BLUNDER BROAD- SISTERLY SADISTICALLY PT.2 E.N.Cuire

Blunder Broad awakened in Betty's gloved arms after several hours of recouperative sleep. Memory gradually returned to her and she sobbed.

"Did all that really happen to *me*?"

"Yes, love... Must have been like that time I was raped in the phone booth and no onse saw my assailant... Now... You put on some coffee and I'll take a shower. Looks like we should talk..."

Blundie peeled her long boots off herself and then rid herself of the long gloves before striding into the kitchen and starting a pot of coffee in the little machine. She could hear Betty singing in the shower and was betting Betty had not taken off her clothes but was washing them as well as herself in the hot torrent of water. "She's so... Predictable..." Went Blundie. "Kinky, too..."

Her secret phone blasted her out of her reverie with it's strident, urgent tones. Blundie let out a mild explitive (Blundie NEVER, well, almost never used anything stronger than 'Darn') before she picked up the instrument. She listened for a few moments after identifying herself before answering. "Oh, shoot..."

She became a whirlwind of activity, switching off the coffee machine and diving into her blue latex catsuit and pulling on the long gloves and the longer boots again. She was out the door in a trice andon her way to where miscreants were creating mischief and mayhem.

"Should have worn the cowl, darn it..." Went through her mind as she noted for the first time that it was raining. She sped on, however, knowing crime waits for no crime fighter and she wanted to catch the desperados in the act. "At least..." She thought, "My boobs done keep coming up and smacking me in the chin when I run in this catsuit..." (As it was, those ever mobile headlights of hers jouncing up and down so pneumatically caused one oldster a heart attack and one guy premature ejaculation while getting a blow job from a street hooker)

She'd finally reached the dingy alley she'd been directed to and, for once, Blundie slowed to get a look at the lay of the land. At least her boots were not ringing on the pavement since she was wading through muck almost ankle deep. All of a sudden she stopped and her gloved hands flew to her enormous juggs as humungous pain assailed them. It was almost... Almost as if needles were being used to push through her breastflesh. She dropped to her knees in absolute agony and it was the last she remembered for several minutes.

Her head ached when she came around and, somehow, her assailants had managed to prop her against the warehouse wall in such a way she was still standing. Make that, standing again. And the hurt to her boobs was all but taking over from the throbbing migrane given her by some sap wielding a lead filled sap, no doubt.

"See how obedient she is?" Came dulcet tones not unlike the tune of Blundie's own voice. "Now I can destroy her once and for all..."

"Demonetta..." Blundie managed to blubber as she spotted the Blond now thrusting another long knitting needle through her own denuded breast.

"T'is *I*, my do-goody twin sister... Back to ruin you for all time..."

"But??? Why???" Blundie managed to stammer. "I've never done anything to you..."

"I was taken from Amazin' Isle at birth, Blunder Boob, by our Father, the God of War... I never felt the love of a Mother or got to play with the other Amazon children... Once I have destroyed you, I can return to Amazin' Isle and Mother will have no choice than to love me-e-e because you'll be dead..."

(Even among the Amazon Gods and the Amazons, twins often felt the pain of their other twin. Demonetta was using that against Blundie who was feeling ALL the pain Demonetta made sure she was getting... Ed.)

"You cant do this to... UHHHH... Me... Man's World needs me too much... I fight crime and injustice..."

"Oh, I can and I will... *I* will take over here in your World and soon they will hate you for what I'm doing to them... All I have to do is, dye my hair to match yours..."

Blundie shuddred. T'was not just because of the threat but Blundie was enduring a much unwanted ORGASM as pain invaded her senses and her oft known penchant for pain gave way to unspeakable pleasure. Hurt and in distress, she went off like firecrackers.

"You'll UH-H-H-H... Never get away with UH-H-H-H... It..." Blundie shuddered as another needle went deep to encompass her with further hurt. "No one will believe I've turned evil..."

"So, dear kinky Sister... What happened when you appeared in that porno video molesting all those kids? And then fornicated with that gorilla and let that snake up your twat for the film?"

Blundie sobbed, even while cuming again. Despite her protests of innocense, 'Her' public had turned against her... She had ended up in Prison and the plaything for those Women she'd herself placed there...

Already, Blundie's never overfocussed mind was starting to grey out. Demonetta had introduced a dildo of humungous proportion up her own generously stretchy puss and had switched on a vibrator such as Blundie had never felt. Then for good (Ah, 'Bad' for Blundie) measure, flipped a switch on the dildo that allowed butterfly springs to introduce NEEDLES way up that tender channel. Blundie went to her kneesagain and this time could'nt raise herself as she took and took what her Sister was dishing out to herself.

"You'll UH-H-H-H hurt... Arghhhh... yourself..." Went Blundie now in a state of constant orgasm.

"No, Sister dear... I'll hurt YOU-U-U-U-U-U"

To be continued...