scream

and throws her midsection forward engulfing MURPHY’s face in gold-thatched pussy, causing her to choke.

The topless beauty queen slashes the whip across JUSTICE's back, the awesomely overblown adventuress screaming into her mouthball,

FROM BEHIND: and again, the steel tip striping the bare flexing muscular expanse with blood,

And again! The loud cracks resound in the small room along with the magnificent masked musclemaiden’s screams. Arching, JJ squirms and strains against her suspension-bondage, bound teat-envised chestmountains joggling and flopping massively about.

CORKY

You don't like it, huh? Good! Now let's see about putting some color into this fat ass of yours.

The whip slashes across JJ’s vast sleek buttcheeks, meatily shimmying, as MURPHY's chin works beneath them at her gaping snatch.

And again, and again, back and forth, striping their lavish sweaty jiggling rounds,

Masked eyes bulging, JUSTICE JUGGS bawls into her mouthgag, thrashes her golden-maned head, writhing and jiggling fabulously,

bound great-gloved hands clenched into fists of pain.

CORKY

How does it feel to have your butt flogged and your cunt eaten at the same time, superbitch?

And she really lays into JUSTICE's pumping meaty pillows,

the whip lashing and beating the swollen bursting blubberbowls to a frenzied quaking, staining their glossy blistered jiggledomes deep red.

The magnificent star-masked Mammazon howls around the ballgag and thrashes wildly, arching her back and shrilling at an especially hard ass-whack. Her monumental meatblimps, stretched down into titanic waist-length teardrops by their nipple clamps, bound and slosh ponderously.

MURPHY looks up from her pussywork in annoyance. Her lips are smeared with JUSTICE’s cunt juices.

MURPHY

Will you hold still??

MIX TO:

LATER.

Beaten and eaten beyond even her prodigious capacities, JUSTICE JUGGS now hangs limp at arms' length from her gauntleted wrists, gold-maned head sagging forward between her broad shoulders. She drools and moans into her mouth-jammed ball, teat-weighted watermelons sagging stupendously below her waist.

MURPHY is still on her knees before the battered star-masked Amazon but with her hands now tied to her ankles. A fat dildo crammed into her mouth stretches her primly elegant lips wide.

With a grimace of distaste she slides it in between JUSTICE's streaming blood-gorged pudenda

Making the 6-shootin’ sexbomb’s sagging head jerk up with a weary gasp.

Half-naked CORKY watches with approval, leather-sheathed arms folded under and mostly hidden by her own huge tits. She gives mouth-fucking MURPHY a pat on the head, then steps up onto the couch behind the magnificent grunting super-Mammazon.

Humming to herself, she fits her crotch-strapped bulldork between the dangling glamor-goddess's crimson-striped buns, grabs onto her wide hips,

And shoves the plastic monster-penis all the way to its balls up JUSTICE JUGGS’ great bleeding ass.

Eyes bulging from their star mask, the ballgagged mega-cowgirl’s squeal opens her mouth even wider than her ballgag.

The curving wrist-thick shaft plunges deep between her lavish battered nethercheeks,

then hauls out again, slowly. Only to jam it in again even harder.

JUSTICE sobs her anal agony into the jaw-stretching mouthball.

CORKY

(admonishing)

Come on, you big blubber-titted baby, there should be plenty of room in there! You get raped up the ass all the time! We star reporters know these things!

Jerking her hips forward rhythmically, she starts to pump the veined maxi-dong into the spectacularly suspended Glamazon's awesome ass,

hurling the hapless JUSTICE forward against her upstretched gauntleted arms and widespread thighbooted legs. JJ grunts wrackingly into her fat beslobbered ballgag, as her towering naked body bows out, teat-clamped power pumpkins heaving and swaying massively,

impaling her slurping twat on the kneeling MURPHY's huge mouth-dildo. The humiliated newswoman actually manages to look annoyed.

Hung from her big-gloved wrists like a magnificent side of Amazonian meat, brutally ass-plowed and pussy-skewered, JUSTICE JUGGS wails her anguish to the ceiling while CORKY pumps the massive hogleg vigorously into her bloody gaping anus.

The colossal-chested cowgirl’s great scarred buttcheeks shimmy and clench around the plunging appliance.

