Emily has but to lick.

With her hands tied and the evil Chichi threatening her with that gigantic strapon, Emily realized she had ****. She gingerly stuck out her little pink tongue. Chichi grinned in an obscene leering way as Emily bent forward.

She shyly touched her tongue to Chichi's wet pussy. "Come on! You can do better than that!" said Chichi because Emily was less than enthusiastic. Emily tried to pull away but Chichi grabbed her ear and twisted it painfully. "Oh no you don't!" she said, and Emily was **** to keep going.

She tried to ignore the taste and the bitch Chichi's little noises of pleasure and decided just to get the nasty business over with. Chichi wiggled her hips slightly, relishing the feel of Emily's warm, wet tongue and her total defeat and humiliation. She basked in the gaze of the crowd. Getting beaten by Timmy had been a fluke but now she was back where she belonged- on top and victorious, and she was going to come right in this jobber girl's face.

"AHH!" she yelled as she orgasmed. Emily went "Yerch!" and turned her head, and tried to crawl backwards away from Chichi. "I'm not done with you yet." said Chichi, kicked Emily in the stomach and began to drag the dazed girl out of the ring by her tied hands. "I'm going to have more fun with you later."