Expects it

The second Tara's orgasm hit, Dr. Humpalot dropped her leg, only to drag her about half way out of the ring. Tara was lying back first on the apron, with her legs out in mid air.

"What...?" Still seeing stars, Tara brought her leg back to try and throw a kick. And then.

"OH GOD!"

She hadn't even seen that Dr. Humpalot was wearing a strap-on.

"8.5 inches, ribbed, slight upwards curve. Just the thing for a fractious hot-head like you, my dear, wouldn't you agree?"

She had a firm grip on Tara's legs and was fucking her T-bone style while standing outside the ring. Her strokes were slow and methodical. Pussy juice was running down the strap-on. Tara tried to sit up and get at Dr. Humpalot, but the second part of her plan came into effect now.

Tara was under the ropes, and she couldn't sit up.

She tried to push off the ropes with her arms, but with the strap-on sapping her strength out through her pussy, she couldn't do anything but hang on. She bit her lip to keep from moaning - and she succeeded. That was as much of a victory as she'd take home today.

Dr. Humpalot's finger found her clit. She gently caressed it with the back of her fingernail. Tara came so hard she actually pulled herself off the strap-on and back into the ring, but it was too late. The rules might be unclear about self-inflicted orgasms, but Dr. Humpalot was composed and Tara was flat on her back, panting.