As she buttfucks the writhing dangling heroine, CORKY reaches around and runs her hands along JJ’s majestic scantclad body.

Starting at her MURPHY-mouthfucked twat, gloved fingers pinching and pulling its heavy dripping pussylips apart as MURPHY plunges the dildo between them.

The leathern hands roam up over sumptuous hips and a heaving muscular belly running with sweat,

finally to JJ’s bound monster-udders, stretched down into titanic joggling tear-drops by the clamps dangling from their crushed teats.

The gloved hands squeeze the elephantine heaving boobs, caress them, lift their doughy blubber-hulks and cup them.

CORKY clenches her gloved fists in the tight-knotted ultra-milkbags making JUSTICE bleat wretchedly, and hugs herself to her back so she can drive the huge horn deeper into JJ’s asshole

Pushing the helpless superheroine's cum-drenched snatch even farther onto MURPHY's mouth-crammed dildo.

Tears stream from JUSTICE JUGGS’ star-masked eyes as CORKY runs her tongue along the bawling bombshell’s wide shoulders to her neck, swabs her ear and her jaw, then winds a leatherclad fist into her gleaming hair and jerks her head back, turning her lovely tear-streaked pain-taut face and yanking out the fat beslobbered mouthball

Only to bury the unleashed torrent of sobs with her own mouth. She kisses the hapless heroine deeply, mouths working together, tongues meshing, JUSTICE leaning into the kiss hungrily as though drawing succor from CORKY’s gaping mouth.

And kneeling bound MURPHY watches as she obediently plunges her mouth-dildo into JJ’s streaming pussy.

MIX TO:

LATER.

JUSTICE JUGGS and MURPHY stand back to back with big-gauntleted and bare wrists tied together between them and a great blood-stained double dildo jammed up both their whip-striped asses.

Moaning into fat ballgags, they tearfully and fearfully watch CORKY, who is in the process of suspending them from the ceiling by their gleaming blonde manes. The boulder-busted beauty queen sings cheerfully to herself in a horribly off-key voice ("You Keep Me Hangin’ On") as she lifts their tresses into a single golden froth and wraps a noose around it. MURPHY pleads into her ballgag and shakes her head.

CORKY hauls on a rope looped over a ceiling pulley and the two beauties are lifted bawling from the floor by their hair, both pairs of long thighbooted legs kicking.

The bound bombshells bleat as their naked asses slap together around the great anus-pronging dildo and fresh blood drips down their thighs.

CORKY circles the dangling whimpering Amazons, fitting a pair of brass knuckles to her armgloves, punching a fist into a leathern palm.

CORKY

Dontcha just hate having to make decisions like this? It’s like every time I go to Rodeo Drive—where to begin? There’s just so much, and I’m sooo greedy! Where to begin?

CIRCLING POV of MURPHY’s face twisted with pain: eyes tightly shut, teeth clamped so tightly on her ballgag that it bulges out. JUSTICE JUGGS, masked eyes dull, watches CORKY warily, plush lips working around her fat mouthball. She’s been here many times before, done this and had this done to her. But that doesn’t make it any easier.

Suddenly CORKY spins and slams a mailed fist deep into one of JUSTICE’s gigantic jugs! The colossal-chested cowqueen screams into her gag (her scream echoed by MURPHY’s squeak as the dildo gouges another inch into her anus) and the pendent ass-pronged blonde goddesses begin to swing and rotate slowly

till MURPHY comes around to CORKY, and gets a studded fist buried in her trim gut. This pops her eyes wide open and wrenches a shrill bleat from her drooling plugged mouth

which becomes a honk when CORKY smashes her brass-bedecked fist across the video vixen’s elegant jaw, spraying blood from smashed ball-stretched lips

and twisting the bound suspended beauties around to JUSTICE JUGGS. Putting plenty of shoulder behind it, CORKY powers a leather-sheathed straight shot into the star-masked bombshell’s swollen dripping pussy, and JUSTICE throws her blonde-maned head back with a wild shriek, cracking skulls with MURPHY who yelps wretchedly

as their naked asses are driven together onto the great double-headed dildo, more blood dripping forth into the tops of their thighboots.

