Back in the saddle

There were three saddles now, not two. Both Susie and Bonnie put up a considerable fight when they realised where they were being dragged back to, but predictably it failed to help. A cheer rose from the crowd, which had almost doubled in size, as they watched Olga haul her flustered, naked prey back into the spotlight.

Bonnie was first to be strapped back into her saddle. Susie almost escaped, but was caught in the nick of time by the second tattooed lady, whose name happened to be Helga. Once more, the straps were cinched tight around her long, lovely thighs, holding her legs apart.

This time, however, a slight change had been made. Susie whimpered as she felt the gleaming black dildo tease her lower lips. Strong hands on her shoulders pushed her down, making her gasp as the full length of the warm rubber cock slid effortlessly into her glistening sex. The straps drew tighter, locking her in place, fixing her arms behind her back once more, baring her small pink-nippled breasts, making her squirm as what felt like hundreds of eager eyes drank in the spectacle of her now-total nudity.

She sat before them all, the centre of attention, stark naked, straddling the machine. Bonnie, beside her, was in the same predicament. Anne-Marie, sweaty and de-pantied, blonde hair flowing over her naked shoulders, had clearly already been through several arounds.

Her heart skipped a beat as she watched the next ball soar through the air.