Fucked With a Strap-On

"The first forfeit is for this lovely little lady to be fucked before your very eyes by her opponent and her weapon of choice."

Amazonia held up a rather large strap-on, the crowd cheered even louder. She strapped it to herself and approached Mackenzie. Mackenzie Was so tired from her fruitless fighting during the match, she barely had any strength left to fight her off again. Amazonia easily overpowered the poor, red faced girl. Before anybody knew it, Mackenzie was on her back in the jello, looking up to the huge Amazonia as she spread her legs and (strangely) gently pushed the strap-on inside her.

"Look at that, so eager she didn't even fight it!" The DJ shouted, "Is everybody ready to see this dirty slut get fucked!?"

The crowd cheered louder, with a lot of them shouting "Yeah!", she could even see Rachel and her friends with their front row seats, phones out pointed her way, and they seemed to be cheering the loudest.

Amazonia had been thrusting in and out of Mackenzie, with slurping noises filling the room, which was now all but silent. Mackenzie let out a moan, she couldn't help it anymore, she was so wet now, her nipples were hard, and she was starting to sweat. Amazonia started thrusting faster, she was obviously very experienced with this particular 'weapon'. Mackenzie Was all but screaming in ecstasy now. Then suddenly Amazonia stopped, with a big slurping sound as she pulled out of Mackenzie. One swift move and Amazonia had removed the strap-on, throwing it to the side, and assuming a wrestling pose once again. Leaving a dumbfounded Mackenzie tired, panting and spread eagled in a pool of jello.

"The fine print of the forfeit is that the loser doesn't get to come...!" The DJ shouted to the near silent room, "...At least... Not yet!" He finished to applause, wolf whistles and cheers.