CORKY’s studded fist twists, burrowing wrist-deep into JUSTICE’s gaping gold-thicketed twat, heavy fucklips spreading wide around the brass-knuckled knuckles as they disappear within.

The howling super-sexpot thrashes wildly in mid air, domino’d eyes bulging.

Holding both captive Amazons by her cunt-impaling fist, CORKY begins to swing them back and forth, MURPHY weeping hopelessly, JUSTICE groaning each time the snatch-buried fist pushes deeper in.

CORKY

Always knew you were a swinger, Murphy.

MURPHY rolls her eyes heavenward with a groan of true torment.

LATER.

CORKY sits on the sofa, relaxing and playing with her own huge tits.

CAMERA MOVES DOWN to JUSTICE JUGGS and MURPHY, no longer bound. They crouch at her feet licking her spikeheeled pumps, a fat blood-stained dildo projecting like a rigid curving tail from each upturned thoroughly welted ass.

JUSTICE cradles the black shoe in her gauntleted hands and laves its toe,

while MURPHY, sniffling, wraps her tongue around the sky-high spike of the other pump.

Both begin sucking on the 6-inch stiletto heels like thin hard cocks.

CORKY

My my, what a night! Will was so disappointed when I climbed off his big hard dick to answer the telephone! But I'm sure glad I did! Haven't we had fun, girls?

The thoroughly humiliated beauties, hunched down licking her shoes with dildo-pronged butts in the air, say nothing. CORKY leans forward and takes their blonde tresses in her armgloved fists to yank their heads up.

She raps them together hard, the star-masked Amazon and video vixen yelping in pain.

CORKY

I said, haven't we had fun??

JUSTICE and MURPHY both nod anxiously, tears glistening on their cheeks.

CORKY

(leans back)

Thaaaat's better.

MURPHY

Corky, darling—

CORKY

That’s Mistress darling, you fucking cunt.

MURPHY

Yes, of course, I’m sorry. Mistress darling you fu—

CORKY gives her a hard look and she cringes back.

MURPHY

(hurriedly)

Just kidding Mistress just kidding, you know me, I’m just a big old kidder. I just need to know one thing.

CORKY

(thin impatience)

All you need to know is when I’m tired of you licking my shoes, slave!

MURPHY

No, really, this is important. Pretty please? With cream and extra sugar on it?

CORKY

Well, all right. But make it fast!

MURPHY

Why are you doing this to me? I mean, this overblown supercow I can see, but why me? I thought I was your role model.

CORKY

Why Murphy, of course you are! You’ve shown me how much fun it is to treat people the way you do! But I’m not clever like you are, so I have to do it my way! Personally, I think my way is a lot more fun.

MURPHY and JUSTICE JUGGS exchange amazed looks.

CORKY

Now, come to mama and make her feel extra good. Or else.

She leans back again and, taking them by their hair, pulls her slaves up to her outsized tits. Shoulder to shoulder, battered asses side by side, the two bombshells begin to nurse at her opulent shimmying bosom

licking and kissing her swollen nipples, then fitting their lips to her hard thrusting teats, like thumb-sized straws, and sucking on them ("ooooyesss!").

CORKY

Gee, I can’t wait till tomorrow! I feel so, so giddy … so transformed and alive and—and wonderful! The world is wonderful and filled with wonderful people and I love them all!

She glances down with a frown.

CORKY

(through clenched teeth)

Keep lickin’ Murph you bitch or your tongue’ll be wearing my asshole till Christmas.

FADE TO:

INT. NEWSROOM - DAY.

FRANK watches in bewilderment and growing trepidation as CORKY supervises some WORKMEN who are carrying files, books and office equipment into Murphy’s office. The rest of the STAFF is trying to ignore it, but they’re interested too. And scared.

One WORKMAN comes out of the office and goes to CORKY.

WORKMAN

Lady, the woman in there—

CORKY

Don’t worry about her, just work around her.

FRANK

Uh, Corky, are you sure Murphy okayed this?

CORKY

Don’t worry Frank, she won’t mind a bit.

FRANK

(appalled)

You mean she doesn’t know??

CORKY

(wrinkles her nose)

I want it to be a biiig surprise!

