Keep crawling away.

You find yourself crawling around at ringside trying to avoid further humiliation at the hands of Cherry Bomb. Your face blushes deeply as your fine ass is pelted with blows from the dildo bat. While the pain is minimal, the emotional torment is enough to make you holler. You clamour onto the steel rail as fans get a close up look at your torment. Cherry Bomb stabs the tip of the dildo bat into your ass, pushing your panties into your hole. You hoot as you arch your back, unable to determine the best way to escape.

Cherry Bomb tosses the dildo bat aside and closes in on you. She grabs the back of your head, clenching your beautiful blonde hair in her meaty hands. She pushes you into the guard rail, your abs pressing into the metal, as the fans in the front row get some ideas. “Don’t worry fellas, she doesn’t bite.” Cherry Bomb barks while holding you in place. One overzealous fans delivers a stinging slap across your face. Another takes two handfuls of your breasts, squeezing and groping them relentlessly. One fans pushes her way to the front, joining in on the groping of your breasts and kissing you on the lips. You struggle and try to turn your head away from the lustful fans, but Cherry Bomb won’t let you, overpowering you with ease.

The female fan pulls down your top, exposing your perky tits, fondling your bare boobs. She slides her tongue into your throat as she rubs her paws all over your immaculate chest. Despite your futile resistance, you find yourself secretly enjoying this, and you hate that about yourself. One heavyset fan pushes the woman out of the way, beer in hand, and tosses the liquid into your face. Your head and chest are soaked in beer, moistening your skin, and making you shimmer. Cherry Bomb leans in and licks your face, lapping up some ****.

You clench your teeth and push yourself off of the railing. You catch Cherry Bomb off guard and she tumbles backwards. You have a brief moment to take advantage of the situation.