No.

Emily thought to herself that to get the belt on, Damsel would have to untie her legs. As soon as she did, Emily was going to kick and struggle like mad. But unfortunately Damsel had thought of that too. She rolled Emily onto her back and began to untie the knee ropes first. Once they were undone she slipped her feet between Emily's knees and started on the ankle ropes. Now, by moving her own feet apart, Damsel could **** Emily to spread her legs and there was nothing Emily could do about it but wiggle and complain into her gag.

With nonchalant ease, Damsel put the belt on her defeated opponent. First she slid the front dildo into Emily's pussy. The choirgirl bucked her hips and mmphed miserably. Then the butt dildo went in. Emily's face went red and her eyes watered; she hated having stuff jammed up her ass. It was painful and humiliating. But she was tied up and at Damsel's mercy, so she had **** but to take all seven inches. Finally Damsel secured the buckles with a click.

Now the only thing to do was to get Emily into the box. Damsel had thought of that too. She turned it onto its side and rolled Emily into it. This was a bit more difficult because Emily was struggling hard but once she got her in there, she flipped the box back upright and closed the lid. The game was over, and Damsel was the champion.

The announcer's voice came over the speakers, "Congratulations Damsel, the winner of the Bondage Olympics. And as promised, you get to choose one of the unlucky losing contestants to be your **** for a week. But first, we must announce the winner of the viewers' competition, who will also get to choose a **** for a week. Drumroll please... the winner is... Mr Jerome Prescott!" A geeky looking young man stood up "Yes!" he said.