FRANK

(tremulously)

Oh, I don’t think you have to worry about that.

JIM gets off the elevator and comes over to FRANK as the line of WORKMEN continues.

JIM

What’s going on?

FRANK

Oh, not much. Corky’s just having her stuff moved into Murphy’s office!

JIM

Does Murphy know about this?

FRANK

I don’t think so.

JIM

Oh dear.

MILES gets off the elevator and comes over to JIM and FRANK. He gestures to the WORKMEN.

MILES

What’s going on, guys?

FRANK & JIM (together)

Corky’s taking over Murphy’s office.

With a squeak, MILES promptly does an about-face and marches back to the elevator, gets on and faces the back as the doors close behind him.

FRANK and JIM look at one another, realizing this is one helluva good idea, and march in step to the elevator and wait. Nervously.

CORKY

Oh, you guys! Don’t worry! Murphy will love this, trust me!

They give her twin terrified looks.

MOMENTS LATER.

More nervous than ever, FRANK and JIM are still waiting as the elevator returns to their floor. The doors open and MURPHY stands there, profoundly embarrassed but resigned. She’s dressed for action in a tight butt-hugging leather shirt that barely makes it over her trim ass, a studded leather bra and heavy dog collar, topped off (or bottomed out) by gleaming thighhigh boots with 6-inch heels, on which she totters precariously.

FRANK and JIM jump back, staring.

MURPHY

Oh, uh, hi guys. You, uh, like my new … look?

FRANK and JIM ogle her up and down. Words utterly fail them.

CORKY, leaning on her office door, frowns.

CORKY

You’re late, Murphy.

MURPHY

(in one long terrified breath)

Oh God Mistress I’m sorry but it took longer than I thought to get my legs into these boots they’re a couple of sizes too small and I—

CORKY

Of course they are, that’s the idea! Now get your bony ass in here!

As one, the STAFF dives for cover behind desks, file cabinets, etc. Papers fly everywhere as though from an explosion. One STAFFER tries to crawl under a throw rug but only his head will fit. He huddles there anyway, trembling.

Carefully not looking around, MURPHY takes a couple of stilting wobbly steps to the office doorway. She hasn’t quite got the knack of walking on skyscraper heels. She freezes at what she sees inside. Takes a long careful moment.

MURPHY

Corky, you’ve—you’ve taken over my office.

Out in the open, exposed, FRANK and JIM cringe together, awaiting the blast.

MURPHY

(a beat)

Gosh, what a—what a great idea. I ... love it. Sure I do.

From their various redoubts, the STAFF peers up in astonishment.

CORKY gestures peremptorily into her office. Head drooping, MURPHY shuffles past her and inside. As she passes, CORKY gives her taut-leathered ass a smack. Then closes the door behind them.

FRANK and JIM stare at each other, making fish mouths.

From within we hear the SOUND OF SPANKING, each smack accompanied by a YELP OF PAIN, as we

FADE OUT

UNDER ENDING CREDITS:

The door to MURPHY’s former office remains closed.

CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal the entire STAFF staring intently at that door from all parts of the office. FRANK and JIM are closest but ready to run at the slightest provocation.

They jump when the door opens.

But it’s just CORKY, backing out and tugging on a pair of leashes. We can’t see what they’re attached to yet. But whatever it is doesn’t want to come out.

Frowning, she gives the leashes a tug and they go slack ….

FRANK and JIM gape, dumbfounded. And we thought their eyes and mouths couldn’t open any wider—compared to this, they were gritting their teeth and squinting earlier.

As CORKY leads MURPHY and JUSTICE JUGGS out of the office, the two thighbooted blonde bombshells crawling on all fours at the end of the leashes attached to collars about their necks. Drooling mouths crammed with fat ballgags, they stare fixedly and miserably at the floor before them.

The nipples of JUSTICE’s gigantic pendent jello-pumpkins, crowded together between her arms and jiggling massively as she crawls, almost brush the floor beneath her.

Primly, as though leading a pair of French poodles, CORKY leads her humbled pets into the elevator. The door closes behind them.

FRANK and JIM just look at one another. Then they collapse to the floor in a deader-than-dead faint.