Yes!

So both Susie and Bonnie had to stand in the crowd, slippery and muddy and dishevelled, at the very edge of the pit of shame. A space had been cleared in the crowd so everyone could get a good look at them. Susie's pigtails clung to her bare back, matted with slime and mud. Bonnie's ginger locks clung to her shoulders. A scowl sat on her pretty face as she stood to attention with her fingers interlocked behind her head, legs slightly parted, freckles descending the valley between her surprisingly large breasts.

"Can we go now?" she hissed, between gritted teeth.

Ben patted her bottom, grinning. "Aw, are you embarrassed?"

"Shut up."

"I thought you'd be happy I saved you. Or would you like to go back in the pit?"

"...no."

"Then why aren't you more grateful? Say thank you."

"What?"

"Sounds like someone wants the pit!"

"No! I, um... thank you, Ben."

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for... for saving me." Bonnie scowled, feeling Ben's fingers creep up her skin and slip around in front to give her right breast a squeeze. At least not too many people were looking at her. Most of them were staring down into the pit, where squelching sounds and the unmistakable moan of a cheerleader orgasm indicated that something interesting was happening. "Can I please go now?"

"Hm. Ask me again in ten minutes."