They take away your unfair advantages

"Well, that puts her tab down to 11 bucks." says the barkeep. "So that's 11 more..."

"Hold on." says one of the patrons. "She's got no chance of falling off with her hands tied there!" For emphasis, he tries to yank your arms up, and you hear some threads give way in your top while another continues.

"Her shoes keep in the stirrups, too." says another guy. "And her skirt keeps her from sliding around so much."

In mock frustration, the bartender throws up his hands. "All right. Arrange her how you think it's fair."

It's not fairness they're worried about, but your small protests find no give in the unruly crowd. "Please....no....stop...let me go..." you say as more hands then you can count manipulate your body at once.

Two hands untie your top, and for a blessed second you're grateful for your hands being free, until you see the guys aren't done. Another unties your skirt, balling it up with your top and tossing them in the direction of the bartender. You don't see where your clothes finally end up, as you were distracted by two more people taking off your shoes, leaving you completely naked on a mechanical bull.

Still, you don't think it can get any worse until you feel your butt getting lifted off of the bull. Your hair gets yanked back again while another drink is tipped over your mouth, although you refuse to drink it, resulting in all of it running down your chest while the bar cheers at your debasement. The stirrups are tightened around your ankles, and you wonder what's going on until you feel something poking at your dripping center.

"Wha-"

The hands drop you as you feel something impale you, and your briefly look down to see a suction cup dildo on the saddle before the motor whirrs up again, thrusting upwards to shove the dildo fully inside of you.

This time, the owner does not restrict his motions, as the bull shutters back and forth, up and down, your torso swinging with nothing but your legs keeping you on the bull, and while he takes care not to injure you, he's got no qualms about making your body gyrate obscenely for the rest of the bar, the men all taking you in while you fuck an inanimate object, your hands grasping around the bull **** for leverage.

The suction dildo somehow holds in place, allowing the foreign invader to bend inside of you while you move, the bull bucking as if trying to throw you off, and your cry of pleasure only results in the owner making it go harder, the bull turning more to make sure everyone in the bar sees your humiliation, speeding up and slowing down as your own movements turn ****, your ankles burning with the strain. No matter how you find yourself bent on the bull, the bartender knows just how to straighten you up, keeping you on display for everyone watching.

Eventually, even the dildo starts sliding in and out of you with all of your fluids collecting as you endure your third orgasm, and the owner relents on the machine, it finally slowing down.

Your grip finally loosens on the pommel, thinking your ordeal done with the machine slowing, but with a sudden jerk from the bull your body flies upwards, most of the dildo sliding out of you and jamming itself back in. A shriek escapes you as the bull starts bucking again, more cheers coming from the male crowd at your debasement.

The bull tilts downwards slowly, the dildo bending to stay in you as you desperately claw to find something to grab onto. Stained by years of fluids, dirt, and sweat, nothing obliges your grasping hands. Each gradual downwards shift is followed by a flip upwards of the bull before resuming its downwards slide, the owner obligingly shifting the bull again so every patron sees your body get thrusted into at least once or twice. The men all hungrily take in your body fully extended over the bull before it gets crumpled by the sudden jerks upwards.

Despite your efforts, it feels like your body is control of itself as you cry out again in orgasm, more fluids visible from the center of your body coating the bull. This time, there is no break from the bartender as the bull speeds up even further, and a charge builds up in you again.

This time, it's the front of the bull tilting upwards slowly, all four of your limbs tired from the constant movement and exertion, and you no longer try to grab onto anything as you just lie back. Your submission to the bull's contorting and twisting your body as it pleases only increases the egging from the males in the bar as they watch you get fucked.

You hear more **** moaning, and it takes you a moment to realize that it's coming from your mouth. The energy to even shut your mouth escapes you as fatigue coarses through every limb of your body while you futiley try to form coherent words.

"No...stop...please..."

"But you haven't paid your tab!" says one patron.

"Please...I can't take any more..." you wearily groan, and even as you visibly twinge one more time, climaxing for the fifth time as the owner obligingly shuts it down, looking at you expectantly, your body soaked in booze and sweat under the stares of over a dozen guys while you try to remember why you came here in the first place...