No chance, that’s what you got.

In a **** attempt to escape further degradation at the hands of Cherry, you begin crawling out of the bathroom. You leave a trail of water in your wake, dirtying your hands and knees as you frantically flee. Cherry follows the wet splotches on the floor, finding you in an instant, and decides to have some fun. Cherry Bomb hops atop your back, slapping your plump rump, forcing you to crawl even faster. “Giddyup!” Sour Cherry ridicules you as she peppers your ass with flesh-rippling spanks. You yelp and yip each time her hand slaps your bottom, only adding to your own precarious predicament. Despite the debasement and demeaning treatment, you find yourself receiving a sick sense of joy from Cherry’s brutality. These feelings are unfamiliar and indecent, but you’re finding it harder to deny them

Sour Cherry Bomb leaps off of your back after reaching her destination. She rams her foot directly into your asshole, causing you to sprawl out onto to floor. Your breasts are pressed into the hard ground, while you suck in air and try to compose yourself. Your face is warm from the constant blushing, and your chest feels flush. While you’d never give Cherry the satisfaction by admitting that you are somewhat enjoying this, you are very anxious to see what she does next. Without realizing it, you find yourself laying down, awaiting further punishment. Which proves to be a terrible idea, as Cherry slides down your denim shorts, struggling to get them down to your ankles due to your fat derriere.

“I may be rough and tumble, but I most certainly do not like dirty assholes. So let’s make sure that hole of yours is squeaky clean.” Cherry Bomb exclaims as she opens up the fire hose case. She unfurls the hose, bringing it over to you, and slams it into your exposed asshole. You panic, beg, and wail out as Cherry goes to turn on the hose. Your eyes go wide as the rush of water penetrates your anus, blasting your hole with a powerful stream of cold water. Your scream echoes out through the halls of the building, alerting everybody to your plight. You writhe and squirm, unable to reach back to remove the hose, your limbs wildly flailing all on their own. The flow of water is quite painful, but your tender hole being obliterated by the blasts of water has your nether region feeling some kind of way. Stagehands and camera people gather round, witnessing your public humiliation, only adding to your evergrowing horniness.

Through your constant writhing and worming about on the floor, you inadvertently dislodge the hose, sending the water cascading over your entire body. Your clothes are soaked through, your hair drenched, and your asshole leaking what was left inside your rectum. You shiver from the cold and a little bit from delight, the shameful display sending tingles up and down your spine. When you turn to face your tormentor, you lock eyes with the green-eyed devil. There’s Cherry Bomb, fire extinguisher in hand, nozzle pointed directly at you. You are able to utter a single second of a scream before Cherry starts dousing you in thick white foam. “I’m sure this is a familiar feeling, isn’t it, slut! Ha!” Cherry mocks you as she sprays your entire person in fluffy white foam. By the time she’s finished, there isn’t a single spot on your body that isn’t covered in foam, the mess leaving you unrecognizable. It’s a good thing too, because then they’d see your blushing cheeks, and gormless smile.